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1938, London

When Dumbledore apparated at the steps of Wool's orphanage to deliver Hogwarts' letter to a young Mr. Tom Marvolo Riddle, he had the most curious feeling. Almost as if something monumental would happen during his meeting today.

However, when he laid his eyes upon the blindingly orange orphanage (Merlin's beard, he didn't know colors could be that bright without being drunk from Firewhisky), that feeling was banished to the depths of his mind.

Did all muggles have this wonderful taste in color? How fascinating. He really should go shopping in Muggle London sometimes.

Dumbledore admired the orange building a little longer before he knocked on the building's door. A few seconds later, a harried looking woman opened the door.

"Ah, you must be the caregiver, delighted to meet you. I am here for Mr. Tom Riddle. May I speak to the person in charge of th-", Dumbledore started before he was interrupted by shouting.

"-MARVOLO RIDDLE, YOU GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT. WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT -"

"Sorry sir, we are quite busy right now. Another time?" the woman appeared frazzled.

"-perfectly fine, stop being such a worrywart, granny. You'll get even more old and wrinkly!" another voice called out.

"Perhaps I can be of help?" Dumbledore quickly interjected, guessing that the owner of the second voice was young Riddle. He did want to investigate a bit more about why the boy was triggering this peculiar feeling within him.

"-COULD'VE DIED-"

"You one of the people Tom pranked yesterday? Now's not a good time. Good day, sir." the woman attempted to shut the door. Seeing no way around it, Dumbledore casted a quick Confundus charm on her.

Dumbledore wandered into the building (whose interior was painted in an even more eye searing shade of orange if it was possible). "Tell me about Tom, what did he do yesterday?"

"Tom found out that our orphanage is running low on funds and that Mrs. Cole was taunted and ridiculed by the Tur family when she went to seek donations. Last night, he went and coated the entire Tur mansion in dung. Then he went to some bar and gambled for money. He came back this morning with bruises, cuts and 2000 pounds", the woman dazedly followed Dumbledore. "Mrs. Cole was furious that he would gamble for money again and put his own life at risk in the process. He could've been killed by those thugs with how much he won."

"He's done it before?" Dumbledore was intrigued.

"Only once before, when he was seven and discovered that he had extraordinarily good luck and the fundings for our orphanage was stretched thin. He brought 1000 pounds back to the orphanage then. It helped to keep everyone in the building fed. Mrs. Cole made him swear to never do it again, and he hasn't till now."

What a brave and loyal boy. Perhaps a Gryffindor? Maybe a Hufflepuff? Truly, the boy astonished him. Though the gambling behaviour should be discouraged. Thinking about his prank (quite amusing actually), Dumbledore decided that Tom would definitely be a Gryffindor.

The fight inside the building appeared to have died down and Dumbledore quickly proceeded down the hallway, eager to find his future pupil. He knocked on the door labeled Mrs. Cole's office, only for the door to open and be attacked from both sides by orange blurs. The blurs attempted to tickle him, with the one of the right yelling "Ha, take that for snitching on me, Mary!", while the left one followed with an agreeing hiss. Hiss?!

"Tom, Ramen, you idiots, stop it this instant. That's not Mary!", another older woman chased after them.

"Oh," The right blur stopped and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, "Hahaha, sorry old man."

It is only then that Dumbledore was able to register the figures in front of him. One was a handsome young boy with midnight black hair, bright blue eyes, and a sunny smile. He was wearing a bright orange jumpsuit (impeccable taste in clothing, Dumbledore thinks faintly). The other however, brought his mind screeching to a halt. It was a large snake wearing an orange suit (an orange suit!). A snake that hissed at Tom, who nodded in agreement and hissed something back.

"Hey old man, Ramen thinks your magenta robes are ridiculous, have you ever thought of orange instead?" asked the boy that quite suddenly had the potential to become a Slytherin.

It is as young Riddle bombards him with questions about wizarding princesses and knights and noble quests, that Dumbledore slowly reconciles the cheerful energetic child in front of him with a Parselmouth.

"So? So? Old man Dumbs? Is Hogfarts really a castle? Woo, woo, are there princesses in the magical world? Are they pretty? Do they like ramen? Woo woo, I bet there are dark evil wizards who want to take over their kingdoms!"

"It's Hogwarts, and Tom, there's no-"

"Fear not princess! For the heroic Tom Marvolo Riddle, the next Minister of Magic, will save you!" The boy had stars in his eyes. And why is there suddenly a sunset background behind him? It doesn't feel like accidental magic but it's not disappearing!

Ramen, the snake who is still eyeing his tasteful magenta suit in disgust (clearly this snake is colorblind), whipped the blonde on the face with his tail.

"The great Tom will save you with his loyal sidekick, Ramen!" Tom quickly corrected, only for the snake to whack him harder on his side. "Fine. With the great noble handsome Lord Ramen." Tom said, a big pout appearing on his face.

"Wait a minute", he screwed his face up into a constipated expression, "Oi, why do you get to be a lord? You can't even throw a piece of dung right! You hit me with it last night!"

hiss, hiss

"What do you mean you weren't aiming that turd at the Tur mansion?!"

Hissssss

With a howl, the boy dived for the snake and both of them proceeded to engage in an all-out brawl in front of the Dumbledore's disbelieving eyes.

"Is he always like this?" Dumbledore swayed, feeling as if he has somehow travelled to an alternate dimension by accident (perhaps he really did? And maybe Tom Riddle was supposed to be a murderous dark boy instead of the child who was currently wrestling with his snake on the floor.)

"Not really, he's actually behaving himself. I mean, he hasn't even tried to prank you yet. He must've taken a liking to you and your stories of magic." the women rubbed her chin contemplatively.

This is behaving? Merlin save Hogwarts.

"You knew about magic before I showed up." Dumbledore decided to take his mind off of the headache called Tom and instead tried to determine if the woman would be a threat to the wizarding world.

"Certainly." Mrs. Cole said, sending him an amused look, "quite hard not to with Tom here hanging off of the ceiling declaring himself the superhero protector of this orphanage."

"He used magic intentionally?"

"Was he not supposed to? He had been practicing his powers since he was a child." Mrs. Cole said. "Tom had always told me stories about superpower humans and talking toads and powerful foxes that he dreamt of. I thought they were just that, a child's dreams and fantasies, until the day a criminal escaped to our orphanage and tried to do, unpleasant things…" she paused, shuddering, "But Tom stopped him by creating a strong blast of wind with his bare hands. He saved me. From then on, I knew that superpowers existed. And considering Tom's dreams, a society of supernatural beings is quite likely too."

How fascinating. Perhaps Tom had Seer abilities as well? Though talking toads? Maybe a species of magical creature that hasn't yet been discovered? Dumbledore resolved to look into it.

"Does anyone else know about his magic?"

"No, no one in the orphanage knows besides me. Everyone just thinks that he is a loveable prankster with too good luck." She said, smiling gently at the still moving form of Tom. "Of course, when Tom discovered that he had superpowers, he wanted to show it off to the whole world and be acknowledged as the Great Lord Riddle, Saviour of All. His words, not mine"

Dumbledore chuckled, "but you managed to convince him otherwise?"

"Oh, yes. A few stories of mad scientists did the trick. He's quite afraid of them. From then on, he practiced his powers in private in the forest behind our orphanage"

"You are not afraid of him? Of his powers? Never thought of actually turning him in to those scientists?" Dumbledore asked, the air around him crackling with power.

Mrs. Cole didn't answer for a moment. "When Tom saved me, he blasted the criminal, a grown man through the ceiling. At the time, I couldn't help but fear that the same power might be used against me, against the other children in this orphanage. But," keeping her eyes upon the forms of the energetic boy on the floor, she continued with a gentle smile, "Tom is one of those souls you know. So bright and kind. He could never hurt anyone intentionally. When I asked him what he wanted to do with his newfound powers, he told me" sniff "that he knows I'm scared, but he will practice and practice his powers, so he can use it to protect me and all his precious persons."

"Tom is an angel, Mr. Dumbledore, and I won't have you treating him as if he's dangerous simply because he can talk to snakes. Don't deny it. I've seen how you looked at Tom when he started talking to Ramen." The women's fiery gaze bore into his eyes, "Tom Marvolo Riddle is a precious boy. Hogwarts and the wizarding world are lucky to have him. And you, Mr. Dumbledore, best treat him right."

It was as Dumbledore held the gaze of the tiny muggle woman, who appeared ready to battle with him, one of the greatest wizards of the century, that he was forced to admit to himself that perhaps it was time to discard prejudices. And maybe, just maybe, Tom Marvolo Riddle would become one of the greatest student Hogwarts has to offer to the wizarding world.

A/N: My first story! Yay! I want to send a huge thank you to my awesome betas matsuyaoi and Ruffles1996. Thank you ladies so much for giving me great ideas, for being awesome editors, and for supporting me the whole way. Love you both so much! Happy new years! Have an amazing 2019!