1-25-05
Out of the Present,
into the Past
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I know I should be working on TOM but this idea has been in my head for a while. It'll be Ginny/Tom, but I really wanted to focus on our favorite young dark lord for the first chappie. Here it is! Tell me what u think!
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1945, a time where innocence flooded the hearts of many, a time where war was also taking place. In this year, you could turn the radio on and hear Frank Sinatra singing 'Ol' Man River' most likely.
August
heat. He hated it. His name was Tom Marvolo Riddle; he recently
turned 16, and was looking forward to another year at Hogwarts School
of Witch Craft and Wizardry. He sat in the grass; his back leaned
against a tree. 'Hopefully Dumbledore won't be much of a
bother this year.' The teen thought, twirling his wand
around in his right hand absentmindedly. He had done this a lot,
force of habit.
"Freak! Get in here now!" A women's
voice screeched
'Took her long enough.' Tom thought
'Well, I know who's not going to be spared when I leave
school.' With that last thought he stood up, patted dirt off
himself and headed inside. He could very easily hear the radio
playing 'The House I live in.' Like many boys his age, he had a
great dislike for Frank Sinatra, because most girls were in love with
him. But also he respected the singer, and even though he would not
admit it, he could easily say Sinatra had talent.
"Freak.
I thought I told you to clean this place up a bit!" The women who
ran the orphanage shouted
"I did." Tom said lazily. How he
hated this women.
"Well, clean it more!" The women said turning on her heal.
Tom rolled his eyes,
and moved a stray piece of hair back into position, then went to a
cot, well bed, and laid there. He had already done his chorus, a
flick of the wrist and everything was perfect. 'Some day they
will all fear me, and they will regret EVER calling ME a freak.'
Tom thought. Summer heat. How he hated it. With sweat dripping from
his forehead, he headed from the large room filled with beds, and
went out doors again. He leaned back to his spot under the tree, and
watched a few of the younger kids chase each other. Then he turned
his gaze to a few gardener snakes. The women had told him to kill
them, since she hated snakes, but he took them as pets. He then
focused in on the faint hissing and heard 'Yessssss
sssssomething issssss happening. Sssssssssomething big.' 'When?'
'Sssssooon. Very sssssssssoon.'
Tom just focused out,
'Must be the heat.' The teen thought. Nothing big was
going to happen, it was just going to be another year. He then pulled
a leather bound journal from his pocket, and tapped it with his wand.
He was working on preserving himself in after all, just in case. Tom
Riddle was quite sly, and he was also quite smart. Something he
learned at a young age was 'Always have a back up plan.' And that
he did.