Tom Riddle Birthday Novels & Stories

I hurry up and say before he starts to get upset. Eric stares at the necklace around my neck and asks sounding very jealous, “What is this?” Turning to him, Ryder hugs him hard before releasing him and replying, “It is my birthday gift. Raven’s birthday is tomorrow, but I couldn’t wait for her to see it. I had it made special because this is her 21st birthday after all. It only comes around once.”

I am sick of this! “I will not tell anyone, I promise” I tried but she didn’t bulge. “What is your plan for master’s birthday?” Tanya asked. “Ved’s birthday? When is it?” I asked Tanya. I didn’t know when is his birthday. I don’t even know his age… “It’s tomorrow. I got to know from Mr. Verma” Tanya told me. “Okay so help me please, what can I do for his birthday?” I asked her.

"So I was kind of eavesdropping on Charlotte's and Arabella's conversation-" Raven snorted, "Kind of?" "There's a chance that I might've eavesdropped on Charlotte's and Arabella's conversation." Timothy rolled his eyes, huffing childishly at Raven's smug smirk. He huffed, "Anyway, they were talking about birthdays. Arabella was trying to come up with ideas since her's is coming up in a month. She asked Charlotte what she did for her birthday. Charlotte said that she didn't do anything. Apparently her birthday was in October-"

“… This baby is due.” “Around March twentieth.” “Oh. Really?” “Yeah. Give or take a week. Due weeks are the new due days, I’ve been told.” “March twentieth. That’s a good date.” “It’s close to my birthday,” he says and it hits me that I don’t even know when his birthday is. I’ve known Jim for years, but I don’t really know him. “When is your birthday?” “March seventeenth,” he answers. “Mine is—” “December first,” he finishes. “I remember.”

“No. We have enough evidence to convict on all charges. Unless Rachel would like to defend her? I heard she’s very good at getting Postmasters acquitted,” “No, thank you,” Rachel grimaced. “We’re going for dinner, want to join us?” Brad asked. Both Rachel and Alex declined. “Then, we’ll see you both at the wedding, right?” “Absolutely,” Alex said. “I left my invitation at home. What’s the date again?” Rachel took out her pocket calendar. “Saturday, October 18,” Brad replied. “It’s Sweetest Day,” Tanya smiled at him. “Let me check,” Rachel glanced at her schedule. “It’s the one weekend that’s not filled in. I’ll be there,”

"Now that the students are secured. Can clean the rest of the castle. But before that, we have questions." At that, Erik turned to the big man seated on an equally big armchair and with an equally big mug of tea in hands, Rubeus Hagrid. "Hagrid, we want to know if you can shine some light on a doubt that we encountered today." Hagrid turned serious and sat more straight on his armchair. "I will help with all I can, Lord Ravenclaw." "Good man, don't worry, you are not in any trouble. What can you tell us about a person named 'T. M. Riddle'?"

he said, "any birthday plans?" Birthday? "Oh...uh, no, I don't usually do anything," Harlow replied. "How did you know?" "It's on your wanted poster," Madoc said with a sh*t-eating grin. "Wait." Red burst into the conversation. "You have a birthday coming up?" "It's no big deal." Harlow shrugged. "When is it?" I asked her, feeling like a bit of a jackass not knowing something about her that the smarmy vampire did. "The day after tomorrow," Madoc answered for her.

"So, a little birdie told me something." I knew who it was. I knew what it was. "Who told you what?" I asked anyway. "We may be bad people for not knowing your birthday before this but Lauretta told Rowan, who told me that your birthday is very close." "You're not bad people. I don't know about your birthday as well. We just never talked about it." "July 19th." They chorused and I nodded my head. "Anyway, what would you like to do on your birthday? Any special requests?"

“What were you talking about?” Abel said from behind. Tom laughed dryly. “Nothing! Grandpa said today is about you and Ruth, so I won’t be stealing the limelight from you.” As he spoke, he walked with Ruth into the house. He talked about how he and Abel were born on the same day, but it was at different times. Still, the gap was not far apart. “So, who was born first?” Ruth asked cooperatively. Tom smiled. “That’s not important. What’s important is that don’t you think it’s a coincidence? We’re both the eldest in our respective families, and my father also happens to be...”

They already explained everything to me, but it still hasn’t sunk in. “You couldn’t reach your wolf because it is not time yet…” Ryler said, once again stealing my attention back to him. “W-What?” I asked, confused. “Your real birthdate is March 16, 2006, not April 1, 2005,” Clemento revealed.