DISCLAIMER: All characters, and setting belong to J.K Rowling. The events
in the story have to do with the Harry Potter books. (With the exception
of the fictional characters I've made up myself, and the different
situations I've put the characters in.)
Chapter 1-Prologue A/N: Hey, this is my first story. I'll try to keep updating as much as I can. It'd be nice if you left me a review, telling me your thoughts on the chapter. Just a little insight, the time period right now in the prologue is 1937, both Alessa Ringwater and Tom Riddle are 11 years old.
Alessa walked past her parent's room, and stopped; they were doing it again-arguing. Alessa didn't want to hear anything she wasn't supposed to, so she turned around and started walking the other way, until she heard her name mentioned. "Jack, we can't just give her back, that'd be devastating. She thinks we're her real parents, we can't just put her in an adoption center. In response, Alessa heard Jacks angered voice, shaking, "Why not? She's been in one before?" The woman was desperate, "But-she doesn't even remember, she was too young. She thinks we're her parents. We're too close with her now to abandon her in an adoption center-with muggles! She has no family for heavens sake! Her real parents abandoned her when she was just an infant! We can't let that happen to her again!" Alessa couldn't believe what they were saying-she wasn't really their daughter? Alessa heard Jack walk over, "Well that's our only option right now. Besides, she wouldn't know that this would be the second time this happened to her" Linda started crying, "No, no, we can't do that to her." Alessa heard a deep sigh, and then the she continued, "Well, she received a letter from Hogwarts didn't she? We could let her stay there, even during the summer. Anything but an adoption center Jack." Alessa was intrigued with the whole conversation. The man gave in, "Fine, that sounds fine to me. We'll tomorrow, you'll have to tell her."
Alessa's heart was racing, her hands shaking, her mouth dry, and her feet felt bolted to the white carpet outside of their bedroom door. Alessa ran to her bedroom and sat on the bed, taking it all in. How could they not tell her they had adopted her? Alessa felt awful. She'd have to go live at some school from now, alone. Alessa didn't cry, she just sat there, starring at all of the nice things they'd given her, books to prepare her for magic, her broom, and-and-.... It was too much for Alessa. She sat looking around at everything she was going to loose, and started weeping in pity for herself. Alessa sat like that for hours, crying, until she fell asleep.
When she awoke she found her stuff in boxes, her walls stripped of all of her moving pictures and posters. Alessa found herself similar to the room- they were both empty. "Alessa dear.... come into the kitchen, I'd like to have a talk with you." Alessa heard her "mothers" voice call. Alessa walked into the kitchen, and found everything much like her room, gone. Alessa spoke, "What's happening? Where are all of my things?" "Alessa," she replied softly, "You're going to have to live somewhere else now-" Alessa cut her off, "Yeah! I heard everything you guys said last night. It's hard not to when you're yelling so loud!" Tears began to form in Alessa's eyes; she couldn't say much else, or she knew she'd start crying. "Alessa, please! You have to understand! We never told you the truth so you wouldn't be hurt!" Alessa spoke and her voice shook, "Well that makes the situation even worse, I can't believe you lied about being my parents all of this time." The woman Alessa now thought of as a stranger, sat at the table crying. Alessa stood there, not knowing what to say, or what to do. The woman ended the awkward silence. "We'll be taking you to the train station today. Be ready in an hour." Alessa couldn't believe it; she thought everything was a nightmare that would never end.
Chapter 1-Prologue A/N: Hey, this is my first story. I'll try to keep updating as much as I can. It'd be nice if you left me a review, telling me your thoughts on the chapter. Just a little insight, the time period right now in the prologue is 1937, both Alessa Ringwater and Tom Riddle are 11 years old.
Alessa walked past her parent's room, and stopped; they were doing it again-arguing. Alessa didn't want to hear anything she wasn't supposed to, so she turned around and started walking the other way, until she heard her name mentioned. "Jack, we can't just give her back, that'd be devastating. She thinks we're her real parents, we can't just put her in an adoption center. In response, Alessa heard Jacks angered voice, shaking, "Why not? She's been in one before?" The woman was desperate, "But-she doesn't even remember, she was too young. She thinks we're her parents. We're too close with her now to abandon her in an adoption center-with muggles! She has no family for heavens sake! Her real parents abandoned her when she was just an infant! We can't let that happen to her again!" Alessa couldn't believe what they were saying-she wasn't really their daughter? Alessa heard Jack walk over, "Well that's our only option right now. Besides, she wouldn't know that this would be the second time this happened to her" Linda started crying, "No, no, we can't do that to her." Alessa heard a deep sigh, and then the she continued, "Well, she received a letter from Hogwarts didn't she? We could let her stay there, even during the summer. Anything but an adoption center Jack." Alessa was intrigued with the whole conversation. The man gave in, "Fine, that sounds fine to me. We'll tomorrow, you'll have to tell her."
Alessa's heart was racing, her hands shaking, her mouth dry, and her feet felt bolted to the white carpet outside of their bedroom door. Alessa ran to her bedroom and sat on the bed, taking it all in. How could they not tell her they had adopted her? Alessa felt awful. She'd have to go live at some school from now, alone. Alessa didn't cry, she just sat there, starring at all of the nice things they'd given her, books to prepare her for magic, her broom, and-and-.... It was too much for Alessa. She sat looking around at everything she was going to loose, and started weeping in pity for herself. Alessa sat like that for hours, crying, until she fell asleep.
When she awoke she found her stuff in boxes, her walls stripped of all of her moving pictures and posters. Alessa found herself similar to the room- they were both empty. "Alessa dear.... come into the kitchen, I'd like to have a talk with you." Alessa heard her "mothers" voice call. Alessa walked into the kitchen, and found everything much like her room, gone. Alessa spoke, "What's happening? Where are all of my things?" "Alessa," she replied softly, "You're going to have to live somewhere else now-" Alessa cut her off, "Yeah! I heard everything you guys said last night. It's hard not to when you're yelling so loud!" Tears began to form in Alessa's eyes; she couldn't say much else, or she knew she'd start crying. "Alessa, please! You have to understand! We never told you the truth so you wouldn't be hurt!" Alessa spoke and her voice shook, "Well that makes the situation even worse, I can't believe you lied about being my parents all of this time." The woman Alessa now thought of as a stranger, sat at the table crying. Alessa stood there, not knowing what to say, or what to do. The woman ended the awkward silence. "We'll be taking you to the train station today. Be ready in an hour." Alessa couldn't believe it; she thought everything was a nightmare that would never end.
