Disclaimer: Um Yeah I still don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters…just this plot.
A/N: So what was Tom Riddles time at Hogwarts like? Here is his story. Story is told from Tom's POV.
Platform 9¾The bloody ticket said 9¾. There was no such thing. I had already made a fool of myself asking a conductor where it was.
"Foolish boy, there is no such place!" He had nearly shouted.
I had walked away, my face flushed.
I looked around the station. Suddenly a family appeared and they had similar trolleys to the one I had. I followed at a distance, trying to avoid suspicion. They walked right up to the barrier between platforms three and four, turned their trolleys so that they were facing the barrier, and charged right at it. I winced as the front of the trolley made contact with the solid barrier. I waited for the crashing noise to meet my ears, but it never came. I stared up in aw as the next child went through the barrier, this time only wincing slightly. It was as if the barrier was swallowing the people running into them.
Once their parents had gone, I wheeled my trolley over in front of the barrier, gripped the handle and charged at the wall.
I almost let out a cry when I was about to make contact with the wall, but managed to hold it in. Instead of crashing into the wall, I went into it.
I emerged on to a new platform; a large sigh read 'Platform 9¾'.It hung in front of a huge freight train. Everywhere I looked parents were helping their children onto the train. Children were loading up trunks and owl cages onto the train. There was the occasional cat or mouse scurrying around people's feet, and a desperate person chasing after it.
I walked over toward a door, and tried to carry my trunk up the stairs, well it was more of dragging it up the steps. I went along and found an empty compartment and shoved my trunk on the floor, and rushed back out to get my owl, Precious, and other odds and ends I had left on my trolley.
I walked back and closed the door to my compartment.
I stared out the window as I watched the last of the people boarding the train, parents of first years saying good-bye teary-eyed, and kids waving out the windows to their little brothers, sisters, and parents. It reminded me of everything I didn't have. I had no family, I nobody that truly cared about me, I was left feeling hallow, like I was a pain and nobody wanted to be around me. I reassured myself of this when I looked at other compartments filled to the brim with kids, and then back at mine, which was completely empty, besides me and my owl, my only friend.
A/N: So what did you think? Let me know and I will try to update!
