Even in the most unfortunate moments, there was joy, so long as someone remembered to bring light.
—Albus Dumbledore
"Let's go back, Tom. This place is so strange."
Pomona heard a girl say.
Then she found herself in a cave. She could vaguely hear the sound of The Waves, and there were two boys beside her, both dressed like children from before the war.
"If you want to go back, then go back, coward," the boy on the left said to the girl.
Then Pomona's vision was forcibly shifted, as though her soul had been placed inside someone else's body.
The scene before her was very familiar. Though she had only been there once, it was the cave where Tom Riddle had placed Slytherin's Locket. It simply did not look as terrifying as it had later on. The pool contained only seawater as black as ink, without any slimy Inferi.
"Orphans can only spend their summer holidays in places like this," she heard Voldemort say in his hoarse voice. "That island is nowhere near as beautiful as Venice, is it?"
"This is your memory?" Pomona asked.
"Harry Potter thought I hadn't noticed. Why don't you pry into my thoughts as he did?" Voldemort asked again.
"You're a powerful wizard," she said somewhat fearfully.
Someone who did not know what fear was was not brave. They were a fool.
"It was already like this before I came to the island." Voldemort did not pursue the subject, instead saying, "Women have extraordinary senses. Even if she is a Muggle, this cave was filled with a dark aura before I altered it, just as you can feel now."
"What do you think caused it?"
"I don't know. Have you ever wondered why the Invisibility Cloak, the Elder Wand, and the Resurrection Stone are