It was 1st September, 1937 and it was calm night on Hogwarts grounds.
The new students walked up the moving staircases to the Great Hall so they can be sorted into their houses.
Tom Riddle, a young, dark-haired boy, and with striking blue, icy eyes stood there confused has never heard of the word 'sorting' before was confused but he always kept calm as he was a quiet boy. The other around him seemed to be excited and he heard strange names like: Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. He didn't ask as he was about to see for himself later on.
A short, chubby man came to a halt at the top of the stairs, just in front of the Hall's door, turned facing the students and spoke firmly.
"Now, when you go through these doors, the sorting hat will sort you into your Houses. These are Gryffindor, Ravencalw, Hufflepuff and Slytheirn. Once your sorted, your house will be like you new family.
Abide by the rules, you will earn house points. break the rules you will loose house points. At the end of each year the points will be summed up and the winner, with the most points, wins the House Cup."
Chattering once again begun and Tom was anxious to see in which House he is going to be put into. He hoped there weren't going to be cry babies or those children who report every single thing you do to the Head Professor. He was already spotting the once to looked vulnerable to him to bully after wards.
But Prof. Dumbledore told him, he'd keep an eye on him, he knew about the nasty things he used to do at the orphanage.
He shrugged at this thought and found himself standing in a isle between 2 tables on each side, filled with other students.
Professor Dipett asked for attention and called out the student one by one to the Sorting hat.
"Hufflepuff!", shouted this grey brownish old hat, that sat on their heads and spoke loudly.
"Gryffindor", he seemed like hes auctioning something.
The line became shorter and shorter and Riddle was the last one to stand in the middle of the isle.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle", called Prof. Dipett.
He took few nervous steps to the chair and sat quietly.
"Hmm, let's see... oh.. we do certainly are proud to meet you. Direct relative from Salazar Slytherin. We shall expect great things from you...SLYTHERIN", shouted the hat.
Tom had million questions in his mind. Salazar Slytheirn? Who is that suppose to be, i do not even know my family. He sat at the table and everyone was eager to meet him, but he seemed confused and look at them sternly, as he never was such a social boy.
"Is it true?", asked one dear boy, blonde hair and blue eyes.
Tom looked at him and the only words he could mutter were, "my mother was Gaunt".
This blonde boy and some other looked at him with open eyes.
"But she's dead now.", said Tom with a rather shallow tone.
"Oh, I'm sorry mate...I'm Avery... please to meet you.", Avery took his hand and shook it.
Tom gave a slight smirk but look away thinking.