~~*~~A Demon Child's Tale~~*~~
Prelude
1942 I, Tom Marvelo Riddle sat in class, with my thoughts trailing away from class. I had developed hate for this school, Hogwarts. With no friends, no family support. My family. I hate them all, especially my stepfather, the stupid muggle. I had a plan. A plan to get revenge. A plan to unite the four founders of Hogwarts descendents. With them united, I will gain control of the whole of the wizarding world, and destroy all muggles. I have been doing research lately, looking for a certain prophecy, and finding out the negatives and positives of it. I have memorized everything about it.
The prophecy reads: The four founders united made a difference in the world. The four descendents of these founders, at the right time, will make an even greater power then before If they are to unite under darkness, the night shall prevail, bun under light, the day will stay. If luck has it for the opposite of what they unite under, they shall doubt their master early, and rebel, or they will find more in what they have grown up to hate.
With further research, I have discovered, they must have no blood sister or brothers. I found out that that time is soon to come It should be in the mid1960s. I have decided that I will be alive at the time and I will be the one to unite them, no matter what it takes 1966 In London, a little boy has just been born. His neat, jet-black haired father is outside in the hallway discussing certain issues with the doctor. The man sits down in a chair by the door, putting his forehead in his hands. The doctor is speaking. "The mother of your child is fading fast. Her breath is becoming weaker each moment. I'm sorry." The man held a sturdy exterior even though he was dyeing inside. Inside the room, the woman whispers into her child's ear, "I love you, James Samuel Potter. I want the best for you, even though, I won't be here to give it to you. I want the absolute best for you, and for you to take care of yourself. Good luck." The child and everyone else accept for two people are yet to know who he is a descendent of, Gryffindor. In the United States of America, in a state called Ohio, a little newborn girl bursts into tears, as she is removed from her mother, who had held on just long enough to give birth to her child. The doctors later said that they were lucky, that the mother could hold on that long, and that the child hadn't any harm done to her. For the mother had been in a car accident, in which her husband had been taken away on the spot, and she had been severely injured. They had been passing the hospital at the time. The child had been forced to be born premature, the doctors had to do many procedures to the child to ensure the little girl, not to die. She was later lain in one of many of the beds with new children in them. The name of the child was yet to be given, the last name was known, though. She is a Ravenclaw. Her family started with Rowena Ravenclaw, marrying her cousin, who had the same last name. At the time, marrying in the family was not unusual, therefore, they would many times, do so. Either a male child was born, or the female child would marry inside the family, or keep their own name, but all through the generations, they managed to keep their last name as Ravenclaw. In a hospital in Ireland a young woman lay in a soft hospital bed, her breathing uneven. She had just given birth to a child. She had not meant to. In fact, a pure blood wizard had raped her. He was now in Azkaban. She thanked her lucky stars, Joseph, her boyfriend, had come upon her unconscious body, and wrestled the other man down. A nurse in white robes laid a blue eyed, blond child in her arms. She gave off a warm atmosphere. The black haired mother held her new son gently in her frail arms. She smiled down at her son, and whispered, "I love you, Nicholas Sayers." The crying baby calmed down, at his mother's soft voice.
That night, three newborn babies were stolen away, taken by cold hands. Their lives already planned out. Their lives were going to be full of death, power, and evil, it had been decided.
A dark figure stands in the shadows. Snake-like red eyes pierce through the darkness. Another black robed hooded figure steps toward the figure, quivering and shaking all over. The new figure finally calms down, and croaks, "You wanted to see me my lord?" The shadowed figure steps out from the darkness. IT stares the new one in the eyes, as if debating something, silently. "Indeed I did, Evens. It seems, that I have a small problem on my hands.The descendent of Ravenclaw is named Ravenclaw. We can't hold her last name from her forever, once she hits the curious stage, she will start to question. What do you suppose we do about that, Evens?" "I-I d-don't kn-know Master." "Stupid deatheater!" A long wooden stick flew into the master's hands, and he yelled a spell. The other man bent down in pain, screaming. The master flicked his wand and put it away. "That should teach you a lesson for being clueless, pet!"
Prelude
1942 I, Tom Marvelo Riddle sat in class, with my thoughts trailing away from class. I had developed hate for this school, Hogwarts. With no friends, no family support. My family. I hate them all, especially my stepfather, the stupid muggle. I had a plan. A plan to get revenge. A plan to unite the four founders of Hogwarts descendents. With them united, I will gain control of the whole of the wizarding world, and destroy all muggles. I have been doing research lately, looking for a certain prophecy, and finding out the negatives and positives of it. I have memorized everything about it.
The prophecy reads: The four founders united made a difference in the world. The four descendents of these founders, at the right time, will make an even greater power then before If they are to unite under darkness, the night shall prevail, bun under light, the day will stay. If luck has it for the opposite of what they unite under, they shall doubt their master early, and rebel, or they will find more in what they have grown up to hate.
With further research, I have discovered, they must have no blood sister or brothers. I found out that that time is soon to come It should be in the mid1960s. I have decided that I will be alive at the time and I will be the one to unite them, no matter what it takes 1966 In London, a little boy has just been born. His neat, jet-black haired father is outside in the hallway discussing certain issues with the doctor. The man sits down in a chair by the door, putting his forehead in his hands. The doctor is speaking. "The mother of your child is fading fast. Her breath is becoming weaker each moment. I'm sorry." The man held a sturdy exterior even though he was dyeing inside. Inside the room, the woman whispers into her child's ear, "I love you, James Samuel Potter. I want the best for you, even though, I won't be here to give it to you. I want the absolute best for you, and for you to take care of yourself. Good luck." The child and everyone else accept for two people are yet to know who he is a descendent of, Gryffindor. In the United States of America, in a state called Ohio, a little newborn girl bursts into tears, as she is removed from her mother, who had held on just long enough to give birth to her child. The doctors later said that they were lucky, that the mother could hold on that long, and that the child hadn't any harm done to her. For the mother had been in a car accident, in which her husband had been taken away on the spot, and she had been severely injured. They had been passing the hospital at the time. The child had been forced to be born premature, the doctors had to do many procedures to the child to ensure the little girl, not to die. She was later lain in one of many of the beds with new children in them. The name of the child was yet to be given, the last name was known, though. She is a Ravenclaw. Her family started with Rowena Ravenclaw, marrying her cousin, who had the same last name. At the time, marrying in the family was not unusual, therefore, they would many times, do so. Either a male child was born, or the female child would marry inside the family, or keep their own name, but all through the generations, they managed to keep their last name as Ravenclaw. In a hospital in Ireland a young woman lay in a soft hospital bed, her breathing uneven. She had just given birth to a child. She had not meant to. In fact, a pure blood wizard had raped her. He was now in Azkaban. She thanked her lucky stars, Joseph, her boyfriend, had come upon her unconscious body, and wrestled the other man down. A nurse in white robes laid a blue eyed, blond child in her arms. She gave off a warm atmosphere. The black haired mother held her new son gently in her frail arms. She smiled down at her son, and whispered, "I love you, Nicholas Sayers." The crying baby calmed down, at his mother's soft voice.
That night, three newborn babies were stolen away, taken by cold hands. Their lives already planned out. Their lives were going to be full of death, power, and evil, it had been decided.
A dark figure stands in the shadows. Snake-like red eyes pierce through the darkness. Another black robed hooded figure steps toward the figure, quivering and shaking all over. The new figure finally calms down, and croaks, "You wanted to see me my lord?" The shadowed figure steps out from the darkness. IT stares the new one in the eyes, as if debating something, silently. "Indeed I did, Evens. It seems, that I have a small problem on my hands.The descendent of Ravenclaw is named Ravenclaw. We can't hold her last name from her forever, once she hits the curious stage, she will start to question. What do you suppose we do about that, Evens?" "I-I d-don't kn-know Master." "Stupid deatheater!" A long wooden stick flew into the master's hands, and he yelled a spell. The other man bent down in pain, screaming. The master flicked his wand and put it away. "That should teach you a lesson for being clueless, pet!"