Prologue
Tom Riddle felt alone as he traveled through the hustle of the train station. He withdrew from his pants pocket a small note with a scribble of words that Dumble-whatever had left him. He read it carefully. Go to Platform 9. Run between platforms nine and ten. Tom Riddle scrunched his brow yet again. He had been studying this note for the past few weeks and it still did not make sense. As he approached Platform 9, he stopped. What am I doing? He thought. Wasn't it odd enough that some man, Rumblescort or whatever, had appeared and now he wanted him to run between some random platforms at a train station? This is mad was Riddle's last thought before he ran, cart first, into Platform 10.