Tom Marvolo Riddle was never an ugly child in fact he was quite the opposite. He actually had quite a lot of women wanting his affection and attention but he never granted them such pleasures simply because he didn't want to. He wanted to remain pure and true to himself and himself only. Until he met her.
At the time of his death
To put it quite simply he disintegrated. His body fell apart and looked like it was burning and tearing itself apart from the inside. When it had fallen into small chunks his body set on fire and all that remained of the mudblood purger, Lord Voldermort was a small pile of light grey ashes. As though the soul of Voldermort still remained on the Earth a mighty gust of wind engulfed the front courtyard of Hogwarts and collected the ashes only to scatter them over the surrounding mountain range.
It took years. Many arduous and terrifying years but death wasn't supposed to be easy. Lord Voldermort was supposed to be dead. On all accounts and by all witnesses' eyes he was dead. But what nobody noticed was that as the wind had engulfed the ashes, much like a phoenix, born was what some would call a ghost. Some would call it a mere entity or a spectre but what it truly was, was the bonafide soul of Lord Voldermort. According to every possible magical scholar on the planet this was not possible. The problem was that none of these scholars knew of the existence of Lord Voldermort's love. Voldermort had sworn to love no one but it was not possible for love is the thing that makes people human and beneath everything that is what Voldermort was. Human. It is impossible to destroy the pure roaring affection that someone has for another no matter who you are and Voldermort was no exception.
It was during the time of the Death Eaters recruitment that Tom met her. He had a particularly rough day reading the wrong signs from someone who turned out to be an Auror. He had made a lucky and close escape but all the same he was shaken. He wandered into the near empty wizard pub in Ireland. He carefully lowered himself onto the stool taking great with his rear end which had been the unfortunate recipient of stinging jinx and his buttocks now flowed all over the mushy bar stool. As he gazed into the depths of his fire whiskey wandering why an Auror would try to do something like that he heard a highly melodious voice come from behind the bar." Would you like a top up honey?"
Tom slowly lifted his head and gazed into the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. The deep glassy depths of her eyes just slowed him up and yet she wasn't looking directly at him. She was looking at just above his head. How could he have been so blind to think... Of course blind she didn't have glassy deep silver eyes she had cataracts. Hoping he still had a chance with her he enquired "Were you talking to me?"
"Why of course I was who else would I speak too" She replied with a wide sweep of her arm around the pub and as Tom looked around he found that the pub had emptied since he had entered and it was just himself and her remaining in the pub.