This is my first HP fic and I'm really excited so please read and review. I didn't think they expanded on Riddle's past enough in the films and I wanted to change that. I don't own anything except Lucy.
Harry walked into Dumbledore's office, eager to discover more about Tom Riddle's past. Dumbledore stood as Harry entered and smiled at him.
"So, last lesson we discovered the origins of Voldemort's family, and how he came to be in this world. Tonight I would like to show you the time I first met him, over 60 years ago. He was born in a muggle orphanage, on a cold winter's night along with his sister." Harry snapped out of his trance and stared at Dumbledore, unable to be sure whether he heard correctly.
"Sir?" He asked "Did I hear you correctly? Did you say that Voldemort has a sister?" Dumbledore smiled and nodded.
"Nice to know you are listening, Harry. Yes, I did. Voldemort had an older twin sister called Lucy. And they were as different as chalk and cheese. Where Tom was cruel, Lucy was kind. Where Tom saw resentment, Lucy saw acceptance. And where Tom saw hatred, Lucy saw only love." Harry opened his mouth to speak but Dumbledore hushed him.
"First, let me take you inside my memory. Then I will gladly answer any questions you may have." Dumbledore picked a memory and poured it into the penseive. Harry leaned forward, and was sucked into the bowl.
As Dumbledore walked down the grotty street towards Wool's Orphanage he was blissfully unaware of the horror that lay within. But he was also unaware of the hope that would accompany it. His plum suit flapped in the gentle breeze, and as he approached the wrought iron gates he heard children laughing, and he smiled to himself.
After introducing himself to Mrs Cole and bewitching her to think he was supposed to be there (although this was not difficult as she seemed so drunk she may topple over at any moment), Dumbledore was taken to room 27, which was where Tom Marvolo Riddle currently resided. Tom was lounging on his bed reading a book, and glared at Dumbledore as he entered the boy's room.
"I'll be back in a moment" Mrs Cole slurred and she wobbled out of the room. Tom put down his book and studied Dumbledore, unsure what to make of him. Tom was tall for an 11 year old, dark haired and pale. Dumbledore heard Mrs Cole staggering up the stairs and light footsteps following her. She appeared and the doorway and mumbled,
"Here's the other one" and pushed a young girl through the doorway. She too was tall, with pale skin and dark curly hair that someone had tried to tame by putting it into plaits. But her dark eyes were full of light and wonder at this strange man sitting in her room and her cheeks were rosy from playing outside.
"Nice to meet you" the girl announced, thrusting her hand towards Dumbledore, "My name is Lucy Merope Riddle and I'm 11 years old." The girl shoke Dumbledore's hand and beamed at him. "This is my brother, Tom" The girl informed Dumbledore, who had taken a liking to this extraordinary little girl, "He's my twin, but I'm older than him by two minutes" she lowered her voice and whispered, "He's really grumpy too." The girl giggled and Tom scowled at her.
Dumbledore explained that he was a professor at a school that he would like them to attend, and whilst Lucy's face lit up with excitement, Tom's was contorted with rage.
"A professor?" Tom cried jumping off his bed, "Yeah right, you're from the hospital aren't you? Well I'm not crazy whatever anyone says!" Dumbledore remained perfectly calm and stated that he was not from the hospital, but was a wizard, and that they were both wizards too. Lucy absorbed this information wide-eyed, but Tom was not fooled that easily.
"Prove it!" He sneered at Dumbledore. And Dumbledore performed a simple freeze-flame spell on their wardrobe, where it burst into flames, but there was not a scorch mark anywhere. Dumbledore handed them their letters, and a bit of money, and asked if they needed any help finding their way. Lucy opened her mouth, but Tom quickly cut her off,
"No" He almost shouted at Dumbledore, "I mean, no sir, we can find our perfectly well if you will give us directions." Dumbledore nodded and gave Tom directions whilst Lucy listened intently. When he has finished he rose from his chair, bid them farewell and left.
