Tom Riddle and the Death Lord
In the town of Little Hangleton, Morvolo Gaunt woke up in his scrungy little bed. He hated this house and the squalor he lived in. He missed the housework his daughter did. He and his son however never did talk about the dirty little blood traitor. She had left them both to bewitch a rich and talented muggle, and that was after she was accepted to that stupid school. If anything Morvolo and Morphin were both jealos of Merope, because Hogwarts had picked her over them. Then she went and bewitched a muggle and had a child by him. If Morphin hadn't of been released with Morvolo, he would have died. He realy missed. He turned over and fell back asleep.
Outside on a country road that curved on the house, a rat scuttled along waiting for someone. The rat chewed on some garbage and scuttled some more. He scuttled around again and sat still. He sensed something in the air.
On the other side of the road a man appeared. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore. Albus Dumbledore walked toward the rat and smiled. "I shoul have known." He then sat down near the hedge and said, "I would expect you to be here, Peter."
The rat looked up at Dumbledore and turned into a small wateried eyed man. "What are you doing here, Minister." Peter said.
"I come to take Tom to his grandfather and uncle's" Albus said.
"But what about Merope and Tom Sn." Peter said.
"Surely you have heared the rumors or truth I should say." Albus said
"So, it's true, they're dead." Peter said.
Dumbledore nodded.
"Oh no, You mean that the Death Lord killed them. He also tried to kill Tom but couldn't" Peter said
Dumbledore nodded. "The good news is that the curse he tried to kill Tom with rebounded upon him. His body is lying in the mourge at St. Mungoes." Dumbledore said
"He's dead. But how, he was master of death." Peter said
"Death seemed to have caught up with him, he didn't wear the cloak when he went to kill the Riddles so Death found him." Dumbledore said.
"So he's gone." Peter said smiling.
Dumbledore didn't smile but looked grave. "I didn't say that. He might be dead, but he isn't gone, I have a hunch that Death will spit him out sooner or later."
"But why" Peter said losing his smile.
"Death is Harry's best friend, Harry has given Death many gifts. If I am correct, it seems that Death and Harry were both slighted in this, so Death will send Harry back in time" Dumbledore said
"Stop saying his name" Peter said.
"You surprise me Peter, You seem to like naming him the Death Lord but you shudder at his real name. I think it is stupid and I have been telling people to call him by his real name, Harry Potter."
"The reason for that is I don't want people to know I once held him as a baby, laughed with him, joked with him, I shudder when I think what he has become." Peter said sadly.
"The one thing I will give Harry is that he rallied for mugleborns and halfbloods. His army was made up of them and house elves, centaurs, goblins, and muggles too. If it hadn't of been for Tom, Harry Potter would have rul;ed the world by friendship." Dumbledore said smiling.
"Friendship, he killed millions of people." Peter said.
"Yet, that's it Peter, He killed. He didn't torture or maim, he took no survivors and left no sorrow." Dumbledore said.
Peter wanting to get off this subjsect asked, "Where's Tom anyway."
"Hagrids bringing him." Dumbledore said.
"Your off your rocker old man, only a crazy person would give a half giant a job like this." Peter said.
Suddenly they heard a huge roar and a bright red dragon fell out of the sky with a giant of a man on his back. The giant was holding a bundle in his arm.
The draon landed and let Hagrid off. Hagrid slid off and then looked with pride at the dragon. "Beau'ty ain't it. Charlie Weasly lent it ter me." Hagrid patted the dragon on the head and walked over to Albus Dumbledore. "I got Tom, minister." He said showing the Minister and the Headmaster the bundle of blankets. Inside was a baby boy fast alseep. He had black hair and blue eyes. On his forehead was a slanted cut.
"So, that's where?" Inquired Peter,
"Yes, my esteemed headmaster, He'll have that scar forever. It is a wonder it dosen't look like Harry's." Dumbldore said.
"I fogot minister, who gave Harry his scar then." Hagrid said.
"I did, I'm the only person to scar Harry Potter, the Death Lord and live." Dumbledore said smiling.
"Well let's get this over with." Peter said.
Hagrid sniffled as he laid Tom down on the doorstep of the Gaunt shak. Hagrid cried.
"There there Hagrid, it isn't all bad." Dumbledore said.
"Oh well, I got ter go, got to get Charlie his dragon back. Evening, headmaster, minister." Hagrid left on the dragon.
Peter said goodbye and disaperated to Hogsmede. Dumbledore apperated to St. Mungoes and looked at the body of Harry Potter the infamous Death Lord. He apperated back to Little Hangleton and looked at the bundle. "Good luck Tom" He said
Across Great Britian, wizards, witches, and muggles were lifting their glasses up, "To Tom Riddle, the boy who lived."
