Prologue

The storm outside roared as Mrs. Cole, the head matron of an orphanage in London, checked that each child was sound asleep. As she passed the small, dingy foyer she heard a slight knocking at the front door. Unsure if it was the storm or somebody in need of shelter, she slowly opened the door. There, she saw a girl around 17 years of age looking ragged and cold. She was pregnant, probably to go into labor within the hour. She ushered the young girl in and called for the resident doctor. After a speedy check, the doctor declared that the girl as deathly ill and that the child must be saved. When the child was born, the girl had just enough strength in her to grab Mrs. Cole by the wrist.

"Name him Tom….after his father and….. Marvolo after his grandfather" the girl said in a barely audible voice. With her last gasping breath she told them "His…last…name…is…to…be…Riddle." Within the passing seconds, she died. To the doctor's and Mrs. Cole's surprise, the baby started laughing when his mother passed away.

AN: Hey, guys. This is just the prologue. I've been sick lately, so its been tough getting stuff up, but I'm working on it. Thanks for being patient. Love you