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Chapter 6
Tom loved staying at the Leaky Cauldron.
It was only four Sickles a night, and he could do anything he wanted. The innkeeper and bartender Earl let him go into Diagon Alley too, but not into Muggle London; Tom didn't care though because it was better for him to learn as much as he could about the wizarding world before he went to Hogwarts.
A few weeks before the term was supposed to start, Tom was sitting at Flora Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, finishing up his banana mint ice cream cone, when a boy with pale hair and even paler eyes came over and sat next to him. He was an inch or two shorter than Tom.
"Hello," greeted the boy in a bored, drawling voice. "My name's Bennett Malfoy. What's yours?"
"Tom Riddle," Tom replied shaking Bennett's hand.
"Are you going to Hogwarts, too?" Bennett asked.
"Yes."
"I'm just here to get my things for school," Bennett said, "my mom's getting my books for me and my dad's getting me a telescope. Where are your parents?"
Tom flinched at hearing the question. He didn't enjoy the subject much.
"My dad left us when I was born, and my mom died," he said quickly.
Bennett gasped, "Your father left you?!" Then his voice soured. "Was he a Muggle?"
Tom's eyes narrowed as he replied. "Yes."
"Oh," Bennett said, "nasty things, those Muggles, don't you agree?"
He said the last part a bit accented, as if he wanted Tom to answer a certain way.
"With my whole heart."
. . .
After Bennett had left Diagon Alley with his parents, Tom had nothing to do other than to go back to the Leaky Cauldron, which still wasn't so bad.
Tom would stay up late into the night, studying his new schoolbooks.
He didn't understand 101 Magical Herbs and Fungi, but he almost finished A Magical History and Magical Theory.
If he kept learning at this rate, and maybe even faster once he got to Hogwarts, no one would stop him. And no one would.
Chapter 6
Tom loved staying at the Leaky Cauldron.
It was only four Sickles a night, and he could do anything he wanted. The innkeeper and bartender Earl let him go into Diagon Alley too, but not into Muggle London; Tom didn't care though because it was better for him to learn as much as he could about the wizarding world before he went to Hogwarts.
A few weeks before the term was supposed to start, Tom was sitting at Flora Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, finishing up his banana mint ice cream cone, when a boy with pale hair and even paler eyes came over and sat next to him. He was an inch or two shorter than Tom.
"Hello," greeted the boy in a bored, drawling voice. "My name's Bennett Malfoy. What's yours?"
"Tom Riddle," Tom replied shaking Bennett's hand.
"Are you going to Hogwarts, too?" Bennett asked.
"Yes."
"I'm just here to get my things for school," Bennett said, "my mom's getting my books for me and my dad's getting me a telescope. Where are your parents?"
Tom flinched at hearing the question. He didn't enjoy the subject much.
"My dad left us when I was born, and my mom died," he said quickly.
Bennett gasped, "Your father left you?!" Then his voice soured. "Was he a Muggle?"
Tom's eyes narrowed as he replied. "Yes."
"Oh," Bennett said, "nasty things, those Muggles, don't you agree?"
He said the last part a bit accented, as if he wanted Tom to answer a certain way.
"With my whole heart."
. . .
After Bennett had left Diagon Alley with his parents, Tom had nothing to do other than to go back to the Leaky Cauldron, which still wasn't so bad.
Tom would stay up late into the night, studying his new schoolbooks.
He didn't understand 101 Magical Herbs and Fungi, but he almost finished A Magical History and Magical Theory.
If he kept learning at this rate, and maybe even faster once he got to Hogwarts, no one would stop him. And no one would.
