Prologue

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Well this is my second shot at a fic. It's my first one with Tom/Voldemort so I hope that I get the character right. The prologue is just a memory. The real story will be taking place a bit farther on in the future. Maybe not quite into the days of Harry Potter but not as far back as this. Well I hope that you enjoy it! Please review!

Voldemort sat in a small bedroom of an old abandoned house. He was sitting there waiting for the girl who was asleep in the bed to wake up. He leaned over her and gently kissed her forehead. The girl's face cringed and she moved a bit. She was clearly still fast asleep. He let out a sigh. Some things never seemed to change. He could still remember how he had met her…

It was nearing the end of summer. Only a few days remained before his old school Hogwarts would be resuming its classes. That explained why all of Diagon Alley was full of students purchasing their school supplies. He of course, didn't see many of the students for few tread in Knockturn Alley. He was stuck at his job at Borgin and Burkes. It was about noon now, and he was yet to have a single customer. Not exactly his idea of fun. He much preferred it when he would be sent to someone's house in order to get some object of value from them.

It was nearing the end of his shift when he suddenly saw the door swing open. A young girl entered. She was alone. She was dressed fully in muggle clothing and began looking at the different items in the shop with a great look of intrigue. She spotted something on one of the tables and her finger started move towards it, as if she was somehow drawn to it.

"I advise you not to touch that," he snapped at the girl. She had probably not even noticed that he was there until he had spoken for when he did she jumped out of surprise.

The girl looked up at him and their eyes met. The moment he saw those eyes he knew. Those eyes, they were the exact same as the ones that he saw in the mirror every day. They had to be. It was quite obvious. The girl also had a few similar facial features. Her skin was as pale as his. The only apparent difference was that she had long blonde hair. She was quite a beautiful little girl. How can she have my eyes? He wondered. His mind supplied many possible answers to that question. She could be related to him. He quickly reminded himself that the side of his family from which he got his looks was non magical. So how would she be in that shop? He realized that the girl didn't seem quite as intrigued as he did by the similarities in the two and had continued to browse the shop. He decided to break the silence.

"What's your name?" he asked. This time the girl didn't jump. She didn't even face him when replying.

"Theodora Riddle," she said plainly, "But most call me Theo."

Riddle. The word echoed through his mind. But how? The Riddles were muggles. So how could little Theo here be a witch and a Riddle? A million questions to ask Theo were flooding his mind. He decided that it was best to make it seem like casual conversation, not wanting to scare the girl off.

"So Theo," he said, with a tone that would make it seem as if the two were friends, "Where are your parents?"

"Well my father," she said the word with a great deal of bitterness "is dead. He left my mother and me not long before he got murdered. As for my mum she didn't care to come. You'd imagine that not having known about magic until just recently she would have wanted to come to find out more but she's plenty happy at home with my step father," she said 'step father' with a small snort like breath that showed great disgust.

"So you're muggle born then?" he asked, despite the fact that he hardly needed to.

"Yes," she said, sounding almost ashamed of it. "Are there many like me? You know at Hogwarts?"

"Oh yes," he said, mouthing the word 'sadly' under his breath. He decided now that he was almost positive that he knew exactly who this girl must be he decided that we could move on the better questions. "By any chance was your father Tom Riddle?"

At this the girl glared back at him. Her eyes met his again as if searching him for the answer as to how he have known such a thing. "Yes. You-you've heard of him?" she asked.

A small smile came across his face. He enjoyed the effect that he had on people. The stuttering was a good sign. "Oh, you could say that," he said darkly. Theo gave him a puzzled look. He decided to cut to the chase. "For you see, he was my father too."

"You're lying," she said forcefully despite the fact that her face showed a great deal of doubt. "How could he be?" she said, the forcefulness now gone from her voice.

"It is possible that he could have been married to someone before your mother, is it not?" he said confidently.

"I suppose," replied Theo.

"It is also possible that with this woman to whom he was married he had a child." Theo nodded in agreement. "And it is also possible that that woman was my mother. And therefore I would be his child."

Theo was quiet for a moment, probably in order to let it all sink in. "So, that would make us siblings right?" she finally said.

"Half siblings," he corrected. He wasn't exactly prepared to call this little mudblood girl his sister.

"Why didn't mum ever tell me that I had a brother?" she asked as if she expected him to know.

"Maybe she didn't know about me. I don't even know if my-our father knew about me. I was raised in an orphanage you see."

"Oh," said Theo. "Why, what happened to your mother?"

"She died in child birth," he said flatly. He wasn't positive that that was the full truth but that was what he had always been told at the orphanage.

"So are you a muggle born too?" she asked.

Of course not you little mudblood, he thought. "No, my mother was a witch," he said proudly.

"Oh. So that explains how you'd have magic but what are the odds that I would?"

He wasn't exactly sure how to feel about the girl's inquisitive nature. Part of him admired it. The rest was annoyed that she was asking so many questions. "I suppose rather low. But I suppose that it's like that for most mud-ggle borns."

The girl seemed to be trying to think of another question. Her eyes were slammed shut in concentration. They opened. "You haven't told me your name," she stated. From the tone of voice you could easily tell that it wasn't a simple question but more an order for him to tell her his name.

He was a bit surprised to have been spoken to like that. Who was she to speak to him in such a demanding tone? No one ordered him around. But he decided that he may as well reply. "I have the misfortune to have been named after our father," he said, "My full name being Tom Marvelo Riddle."

"Oh," she said, she voice full of pity, "Do you get called Tommy?"

"Never," he said coldly. What does she think I am, five? He thought bitterly. He was debating on whether or not he should tell her what most were calling him these days. It's either that or get called Tom for the rest of the conversation, he told himself. "I actually get called Voldemort these days."

Theo sounded the name out. "Strange name. Never heard that one before," she said.

A rather pleased looking smile went across his face. "I know," he replied.

I'm sorry that this part was mostly dialogue. But I had to get some things out there. I know I wasn't overly descriptive in this chapter but remember, it was just a memory. Things will pick up soon. For once I've actually planned out, well mentally, what I want to have happen. Well review to tell me what you think!