Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Merope Gaunt was in a massive amount of pain. The last thing she remembered, she was pulled off of the streets and into an orphanage, watching the New Year's fireworks show near London. She knew her child was coming soon. She wouldn't have to suffer much longer… She wouldn't have to sell her small amount of belongings for scraps. She was ready to claim her freedom. Her true freedom.
"Come on, girl! Push! You're almost there, dear!" came a shrill voice from the foot of the bed. And push, the poor witch did.
Finally, she felt a relief; a satisfied and euphoric feeling. "Congratulations. It's a boy!" The matron was holding her newborn child. Merope held out her hands, taking her child. "His name shall be Tom Marvolo Riddle. Tom, for his father, Marvolo for his grandfather. Riddle was his father's surname."
"I hope he looks like his papa," Merope smiled. She let out a soft sigh as she breastfed her child for the first and only time before handing her child over to the matron. Once the child had been removed from her arms, she closed her eyes to the world, leaving poor Tom Marvolo Riddle to be raised without a proper family. To be subjected to a childhood of loneliness and misery.
And this is how Tom Riddle came to live at St. Wool's Orphanage in London.
A/N:
So, this is my first multi-chapter fanfiction... and I have plans to make it a long one. At least 100 Chapters. This fanfiction is of how Tom Riddle grew and became Lord Voldemort; His Hogwarts years, his travels, the Wizarding Wars. This is through Tom's perspective. I am trying to write him as I see him; cold, cruel, and self-sufficient. As a human, he will of course have moments of decency and feelings. I have no intentions of giving Tom a pairing, so please do not ask. There will, however, be some 'smut' as well as triggers. Warnings for such triggers will be mentioned before each chapter.