This is my FIRST fan fiction entry! Aren't you all proud of me! I bet you are. Especially Nat and Julia and Maddy/ie and such. Sorry it's sort of short! Okay, now that I've been all happy, I can write!
It was a dark night on which Tom Riddle was born. His mother cried out in pain and misery as he emerged, and, according to witnesses, his mothers last uttered words were him name: Tom Riddle.
He was sent to the town orphanage, and by the first year of his life there, he was known as some sort of an outcast. Strange things happened to him and to people that he didn't like. When he was screaming for a sweetie or a toy somebody had taken away, suddenly he would stop and disappear, soon to be found, quite strangely on the high shelf on which the sweets were kept that even the cooks had to use a step ladder to get at. Or if some small child snatched a teddy bear out of his hand, the thief would suddenly begin to scream for his hand would have a gash across it. Things had always been like this. And then one day, a bespectacled man with a long white beard and robes, who was quite tall, came to the door, asking for a mister Tom Riddle….