"Not yet, he is alive but only just." A voice spoke softly, deep and silky. As one they spun around to see a young Tom Riddle leaning on a pillar, just watching. Their friends blinked as they looked between Harry and his teenaged Father. It was jarring how alike the two were now they were close in ages. Although Tom seemed strangely hazy around the edges, as if looking through a misted window, but, that wasn't enough to take away from his dangerous beauty. Dark hair perfectly brushed, soft waves dangled just above his left eye. His eyes a dark and deep inviting brown, the Horcruxes had left his eyes red in their time and he glamoured them light blue when out as to deceive anyone still alive who had known Tom Riddle. It was easy to see how he had gotten what he wanted from his looks until he had proved himself with his power.