Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns Tom and the wizarding world. I'm making no
money off of this.
Author's Note: This is my second fanfic, and the first to actually make
sense. Please be nice. Thanks and enjoy!
The Orphan By Pyramidal_Apollo
At first, his good looks, confident posture, and innate charm caught their eyes. They watched him, always slightly apart from the other children, always a slightly amused, thoughtful look on the smooth brow. They noted his grades, eliciting astonishment, especially combined with the thick, leather-bound books he was rarely without. Yes, the orphanage's prospective parents loved Tom Riddle on first sight.
Later, it was different.
They would hold long talks with the orphanage's director. They would arrange numerous times when they could come and observe the children - especially Tom. And then one day they would arrive to the small playground and hear the screams. Smell a burnt odor in the air. Watch a small girl frantically rolling on the ground, her head full of fire. Fire? In shock, they would gaze around the scene, eyes drawn to the one person calm and still. He would be - hungrily devouring the sight. Mouth slightly open and eyes wide so as not to miss a moment of the agony. And feeling their horrorstruck stares upon him, he would turn. His shoulders ever relaxed. Oozing the charm that had captured their hearts, he would give them a feral grin. "Oops. I did it again."
After that, there were no more visits. Those prospective parents would run. They would search elsewhere for a child. They had looked upon the face of pure insanity and they knew it.
Eventually the director had to admit it as well. Too many fires, too many children hospitalized - several almost died. After that, Tom was marked. Social Services skipped him from orphanage to orphanage. Though he only needed to stay for the summers, nobody was willing to take him for very long. Because Tom hated the constant movement nearly as much as he hated the orphanages. Soon he was not limiting himself to fires. Soon, all sorts of encounters with angry animals ensued. A teenage girl's face was marred with scars after a dog attacked her. Two boys needed reconstructive surgery after Tom set a python on them. And just as Tom was about to have a little "talk" with Scotland Yard -
-- He turned eighteen.
He moved into the wizarding world.
The Yard never heard from him again.
And the wizarding world was changed forever.
The Orphan By Pyramidal_Apollo
At first, his good looks, confident posture, and innate charm caught their eyes. They watched him, always slightly apart from the other children, always a slightly amused, thoughtful look on the smooth brow. They noted his grades, eliciting astonishment, especially combined with the thick, leather-bound books he was rarely without. Yes, the orphanage's prospective parents loved Tom Riddle on first sight.
Later, it was different.
They would hold long talks with the orphanage's director. They would arrange numerous times when they could come and observe the children - especially Tom. And then one day they would arrive to the small playground and hear the screams. Smell a burnt odor in the air. Watch a small girl frantically rolling on the ground, her head full of fire. Fire? In shock, they would gaze around the scene, eyes drawn to the one person calm and still. He would be - hungrily devouring the sight. Mouth slightly open and eyes wide so as not to miss a moment of the agony. And feeling their horrorstruck stares upon him, he would turn. His shoulders ever relaxed. Oozing the charm that had captured their hearts, he would give them a feral grin. "Oops. I did it again."
After that, there were no more visits. Those prospective parents would run. They would search elsewhere for a child. They had looked upon the face of pure insanity and they knew it.
Eventually the director had to admit it as well. Too many fires, too many children hospitalized - several almost died. After that, Tom was marked. Social Services skipped him from orphanage to orphanage. Though he only needed to stay for the summers, nobody was willing to take him for very long. Because Tom hated the constant movement nearly as much as he hated the orphanages. Soon he was not limiting himself to fires. Soon, all sorts of encounters with angry animals ensued. A teenage girl's face was marred with scars after a dog attacked her. Two boys needed reconstructive surgery after Tom set a python on them. And just as Tom was about to have a little "talk" with Scotland Yard -
-- He turned eighteen.
He moved into the wizarding world.
The Yard never heard from him again.
And the wizarding world was changed forever.