Buried Memories
Chapter 1
By: Death of Roses
I do not own Harry Potter.
Pitter...
Patter...
Tom stared out the window, his cold grey-ices watching as the rain fell from the sky. "Are you crying, Mother?" He whispered into the night. "Why are you crying again? Do you loathe me for what I have become?" He asked to no one in particular. "Please understand.… that I had no other path to choose."
Tom closed his eyes, inhaling a deep breath of air. It was as if he could hear the laughter of the muggle children again….
"Hahaha! You're pathetic Tom!" A boy, only around eight or so with dark-brown hair and hazel eyes laughed out, his arms crossed over his chest. There were a herd of children all crowded around a small boy by the name of Tom Marvolo Riddle, who was laying on the floor; his right eye black and bruised all over.
"You're a freak Riddle, that's what the teachers say!" The boy continued saying as the other children laughed.
Tom felt tears welling up in his eyes, but he would gladly die before he let them out, for those tears would cost him his pride.
The boy kicked Tom in the ribs again, causing Tom to caugh up some blood. "What's wrong Riddle? Not your usualy arrogant self, are you now?"
He'll pay, oh how he would pay.
Hatred for the children was all that was on Tom's mind.
Die, just die! You don't deserve anything more, die!
Suddenly, a force of some kind came and hit the boy on the leg, making it bleed as the small boy instantly kneeled on the ground, grabbing his knee and crying.
The other children were horrified as screams were heard everywhere.
"Devil! It's the demon's child! He's a monster!" Some of them cried.
Tom felt an ache in his chest as he remembered this. "Don't cry Mother, or you'll make me want to cry." He murmured, trying to block out the thoughts.
The teachers had heard all the commotion, and came to see what was wrong. Seeing the panic, they didn't even need to think twice of who had caused this; Tom Riddle.
After a long while, they finally got the children inside the orphanage, and the injured child to the nurse.
Slap.
Tom's head turned to the side as his cheek began to sting. Mrs. Cramwell, the person in charge, was red in the face from anger as she had just slapped Tom.
"You freak! What were you doing!" She hollored.
Tom didn't cry, no, that would ruin his pride, but his heart was already sobbing up a river.
But it wasn't his fault.
"Answer me!"
Tom opened his mouth and muttered something incomprehendable.
"What? Speak clearly!"
Tom shifted his gaze, his cold ice grey eyes locking with the woman's.
"…Die." Tom's eyes flared as he said this, and their usual icy grey-ness now held a tinge of red, which had disappeared as quickly as it came.
Mrs. Cramwell was shocked, her pupils widening as she began to shake with fury. "Why You!" She yelled as she held out another hand to slap him.
Tom's reflex got the best of him as he closed his eyes, awaiting the pain of the forcoming slap.
It didn't come.
Instead, there was a scream.
The woman screamed as her skin one by one began to turn to stone as she fell the the floor, petrefied.
The eight year old Tom was very, very, fascinated.
"Pathetic humanssss... disssturbing my ssslumber. Thissss is what you get, for you have awoken me, Nagini!" Someone, or something for that matter, said.
Tom instantly turned around, and saw the snake, holding eye contact.
"Human….No…Wizard, you are not sssscared?" It hissed.
"No. Why am I not sssstone?" Tom asked, then his eye's widened as he realized he wasn't talking in english, but in another language.
"You are the rightful masssster. We are bound by ffffate. I am Nagini, a basilisk." Nagini hissed as it slithered closer to Tom.
"I thank you for what you've done." Tom said, not knowing what else to say.
"I will be there to aid when you call."
"And I you." Tom replied as Nagini slithered away.
That, was their meeting schedualed by fate.