A/N: OK, I am just writing as I think it would have been for Tom Riddle. This is my FIRST EVER fic. Also, keep in mind I am not a good writer…Please read & Review, I would like to know what you think. Bad, or good. Thanx!
PS - I am basing this mainly on what I know, but much all of it is made up. In addition, NOTHING in this fic belongs to me, it all belongs to miss J.K Rowling.
PPS - Also, I don't know if this title belongs to anyone else, if it does sorry!!! Please tell em and I will change it! Plus, I also don't know if this topic has been done by anyone else. Again, sorry!!!
Tom Marvolo Riddle, the untold.
I was a young boy when it happened. My father deserted my mother and I. I did not know why, but I was soon to find out.
My mother passed away when I was young, I was left to fend for myself. When an orphanage found me, they took me in. I was truly grateful. I was a quiet boy, the type that everyone is afraid of and teases. People came and people went. Adoptions were very common, but orphans were also very common, more than adoptions. I didn't mind, for I was preoccupied with finding my Father. But then, I would think to myself, "Will he accept me?" and "Why did he leave?" and questions like that built up inside of me for years, until, one day, I was given a letter.
With all hopes high, I opened it, hoping it was from my Father. But, still, I was amazed and fully shocked: the letter said I had been accepted into a school. At the bottom there was a hand written message left there:
"Go to the leaky cauldron, catch a bus on July the 28th and tell them where you would like to go, I will meet you there", and out fell a twenty-pound note.
The letter in itself astonished me, let alone the twenty-pound note. I decided that I was going nowhere if I stayed here, and decided that I would go and meet this person, to see if it were real. I hid the twenty-pound note in my pillow, in case one of the others had seen it. It was too precious to me at this point, it may be my ticket out of here, so I kept it well hidden.
At supper, I went to the cook and asked "Ma'am, what is the date today?" and the cook replied to me "Why, it is the 27th of July, why do you ask?"
"Oh, nothing Ma'am", I replied. She told me to hurry on, or my supper would get cold.
I woke up early, because I was anxious to leave. Today was Saturday, therefore, an outing day, we were allowed to leave. I got out of bed and dressed quickly. I slipped the twenty-pound note out from inside my pillow and left as soon as we were allowed.
I walked the couple hundred metres to the nearest bus stop and waited for a bus to come along. As I waited, more doubts and questions flooded me. What if the knew my father? But then, I shook that thought from my mind. After about 10 minutes, a bus came by. I stood up and signaled the bus to stop, and asked if this bus would be able to drop me to a place called the leaky cauldron. The driver said no, and also commented that he had never heard of the place. And off he went, leaving me feeling like an idiot.
Five minutes later, another bus came by. I went to go and stop the bus, and asked the driver if he would drop me at the leaky cauldron. He said "Sure" and that he went there all the time. I could have sworn he winked at me, as though trying to say something. Never the less, I bought my ticket, and sat down.
In what seemed like an eternity (twenty minutes, actually) The driver told me this was my stop and so I hopped off the bus and sat there waiting. Feeling a bit fidgety, I stood up to take a quick walk. Just as I was standing up, a hand grabbed me by the shoulder and someone said to me "Good, you're here Tom. Please, walk this way with me, I trust you had a good trip?" and so I turned around and walked behind this man. Rather odd man he was, he was wearing a sweeping black cloak, and all other items.
We walked inside of this little bar and the man turned around and introduced himself as Armando Dippett, the current headmaster of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Still, I remained silent. I noticed also, that almost everyone else in this bar was wearing a cloak too.
The man turned to me and explained everything about this weird and wonderful that I was about to be part of, I was amazed. He led me out to the back where he pulled out what he called his wand. He counted the bricks and tapped a brick with his wand. Suddenly, the wall broke away, I stood there in awe.
"Now, first things first. We should probably head to Gringotts then maybe to Madam Malkins" I just nodded my head in agreement. I was still in shock. How couldn't I have known? Is all I could think. As we walked on, Professor Dippett explained to me about my past, and about my father, and everything. I also happened to be the last living descendant of one of the founders of the school! Salazar Slytherin. He told me about how the school worked and he taught me a lot about the school. I felt like I knew it already.
But still, the hate for my father was ever creeping up on me…
A/N 2: You like? I know it isn't at all that good at the moment, it will get better though :) Please R & R!!!
PS - I am basing this mainly on what I know, but much all of it is made up. In addition, NOTHING in this fic belongs to me, it all belongs to miss J.K Rowling.
PPS - Also, I don't know if this title belongs to anyone else, if it does sorry!!! Please tell em and I will change it! Plus, I also don't know if this topic has been done by anyone else. Again, sorry!!!
Tom Marvolo Riddle, the untold.
I was a young boy when it happened. My father deserted my mother and I. I did not know why, but I was soon to find out.
My mother passed away when I was young, I was left to fend for myself. When an orphanage found me, they took me in. I was truly grateful. I was a quiet boy, the type that everyone is afraid of and teases. People came and people went. Adoptions were very common, but orphans were also very common, more than adoptions. I didn't mind, for I was preoccupied with finding my Father. But then, I would think to myself, "Will he accept me?" and "Why did he leave?" and questions like that built up inside of me for years, until, one day, I was given a letter.
With all hopes high, I opened it, hoping it was from my Father. But, still, I was amazed and fully shocked: the letter said I had been accepted into a school. At the bottom there was a hand written message left there:
"Go to the leaky cauldron, catch a bus on July the 28th and tell them where you would like to go, I will meet you there", and out fell a twenty-pound note.
The letter in itself astonished me, let alone the twenty-pound note. I decided that I was going nowhere if I stayed here, and decided that I would go and meet this person, to see if it were real. I hid the twenty-pound note in my pillow, in case one of the others had seen it. It was too precious to me at this point, it may be my ticket out of here, so I kept it well hidden.
At supper, I went to the cook and asked "Ma'am, what is the date today?" and the cook replied to me "Why, it is the 27th of July, why do you ask?"
"Oh, nothing Ma'am", I replied. She told me to hurry on, or my supper would get cold.
I woke up early, because I was anxious to leave. Today was Saturday, therefore, an outing day, we were allowed to leave. I got out of bed and dressed quickly. I slipped the twenty-pound note out from inside my pillow and left as soon as we were allowed.
I walked the couple hundred metres to the nearest bus stop and waited for a bus to come along. As I waited, more doubts and questions flooded me. What if the knew my father? But then, I shook that thought from my mind. After about 10 minutes, a bus came by. I stood up and signaled the bus to stop, and asked if this bus would be able to drop me to a place called the leaky cauldron. The driver said no, and also commented that he had never heard of the place. And off he went, leaving me feeling like an idiot.
Five minutes later, another bus came by. I went to go and stop the bus, and asked the driver if he would drop me at the leaky cauldron. He said "Sure" and that he went there all the time. I could have sworn he winked at me, as though trying to say something. Never the less, I bought my ticket, and sat down.
In what seemed like an eternity (twenty minutes, actually) The driver told me this was my stop and so I hopped off the bus and sat there waiting. Feeling a bit fidgety, I stood up to take a quick walk. Just as I was standing up, a hand grabbed me by the shoulder and someone said to me "Good, you're here Tom. Please, walk this way with me, I trust you had a good trip?" and so I turned around and walked behind this man. Rather odd man he was, he was wearing a sweeping black cloak, and all other items.
We walked inside of this little bar and the man turned around and introduced himself as Armando Dippett, the current headmaster of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Still, I remained silent. I noticed also, that almost everyone else in this bar was wearing a cloak too.
The man turned to me and explained everything about this weird and wonderful that I was about to be part of, I was amazed. He led me out to the back where he pulled out what he called his wand. He counted the bricks and tapped a brick with his wand. Suddenly, the wall broke away, I stood there in awe.
"Now, first things first. We should probably head to Gringotts then maybe to Madam Malkins" I just nodded my head in agreement. I was still in shock. How couldn't I have known? Is all I could think. As we walked on, Professor Dippett explained to me about my past, and about my father, and everything. I also happened to be the last living descendant of one of the founders of the school! Salazar Slytherin. He told me about how the school worked and he taught me a lot about the school. I felt like I knew it already.
But still, the hate for my father was ever creeping up on me…
A/N 2: You like? I know it isn't at all that good at the moment, it will get better though :) Please R & R!!!