Sometimes you want to be like everybody else, sometimes you wish you were more naïve, sometimes you wish it would all just stop so you wouldn't have to keep wishing.

Chapter 1

It was a cold bitter night. The wind howled and caused trees to bang against shuttered windows making the little children with in cry for their parents. The moon was bright and like a ghostly galleon when it slipped behind the clouds. It shed small rays upon the ground revealing a figure walking up the road towards the mysterious Riddle Manor that sat on the hill in Little Hangleton overlooking the old graveyard. The strange figure seemed to disappear at the gate, but then reappear on the steps of the house.

He did not raise a hand to knock, but waved his hand over the knob then entered. His foot steps were soft and a hood covered his features. He slipped through the house with out a sound and made his way towards the living room were sounds of laughter could be heard.

There were no servants, all of them having gone home, only the old gardener remained, but he was sleeping in his room.

He opened the door very softly and gazed into the room. There they were.

They sat talking and sipping tea chatting about the day.

He felt anger boil in his veins and a sadistic smirk trailed across his lips.

He opened the door all the way and stood there; the younger man saw him first and jumped to his feet. The other three turned.

"Whoever you are, you better get out before I call the police." Said the man his brown eyes dark and his black hair combed back.

The boy or man for he seemed to be both just smirked. He turned to the women.

"I'm disappointed mother, don't you remember me."

The women gasped and her hand covered her mouth while her eyes widened in horror. She gasped out a name.

"Tom."

Tom smiled. "So you do remember your son."

He turned to the elderly couple. "I don't think we've met though, grandparents." He then turned to the man. "And you must be my squib father, what a pleasure to finally meet you. You may not know it, but I have been looking forward to this day for many years."

Tom brandished his wand and pointed it at Tom SR.

"Tom NO!" Begged his mother.

"Your sympathy comes to late mother, you abandoned me, and you abandoned magic for this,.. this squib! You left me in an orphanage to rot!" He turned swiftly and shouted off a curse as the elder Riddle jumped at him.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"NO!" Screamed Merope.

Old Mrs. Riddle screamed and wailed, but ceased to make a sound after Tom silenced her with a cutting curse and she fell dead.

Tom then turned to his father, his grandmother's blood from her slit throat dripping down his own face.

Tom Sr. stared at him in horror too shocked to move a muscle.

"Crucio!" Tom Sr. fell to the ground screaming in agony and convulsing, Merope suddenly leaped to her feet and dashed out the door. Tom smiled and began to pursue her leaving his father on the ground choking to death on his own blood while he tried to scream.

Tom laughed and chased her, she wasn't too far ahead, but he was enjoying him self and was disappointed that it would end so soon.

She ran in to a room on the second floor and shut and locked the door.

Tom just smiled from outside the door.

"Oh mother, do you really think you can hide that easily." He swished his wand in an arching motion and the door burst in to pieces, he walked through the now empty doorway and was surprised to find his mother there waiting.

He raised his wand, then stopped, what was that sound.

Meropes eyes widened and she fell to her knees before a door.

"Please Tom, I know we deserved this, kill me, but spare him, he has done nothing, please Tom, not him!" She wailed.

Tom frowned and shoved her aside entering the room.

Inside it was a nursery decorated in light blues and yellows with toys of all sorts scattered about. In the middle of the room was a crib with a toddler inside who was standing while holding the side of the crib. It was a boy that much was clear from the blue footy pajamas, and he had curly black hair and green eyes identical to Tom's.

The toddler stared at him, before seeing something behind him that interested him more; he smiled and lifted up his arms.

"Ma ma!"

Tom turned, a shot ran through the house and Tom stumbled back a burning searing pain on the side of his head, he roared and shouted a curse.

"Reducto!"

Merope dropped the pistol her splattered remains marking the wall.

The toddler began to cry.

Tom muttered a curse and held a hand to his head, it had only been grazed, but it was bleeding.

He said a spell and the wound was bandaged, he heard sniffling and turned to the toddler who had now stopped crying. His eyes were bright and big still confused as to what was going on.

Tom stepped forward and was shocked when the babe raised his arms to be picked up. Tom gently lifted him from the crib and held him in his arms, they stared at each other for a moment before the child snuggled up to him and laid his head on Tom's shoulder.

Tom glanced around; he gently placed the toddler back in the crib. The baby didn't so much as flutter an eyelash. Tom stared him for a moment and raised his wand, then stopped and lowered it. He turned away from the crib and glanced down at what was left of his mothers dead body, quickly he levitated the remains down to the living room with the other bodies and then began to search the house for any valuables, he took everything and anything of value stowing it in a feather weight bottomless bag, any pictures he found of the baby he kept, but he burned the rest. While searching through the Riddle safe he found the birth certificate.

Alexander Riddle.

Well the child now had a name.

Tom left the nursery for last; he stared at the child for a few minutes before slowly starting to gather all of the things in the room in his bag except the crib. He then hesitantly, but gently gathered Alexander in his arms wrapping him in on of the warm comforters that lined the crib and then crept out of the house.

He glanced back at the house and made sure the door was left open before he disappeared after whispering a word and clutching a chain around his neck.

He appeared in the chamber of secrets underneath Hogwarts and removed all of the contents of his bag leaving only what had been in the nursery. He laid Alexander on the over stuffed chair by the fire place and pulled off his blood splattered cloak to reveal his Hogwarts uniform, he unwrapped the bandages around his head and went in to the bathroom to clean it and wash away the blood that spotted his face.

He had discovered that the chamber of secrets had many rooms, this was one of the three bedrooms, but was the master bedroom.

Tom took some potions from the medicine cabinet and downed them, the light wound on his head began to heal and all that was left was a light scab which he covered easily with his hair.

He left the bathroom to find Alex alert and sitting in the chair, Tom felt a smile tug at his usually strait lips. Alex smiled at him and raised his arms so Tom picked him up liking the feel trust that the child placed in him.

A light growl from Alex stomach let Tom know what the toddler wanted; he realized that it was most likely early morning. Thank Merlin it was a Saturday so no one in their right mind would be up at six.

Tom cast an invisibility charm on Alex, and it thankfully worked since he was still very small. Tom then took him by the hand which he had taken before he cast the spell and hugged Alex to him self apparating both of them up to the kitchens. A wonderful advantage to being an heir. He could apparate almost anywhere in the castle.

He ordered the house elves to bring him some breakfast and small slices of fresh fruit which was quickly brought to him. He placed the still invisible Alex in his lap and placed the plate of fruit in front of him, he found it slightly amusing to watch the food move in thin air for a moment then disappear.

The door suddenly opened and Tom took Alex hands holding them under the table with his own, he cursed in every language he knew when Professor Dumbledore came in.

Albus eyes widened upon seeing him then brightened.

"Tom, you're up very early this morning."

Tom nodded a cold mask of indifference having come over his features; he suddenly felt icy dread in his stomach. What if Alex spoke? It seemed as if fate decided to take a nasty twist at that moment.

Alex spoke.

RIDDLE

I have a tendency to delete my stories at odd times so be warned. I also rarely if ever update and have so far never finished a story so if any one wants to write a story with this plotline go right ahead, but let me know so I can read it.