It was a late evening, anyone decent would be in bed, when a young woman staggered up the stone cold steps to the only hope. A hand emerged out of her cloak and rapped on the hardwood door.
Within a few minutes a bleary eyed woman opened it. "Ma'am? What are you doing here?" The woman cupped her belly, emphasizing the fact that she was pregnant. "5th one this month." The owner of the building grumbled "Come in, come in then, I'll take you to the nurse."
"Thank you." The woman said as she tried to follow the woman with as much grace as she could. Because she didn't start out with much grace she wasn't very successful. "I hope he looks like his father." She said wistfully.
The other woman paused and glanced over her guest again. In the light she could tell that she was no beauty. He eyes seemed to point in different directions and her physical features were not appeasing in the very least. "We'll get you settled in here."
The guest turned around to see who the "we" was and saw another woman, old enough to be her grandmother and what looked like her daughter.
The daughter spoke first. "We're the doctors here at the orphanage. Is there any specific reason you decided to come here and not to the hospital?"
"Besides the fact that I don't have the money, I know that I won't make it through the birth of my child. I really do hope he is as handsome as his father."
"How do you know the gender of your child?" The kindly older matron asked. "Normally, people can only tell after getting tests done."
"Call it a sixth sense." She smiled, twisting her thin mouth up slightly. "My only wish is for him to look like his father. That is all. I don't even care if I die."
"Rather bleak outlook on life." The younger one said and immediately got chastised by her mother.
"I'm really sorry for being such an inconven-." She moaned in pain. "I think…"
The nurses immediately rushed to take care of her. After a long messy birth as they did not have all of the proper equipment, a young babe was before them.
"What shall you name him?" The grandmother asked as she held the child against her bosom.
A younger woman ran in at that moment.
The dieing woman looked right at the woman that had entered. "I hope he looks like his papa. His name shall be Tom, for his father, Marvolo, for my father, Riddle." She blinked her eyes slowly. "Give this to him." She held out a tarnished old locket. She blinked her eyes for the last time.
"Do you reckon she was from a circus?" The daughter asked.
"Marie!" Her mother said exasperated. "She just died for God's sake! Show some respect to the dead!" She turned to the little boy in her arms. "What shall we do with him?" She then added an afterthought. "She was right, her child is a boy."
The young woman that had interrupted the death scene answered her. "Wait for his family to show up. That is all we can do."
About this story. It is Tom Riddle's life up until the point where he tries to kill Harry.
I am working on chapter two. Rather chapter one as this is more like an intro. I am hoping to have it up by the end of January (if anyone wants to know...)