The cold and mist shrouded this night in an old English home. The windows
were open to allow the access of fresh air into the building. Shrieks and
Moans could be heard from inside the large mansion of a home. This home
belonged to one of the most respectable men of England, a lawyer by the
name of Ian Riddle and his lovely wife Margaret Riddle.
For years this mid-aged couple had wanted nothing more than a child to call their own, to teach something else how to live, instead of being taught how to live. This dream was about to become reality. This night Margaret was all alone in her home, as her Husband was fighting the war. This night Margaret Riddle gave birth to her first and only son, Tom M. Riddle. "Tom, you are going to grow up in a generation of hate, so you must be careful, and I will make sure you will receive the best education money can by. I want you to be as smart and as powerful a man as your father is." Tom' mother, Margaret said.
It was the year nineteen-twenty-six, it is now the year nineteen-twenty- eight. For the first time in years, the sun was able to break through the rain clouds and this made the two year old boy, Tom a very happy boy. Him and his mother were out in the field one day picking blueberries to make a pie. "Mom, what would happen if all of the blue-berries were gone?" Asked Tom, "Oh, Tom. Now why would the blueberries be gone? Did you eat them?" Margaret said in reply to the question. "No mommy, I squish them like this." Tom said, and than he picked up one blueberry from the feild and held it between his index finger and his thumb, and he squashed the fruit. "Someday, just like your father Ian you will be smart enough to do that to anything. You could put the entire world under your thumb and hold it for as long as you want it." she told her son, as any mother would. "Mommy, I have a question." Tom said, but before his mother could respond a car pulled up in the yard. "Tom, now go over and play in the field but don't go too far now. Mommy will be over here talking to our visitor." she told him. She knew the man to be Constable Rubin from down the road. He and her husband had been best friends for as long as she could remember. From the field a loud yell of depression was heard, and Tom from the tall grass looked at his mother face. As he looked up he noticed that his mother was already looking at him and they were now starring at each other eye to eye. The police officer patted Margaret on the back as he went back to his car and drove off down the lane. She put her hand over her eyes and began to walk to the field where Tom was sitting down starring at her still, wondering if anything was the matter...Margaret fell down.
When she came to her senses the first thing she seen was her son Tom, who at the time was sitting at the foot of her bed and looking at the wall. She called his name twice, as if she were out of breath, "Tom, Tom." she had said. "Mommy, what is the matter? What Happened to you." he asked, but she was silent. Than as half of an hour had passed she asked, "Tom, how did I get inside?" as she looked curiously into the eyes of her child, "I yelled to that man, and ran to him. He seen me, and he came back to help." He said, "You really are just like your father Tom, except for these." she said, "Except for what?" asked Tom wonderingly, "These!" she exclaimed as she pointed to her sons eyes. "You have my eyes." "I do? How do I have your eyes? They are on you." "Oh Tom, so innocent you are. You have the same kind of eyes as me. Deep blue eyes." she told him. "Mommy, before you fainted I was going to ask you a question." Tom said quietly. For some reason, she knew what the question was going to be, so she rolled over on her side. "Mom, can I please ask you a question?" "What is it Tom?" she asked as if she did not know. "When am I going to get to meet my father?" he asked. "Tom, remember that man that was here before?" Tom's mother asked. "Yes, how? Is he my father." he answered with another question. "Well, you could say that, and he is going to be around a lot more often these days. Now leave me and go to sleep." Margaret said.
That night around midnight by his watch, Tom woke up to foot steps just outside of his room. Carefully he stepped out and carefully he crept down the stairs. It was a stormy night and the thunder scared Tom. With one crack of thunder he fell down the rest of the stairs. Than a flash of lightning lit up the nearly pitch black home. A shadow was seen than in the bath room, and as curious a boy he is Tom went to check it out. He entered the bath room and he heard struggling from behind the shower curtain. Just than a sudden chill went down his spine and in an instant of curiosity Tom Riddle threw open the shower curtain and immediately looked at the water and another thunder crack sent him into the shower. Now in the water another flash of lightning shown the water to be red. Tom gathered himself together and backed up as fast as a two year old could. He bumped across something. When he turned to see what it was there, it was the hanging corpse of his mother, Margaret Riddle. Tom rushed to the phone to make a call to the officer that was at his house before. "May I speak to Wubin please?" Tom asked, "Speaking, is that you Tom? What are you doing up so late?" asked the officer. "I think there is something wrong with my mother again."
Days later at the feuneral, something happened as the service ended. "You know Tom, I promised your mother before she passed away that I would take care of you. So that is what I will do. From now on as hard as it will be, you will be my responsibility okay.
Seven years later, Tom Riddle was nine, and on the way home, he crossed the most strange but yet familiar man. Who is he, and why do I know him? Tom asked himself over and over again. Than he caught himself turning around to look at the man and the most peculiar thing happened...The man was crouched down starring at him. Tom walked over to the man and started to look around. "Hello Thomas." The man said, "Come take a walk with me." Tom was no fool. He knew he wasn't aloud to. "My Father Said that I should never speak to strangers." Tom told the man. "Well I guess now to you, I would be a bit of a stranger. Your father must be a smart man, who is he?" The man asked curiously with a strange look to his face. "Officer Rubin. He isn't my real father though. My real father was killed in the war." Tom said and than he put a smile on and hugged the man. He noticed why the man looked so familiar.
"Well Rubin is a pretty good guy, but your real father was not killed in the war. He was lost while on a mission. He some how managed to find himself in the "Different World". You probably heard of this world before. A world of dragons that breath fire, wizards use magic, witches fly brooms, and a world where you are taught how to do these things. However what you probably didn't know about this world is that people like you and me can live alongside vampires and wizards, much like you live alongside your next door neighbor. Now your father went there and picked up a teaching job at a school named Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He taught the students there the ways of us. The ways of the people that can not use magic. He did this because he was told that if he completed a term contract that his son would be accepted into Hogwarts. His term is up now, and he will be waiting for you on your next birth day at Hogwarts. You will receive more instructions in times to come. REVELENTA!" The man said and than he turned into an envelope.
The envelope clearly read: "For: Tom Riddle" and on the back of it was a seal. It had a logo on it that read Hogwarts and below that was the school motto: "Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titilandus" which roughly translates into: "Never Tickle A Sleeping Dragon". He opened the envelope and pulled out the letter. It was a letter of acceptance into Hogwarts: "You have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Here is a list of what you will need to attend school..." and it continued to list school supplies and wardrobe, and also instructions on how to get to Hogwarts.
After these events taking place, Tom decided that it was too much for him and he went back to his home. It wasn't until his birthday that Tom would tell Rubin about the man, and how he wasn't really a man at all, and about Hogwarts. Rubin was left feeling lonely as the boy was the only family that he had left, however he understood that Tom had no choice but to leave. Tom Marvolo Riddle, was about to enter an entirely different world.
For years this mid-aged couple had wanted nothing more than a child to call their own, to teach something else how to live, instead of being taught how to live. This dream was about to become reality. This night Margaret was all alone in her home, as her Husband was fighting the war. This night Margaret Riddle gave birth to her first and only son, Tom M. Riddle. "Tom, you are going to grow up in a generation of hate, so you must be careful, and I will make sure you will receive the best education money can by. I want you to be as smart and as powerful a man as your father is." Tom' mother, Margaret said.
It was the year nineteen-twenty-six, it is now the year nineteen-twenty- eight. For the first time in years, the sun was able to break through the rain clouds and this made the two year old boy, Tom a very happy boy. Him and his mother were out in the field one day picking blueberries to make a pie. "Mom, what would happen if all of the blue-berries were gone?" Asked Tom, "Oh, Tom. Now why would the blueberries be gone? Did you eat them?" Margaret said in reply to the question. "No mommy, I squish them like this." Tom said, and than he picked up one blueberry from the feild and held it between his index finger and his thumb, and he squashed the fruit. "Someday, just like your father Ian you will be smart enough to do that to anything. You could put the entire world under your thumb and hold it for as long as you want it." she told her son, as any mother would. "Mommy, I have a question." Tom said, but before his mother could respond a car pulled up in the yard. "Tom, now go over and play in the field but don't go too far now. Mommy will be over here talking to our visitor." she told him. She knew the man to be Constable Rubin from down the road. He and her husband had been best friends for as long as she could remember. From the field a loud yell of depression was heard, and Tom from the tall grass looked at his mother face. As he looked up he noticed that his mother was already looking at him and they were now starring at each other eye to eye. The police officer patted Margaret on the back as he went back to his car and drove off down the lane. She put her hand over her eyes and began to walk to the field where Tom was sitting down starring at her still, wondering if anything was the matter...Margaret fell down.
When she came to her senses the first thing she seen was her son Tom, who at the time was sitting at the foot of her bed and looking at the wall. She called his name twice, as if she were out of breath, "Tom, Tom." she had said. "Mommy, what is the matter? What Happened to you." he asked, but she was silent. Than as half of an hour had passed she asked, "Tom, how did I get inside?" as she looked curiously into the eyes of her child, "I yelled to that man, and ran to him. He seen me, and he came back to help." He said, "You really are just like your father Tom, except for these." she said, "Except for what?" asked Tom wonderingly, "These!" she exclaimed as she pointed to her sons eyes. "You have my eyes." "I do? How do I have your eyes? They are on you." "Oh Tom, so innocent you are. You have the same kind of eyes as me. Deep blue eyes." she told him. "Mommy, before you fainted I was going to ask you a question." Tom said quietly. For some reason, she knew what the question was going to be, so she rolled over on her side. "Mom, can I please ask you a question?" "What is it Tom?" she asked as if she did not know. "When am I going to get to meet my father?" he asked. "Tom, remember that man that was here before?" Tom's mother asked. "Yes, how? Is he my father." he answered with another question. "Well, you could say that, and he is going to be around a lot more often these days. Now leave me and go to sleep." Margaret said.
That night around midnight by his watch, Tom woke up to foot steps just outside of his room. Carefully he stepped out and carefully he crept down the stairs. It was a stormy night and the thunder scared Tom. With one crack of thunder he fell down the rest of the stairs. Than a flash of lightning lit up the nearly pitch black home. A shadow was seen than in the bath room, and as curious a boy he is Tom went to check it out. He entered the bath room and he heard struggling from behind the shower curtain. Just than a sudden chill went down his spine and in an instant of curiosity Tom Riddle threw open the shower curtain and immediately looked at the water and another thunder crack sent him into the shower. Now in the water another flash of lightning shown the water to be red. Tom gathered himself together and backed up as fast as a two year old could. He bumped across something. When he turned to see what it was there, it was the hanging corpse of his mother, Margaret Riddle. Tom rushed to the phone to make a call to the officer that was at his house before. "May I speak to Wubin please?" Tom asked, "Speaking, is that you Tom? What are you doing up so late?" asked the officer. "I think there is something wrong with my mother again."
Days later at the feuneral, something happened as the service ended. "You know Tom, I promised your mother before she passed away that I would take care of you. So that is what I will do. From now on as hard as it will be, you will be my responsibility okay.
Seven years later, Tom Riddle was nine, and on the way home, he crossed the most strange but yet familiar man. Who is he, and why do I know him? Tom asked himself over and over again. Than he caught himself turning around to look at the man and the most peculiar thing happened...The man was crouched down starring at him. Tom walked over to the man and started to look around. "Hello Thomas." The man said, "Come take a walk with me." Tom was no fool. He knew he wasn't aloud to. "My Father Said that I should never speak to strangers." Tom told the man. "Well I guess now to you, I would be a bit of a stranger. Your father must be a smart man, who is he?" The man asked curiously with a strange look to his face. "Officer Rubin. He isn't my real father though. My real father was killed in the war." Tom said and than he put a smile on and hugged the man. He noticed why the man looked so familiar.
"Well Rubin is a pretty good guy, but your real father was not killed in the war. He was lost while on a mission. He some how managed to find himself in the "Different World". You probably heard of this world before. A world of dragons that breath fire, wizards use magic, witches fly brooms, and a world where you are taught how to do these things. However what you probably didn't know about this world is that people like you and me can live alongside vampires and wizards, much like you live alongside your next door neighbor. Now your father went there and picked up a teaching job at a school named Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He taught the students there the ways of us. The ways of the people that can not use magic. He did this because he was told that if he completed a term contract that his son would be accepted into Hogwarts. His term is up now, and he will be waiting for you on your next birth day at Hogwarts. You will receive more instructions in times to come. REVELENTA!" The man said and than he turned into an envelope.
The envelope clearly read: "For: Tom Riddle" and on the back of it was a seal. It had a logo on it that read Hogwarts and below that was the school motto: "Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titilandus" which roughly translates into: "Never Tickle A Sleeping Dragon". He opened the envelope and pulled out the letter. It was a letter of acceptance into Hogwarts: "You have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Here is a list of what you will need to attend school..." and it continued to list school supplies and wardrobe, and also instructions on how to get to Hogwarts.
After these events taking place, Tom decided that it was too much for him and he went back to his home. It wasn't until his birthday that Tom would tell Rubin about the man, and how he wasn't really a man at all, and about Hogwarts. Rubin was left feeling lonely as the boy was the only family that he had left, however he understood that Tom had no choice but to leave. Tom Marvolo Riddle, was about to enter an entirely different world.