A/N: It may take a while for me to update but I promise I will. Please enjoy this slightly weird fic, I'll upload a one-shot that is connected to it very soon. I know this is really short, I just wanted a brief introduction; future chapters will be a lot longer.
Thank you to my lovely Betas midnightstar15 and kiwanisgirl.
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~ThyGreenThing~
Consigned To Oblivion
Prologue
At Wool's Orphanage, inside Room Twenty-Seven sat one sixteen year old boy. When you spared him a brief glance, he appeared just as normal as the other orphans whom he shared his home with. But when you took the time to really look at him, you would notice the cruel glint in his dark eyes and the slight, sadistic smirk that tugged at his lips whenever misfortune struck others. Everyone avoided him, they had good reasons for doing so. His name was the answer to nearly all of their questions.
Who had made Amy and Dennis lose their minds?
Who had stolen their belongings?
And who had killed Billy's rabbit?
It was him. He was very far from being an innocent child, he was a murderer: he stopped at nothing. He had the blood of Salazar Slytherin flowing through his veins, he had the ambition and the cunning, only these traits of his were even stronger in him than they had been in his ancestor.
Finding calm in the rare moment of solitude, he perched on the edge of his tiny bed, simply thinking things through: the Knights of Walpurgis had proved themselves to be more beneficial than he had first expected them to be, he had not yet found one who deserved to be disposed of. Next, he needed to find out more about horcruxes, his easiest option as his head of house, Professor Slughorn. And then, of course, came the task of making them.
The other children didn't know that he had magical blood: that he was a wizard, and not just any wizard either. He was Tom Marvolo Riddle.