Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Dumbledore was wrong, Lord Voldemort's heart was never really made of stone. Before he made the horcruxes he saw a young girl, her black hair was pulled into pig tails on the side of her head, and ugly glasses, but it was what was hidden behind the glasses that made Riddle stop and stare. Her eyes, as violet as amethysts, were what entranced him. The girls name was Myrtle. She died two days after, by the basilisk he released.
A/N: This was a random thing that I had in my head, it's a sort of drabble and not really thought out, but I hope you liked it any way.