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A.N: Hullo! This story is also published on . I have already written 11 chapters so far, it is under the author BlackKnife BlackKnife, there are more pictures in it too if you are interested. Enjoy.

[Chapter1]

"Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it."
-J.K Rowling

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In the dark corner of London city resides an orphanage, Wool's Orphanage to be exact. The corners of the run-down building are consumed by shadows, its high railings pointy and rusty. The moon has already greeted the city with its presence, its silvery light reflecting on windows of the orphanage.

Inside the building, in room 103, inhabit two young children: Thomas and Ivy Riddle. The two children lie on a thin mattress with nothing but their clothes; their room bare and dim, only the light outside illuminates the space.

"I'm cold..," whispered Ivy, her skin unnaturally pale, and her bloody red irises hiding behind a layer of skin. Tom looks at his twin grimly, spark of genuine concern pooling in his identical ruby eyes. He moves his hands and gently tugs her shivering body closer to his own slightly bigger form, and closes his eyes, breathing in the familiar scent of a forest. Ivy and Tom, they had always been different from others in some way, either it be the fact that no matter how many times they had showered, or covered with dirt, their distinctive scents never disappeared, or the fact that their hair never got tangled, and their skin never bruised. The twins, they knew it, they felt different from others, and gradually, others had started realizing too.

From the very start, the caretakers had given them the cold shoulder for their unnatural intense bloody eyes, believing in superstitions and calling them demon children. Surely though, they had charmed them with their breathtaking features, their outstanding brilliance in everything they did, and most importantly, giving them their outmost attention, however, it had not lasted for long. As older the twins got, easier it became to distinguish them from others. In the 1940's, being different was dangerous.

Barely reaching ten, the twins loved each other with such intensity that there had been silly fantasies from young maidens about them growing up and marrying with each other, however, behind their giggly smiling faces, they knew that action would be unacceptable. Dark silky black hair falling to her waist smoothly, red hypnotizing eyes staring at the world around her with an alarming amount of understanding, Ivy could easily pass as an aristocratic young lady, and her twin brother, Tom, with feathery black crowns framing his thin face, and stormy ruby eyes observing the world with suspiciousness unlike any other, too, could pass as a monarch. They were sinfully beautiful.

Their features had gained them many privileges, however when combined with their 'freakishness', it had brought them nothing but bad luck. 'Demonic children.,' and, 'Unnaturally red..,' those words were repeatedly used around them.

Ivy closed her eyes and concentrated on the tingly feeling flowing through her blood, and when she opened them again, a beautiful red snake made from orange flames bursted into life. Feeling the slight tilt of her twin's lips against her shoulder, Ivy took a shaky breathe, and forced the exhaustion away. They were both starving and freezing, only the feeling of their soul against each other pushed them to overcome their limits, and survive. Life had always been about survival for Tom and Ivy.

"I'm sorry..," whispered Tom, his ruby eyes narrowing in frustration. Ivy glanced at her twin and smirked tiny bit.

"Don't be. If you didn't, I would have made him hurt by myself," Ivy admitted, her eyes gleaming with something dark.

Tom chuckled lowly, and recalled the event that progressed that afternoon. Eric had been bothering them for a while now, although the twins had been tolerating his behavior since they could put the blame of some mysterious 'unnatural' events on him, Tom had finally snapped when Eric exclaimed he had a crush on Ivy. While Tom knew his sister would attract attention from everywhere she went, that did not mean he could not blow off some steam on those 'unfortunate' people. It had started off satisfying enough, Tom made sure there will be no evidences, only he had not realized that the main caretaker would immediately assume it was them. They were punished, and their caretaker was convinced they were 'demon children' again.

They knew they were different, they could hurt someone if they wanted to, move things by their will, could enter people's minds, talk with animals and many more. Tom halted from his thoughts when their room door creaked open. Their caretaker stood out there with a single thin candle, and looked at them with scorn.

"Get out here freaks! I will not tolerate your freakishness anymore!" exclaimed the middle aged woman, her face strict and sneering.

Ivy looked at Tom with alarm, she knew the adults will do something to them some day however she had not expected it to be this soon. The twins wearily stood up, and followed after their caretaker. The orphanage's hall was dark and chilly, Tom could feel his twin shivering beside him, and angrily scowled inside. 'How dare they treat us like this! When we leave this cursed orphanage, I will personally torture them to death,' Tom darkly promised in the safety of his mind.

They walked into an unused room, and the twins tensed as they saw shadowy figures standing by the walls, each holding a candle. Dread filled their stomach as one of the men stepped out, they could see the Catholic sign on them.

"Good. Now that the possessed children are here, let's start the exorcism of the devil this instant," the man spoke in his deep scratchy voice.

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The door outside closes, and twin pained screams could be heard from the room.

That day would never be forgotten by the residents of the orphanage: It was the day Tom and Ivy Riddle died.