A Riddle of The bond Called Friendship

Chapter 2

*TWO: Draco the Dragon*

Disclaimer: I own nothing. A few idea's come from the story I Am Lord Voldemort but with permission.

A/N: Hope you enjoy!!! And don't forget to Review. It's depressing when I don't think anyone's reading my story. And I'm sorry this chapter is so short but this is a get going chapter.

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Draco (the dragon)

This constellation is circumpolar from much of the Northern Hemisphere and is best seen during warm weather months. A large, faint constellation, the Dragon is hard to trace as it winds about between Ursa Major, Bottes, Hercules, Lyra, Cygnus, and Cepheus. The Chaldeans, Greeks, and Romans all saw a dragon here, while Hindu mythology claims the creature is an alligator. The Persians saw a man-eating serpent.

Tom Riddle looked up from the muggle book, A Guide to Skywatching by David H. Levy. He traced the constellation threw the air with his finger and sighed. He had read this book seventeen times. He laid the book aside and continued lying on his back, watching the night sky.

It had been four years since he had received that faithful letter from Grindelwald; four years since he had rejected his uncle's offer to leave the Orphanage for life; four years since he had become friends with Lucius Malfoy.

He smiled.

Lucius had deliberately disobeyed his father and befriended him, Tom, the half-blooded wizard. After Arelis (Lucius's father) had delivered the letter to him all those years ago Lucius had sent a letter by owl to him; telling him about Hogwarts, the racism between pure-bloods and muggle-born, and even everything he knew about Grindelwald, his supposed uncle.

From what Lucius had told him Grindelwald was a power hungry, killer and Tom wanted nothing to do with someone like that. Grindelwald had sent him more letters by post but he had ignored each and everyone of them.

Just a year after he had first heard from Grindelwald he made a new friend, Ruby Rosewood. Her father, Mike, was a muggle-born wizard and the closest thing to a father Tom had ever had. Her mother, Ariel, was a muggle but a lot nicer then anyone he had ever met. It was because of them that he wasn't easily blinded by Grindelwald's lies of how muggle-borns were the scum of the earth.

He sat up and stretched. I'd better start heading back, he thought. He got up, the book in his arms, and left the park in which he had been at for several hours. The trip back to the Orphanage was gloomy and he even dragging his feet so he would take longer.

As he approached the gates to the Orphanage he dragged his hand along the bars making a clattering sound. It was his damn father's prejudice that forced him to live here. Tom swore that no matter what he would never have that same hate for another just because of their family, bloodline, or even the color of their skin.

After making up his mind he walked through the gates and up the path leading to the doors. There was a flash of lightning and rain started to fall. Tucking the book under his gray orphanage uniform, he ran to the side of the fairly large building.

Tom looked up and saw that the light on the second floor was out. He took the book out from underneath his shirt and began to climb vines leading to the window. Slowly he progressed to the second floor window and knocked on it.

It swung open and he got in. The first thing he noticed was that his only friend, Lorena Nelson, was standing before him, her beautiful brown eyes were tear stricken and her brown/blond hair was messed up. The next second she collapsed onto her bed.

Then the lights turned on and he saw Mr. Fransworth standing in the doorway, smirking. "Why hello, Riddle," he said pleasantly. He walked forward, grabbed Tom by his right arm, and pulled him out of the room. Then Tom figured it out. Someone that shared a room with him must of told Fransworth that he had been staying out late at night that week and how he was having Lorena let him in. The Orphanage Headmaster beat her for punishment; just to scare her and he was next.

Tom fought to get away from the Orphanage Headmaster but it was no use. It only made him grasp Tom's arm tighter. "Let go!" he shouted.

"Shut-up!" snapped Fransworth. "You're in serious trouble for this Riddle!"

"For what? Walking?" demanded Tom.

"Shut-up now and I might show mercy on you f****** a**!" Fransworth yelled.

"Could you say that again? I don't believe people a thousand miles away heard you!" sneered Tom.

Fransworth stopped and turned purple in rage. He raised his hand and struck Tom hand across his face. "I mean it, Riddle, shut-up!"

When the reached the door leading to the Mourning Chamber Fransworth kicked it open and threw Tom inside. "I'll be back," Fransworth said, and he slammed the door.

Tom stood up and made his way over onto the only piece of furniture in the room, a dusty old bed, and lay down across it. The third beating this week! It was his record. He couldn't wait until school started so that he would away from this torture palace from hell! But it was only August 14th and to top it off he still needed his school supplies.

The door opened and Fransworth walked in, a belt in hand. "Shirt off!" he barked and Tom reluctantly did as he was told. "I swear one day I'll make you wish you were never born!" he growled as Tom turned around so his back was facing Fransworth.

"Too late," Tom muttered and he was hit hard across his shoulders. Tom gritted his teeth as he was hit again and again. It was even worse this time for he still had cuts and welts from the previous two times he had been punished this week.

When no sound came from his mouth for three minutes Fransworth began hitting him harder in hopes of breaking him. But a child that would show no sign that he or she was in pain wasn't much fun for Mr. Fransworth. So after ten minutes he left, telling Tom that he would be staying in the room for a week, one meal a day if he was lucky.

Tom shivered from the cold but didn't bother to put his orphanage shirt on; he never wanted to again. This place wasn't worth everything that he had been through. Slowly he made it back to the old bed and lay down carefully.

He hissed in pain as his new cuts and bruises came into contact with the dirty sheet. So what if they got infected. It wasn't his fault. After all he had seen his share of the world. If even half the world was like Mr. Fransworth why should he want to live in it? Was eleven too early of an age to die?

Tom stared around the room. It wasn't much to look at seeing as it was gray with spots of what he guessed were old and dried blood on the floor. He looked over to where he had been standing. There was a fresh trail of drops of blood leading from where he had been beaten to where he was now lying.

Turning onto his side, he closed his eyes. When he didn't fall asleep he flipped back onto his back and he began massaging his face where he had been hit. It took over a half an hour but he actually fell asleep…