The odds of me ever finishing this story is quite low (not for lack of interest, but because I don't have enough plot ideas) but I realized I had a few more chapters written that I hadn't uploaded. So, here it is:
The Baudelaires couldn't stay in the Dursley's house forever. Soon, Mr. Dursley drove them along the cobbled streets to live with the man who would be their new guardian. His name was Count Riddle, and he was an actor.
The Baudelaire orphans got out of Mr. Dursley's car. The house in front of them was small, with flowers sitting in window boxes and garden-gnomes in the lawn. A man was standing in the doorway, holding a screwdriver.
"Are you the new children, then?" he asked with a smile, shaking their hands.
"Yes sir," Harry answered. "I'm Harry, and this is Hermione and Ron."
"Nice to meet you," Hermione said, and looked around. She felt already that this house would be much pleasanter to live in than the Dursley's.
"I'm Justice Weasley," said the man.
"That's a strange first name," Ron said.
The man smiled. "It's not my name, it's my title—I'm a Justice in the Supreme Court."
"How interesting," Hermione commented.
"Do you live with Count Riddle?" Harry asked.
"Live with him?" Justice Weasley shook his head. "No—in fact I don't even know him that well. He's my neighbour."
The Baudelaires looked in the direction Justice Weasley had indicated. The next house over was tall and made of stone. It looked like it had been built by a drunken giant, and it had a tall, shaky looking tower coming out of the roof. The shades were drawn low over all the windows, as if to keep out prying eyes.
"Oh," Harry said.
Mr. Dursley led the way to the house and rapped sharply on the door. In the middle, right around the peephole, was carved an image of an eye.
Very soon the door opened, and the Baudelaires caught their first sight of Count Riddle.
He was very tall, and very thin, and he was wearing a robe. His face was thin, almost skeletal, and he looked faintly reptilian. He smiled. His eyes seemed to absorb light instead of reflecting it. He was not wearing any shoes or socks, and the Baudelaires could see, peeking out from under the hem of his robe, a tattoo of an eye on his ankle.
"Welcome," Count Riddle said, with cold voice. He looked past Mr. Dursley at the three Baudelaires. "Come inside."
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