A/N: Hi there! Wow, so this is what it's like to be a first time writer... Alright! Let's Go!
Of course, I own none of the original Harry Potter characters.
Prologue
It was a frighteningly cold London night and the chilly air nipped at the meagrely clad witch. The New Year was just around the corner and she was already many hours into labour. She had combed the area in search of an orphanage, knowing that she could not take care of her child on her own.
Her Muggle husband had left her, even after hearing that she was with child. It had been a one sided love affair. The witch had bewitched the man from the beginning. Having a knavish relationship with the spellbound Muggle proved to be more than unfufilling in her opinion. But, after freeing him from his enchantment, her dear husband fled, not caring one bit about the impending arrival of his offspring. His departure threw the witch into a deep depression. She did not wish to live, especially with a baby that would be a constant reminder of the man that left.
The witch eventually came to a quaint little orphanage by the name of Wool's Orphanage. She didn't care that it was a muggle orphanage, as long as they would take her child.
"It will be fine here", she muttered hoarsely.
She stumbled up the stairs as she reached for the door. With her strength ebbing away, she desperately pounded on the large doors. Quick footsteps approached and the door swung open. A Muggle woman only a few years older than the witch gasped at the sight of the young witch, who was about ready to have her baby on the front steps.
"Help me…please."
The woman hurriedly ushered the witch inside and prepared her for delivery. Within an hour, the cries of a baby boy filled the building. The witch looked at the child in her arms for a long time.
"You look just like you father, little Tom", she whispered.
"Is that the baby's name, miss?" the woman asked as she re-entered the room after cleaning up.
"Yes, his name is Tom…Tom Marvolo Riddle."
The young witch handed Tom to the woman so she could get him settled in his room. She was left alone in the room to reflect on what had just taken place. He was a beautiful baby. Thank Merlin, he looked just like his father. Her lower than standard mug on a boy would be cruel, she mused. She thought about her previous intentions. She wanted to give birth to the child, then let the depression take her. Without her husband, life did not seem worth living. But, after giving birth, she felt liberated from her sorrows. Without the child as a constant reminder of what was, she realized she could start anew.
She pulled out her wand and made a slashing motion at her forearm and began to bleed profusely. She let her blood create a stain on the bed and created a trail leading to the window. Then, she spied an inkwell. She poured the ink on the windowsill and transfigured it to change the colour from black to a dark red to match the other blood stains. When she was finished, the witch muttered a spell to heal the gash on her forearm. Finally, she opened the window to add the last touch to the disturbing scene. After admiring the view, she looked back at the door that the woman exited from.
"I am truly sorry, Tom. But, things will be better this way. You be a good boy for mummy, ok?"
And with that, the witch apparated without a trace.