A/N: I'm having trouble with my e-mail right now so this has not been sent to my beta reader. I apologize ahead of time for any mistakes I've made.
Disclaimer: OK, Tom Riddle belongs to J.K. Rowling, the title is not mine either (I'm not sure who that belongs to), and everything else belongs to me. Although the basic plot (Voldemort when he was young) is not exactly unique. However, this particular version of that plot belongs to me.
Prologue
Miss Hathlewort's House for Orphans
At age sixty, Miss Hathelwort was a rather plump and petite woman. She had fly-away hair and rather nice as long as everyone followed the rules. It was, however, commonly said that Miss Hathelwort spied on each child during chores and wrote down the chore that he or she disliked to do the most. Then, when that child misbehaved, she would consult her list and, for punishment, assign the child their most hated task. It was for this reason that everyone in the orphanage called her a witch.
Everyone except one that is. There was one strange boy around the age of ten or eleven, none of the children knew exactly, who had been their since he was a baby. Or so it was said. Most of the children whispered that he was really Miss Hathelwort's child only was illegitimate so she kept him as one of her orphans.
Despite these rumors, this orphan in no way resembled Miss Hathelwort. He had jet-black hair, was a little tall for his rumored age. He had brown eyes that seemed to glow in the dark. In fact, his whole appearance emphasized the fact that the boy was different.
There were a few, though that were attracted to his strangeness. These people became his friends and were said to be bewitched. There was even a chant that was typically used to describe his friends.
"Bewitched by the witch-boy! Bewitched by the witch-boy!" they'd chant whenever the witch-boy, as the children called him, and his friends would walk by. They were scared of the so-called witch-boy though, and made sure not to make him to angry. For when he got angry, glass seemed to shatter on its own and doors seemed to be slammed shut by imaginary winds.
And so our story begins.
A/N: I always make my chapters short don't I? Well, the next one is a bit longer. It's actually two pages! Anyway, I'm going to try to work on writing longer chapters/stories. In the meantime though, you'll have to deal with my (so far) three page story. Don't forget to review!