Tom Riddle is J. K. Rowling's creation, though nearly everything else is mine. You can tell which ones are not.
This chapter may seem a bit dull compared to the others, it's mostly an explanatory chapter, but it's very important to the story.
Chapter 4
The Icurad Lords
When Tom got back to the orphanage, he had all of his school things in a trunk he had purchased. He entered his room and put it next to his bed and began to sift through it just to double, well actually triple, check that he had everything. Benny was on his own bed making a paper airplane. He looked up with curiosity when Tom entered.
"What ya got there Riddle?" He asked Tom, trying to sound casual.
"Supplies." Tom answered without even turning.
"Oh." Then, "Supplies for what?"
"School."
"Oh." Benny nodded but his face was filled with confusion. Then he added "What do you need school supplies for, we're given everything we need here." Tom turned sharply.
"Why are you asking so many idiotic questions?"
"I was just making conversation." Benny said quickly his eyes immediately swelling with fear. Tom shook his head and began to look in his trunk again.
"If you must know, I'm not going to be around this year. I'm leaving in September to go to a real school with intelligent beings. My own kind."
"You're going to private school? How? You don't have no money, and this place sure won't pay for somethin' like that."
"My mother is paying for it." Tom said with a slight smile.
"Your mother? But she's dead. If she wasn't, you wouldn't be here. Your mother can't pay for something if she's dead. And your mother is d..." But Benny didn't finish his ridiculously bold statement because Tom had turned from his trunk again. He was giving a Benny a cold hard look that told him he was about to, if he had not all ready, cross the line. "Never mind, I mean, what do I care anyway? Go to a private school, good luck to ya." He got up and hurried out. Tom chuckled. If he could have a galleon for each time he made Benny leave the room he would have more money than there was in that little safe of his in no time.
Tom woke up very early the next morning and set out to the library. He didn't even bother telling anyone, they wouldn't care, and if they did, to bad, it wasn't like he would be there for that much longer anyhow. Tom got to the library and went up all three flights of stairs, then stood and stared at the brick wall in front of him. He didn't think this was going to work, but he did have to try. He took out the sheet of paper with the exact bricks to press then pushed them in the correct order. Nothing happen. Maybe that old wizard wasn't as stupid as Tom thought. Maybe he told Tom this just to make him feel foolish as a come back to his glaring gaze. Just as Tom was thinking about how he was going to go back to that bar give that guy something he was sure never to forget, the wall magically began to open. Tom actually stepped back, then gazed into a previously unknown room full of books beyond books. Tom walked in, soaking in all of the books. He didn't know where he should start so he just walked forward, looking and gazing all around.
"May I help you young man?" Came a voice. Tom turned around to see a plump short woman of fifty or so with frayed brown hair dripped about her shoulders. Her green eyes narrowed under very extravagant purple glasses. "Well?" She demanded when Tom didn't answer.
"Yes, I need to do some research."
"Uh hum. On what exactly?"
"A person. A person by the name of Drew. Elizabeth Drew."
"Indeed?" The woman asked her eyes growing slightly wider, then automatically shifting back into her narrow gaze. "Well then you've come to the right place of course. We have books on everything and anything. Right this way." She turned sharply and walked swiftly, much swifter then Tom would have thought she could go considering her not exactly slim size. She led Tom to a table and pointed to it. "Wait here." She instructed, then walked off. Tom obediently stayed where he was. It was less then an entire minute until the woman came back now carrying several books. She laid them out on the table and placed them all in three different stacks. "These," she said pointing to one stack of books " are biography type books that explain nearly her entire life. These mention only a couple events in her life, the very important ones of course. They're probably what you're looking for anyway. This last pile is just random information. Good luck." She turned and left before Tom could even decide whether he should thank her or not. Tom stared at the three piles of books, sure that he had a lot of work to do. Tom did want to know about his mother's entire story, but decided there would be time for that later. Now he should discover why his mother's name was so widely known. So he pulled forward the pile that the library witch had said were about the 'important' parts of her life, sat down, chose one, and began to read.
Tom staid at the library until it was nearly dark. When it was this time, he had sifted through four different books. Two of the books had three chapters on his mother, two had only one, and the last book had five complete chapters about her. After Tom had read them he was absolutely fasinated by the content that they held. His mother's journal only told about her youth, and time at Hogwarts, after she left the school, she had apparently stopped writing, so there was no information about her later years. According to the books he read, after leaving Hogwarts, Tom's mother applied at a place called Polinderx School for Advanced Witchcraft and Wizardry. This was a college type school created for wizards and witches to study in specific fields. Tom's mother went to Polinderx to become a member of the Magical Law Enforcement Squad She had to have three years of explicit training before she could join, which she did. It turned out that she was quite good at it and became a Junior Advisor after only two years. His mother had taken out countless numbers of 'bad' wizards, on five specific accounts single-handedly before even becoming a Junior Advisor. When she did, she was more involved and made many more busts. This was a very dangerous time for wizards because of the Icurad Lords.
The Icurad Lords, Tom discovered, were a band of witches and wizards who did not like many of the current views of the Ministry of Magic. They had gotten together to try and argue with the leaders of the ministry, peacefully, to get their ideas at least listened to, but were ignored. Since the ministry ignored their pleas of peace, the Icurads decided to get their ideas across with violence; they thus became 'dark lords'. Tom's mother, along with the other members of the Squad fought ferociously to catch all of the members of this gang, but no matter how many wizards or witches they caught, more joined the Icurads. It was discovered that the only way to stop the Icurads was to capture their leader, the only problem was that no one knew who that was. No matter who was captured from the Icurad Lords, no one ever dared to betray their leader. Tom's mother made it to Senior Advisor in just three years after she became a Junior Advisor and succeeded in capturing the most Icurads of anyone in the Magical Law Enforcement Squad Not three months after she became Senior Advisor, there was a big wand between 12 members of the Squad and over 20 Icurads. Four Squad members and eleven Icurads were lost. All but three of the remaining Icurads were captured. That didn't matter, because in this battle, the leader of the Icurad Lords was killed. This was known because the Icurads fell shortly after and were no more. Though it was a positive fact that the leader was killed in this battle, it was still unknown who the leader actually was. It was exactly one month after this that Elizabeth Drew met and instantly fell in love with Tom Riddle. She was married to him only three months after that. When Elizabeth Riddle became pregnant a month later, she only remained with her new husband for more five months until she told him who she was, and he deserted her. She then of course, died in child birth, leaving her only child, Tom Riddle, to rot away in a detestable orphanage; but not for much longer.
After Tom had learned the history of his mother, he felt very odd. It was puzzling to him that his mother was a protector of the ministry and captured 'dark lords'. Tom didn't really consider these petty wizards dark lords. They weren't really all that evil according to him. Sure they murder a couple muggle-loving wizards and tortured some muggles, but that hardly made them dark lords. The only reason they did these things was in hope for changes. They were fools. The ministry was never going to change its stubborn muggle-loving ways. Tom detested all muggles, probably because of his bastardly mother's husband and the horror children he had lived with all his life. Muggles were pointless and unnecessary. Tom didn't think muggle-born children should even be allowed to study magic. He of course, was not muggle-born, he was born of a witch, perhaps not of a wizard as well, but it was close enough. As Tom thought about how much he hated muggles and how he wished they could all be destroyed, he felt a cold stab of guilt. His mother had devoted the best part of her life trying to protect the very people Tom wished to destroy. Was it wrong for Tom to have these feelings towards the muggles? Did the fact that Elizabeth Drew was a muggle-lover make her weak? NO! It merely meant she was misguided. That was it. Elizabeth's parents must have been muggle-lovers and they had forced the sense on to their daughter. She had grown up liking the miserable creatures and then eventually became a protector of them. Tom's previous guilt was instantly exchanged with pity. His poor mother had to grow up thinking the absolute opposite of something that was true. He was sure that if his mother had not been forced to love muggles, then she would know the truth about how horrible they. She would not be displeased with Tom's ideas for getting rid of the muggles, in fact, she would probably encourage them. These last thoughts made Tom smile. He stood up and prepared to leave the library, confident that his mother would be proud of his future plans, and swore that he would indeed succeed in them.