Summary: Tom Riddle didn't belong. He had everything he could wish for, but he never thought to wish for human contact.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me, because if it did, Tom Riddle would be the main character, and the dark would triumph. D:
Warnings: Since I don't actually plan out stories, this may end up going off the rails. Will contain slash (Tom/Harry) and a large amount of fluff.
Belong to me.
Prologue
Merope Gaunt was, by all means, a horrid person. Her looks were so that not even her family status or her riches would seduce any man into her bed, and her personality was so that being in a room with the woman for more than a few minutes would make one feel sick to the core, and feel like a layer of filth had covered their skin. Luckily for this wretch of a woman, she had been born into a family of wizards.
Over the course of her life, Merope had used many a potion or spell to seduce men into her bed, to sate her carnal desires, only to become bored with her current toy, and claim that they were no good for 'such a beauty'.
This had gone on until the beastly woman turned 25, and one of the young boys she had grown fond of bringing to her bed had left a mark upon this woman; she was pregnant with his child. A child she did not want, nor did she think deserved to live. The unborn child's father was a muggle.
By midway through her pregnancy, Merope had already decided that the child would be left with her parents, who would raise the child as their own, to keep the world outside their doors cold to the knowledge that one of their own had fallen pregnant with such a common being as the child's father.
Less than a month after her child had come into the world, Merope Gaunt took flight from her childhood home, not even leaving a note for her family, having not told them of her plans. The first sign of her having left when, the next morning, her mother had heard the cries of her daughter's son, whom she loathed for being the chid of such a common muggle.
Despite her dislike of her grandson, she went to the boys room, the smallest in the large manor home, and saw that his mother was nowhere in sight. She knew how much her daughter hated her son, so she knew almost instantly that she would not come for her child; that she had left him.
Her mind was instantly set to raise the child, but she would never raise him as a son. He would know he did not belong, know that he was not to ever become one of them. He would be given anything he wanted for, but he would get no warmth from his family.
He was not to belong.
A.N: So. This is my first attempt at a multi-chapter fic. I am almost certain it will suck. D: Also, what with my total lack of attention, it may end up being left out in the cold for a while. I'll try not to do what some people do and abandon it totally, but I can make NO promises.
Oh well! Review if you like, review if you don't, don't review if you can't be bothered. I'll update even if you don't, because I'm not cruel. D: