Chapter 1

The Child

In the town of Little Hangleton there was complete silence. In fact if you were to go there on vacation at this time you'd think this town was dark. Not dark as in night but more as in evil. There on the top of a large hill was the biggest house in the town. The people who went in and out of the village pub, The Hanged Man, called it The Riddle House. It was a beautiful place. The gardener, Frank, was one of the most solitary people in the town. He had just come back from a war. His leg was stiff and he spent most of the time gardening. There was four people living in The Riddle House. John Riddle, he was an old man and lived with his wife, son, and son's wife he was horrible. Vapor Riddle was the wife to John. She was equally as horrible. Tom Riddle, he was the son of John and Vapor he was, if it could be, even more horrible. Dalme Riddle, she was the wife to Tom she was not horrible in any way. She was pregnant.
The next morning there was a commotion at The Riddle House. "Tom! Get that- that thing out of my house!" Vapor riddle was screaming from somewhere in the house.
"Now Vapor-" John was trying to reason with her.
"OUT!"
"You heard her get out of our house, filth!" Tom was saying.
"But Tom the baby-" Dalme was crying. Tom cut her off.
"I have no interest. He can stay with you."
A second later a woman with long jet-black hair, brown eyes, and a pale tear-stained face was practically thrown out. There was a bit of cold laughter from inside. Frank the gardener came out to meet Dalme. "Come on," he said, "They'll come around. Don't worry. We'll find you a house."
"Frank you'd better not help it. If you do you'll be out of a job before you say unfair," said John slamming the door shut. Frank looked at Dalme sadly. She could tell by the expression on his face that if he lost his job he'd be out of a house too. Frank lived on the Riddle grounds and if he helped her he would certainly loose his house. She shook her head.
"That's ok Frank I'll find one. You just keep yours," she said and stood up off the ground. Frank shrugged and walked back to what he was doing. Dalme shuffled her feet to The Hanged Man. She sat down and sighed. Dottie, the bar tender, walked over.
"We just heard—literally. You'll want the usual?" she said with a disgusted glance out of the window towards The Riddle House. She pushed a blonde curl out of her face and leaned on the counter.
"Dottie, I can't drink with a baby comin'!"
"Some Coke then?"
"Okay..." Dottie reached behind her and slid a bottle towards Dalme.
"So, why'd they throw you out?"
"I told them something. One of my secrets."
"Ohhh! What is it?" Dalme paused. She dared not tell Dottie that she was a witch. A one with full power too. It'd be all over the news. Finally Dalme spoke.
"I'm having an affair." Dottie gaped at her. After Dalme said it, she was almost certain Dottie wouldn't belive it.
"No! Not Dalme Riddle! I know you too well for you to be having an affair!" Dalme shrugged and took a sip of her drink.
"I'm moving away, you know." Dottie put her hands on her hips.
"No you aren't! You're staying right here!" Dalme smiled weakly at Dotties attempts.
"Well, I'd better be going. See you 'round, Dottie." She left, not even glancing back.

She was walking in an old alley when she started to gasp uncontrollably. It was two miles away from the small town. She undid her pants, shakily. Afterwards, she fell. She blacked out, and never saw the sun again.