Hey Guys! :) This is one my first fanfictions, so please, GO EASY on me! :] I always liked Tom Riddle as a kid, and the thought of him using his powers on the other kids intrigued me. Enjoy!

**I do not own Harry Potter, or any of these characters**

I had always known that I was special –always. I wasn't like the others at the orphanage. I was different…somehow…more important. I mean, I had always known that I was born for greatness, despite the fact I was a poor orphan, living at the pathetic Stockwell Orphanage. The children here…they were insignificant compared to me. Fat blubbering Billy, "adorable" Amy, pestering Dennis, and smart mouthed Eric. Hah! They were the silliest bunch of children I've ever met, and it made me sick to think that I was forced to live with them.

But I was glad that if I was to endure the suffocatingly dull orphanage, at least there would be others there to acknowledge my power over them, for I wasn't like the other orphans. There was never one time in my life where I had burst into tears, or cried out in pain. No one had ever seen me show any type of "normal" child emotions, and I was proud of that. At a very young age, I learned that to show emotions was to betray your weaknesses, and therefore allow yourself to be controlled by others. I never spoke up loudly among the others, but I listened quietly, prying into the other children's secrets, learning their fears and flaws.

The kids were foolish and weak. Such easy prey. Poor little Amy, she would always whimper in fear whenever she caught sight of an oh so terrifying spider. Billy would always rant loudly about how he never got enough food, or enough blankets for the night.

I never spoke unless I knew there was a way to manipulate someone, or to get what I wanted. I was noted by dear Mrs. Cole as an odd, but handsome quiet young boy. But I had some type of special power…something that no one knew about. I barely understood it too, but somehow, I could force people to do things I wanted. I always understood how to manipulate people and their desires, and I was more intelligent. But best of all, I could cause the other orphans to feel intense pain…and I relished it.

"Tom, Could you please help me with this?" said Amy, widening her brown eyes, "I'm trying to read Tom Sawyer, but I don't really understand this part of the book."

She giggled, scrunching up her silly little nose, "You two have the same names."

I clenched my fists. It annoyed me to no end at having to hear my insufferable name, Tom; but what annoyed me even more was having it pointed out again and again that my name was one of the most common names ever. Why, for Pete's sake, was it amusing to the girl, that we shared the same intolerable name?

"If you truly don't understand something so utterly simple as Tom Sawyer, then put the book away, and try reading another child's book," I hissed through my teeth, while not turning away from my own book. I could see out of the corner of my eye, Amy's hurt and surprised face. I was a bit startled myself, for usually I didn't let her pestering voice affect me at all.

It was so silly for her to be hurt by the truth that I almost laughed out loud. But then the ridiculous girl, whom I barely spoke to, put her chubby fingers on me, and tugged on my shirt.

"But please, Tom? I really don't get this, and you're the only one smart enough -"

I hardened at the child's touch, and my head snapped towards her.

"Don't touch me," I snarled, as I recoiled from her touch, as if burned by an iron.

The other boys reading turned towards us, a bit awed that I would be so cold and harsh to Amy, for she was the cute golden little girl who was loved by everyone, and surprised that I actually showed any emotion. While Amy was whispering wildly with Dennis, I could sense Eric Whalley's immediate anger, and braced myself for a fight.

"Now listen here -," snapped Eric, as he stalked over to me, "You don't hurt our Amy like that, got it Tom? She just asked for your help, and why do you act so cold to us?"

Dennis narrowed her eyes at me, "Yeah, Tom. You're always so quiet, and you never laugh with us, or play with us. What's wrong with you?"

"Hah! He just thinks he's better than us, because he's a little older than us, besides Eric," Billy sneered.

I sat there silently, my dark eyes trained on Eric's. Then Mrs. Cole's head popped in the door.

"Ok, dinner time! We're having pasta tonight," said she, smiling a bit wearily at the kids.

A chorus of "YAY"s were heard from the kids, as they quickly forgot their argument with me, and raced towards the kitchen. I didn't move an inch from my chair, and neither did Eric.

Soon we were alone, and we sat still for another few moments, the tension in the air between was obvious. I had never spoken much to the kids before today, but I had recently decided that I wanted to take control: one by one.

"Tom, what's your freakin' problem, because it's really –" started Eric furiously.

" –my problem is that I'm stuck with a bunch of nitwits like you," I responded coolly, letting the mask fall from my face, revealing an amused cold expression.

I strode over to Eric's chair, as he defiantly stared back at me. Circling him, I said softly, "You think you're so big and tough, don't you? You believe that you are strong enough to take care of the …family… and that you can…protect those kids, don't you, Whalley? Oh yes, a dyslexic skinny orphan who cries softly into his pillow every night, wishing desperately for…who was it?" My face twisted into a cruel smile. "Oh yes. Mummy. Right, you're the best man for the job, aren't you?"

I could see a dark flush creeping up his scrawny neck, as Eric's breathing grew heavier with anger.

"But why do you bother anyways? Billy's a fat-ass, Dennis is a nosy prick, and Amy is just an insolent suck-up," I drawled, amused. I turned around on my heels, as I was leaving, and Eric was on his feet instantly, and raised his arms to strike me. I could see he was livid, his lips quivering furiously, and his body bristling.

I felt a sharp blow on my head, but I ignored the pain completely. My dark eyes snapped dangerously onto Eric, and my fists were clenched extremely tightly.

I gave a low snarl of rage, from the back of my throat, and hissed, "You'll regret that, Whalley"

And suddenly, the boy was punched back with an immense …invisible force. It was as if the air was a solid brick wall that he had just slammed into. Eric landed on his arm with a loud moan. He was forced back so severely, that I could hear his bones snap in his arm, and I saw how Eric's face grimaced in pain, as pathetic tears sprang to his eyes.

Taking a confident step closer to the moaning boy as he cradled his broken arm, I marveled over my power…at what I had just done to him. I had a special talent, for I was different then Eric, and any other child. I could do things to people…and this was one of them.

Eric's watery eyes burned into mine. I let loose a wicked grin, leaned over, and whispered, "You see, Eric? Do you see what I can do?"

He grimaced as he shifted his arm.

My eyes flashed triumphantly, and I breathed, "I can hurt you, Eric. I can make you hurt more than ever, so you see? I am stronger that you. I will always be superior to you, wretched child."

Eric seemed mesmerized by my words, in an awed, but fearful way. He swallowed, and murmured, "How did you do that, Riddle?"

A cold laugh escaped from my throat, and I sneered, "I told you, Whalley. I have talents that you can't even imagine, and I can control you, for you are weak, and I am powerful."

His eye narrowed, and he spat, "No. You're just a freak. You don't belong with us."

I growled in fury, and kicked the boy harshly in the ribs. Then, in a flash, I found myself clutching the boy's neck. I could barely see, for my rage was blinding me. Eric gave an astonished whimper in fear, and my mouth curled into a sneer.

"You will never speak to me like that again. You are weak, sick, and stupid. You are nothing compared to me."

Eric gave a frantic moan, as I tightened my grip around his neck.

I lowered my mouth to his ear, and purred, "I could kill you, you know. I could kill you, right now."

His eyes were practically bugging out of his sockets in fear. I laughed, and let go of the boy. For a few moments, Eric lay there, writhing in horror at what had just happened, and catching his breath.

I stood there with a satisfied gleam in my eye, for I knew that I had won. I had complete control over this insolent boy, and he would always fear me, and never disobey me.

"Well, this was a fun little chit-chat, but I really must be going to dinner," I smiled jeeringly, "But…don't you think I should have…a little something…let's say souvenir to remember this by?"

Eric glanced up, with terror etched in his face. He nodded quickly, tears of shame and fear burning in his eyes, and held his broken arm.

I chuckled, musingly, and strode over to his bunk, taking his yo-yo, which I knew was his favorite toy.

"You may go, Whalley," I said to him, "But remember. Your broken arm occurred when you foolishly leapt from your bunk bed, and fell on your arm."

"Yes…Riddle," Eric spluttered.

I composed a cool expression as we walked out the door, to the kitchen where we could hear the other children laughing and enjoying their pasta.

Ah, there you go! Again, I'm a newbie, so go easy on me. But at the same time, constructive criticism wouldn't hurt either! Hahaha. REVIEW please!

Btw, I'm trying to decided if this is going to be a one-shot, or if I'm gonna write more chapters on Tom Riddle taking control of the other orphans, and stealing their stuff. What should I do? REVIEW.

And Happy Christmas Eve! :) Have a great Holiday!