Okay. Since this is going to go month by month, some chapters are going to be super-short and some are going to be super-long. (the first few are going to be in the super-short category.) That's all.
Year One: January
He could hear the other babies crying. He couldn't understand why they were crying though. They were all fed and their diapers were changed. They had comfortable beds with cozy blankets. Granted, the blankets were torn in places, but surely that didn't necessitate inhuman wailing. Perhaps they just wanted attention. How ridiculously naïve.
All these thoughts passed through Tom Riddle's head in a split second. He couldn't fathom the thoughts into words, for he was yet to learn a language. He wasn't even a month old yet, so you can hardly blame him.
The days passed. All he had to do was wake up in the morning and gulp down whatever they fed him. It tasted horrible. He ate it though, since he was incapable of even sitting up, let alone finding his own food.
Every so often, he would have a face looking down at him. The faces would smile and wiggle their eyebrows and some of them would even try to touch him; one lady in particular was fond of pinching his cheeks. He hated her.
