Tom Riddle at Hogwarts

Chapter 1

At the Orphanage

            Tom inspected the gray goop that had been dropped into his bowel. It looked disgusting and he did not want to eat it.
            "Hey Riddle are you going to eat that?"
            "Yes. Get your bacteria infested hands away from it." Tom spat. He didn't want to eat, but he had to. If he didn't, he would die. If he died he wouldn't be able to carry out his revenge. He shoved a spoonful into his mouth and cringed. He quickly inhaled the rest so he could barely taste it. When he was done he got up and hurried to his room. The room was tiny and had four beds in it. His roommates had yet to finish so he was alone. He hated living in this stupid orphanage. He hated eating slop for food. He sat on the bed and felt tears coming to his eyes. He bit his tongue very hard. Tears were not expectable. They were a sign of weakness. Tom was not going to be weak. He was going to be strong. The threatening tears did not come and Tom laid down on the bed facing the wall. He thought of the great day when he would bring pain on those who had caused it to him. He allowed a small smile.
            "Hey Riddle, wanna play a game of ball with us before it gets dark?" Fredrick Giles asked. Tom didn't even turn. He would rather die then play a stupid game with this pathetic group of muggles.
            "No."
            "Why don't you ever play anything with us Riddle?" Benny Docken asked. His face turning red and his temper rising.
            "I have better things to do with my time then spend it on pointless games." Tom answered.
            "Here that fellas? Tommy-boy hear gots better things to do then hang out with us." sneered the only girl that shared their room, Laura Stuart. Tom hated her more then any of the others. She was very stupid and obnoxious.
            "You to good for us Riddle? Is that it?" Benny demanded.
            "Your words, not mine." Tom was still staring at the wall.
            "Come on, lets just go. If he doesn't wanna play it's his loss." Fredrick said leaving the room. Benny followed but Laura stayed and stared at Tom.
            "You're a loser Tommy-boy. Ya hear me? A loser. You're gonna end up a nobody. No one will even know you exist. When you die, no one will care, in fact, I doubt anyone will even notice." Tom turned and stared straight into her eyes.
            "Laura, you couldn't be more wrong."

            Tom had been living at the orphanage his entire life. His mother had died in childbirth and his father,... well, his mother's husband, as Tom referred to him, left. His mother had been a witch. She had fallen in love with some stupid muggle and married him. When she became pregnant, she told her husband who she was. He freaked and then left. So when Tom was born, he was alone. All he had was a journal left by his mother. It told about everything dealing with the magical world and everything within it. It also described Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hogwarts was a school for witches and wizards to learn how to use magic. Tom had been looking forward to it ever since he read his mother's diary. This was the year, the year Tom should enter Hogwarts. He was slightly worried however that because of his mother's husbands blood his own blood would be so full of muggle that he wouldn't be accepted into the school. The thought had always haunted him. He didn't know what he would do if he wasn't accepted. At the orphanage there was an old frightening woman name Ms. Thradis. She taught the children three times a week in the cafeteria. It was no kind of education. Certainly not the kind Tom wanted. Today was one of the days she taught. Tom and the other orphans had just spent four hours listening to the old bat drown on about math and science. When she was finished everyone leapt up and ran outside to play. Everyone except for Tom. He went up to his room, just like he always did. This entire summer when he went to his room he expected to find an owl flying outside the window with a letter in it's beak. So far, nothing. Today was the same. He walked in full of hope, and nothing. He felt suddenly angry, then worried. But he shrugged it off, like always. It would come he assured himself. Soon, it would come. He grabbed one of the five books he owned and began to read. He had read each book about ten times each. But since there was nothing else to do, unless of course he played with the muggles, he read. He soon grew bored and tossed the book aside. He grabbed his mother's journal and began to read that. He had read the journal so many times he practically had the entire thing memorized. He was so in to the book that he didn't notice Laura and Benny enter the room. Laura crept up behind him and snatched the diary right form his hands.
            "Watcha readin' Tommy-boy." She laughed while flipping through the pages. Tom leapt off the bed and glared hatefully at her.
            "Give that back."
            "What ya goin' do if I don't?"
            "You don't want to know. I'm giving you this one chance. Give it back right now, and I'll go back to reading as if nothing had happened. Don't, and you'll wish you had never even heard of the name Tom Riddle." Laura laughed loudly. But Benny had turned slightly pale.
            "Laura, just give it back to him." She laughed again.
            "I will do no such thing! Look here Tommy-boy. You ain't gonna try and threaten me. 'Cause ya don't scare me, not even one little bit." She looked at a page in the journal and began to read it. " 'Hogwarts is the most beautiful place I've ever seen. It's far more lovely then Mother described it.  At home magic is around, but here it's everywhere! Even if you're just...' "
            "Stop! That isn't yours. Give it back to me right now. This is you last chance." Laura's laugh was near hysterical now.
            " Hogwart?! What on earth is a Hogwart?! And why does it keep saying magic?  There's no such thing as magic. This is a crazy piece of garbage. You shouldn't be reading things like this Tommy-boy. It'll mess up your mind." With that she tore that page out of the journal.
            "No!" cried Tom. Laura laughed louder and Benny backed away to the door. He seemed to know Laura had gone too far. Tom's eyes grew dark and his cheeks red. Benny ran from the room screaming. Tom leapt on top of Laura and grabbed the journal from her hands. " I warned you, you little bitch." He hissed. He tossed the journal onto his bed. Tom began pounding Laura's head on the floor, over and over and over again. Her head began to bleed and she started to cry. Then she went incontinence. Tom got off of her and knelt beside her.
            "What's going on in here?" A keeper hurried in with Benny right behind him.
            "She took my book and I grabbed it from her. When I pulled it from her arms she fell back and busted her head." A couple other keepers had come in and were working on Laura seeing if she were alive.
            "Is that what happen?" the first keeper asked Benny.
            "I'm not sure." Benny stammered. "She grabbed the book and I left. I didn't see what happened after that." The keeper nodded. They carried Laura out and then Benny and Tom were alone. "Is that what really happen?" Benny asked.
            "I don't know Docken. Why don't you mess with me and find out." Tom said glaring. Benny shook his head and hurried out. Tom turned and picked up the torn page from the ground. How dare that stupid girl touch his things! Especially the one thing he cared about. She deserved whatever happened to her. He brought the page to the book and gently put it in the place where it was suppose to go. He put the journal in its place and sat on the bed. If Laura lived, she would be the first to suffer when Tom was powerful.