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What a Riddle
By Pansy Parkinson
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"Hello Mr Ollivander! As you may already know, this is Tom Riddle. He'll be needing a wand from your shop, so while he's getting all measured up, I'll just go get his school books"
"Bye Mr Bucket"
Tom said.
Tom Riddle, as most of you readers already know,
was the name, "you know who" or more easily recognised as "Voldemort" used as a child.
He was always known as evil, and without a true heart,
but while Voldemort was still using the name Tom, he was still as friendly as you or myself.
Tom was soon to start at his new school Hogwarts and on this particular day,
was being taken by the school caretaker, Mr Bucket.
Normally, the guardians were the ones to take their children to Diagon Alley,
to purchase all of their up-coming school needs,
but Tom, unfortunately, like many others, lived in an orfanage,
so the only one who could take him was again, unfortunately, Mr Bucket.
"This is your first year at Hogwarts, correct?"
"Yes Mr Ollivander"
"Hold this please"
Mr Ollivander, had now just started to try out the wands with Tom,
but was proving to be fairly hard, as none of the wands so far seemed to have agreed with him.
"Try this one Mr Riddle"
"How will you know when you've found the right wand for me?"
"Quite simple process really. When you've got the appropriate wand, you'll know"
"Okay then"
Tom said with not much belief.
"How about you try one of my newer ones, just arrived yesterday. Here you go"
"Wow!"
Wow, infact, was the only way to describe it,
an incredible warmth filled out the whole of Tom's body,
right down to the very last toe, while blue, purple and silver sparks slid out of the wand.
"I told you, that you'd know!"
Tom stood staring at the wand in amazement for quite some time. Then...
Hello Tom, Mr Ollivander. Ready to go yet?
"Yes, Mr Bucket, I'm just waiting for my change"
"And here it is! Goodbye, have a nice day!"
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At Hogwarts
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"The Sorting, is about to take place, this tradition is to put you into one of four houses so when I inform you that you may come in, you will go in, one at a time, sit on the stool and place the hat on your head in this order-"
Names were called out, one by one, in alphabetical order, by the old Transfiguration teacher, Proffessor Dumbledore.
Proffessor Dumbledore, was one of those people who you could tell was wise and intellegent, just by looking at them.
He wore half moon round spectacles and allways carried a smile.
He had a short beard, which was going a dull grey colour, from aging.
This man, had somehow gained the respect of so many, by saying a simple sentence or two.
"Riddle, Tom!"
Tom, rather nervously walked up to the stool he was to sit on,
removed the hat from its stand, then sat down onto the stool and quickly placed the hat onto his head, which covered the whole of his face.
"Now, let me see.....deffinately not a Hufflepuff......nose is too small for Ravenclaw....that leaves Griffindor and Slytherin.......hmmm.....your heart's in the right place, but could easily change.....too easily...I think I'll make you a SLYTHERIN!"
Tom smiled, he had heard both good and bad things about this house on the train coming to Hogwarts, but had mainly only believed the good.
He quickly took off the sorting hat, put it on the stand once he had stood up, then went to join the other first years who all ready had become Slytherins.
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Tom quickly became accepted to his new house,
he also quickly accepted all of the bad habits of a Slytherin,
like making anyone in a different house feel like nothing whenever he had the chance. He particularly hated one boy in Griffindor,
he called himself Hagrid, always blubbering about one thing or another in Tom's mind.
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Just Before Potions One Day
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"Hagrid?, did you understand question two in our History Of Magic homework?"
Asked Murtle, a fellow Griffindor, which Tom happened to highly detest.
"Er?.........."
"Murtle, if it was as dull and as boring as you, who *would* understand it?"
Tom remarked. Murtle then ran off with a stream of tears trailing behind her.
"Why don't yeh just give her a break Riddle?"
"Somebody's got a girlfriend!"
Hagrid tried to hide his red cheeks, but by then, everybody had found out what was going on.
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"Today, and for the rest of this week, you will be learning about the types of snakes and frogs. You will be working in pairs,
to find out what kind of potions they are used in,
and soon, I will give you two specimens to a pair to work on"
"Sir?"
"Yes, Riddle?"
"Er...um, may I be excused from class, I think I'm going to....be sick...can I please go to the nurse?"
"I suppose so"
The truth was that Tom had nothing wrong with him.
The truth was that he couldn't be around the snakes in front of all the class. The truth was that he could speak parseltongue, the ability to speak to snakes. But another truth was that in the wizarding world,
parselmouths weren't usually accepted,
and Tom, who had found out that he happened to be one,
wasn't too anxious to let out his secret. So in a hurry, Tom looked for somewhere he could stay, where he could not easily be found untill his Potions class had been dismissed. He was in such a hurry, that he temporarily got lost, but soon found his way, and could hear something next to him, he looked nobody was there. He went further down the corridor, more noise, and then a loud wail.
"Oh, it must have just been stupid old Murtle"
He said aloud, hoping loud enough for Murtle to hear, he guessed that she had, seeing that her moaning and wailing volume seemed to have increased.
There was a slithering, against the walls, louder this time.
"Or maybe not"
He wispered to himself.
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This is my longest story I've ever written. Please read and Reveiw, I hardly ever get any! please sir, i want some more. Reveiws make people happy, I like being happy, can't you un-reveiwing people see, that you're taking the happiness away from meeeeee! Should there be a sequel- only your reveiws can help me make a decision.
Two requests- 1- READ AND REVEIW
2-GO YOU BIG RED FIRE ENGINE! (I got that saying off a show, and I love it!)
What a Riddle
By Pansy Parkinson
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"Hello Mr Ollivander! As you may already know, this is Tom Riddle. He'll be needing a wand from your shop, so while he's getting all measured up, I'll just go get his school books"
"Bye Mr Bucket"
Tom said.
Tom Riddle, as most of you readers already know,
was the name, "you know who" or more easily recognised as "Voldemort" used as a child.
He was always known as evil, and without a true heart,
but while Voldemort was still using the name Tom, he was still as friendly as you or myself.
Tom was soon to start at his new school Hogwarts and on this particular day,
was being taken by the school caretaker, Mr Bucket.
Normally, the guardians were the ones to take their children to Diagon Alley,
to purchase all of their up-coming school needs,
but Tom, unfortunately, like many others, lived in an orfanage,
so the only one who could take him was again, unfortunately, Mr Bucket.
"This is your first year at Hogwarts, correct?"
"Yes Mr Ollivander"
"Hold this please"
Mr Ollivander, had now just started to try out the wands with Tom,
but was proving to be fairly hard, as none of the wands so far seemed to have agreed with him.
"Try this one Mr Riddle"
"How will you know when you've found the right wand for me?"
"Quite simple process really. When you've got the appropriate wand, you'll know"
"Okay then"
Tom said with not much belief.
"How about you try one of my newer ones, just arrived yesterday. Here you go"
"Wow!"
Wow, infact, was the only way to describe it,
an incredible warmth filled out the whole of Tom's body,
right down to the very last toe, while blue, purple and silver sparks slid out of the wand.
"I told you, that you'd know!"
Tom stood staring at the wand in amazement for quite some time. Then...
Hello Tom, Mr Ollivander. Ready to go yet?
"Yes, Mr Bucket, I'm just waiting for my change"
"And here it is! Goodbye, have a nice day!"
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At Hogwarts
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"The Sorting, is about to take place, this tradition is to put you into one of four houses so when I inform you that you may come in, you will go in, one at a time, sit on the stool and place the hat on your head in this order-"
Names were called out, one by one, in alphabetical order, by the old Transfiguration teacher, Proffessor Dumbledore.
Proffessor Dumbledore, was one of those people who you could tell was wise and intellegent, just by looking at them.
He wore half moon round spectacles and allways carried a smile.
He had a short beard, which was going a dull grey colour, from aging.
This man, had somehow gained the respect of so many, by saying a simple sentence or two.
"Riddle, Tom!"
Tom, rather nervously walked up to the stool he was to sit on,
removed the hat from its stand, then sat down onto the stool and quickly placed the hat onto his head, which covered the whole of his face.
"Now, let me see.....deffinately not a Hufflepuff......nose is too small for Ravenclaw....that leaves Griffindor and Slytherin.......hmmm.....your heart's in the right place, but could easily change.....too easily...I think I'll make you a SLYTHERIN!"
Tom smiled, he had heard both good and bad things about this house on the train coming to Hogwarts, but had mainly only believed the good.
He quickly took off the sorting hat, put it on the stand once he had stood up, then went to join the other first years who all ready had become Slytherins.
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Tom quickly became accepted to his new house,
he also quickly accepted all of the bad habits of a Slytherin,
like making anyone in a different house feel like nothing whenever he had the chance. He particularly hated one boy in Griffindor,
he called himself Hagrid, always blubbering about one thing or another in Tom's mind.
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Just Before Potions One Day
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"Hagrid?, did you understand question two in our History Of Magic homework?"
Asked Murtle, a fellow Griffindor, which Tom happened to highly detest.
"Er?.........."
"Murtle, if it was as dull and as boring as you, who *would* understand it?"
Tom remarked. Murtle then ran off with a stream of tears trailing behind her.
"Why don't yeh just give her a break Riddle?"
"Somebody's got a girlfriend!"
Hagrid tried to hide his red cheeks, but by then, everybody had found out what was going on.
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"Today, and for the rest of this week, you will be learning about the types of snakes and frogs. You will be working in pairs,
to find out what kind of potions they are used in,
and soon, I will give you two specimens to a pair to work on"
"Sir?"
"Yes, Riddle?"
"Er...um, may I be excused from class, I think I'm going to....be sick...can I please go to the nurse?"
"I suppose so"
The truth was that Tom had nothing wrong with him.
The truth was that he couldn't be around the snakes in front of all the class. The truth was that he could speak parseltongue, the ability to speak to snakes. But another truth was that in the wizarding world,
parselmouths weren't usually accepted,
and Tom, who had found out that he happened to be one,
wasn't too anxious to let out his secret. So in a hurry, Tom looked for somewhere he could stay, where he could not easily be found untill his Potions class had been dismissed. He was in such a hurry, that he temporarily got lost, but soon found his way, and could hear something next to him, he looked nobody was there. He went further down the corridor, more noise, and then a loud wail.
"Oh, it must have just been stupid old Murtle"
He said aloud, hoping loud enough for Murtle to hear, he guessed that she had, seeing that her moaning and wailing volume seemed to have increased.
There was a slithering, against the walls, louder this time.
"Or maybe not"
He wispered to himself.
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This is my longest story I've ever written. Please read and Reveiw, I hardly ever get any! please sir, i want some more. Reveiws make people happy, I like being happy, can't you un-reveiwing people see, that you're taking the happiness away from meeeeee! Should there be a sequel- only your reveiws can help me make a decision.
Two requests- 1- READ AND REVEIW
2-GO YOU BIG RED FIRE ENGINE! (I got that saying off a show, and I love it!)