The Rising of Lord Voldermort
Written by Crystal
Chapter 1
A bit of puzzlement
Tom reluctantly woke up to the shrill screaming of the other boys. He knew if he wasn't out of bed shortly, the guys would have an early start to their favorite game, Tom-bashing.
Tom couldn't remember having done anything to cause this, unless being himself counted. As corny as it sounds, he had always been different, and different at the Orphanage was not a good thing.
He had never fought, teased, or insulted anyone. To be honest, he was skinny and weak, which made him an easy target for a beating. But that wasn't why he was different. There were plenty of puny boys at the Orphanage. No, his difference was one that could not exactly be put into words. There was just something about him…
Dashing out of bed into the bathroom, Tom grabbed his clothes and locked the door. If he could make it into the bathroom first, and not have to wait in line, he could usually avoid being teased for a little while, at least. Once he had washed up and changed he went back to his bed and grabbed the book he was reading from his nightstand and went outside.
Tom usually sat under the big redwood, but he had wised up. The spot under the redwood was in plain view. Usually, if the boys couldn't see him, they wouldn't think about him. He began to read under a different tree and got quite into his book when the breakfast bell rang.
He hurried in so he could get a place away from everyone else. No use sitting with them. Mail was also given out during breakfast. Almost every boy received something, from a pen pal or a distant relative, except Tom. Although this didn't really bother him, it only gave the guys more ammunition.
Today, however, he did receive a letter. Even the Headmaster sounded a bit surprised as he read off Tom's name. The boys quickly regained their power of speech, however.
"Somebody finally figured out you exist, huh Tom?" Paul taunted. Paul, a short fat boy, who received letters every day, and sweets he didn't need every week from some ancient great-aunt, hated Tom's guts.
"Nah, probably just junk mail. Maybe he's won a million dollars!" retorted Jon. Out of all the boys, Jon was the worst. Tall and muscular, he had no problem overpowering Tom.
Tom practically skipped to the Headmaster. However, he was quickly disappointed by what the Headmaster had to say.
"You can't have the letter until you come up to my office. We need to discuss something important," Headmaster Hamingo said sternly. With a name like Hamingo you wouldn't take him very seriously, that is, until you saw him. He was over six feet tall and weighed about 200 pounds. He wasn't fat, only muscular. Just looking at him struck fear into the hearts of many.
Disappointed, Tom went back to his breakfast. Paul and Jon, being who they were, said a few choice comments, but Tom was too lost in thought to hear them.
"What could he possibly need to talk to me about?" Tom wondered. He hadn't done anything wrong, and the Headmaster couldn't have read his letter. Never mind being illegal, Tom saw it was still sealed.
Tom bolted down his breakfast so he could get to Hamingo's office right away, all the time wondering who could have sent him the letter with the shimmery green writing…
Written by Crystal
Chapter 1
A bit of puzzlement
Tom reluctantly woke up to the shrill screaming of the other boys. He knew if he wasn't out of bed shortly, the guys would have an early start to their favorite game, Tom-bashing.
Tom couldn't remember having done anything to cause this, unless being himself counted. As corny as it sounds, he had always been different, and different at the Orphanage was not a good thing.
He had never fought, teased, or insulted anyone. To be honest, he was skinny and weak, which made him an easy target for a beating. But that wasn't why he was different. There were plenty of puny boys at the Orphanage. No, his difference was one that could not exactly be put into words. There was just something about him…
Dashing out of bed into the bathroom, Tom grabbed his clothes and locked the door. If he could make it into the bathroom first, and not have to wait in line, he could usually avoid being teased for a little while, at least. Once he had washed up and changed he went back to his bed and grabbed the book he was reading from his nightstand and went outside.
Tom usually sat under the big redwood, but he had wised up. The spot under the redwood was in plain view. Usually, if the boys couldn't see him, they wouldn't think about him. He began to read under a different tree and got quite into his book when the breakfast bell rang.
He hurried in so he could get a place away from everyone else. No use sitting with them. Mail was also given out during breakfast. Almost every boy received something, from a pen pal or a distant relative, except Tom. Although this didn't really bother him, it only gave the guys more ammunition.
Today, however, he did receive a letter. Even the Headmaster sounded a bit surprised as he read off Tom's name. The boys quickly regained their power of speech, however.
"Somebody finally figured out you exist, huh Tom?" Paul taunted. Paul, a short fat boy, who received letters every day, and sweets he didn't need every week from some ancient great-aunt, hated Tom's guts.
"Nah, probably just junk mail. Maybe he's won a million dollars!" retorted Jon. Out of all the boys, Jon was the worst. Tall and muscular, he had no problem overpowering Tom.
Tom practically skipped to the Headmaster. However, he was quickly disappointed by what the Headmaster had to say.
"You can't have the letter until you come up to my office. We need to discuss something important," Headmaster Hamingo said sternly. With a name like Hamingo you wouldn't take him very seriously, that is, until you saw him. He was over six feet tall and weighed about 200 pounds. He wasn't fat, only muscular. Just looking at him struck fear into the hearts of many.
Disappointed, Tom went back to his breakfast. Paul and Jon, being who they were, said a few choice comments, but Tom was too lost in thought to hear them.
"What could he possibly need to talk to me about?" Tom wondered. He hadn't done anything wrong, and the Headmaster couldn't have read his letter. Never mind being illegal, Tom saw it was still sealed.
Tom bolted down his breakfast so he could get to Hamingo's office right away, all the time wondering who could have sent him the letter with the shimmery green writing…