Whenever people in the magical community think of an orphan with black hair, green eyes and a strong history of Hogwarts they think of the Boy Who Lived. However many years ago in a small town called Little Hangleton the description fitted a small half-blood. His father didn't think there was anything special about this runt of a boy, only that he had infectious magical blood in him and that he wanted nothing to do with him.
For years he sat alone in a dark and damp orphanage. He knew there was something a little off about him. Whenever he grew angry unexplained events would occur. Like when one of the staff sent him to bed with out dinner and laughed over the event with a cigarette, he glared at her and the cigarette caught on fire, burning her through her shirt and scalding her skin. His answer would come on his eleventh birthday when a little addressed to him came by a black speckled winter owl. The letter read:
Dear Thomas M Riddle,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins September 1. We await your owl no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
" And the new Head boy is Thomas Riddle!"
Six years had passed since that fateful day when a small, ragged looking orphan had received an invitation to join the legendary Wizarding scho Hogwarts. Since then he had grown to become a fine young man. His hair was a deep midnight black that he often had combed backwards except for his bangs which hung over his face. He had a fair complexion that was highlighted by deep green eyes. He had an air of confidence about him that had earned him many awards and admirers over the years.
For years he sat alone in a dark and damp orphanage. He knew there was something a little off about him. Whenever he grew angry unexplained events would occur. Like when one of the staff sent him to bed with out dinner and laughed over the event with a cigarette, he glared at her and the cigarette caught on fire, burning her through her shirt and scalding her skin. His answer would come on his eleventh birthday when a little addressed to him came by a black speckled winter owl. The letter read:
Dear Thomas M Riddle,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins September 1. We await your owl no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
" And the new Head boy is Thomas Riddle!"
Six years had passed since that fateful day when a small, ragged looking orphan had received an invitation to join the legendary Wizarding scho Hogwarts. Since then he had grown to become a fine young man. His hair was a deep midnight black that he often had combed backwards except for his bangs which hung over his face. He had a fair complexion that was highlighted by deep green eyes. He had an air of confidence about him that had earned him many awards and admirers over the years.