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In this story, it takes place after Albus and the rest leave for Hogwarts. Voldemort is dead. Harry magically gets his hands on some of Voldemort's old memories. He pours one into his pensieve and this is what he sees.
It may not seem realistic. :(
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Harry looked into the pensieve.
He had seen this place before. Yes, this was definitely the orphanage that Tom Riddle lived at for 11 years. It was bright outside, and the halls of the orphanage were filled with children's laughter.
Harry moved over to the most familiar face in the crowd. Tom Riddle.
He looked about 8 or 9, and he was alone. He was looking at all the kids playing, longingly.
Wait, Harry thought. Didn't Tom prefer to be alone?
"Hey, Tom! Why don't you come over here with us?" One boy shouted. He looked about 13, and he was tall and muscular.
A bright smile came upon Tom's face, as he stood up and ran over to the older boys. Harry followed him. As soon as Tom got over to them though, the same kid that called him over stuck his leg out. Tom fell hard to the ground, face first.
Harry almost wanted to help the poor kid, but he couldn't. He was only seeing the memory. And plus, this was Tom Riddle we're talking about.
Tom raised up, and examined his knee. He was bleeding badly, and Harry could tell that it was probably stinging like crazy. It was a long series of scrapes, followed by a bad cut at his knee.
The older kids were laughing at him.
Tom's eyes were stinging with tears, but he didn't let the bullies see. He got up slowly, and limped away from them, while they were still laughing.
Harry followed Tom into his orphanage room, where Tom fell on his bed and brought his knee up to his face to examine it further. Tears were falling harder now, as the cut bled more.
Harry felt sorry for him. He was only eight; he hadn't done anything wrong yet. He was just a lonely child.
Tom continued to cry, but eventually turned over in his bed and fell to sleep sniffling. Whether it be about his bleeding leg, or being bullied and lonely, Harry did not know.
He raised up out of the pensieve, and sighed.
Maybe Voldemort was more human than he thought. Everybody wanted friends, sometimes even Tom Riddle.