Tom Marvolo Riddle was a handsome young boy, since the untimely death of his mother he had been risen in an orphanage.

He had finally been allowed to mingle with the rest of the children after spending two days away from them since the incident. He didn't feel remorse for it. The boy deserved it, he shouldn't have provoked him, it was his own fault he nearly died.

Tom wasn't really sure what had happened, all he wanted was the boy to shut up and leave him alone, he though of the boy dying. He never acted upon it. But then the boy couldn't breathe. The other children said they saw Tom strangle the boy and wrestle him to the floor. So he had been punished.

He hated this place, the orphanage was cold and horrible, to him anyway and no one here understood him! He wished he could run away and never come back, but he knew better than to run away when he had nowhere else to go.

The weather was terrible today, the way he liked it; it was cold with a light shower that you could only just tell it was raining. He was sitting by a low wall, away from the others, he liked that too.

He had his legs crossed and his hand was wrapped around a small rock. In his mind he was making fun of the kids, one was really tall and fat, one had a giant nose, one girl was just fat and ugly and should go away. No one was good enough to know him. He raised his arm, ready to throw the rock when he heard someone say something behind him.

'I wish you'd move. Insolent humans …' said the voice, it was low and crackly. Tom looked at his surroundings but could see no one, he heard something hissing behind him and he turned to be met with a small, deep green snake.

He didn't know why he did it, he just did. 'Are you talking to me?' Tom asked the snake.

'Yesssss …' it replied.

'Well you could've asked nicer!' snapped Tom, he dropped the rock and grabbed the snake firmly, raising it to eyelevel.

'No one would move, if I did …'

'I might.' said Tom, tightening his grip.

'You don't seem surprissssed to be speaking with a sssnake … have you done thissss before?' it inquired.

'No.' It was true, he hadn't … but that didn't matter.

'You're an eeevil little thiiing …'

'What?'

'Evil … but powerful …' whispered the snake.

Tom had no idea what was going on, this was new, but he liked it. He placed the snake onto the grass in front of him and asked, 'Will you come back to see me?'

'What are you doing?' the fat and ugly girl interrupted before the snake could reply, she had been listening in. 'You can't talk to animals you know.'

'I can.' said Tom blatantly. He looked at her as is she was a piece of animal feces on the bottom of his shoe.

'No, all you're doing is hissing like one.' said the girl in a playful, menacing tone. 'Like a stupid little boy.' she added, climbing over the wall and standing before him.

'Shut up!' Tom shouted, getting to his feet so he was level to the girl. 'Get her! Get her! Get her!' he told the sake, the look of pure confusion and bewilderment on the girls face made him smile.

Before he knew it the snake had latched onto the end of her nose, digging his fangs deeper and deeper. She screamed as they pierced her skin, she was able to get the snake off of her and run away.

Tom's eyes seemed to be burning with amusement. A smile of only malice and evil was spread across his handsome face, making him seem older than he really was.

'Powerful, eeevil little boy …' he heard the snake mumbling as he slithered away.

Tom didn't care if he would be punished for this. He liked snakes now, he hoped more would find him, he liked talking to them.

Them whispering things in his ears …