February 1942
He tossed and turned in the early hours of a Saturday, Tom couldn't sleep peacefully. He was having ' the dream' again. Ever since he was sorted into Slytherin all he's been hearing is how important are heritage lines and about prestigious families, how those who run off and marry muggles, contaminating their own blood and disgraced the wizarding community. How muggleborns are to be ashamed of entering such a community without having any routes tracing back to a wizarding family.
Tom believed it, it's true, the muggles he'd known weren't the forgiving type. He was outcasted all his life and when finally a man with a long beared had brought him to this magical place he immediately felt home.
Although a certain dream had haunted him since arriving upon Hogwarts. It contained someone speaking parseltounge as himself, the sound of violence and a black haired young girl dying.
He couldn't understand the meaning of this dream and he dared to share it anyone.
Tom stood up in his bed in the Slytheirn dorm, sighing he slipped out of bed cautiously not to draw any unwanted attention, looking at the time it was too early for anyone to wake up.
He remembered that he had borrowed a book called ' Wizarding World Genealogy' for his history class that was on Monday. He always had a habit of reading the lesson material before the lesson if he knew what the chapter was going to be about. It made him feel secure that he's prepared. Tom always like being prepared, he doesn't like surprises as he always wants control.
He took the heavy, old from his trunk and sat back in bed.
Flicking his wand he illuminated it whit out a single mutter. He had always mastered non verbal magic.
Since he could speak to snakes, which he thought was something normal amongst those who are in Slytherin like him he decided to try an track down his family. All those years he didn't know where to start.
He found Salazar Slytherin's pages and read about his family tree and who married who and how the family changed names by years.
AS soon as he is about to give up his finger on the page had drifted onto the name ' Marvolo Gaunt' .
"Marvolo" he recited quietly. Given it was the same name as his second name he became even more hungry for answers.
It was decided. He should track down the Gaunt family. Finding the Gaunt family tree he noted that it had stopped till a girl called Merope and her brother Morfin. They didn't appear to have been married or had any children, perhaps they died with illness or were still too young.
Curiosity was biting him, he decided that after the annual exams in June, in the summer vacation days he will find out where they live.
Although he had to find some address, he had many pureblood friends but he dared to talk to anyone about what he was about to do.
So if Marvolo Gaunt was his descendant, where was the name Riddle? He thought. If his mother had died during birth, should she be a witch, she would've saved her life., so yes, it was his father to him to was a wizard.
Until June he had tried to find out where the Gaunt's live and it was through a dingy shop in Knockturn Alley he overheard somebody talking about how a wizards in little hangleton with the surname Gaunt had been confronted by the Ministry far too many times to be still running free.
So as he said goodbye to Platform 9 ¾ and set off for his orphanage. He loathed the place but this summer was different. This summer he had a mission to complete.
Getting information regarding his parents from Ms. Cole was something he never wishes to experience again as it was rather horrible the first time she tried to explain what had happen on 31st December.