Bomb
It was September 1st, 1941. Tom Riddle stomped into the big railway station. He carefully maneuvered his cart around the other travelers on the platform. There weren't many, and most of them were children going to the country so that they would be safe from the bobs that were constantly falling down on England's big cities.
A sound pierced the air and Tom jumped. It was the harsh up and down sound of the air raid siren. A woman was taking all the kids into the moderately safer station.
She grabbed onto Tom Riddle's arm.
"Boy, come inside the station!" she said. "And leave your cart out here. No one will steal it. Not at the risks of their lives."
Tom went inside, but stayed close to the door. He heard the metallic boom of a missile landing close to him. He waited for the loud sound of the 'all-clear' signal to come and before it had even stopped, rushed outside.
That was when he saw the dead body. It was of an old woman dressed in a blue print dress. She had obviously been trying to get into the station with her cart.
"It was those Muggles," Tom told himself. "Only Muggles would kill another person. They do everything bad. Not one of them is good. The world needs to be rid of them!"
Tom Riddle had decided something and nothing would ever change his mind again.
A/N: Bombs kill, or at least their shrapnel does. It doesn't matter what you have defending you.
