A/N: Tom waits for the storm and of things to come. RxR. FxF.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments): Divination Assignment #4 - Write a fic about characters and set in an era previous to the Trio Era. Prompts: Riddle Era, yew, Title including some(thing/body/one)
Pick a Card, Any Card Challenge: Seven of Spades: Write about Tom Riddle.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
It was a quiet afternoon at the orphanage but the weather had taken a turn for the worst. As the sky turned grey and filled slowly with heavy clouds, the children had run inside to the warmth of the main building, however one child had stayed behind. He sat glumly on the rusted metal swing of the playground at the back of the building. The chains creaked as he swayed slightly back and forth, one foot on the ground to steady himself. He stared down at the dirt track under the swing, the red dust caked on the bottom of his shoe, waiting.
He was waiting for the storm to start. He wanted something interesting to happen around here. It was so boring living among these children. There was thunder above and a flash through the clouds and the boy smiled. This was going to be a big one. He could feel in the strong breeze that blew the fallen leaves from the yew trees into a small cyclone. Something exciting.
There were quick sounds, like running footsteps, and the boy looked up. He saw two of the larger boys approaching him quickly. With scowls on their faces, they stood before him on the swing, their arms crossed in front of them. The first one said, "What are you still doing out here, freak?"
The boy didn't even bother with a response. He looked boredly at the large boy before glancing away to the right. The other got angry, "Didn't hear the question, dork?" Still the boy did not answer.
The first one stepped up to the smaller boy and shoved him off the swing and into the dirt. The boy's clothes were now soiled, his hair covered in a light layer of dust. The bigger boys laughed and the first one said, "You better learn some manners next time, Riddle."
The two boys chuckled before leaving the boy in the dirt. The sky thundered once more, louder than before, and the sky flashed white. Then there was one drop, three, five and then the rain began. The boy laid there under the creaking swing, in the dirt track that was quickly becoming mud. His hair became weighed down by the falling water and lay across his forehead. The boy muttered to himself, softly but assuredly, "One day, I'm going to rule the world."