SEVEN
Seven. Seven years old he had been when he learned to hate love. When he saw the true identity of love and what it truly is. Suffering. Pain.
Nobody ever wondered where Lord Voldemort got his disgust for love. Did they think it was the thirst for power? Did they think he was born with it? But no. The disgust and hatred towards love isn't anything that you can be born with. It's something that's taught. It must be taught by another human or by life itself.
Tom Riddle grew up in an orphanage. Without any parent – or something that could replace a parent. Still he didn't grow up with only himself to ask, but with a two years older girl, which became more like a parent than anything else in Tom's life. She was a child. She was as reckless as Tom and couldn't take care of him, but from his birth she was there to answer his questions. Whether it was things she made up or actual fact didn't matter. She was there when he needed someone and became the only important person in his life.
Thought Tom had got his father's looks, his extremely handsome face, he had got his mother's strength to love unconditionally and whole-hearted. His affection to this girl was so big that he could feel it from the age of three. No one ever got near Tom, emotionally, except of this girl and never he did anything for anybody else. All his love he laid to satisfy this girl, to keep her with him and to never let go of her. From the age of three he did his best to do everything that would make her happy – for that is real love. To become fully satisfied when the one you love are happy.
For four years he kept her on his side and a close bond had bent them together.
But around the time when Tom would turn seven years things took another turn. For now the other thing Tom had inherited from his mother showed. Suddenly accidents started o happen around him. Accidents to the people he didn't like. Whenever something was irritating him he found ways to solve the problem.
Once all the orphans were walking down to a playing ground. On the way the girl spotted an unusually beautiful flower, in somebody's garden. She showed it to Tom and in a moment the flower broke free from the ground and came, soaring against them. The girl, too terrified to take the flower, only stared at it when Tom caught it. Without a word he gave it to her as he looked into her eyes with a smile on his face. But the look he got back was scared and filled of disgust.
"How…" she whispered, "Can't you just be normal!" she said then with an angry voice, hiding the scared inside.
"Normal", Tom thought, "Normal, what's the point of being normal. It will make you one with the rest of the humans in the world!"
The same day the girl died when she got a seesaw in her head.