In Pursuit of Greatness
A/N: This is just an idea, but if you don't like it, it may well just be a writer's fling. Basically, it's Voldemort's life, starting out with the basic Tom Riddle history, and moving on from there. This is the second story I'm currently working on, but this idea has haunted me for FAR too long. First chapter is an omniscient point of view, afterwards switching to Tom Riddle's. Hope you enjoy. -Anna Dearest
Bring Us the Heir of Slytherin
"Tom! I'm sorry I didn't tell you!" Delenorah Riddle pleaded with her husband. "I'm sorry, so very sorry. You see how you're reacting. This is why I could say nothing! I knew you'd react this way! Please, Tom, please understand!"
"What is there to understand?" the young man, Tom Riddle, shrieked at his sobbing wife. "You're a witch! That's all there is to it, nothing more. There is nothing for me to understand! You, standing there, carrying my child, bound with your.abnormality!"
"Please, Tom! Try to understand that this doesn't change anything!"
"Yes it does! I'll not be married to a witch!"
With that, the Muggle Tom Riddle stormed out of his and his wife's home, leaving his pregnant wife alone. Delenorah broke down sobbing. How could she do this along? She, a woman, a witch, with child?
She could not do it alone, but little did she know she would not live through childbirth.
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"Such a beautiful baby," one of the women at the orphanage cooed. On July 14, 1927, this day old baby had come to her at Mary Ann's Orphanage. According to the nurse present at the birth, the wife had been abandoned, left to birth her child alone. She'd had just enough time to name the child Tom Marvolo Riddle.
With a soft sigh, the woman placed the bundle in a rickety old crib, as the orphanage could not afford much more. With another sigh, she turned to a rain-smattered window, where it had not ceased storming since the child's birth.
A/N: Short, yes, but I'm starting immediately on the next chapter, not to mention the chapter for my other story. Stress, but not enough. -Anna Dearest
A/N: This is just an idea, but if you don't like it, it may well just be a writer's fling. Basically, it's Voldemort's life, starting out with the basic Tom Riddle history, and moving on from there. This is the second story I'm currently working on, but this idea has haunted me for FAR too long. First chapter is an omniscient point of view, afterwards switching to Tom Riddle's. Hope you enjoy. -Anna Dearest
Bring Us the Heir of Slytherin
"Tom! I'm sorry I didn't tell you!" Delenorah Riddle pleaded with her husband. "I'm sorry, so very sorry. You see how you're reacting. This is why I could say nothing! I knew you'd react this way! Please, Tom, please understand!"
"What is there to understand?" the young man, Tom Riddle, shrieked at his sobbing wife. "You're a witch! That's all there is to it, nothing more. There is nothing for me to understand! You, standing there, carrying my child, bound with your.abnormality!"
"Please, Tom! Try to understand that this doesn't change anything!"
"Yes it does! I'll not be married to a witch!"
With that, the Muggle Tom Riddle stormed out of his and his wife's home, leaving his pregnant wife alone. Delenorah broke down sobbing. How could she do this along? She, a woman, a witch, with child?
She could not do it alone, but little did she know she would not live through childbirth.
**********
"Such a beautiful baby," one of the women at the orphanage cooed. On July 14, 1927, this day old baby had come to her at Mary Ann's Orphanage. According to the nurse present at the birth, the wife had been abandoned, left to birth her child alone. She'd had just enough time to name the child Tom Marvolo Riddle.
With a soft sigh, the woman placed the bundle in a rickety old crib, as the orphanage could not afford much more. With another sigh, she turned to a rain-smattered window, where it had not ceased storming since the child's birth.
A/N: Short, yes, but I'm starting immediately on the next chapter, not to mention the chapter for my other story. Stress, but not enough. -Anna Dearest