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* A side note; I used Domina the Latin word for Mistress of household/wife/lady and Virus (veer-us) the Latin word for snakes poison/venom because of who she is related to; (Slytherin) *
Chapter 3
"Y-you've been waiting for me?" Tom asked his eyes wide with fear. "Yes, I have. My family has been making wands since 382 B.C. Mr. Riddle. I know the names of all of my customers. I also remember which wands chose them." He said more to himself than anyone else. "I'm sorry, the wands chose them?" Tom repeated. "Yes it is not the wizard that chooses the wand Mr. Riddle, oh no, quite the opposite the wand will choose you." He said his pale eyes twinkling.
Mr. Ollivander clapped his hands together and smiled, "Well, let's get to it then. Here try this wand, 12 inches Holly, ." Nothing happened. "Ok, let's try this one then, Mahogany 9 and 1/2 inches." Again nothing happened. They spent the better part of an hour going through the stacks of wands. "Well, Mr. Riddle it seems you're a rather tough customer. No worries though we'll find the right one. I think maybe this one," he said handing Tom yet another wand. "This one is 13 and 1/2 inches Yew, with a phoenix feather core." The moment the wand touched his hand Tom felt a rush of warmth run through him. It was as though an inner glow engulfed him. "Ah, yes, a good wand indeed." Mr. Ollivander smiled.
"It's time to go now Tom." Professor Dumbledore said leading him through the door. "Professor, that man, there's something strange about him." Tom said looking over his shoulder. "He does tend to give that impression Tom, but he is the best wand maker in England." Professor Dumbledore told him.
They went back through the wall, and said their good-byes to Millicent and her son at The Leaky Cauldron. As they sped back towards Luton the Professor told Tom he would send the caretaker from Hogwarts to meet him at King's Cross. "You'll need him to help you get to Platform 9 &3/4." "Why is that Professor?" Tom asked. "You'll understand when it's time Tom. We're here Now that you're a Hogwarts student I'll be expecting you to keep your temper under control." He winked. Tom tried to return his smile but there was just something about him that he didn't like. Almost as if it were an instinct. He got out of the carriage and waved goodbye to the professor, and in a flash they were gone.
Looking forlorn Tom dragged his feet heading back inside the orphanage. He knew he was in for trouble when he walked through the door. "Mr. Edwards! Mr. Edwards! Tom's back!" The little boy known only as 'B J' yelled. Tom cringed when he saw his caretaker, Mr. Edwards' normally plain face was looking murderous. "Get over 'ere, right now." He ground out. Tom had no intentions of going any where near him at that moment. But Billy Childs had other plans; he grabbed Tom and dragged him to where Mr. Edwards had been standing.
He grabbed Tom by the back of his neck and forced him to the floor, "I'm a good man I am, never laid a mitt on ya did I Tommy? I wasn't gonna beat ya this mornin' I was just gonna scare ya. But then that bloke shows up 'ere breakin' down me door, and makin' me look bad in front of you boys." He said getting within and inch of Tom's ear. "Now I gotta gets me respect back don' I?" Tom nodded quickly, tears streaming down his cheeks. "Fine, then you won' mind cleanin' up in 'ere a bit." He said standing Tom upright again. Tom looked around and saw just what Edwards meant. While he'd been gone the orphanage had been almost literally torn apart; dishes and food on the floors along with garbage. School books ripped to pieces, their papers tossed about. Tom took a deep breath and knew what his punishment would be. He'd have to clean the entire mess himself, and he wouldn't be allowed to have one person help nor would he get a single scrap of food (except what was already on the floor) to eat until it was done.
It took almost 2 full days to clean the entire orphanage. Tom's hands and knees were bloodied and blistered. He was miserable and he knew just who to blame for it too, Professor Dumbledore. Tom knew none of this would have happened if Dumbledore had just left him alone. Wasn't living in this hell bad enough? Why did that old nutter have to come and ruin his life more than it already was? Tom vowed that someday he'd get Dumbledore for this.
The next morning Tom woke and remembered his vow, "What was I thinking? Dumbledore could probably tie me in knots with the blink of his eyes if he really wanted to." He shook his head and chuckled at the image of himself tied in knots that raced around his head. "I need sleep. Better go find Edwards, let him know I'm done."
*Another side note: sorry this chapter is so short, but I've had some personal issues I've had to take care of. Hopefully the next chapter will be not only longer, but better too.*