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Three days had passed as quick as lightening much to my excitement! Joe Ryder was treating me well since Archie Jorkins modified his memory and as a result everything was going very smoothly.
"Tom! Your uncle has come to pick you up!" cried Joe up the stairs as I dragged my trunk from my attic room.
Other boys in the orphanage were looking enviously at my departure and I felt sorry for them.
"Need a hand?" asked the familiar voice of Archie and I smiled.
"I think, I'll need a whole person, not just a hand to help me with this lot," I answered in good humour.
Ever since our shopping at Diagon Alley, the amount of belongings that I had owned had increased!
Now I possessed new robes, new books, a wand (which I constantly gazed and polished like a new found treasure) and new equipment. (Cauldrons, caskets etc...) Oh and my new owl! (Who I named 'Ozir')
"Hurry up, the car's going to take us," replied Archie.
So I dumped my baggage swiftly into the trunk and got seated inside, happy go lucky at my new adventure.
I looked around light heartedly... all of this seemed like a fairy tale to me. I almost imagined myself as Cinderella or should I say 'Cinderfella' because every second pumped adrenaline into my nerves.
I was terribly excited!
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The car stopped and we arrived at a small park much to astonishment.
"Alright. We get down here, Tom," stated Archie and waved at the driver after hauling out my baggage.
"Is this my new school? Aren't we supposed to be in a train station?" I asked raising my eyebrow.
"Yes, yes... We'll go to King's Cross in a moment. But right now we'd have to find the Portkey"
"What's a Portkey?"
"It's a transportation device used by Wizards. Usually it's disguised as a piece of rubbish so that muggles don't go picking them around."
"Ah here it is!" he exclaimed and held a banana peal for my inspection.
"That's a Portkey?" I choked feeling extremely flabbergasted.
"Yes child...Now hold on, we'll be off to King's Cross any moment now."
Trusting Archie's judgment I placed my finger on the slimy thing while Archie counted backwards after strapping my trunk to his shoulder by a spell. (Ozir's cage on the other hand was strapped to my back and I felt sure that if anyone had been looking at us at that moment, he or she'd probably had fainted.)
"Three, two, one, zero!"
There was a sudden jerk and I felt my feet kick off from the ground. Suddenly we were revolving in a dizzy circle.
"Argh!" I yelled as I lost my balance.
"C-R-A-S-H"
I felt backwards and the cage hit the marble floor making a tremendous noise.
"Look who just crash landed!" laughed someone and I got up to see an auburn haired boy pointing at me.
"Welcome to platform nine and three-quarters!" exclaimed Archie.
"Huh?"
"This is where you'll board the train called the 'Hogwart's Express,' Tom. "replied the Auror. "Of course typically we don't use Portkeys but simply lunge through the barrier after arriving at King's Cross. But you'd find that out next year, no doubt."
At the same moment, much to my amazement, I whirled around to see some students appear through a wall.
"That's the barrier," he stated. "This year all the first years have to use the Portkeys. However the others are more likely to arrive through that." The two boys whom I saw at Diagon Alley hurried over to me as soon as they saw Archie walking over to talk to another wizard.
"Hey, you're the chap we met at Diagon Alley right?" asked one of the identical twins.
"Yes..."
"My name is Rodolphus Marc Lestrange. And this is my sleazy brother Rabastan Zarken Lestrange," came in the introduction rather majestically.
"I'm Tom Marvolo Riddle."
"Riddle?" questioned Rabastan (Whom I mentioned before as 'Zarken') "Never heard of that name."
"Actually, I'm Tom Marvolo Slytherin, even though my christened last name is Riddle," I answered haughtily trying to build up an impression while recalling Mr. Ollivander's revelation regarding my Mother.
The two glanced at each other and gave reproachful looks.
"If you are a Slytherin, then you're bound to be sorted into Slytherin house, I reckon," answered Rodolphus.
"How's the Slytherin house like?" I asked trying to adopt the same air of self confidence as the twins displayed.
"Well it's okay... We plan to be sorted into that as well. Father says that the Slytherin house is the best and that we can become great wizards... But according to our relatives, Gryffindor and the other houses are far better off rank than Slytherin," put in Rabastan.
I groaned inwardly at that announcement... Yet a part of me raged at the thought that other houses were enhanced...
"Time to go!" shouted Rodolphus as we heaved our trunks up the steps and dragged them into a compartment.
A shrill whistle was heard and Archie got in at the last moment.
"Tom, I'd have to go in front and take my place in the Auror's compartment. Do you think you can be fine by yourself?" he asked.
"Sure..." I commented and moved to the edge so that I could get a clear view.
"Finally! I thought they would never go!" declared Rabastan making a face before closing the door of the compartment at the retreating back of some Aurors.
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Tom looked out. The sky was becoming cloudy and soon it began to rain heavily. Even the windows began to get steamy and lanterns were lit by midday owing to darkness which surrounded them.
"What would you prefer, Tom? Do you want some Cauldron cakes?" requested Rodolphus as the lunch trolley approached.
"I don't have any money..."
"Alright! Half dozen Cauldron cakes please!" cried Rodolphus from the witch who pulled the lunch trolley.
I turned my gaze away due to shame, unable to watch them eat.
"Here, have some..." replied Rabastan and handed me some cake.
"Thanks," I said genuinely surprised and touched by their kindness.
Soon we were all immersed in a warm hearted chatter and I began to feel quite happy.
"Call me Zark or Zarken, Tom..." commented Rabastan as he popped a chocolate frog in his mouth.
"Why?"
"I like my middle name... Sounds cool..."
"He has that because Rabastan sounds quite like rubbish," snorted his brother with a guffaw.
"Shut up Rudy!"
"You shut up, Mummy's baby..."
The ride went on and on like that while I feasted my senses on everything around me. To me this was the happiest moment of my life, where I had made new friends and a new beginning...
Even when it came to changing into uniforms, I felt a sense of exhilaration and a sense of belonging...
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Before I knew it, the train slowed down and came to an abrupt stop.
"All off board!" called a voice and I clutched Ozir's cage and dragged my trunk.
"Leave those in the train mate... Someone will take care of all that," stated Zarken.
Stepping down on the platform I gazed around.
"ALL FIRST YEARS, RIGHT THIS WAY PLEASE!" bellowed a voice and I looked ahead to see a muscular wizard holding a lantern.
"Get out of my way, you idiot!" snarled someone from behind as I felt my self being shoved roughly aside.
"Can't you say EXCUSE me?" I declared revolving around to stare into a pair of ice blue eyes.
"Ooooh my apologies! But actually 'excuse me' or any other words belonging to 'etiquette' aren't in my dictionary!" replied the boy to whom the blue eyes belonged to.
With a huff the fellow marched away followed by a couple of other boys behind him.
"That's Felix Potter. He's got a big head since he's old man is the Minister of Magic," said a short boy with brown hair.
He extended his hand. "I'm Jack Mockridge."
"Tom Riddle."
Talking to Jack, I strode towards the wizard who had called the first years. Archie on the other hand was nowhere to be seen.
"Aurors might be busy with their own business," added Zarken who had joined our company along with his brother.
The wind was very strong and it howled in our ears. The rain pelted down mercilessly and soaked us to the skin no matter how hard we tried to pull our cloaks around us.
"Hold on tight!" yelled the wizard but our boat looked as if it was on the verge of capsizing into cold grey water.
"I hate storms!" cried a voice from another boat and I turned to see a small boy, cowering in a boat.
I was nevertheless nonplussed by the terror of the journey; I was more concerned about the sight which lay in front of me...
Even with the raging storm going on, the Hogwart's castle towered grandiosely, looking ancient and powerful.
A surge of energy coursed through my veins... My clutch on the side of the boat tightened as we came nearer and nearer to our enchanted destination...
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A/N: Will continue soon as possible...
Three days had passed as quick as lightening much to my excitement! Joe Ryder was treating me well since Archie Jorkins modified his memory and as a result everything was going very smoothly.
"Tom! Your uncle has come to pick you up!" cried Joe up the stairs as I dragged my trunk from my attic room.
Other boys in the orphanage were looking enviously at my departure and I felt sorry for them.
"Need a hand?" asked the familiar voice of Archie and I smiled.
"I think, I'll need a whole person, not just a hand to help me with this lot," I answered in good humour.
Ever since our shopping at Diagon Alley, the amount of belongings that I had owned had increased!
Now I possessed new robes, new books, a wand (which I constantly gazed and polished like a new found treasure) and new equipment. (Cauldrons, caskets etc...) Oh and my new owl! (Who I named 'Ozir')
"Hurry up, the car's going to take us," replied Archie.
So I dumped my baggage swiftly into the trunk and got seated inside, happy go lucky at my new adventure.
I looked around light heartedly... all of this seemed like a fairy tale to me. I almost imagined myself as Cinderella or should I say 'Cinderfella' because every second pumped adrenaline into my nerves.
I was terribly excited!
!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!* !*!*!*!*!*
The car stopped and we arrived at a small park much to astonishment.
"Alright. We get down here, Tom," stated Archie and waved at the driver after hauling out my baggage.
"Is this my new school? Aren't we supposed to be in a train station?" I asked raising my eyebrow.
"Yes, yes... We'll go to King's Cross in a moment. But right now we'd have to find the Portkey"
"What's a Portkey?"
"It's a transportation device used by Wizards. Usually it's disguised as a piece of rubbish so that muggles don't go picking them around."
"Ah here it is!" he exclaimed and held a banana peal for my inspection.
"That's a Portkey?" I choked feeling extremely flabbergasted.
"Yes child...Now hold on, we'll be off to King's Cross any moment now."
Trusting Archie's judgment I placed my finger on the slimy thing while Archie counted backwards after strapping my trunk to his shoulder by a spell. (Ozir's cage on the other hand was strapped to my back and I felt sure that if anyone had been looking at us at that moment, he or she'd probably had fainted.)
"Three, two, one, zero!"
There was a sudden jerk and I felt my feet kick off from the ground. Suddenly we were revolving in a dizzy circle.
"Argh!" I yelled as I lost my balance.
"C-R-A-S-H"
I felt backwards and the cage hit the marble floor making a tremendous noise.
"Look who just crash landed!" laughed someone and I got up to see an auburn haired boy pointing at me.
"Welcome to platform nine and three-quarters!" exclaimed Archie.
"Huh?"
"This is where you'll board the train called the 'Hogwart's Express,' Tom. "replied the Auror. "Of course typically we don't use Portkeys but simply lunge through the barrier after arriving at King's Cross. But you'd find that out next year, no doubt."
At the same moment, much to my amazement, I whirled around to see some students appear through a wall.
"That's the barrier," he stated. "This year all the first years have to use the Portkeys. However the others are more likely to arrive through that." The two boys whom I saw at Diagon Alley hurried over to me as soon as they saw Archie walking over to talk to another wizard.
"Hey, you're the chap we met at Diagon Alley right?" asked one of the identical twins.
"Yes..."
"My name is Rodolphus Marc Lestrange. And this is my sleazy brother Rabastan Zarken Lestrange," came in the introduction rather majestically.
"I'm Tom Marvolo Riddle."
"Riddle?" questioned Rabastan (Whom I mentioned before as 'Zarken') "Never heard of that name."
"Actually, I'm Tom Marvolo Slytherin, even though my christened last name is Riddle," I answered haughtily trying to build up an impression while recalling Mr. Ollivander's revelation regarding my Mother.
The two glanced at each other and gave reproachful looks.
"If you are a Slytherin, then you're bound to be sorted into Slytherin house, I reckon," answered Rodolphus.
"How's the Slytherin house like?" I asked trying to adopt the same air of self confidence as the twins displayed.
"Well it's okay... We plan to be sorted into that as well. Father says that the Slytherin house is the best and that we can become great wizards... But according to our relatives, Gryffindor and the other houses are far better off rank than Slytherin," put in Rabastan.
I groaned inwardly at that announcement... Yet a part of me raged at the thought that other houses were enhanced...
"Time to go!" shouted Rodolphus as we heaved our trunks up the steps and dragged them into a compartment.
A shrill whistle was heard and Archie got in at the last moment.
"Tom, I'd have to go in front and take my place in the Auror's compartment. Do you think you can be fine by yourself?" he asked.
"Sure..." I commented and moved to the edge so that I could get a clear view.
"Finally! I thought they would never go!" declared Rabastan making a face before closing the door of the compartment at the retreating back of some Aurors.
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Tom looked out. The sky was becoming cloudy and soon it began to rain heavily. Even the windows began to get steamy and lanterns were lit by midday owing to darkness which surrounded them.
"What would you prefer, Tom? Do you want some Cauldron cakes?" requested Rodolphus as the lunch trolley approached.
"I don't have any money..."
"Alright! Half dozen Cauldron cakes please!" cried Rodolphus from the witch who pulled the lunch trolley.
I turned my gaze away due to shame, unable to watch them eat.
"Here, have some..." replied Rabastan and handed me some cake.
"Thanks," I said genuinely surprised and touched by their kindness.
Soon we were all immersed in a warm hearted chatter and I began to feel quite happy.
"Call me Zark or Zarken, Tom..." commented Rabastan as he popped a chocolate frog in his mouth.
"Why?"
"I like my middle name... Sounds cool..."
"He has that because Rabastan sounds quite like rubbish," snorted his brother with a guffaw.
"Shut up Rudy!"
"You shut up, Mummy's baby..."
The ride went on and on like that while I feasted my senses on everything around me. To me this was the happiest moment of my life, where I had made new friends and a new beginning...
Even when it came to changing into uniforms, I felt a sense of exhilaration and a sense of belonging...
!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!* !*!*!*!*!*
Before I knew it, the train slowed down and came to an abrupt stop.
"All off board!" called a voice and I clutched Ozir's cage and dragged my trunk.
"Leave those in the train mate... Someone will take care of all that," stated Zarken.
Stepping down on the platform I gazed around.
"ALL FIRST YEARS, RIGHT THIS WAY PLEASE!" bellowed a voice and I looked ahead to see a muscular wizard holding a lantern.
"Get out of my way, you idiot!" snarled someone from behind as I felt my self being shoved roughly aside.
"Can't you say EXCUSE me?" I declared revolving around to stare into a pair of ice blue eyes.
"Ooooh my apologies! But actually 'excuse me' or any other words belonging to 'etiquette' aren't in my dictionary!" replied the boy to whom the blue eyes belonged to.
With a huff the fellow marched away followed by a couple of other boys behind him.
"That's Felix Potter. He's got a big head since he's old man is the Minister of Magic," said a short boy with brown hair.
He extended his hand. "I'm Jack Mockridge."
"Tom Riddle."
Talking to Jack, I strode towards the wizard who had called the first years. Archie on the other hand was nowhere to be seen.
"Aurors might be busy with their own business," added Zarken who had joined our company along with his brother.
The wind was very strong and it howled in our ears. The rain pelted down mercilessly and soaked us to the skin no matter how hard we tried to pull our cloaks around us.
"Hold on tight!" yelled the wizard but our boat looked as if it was on the verge of capsizing into cold grey water.
"I hate storms!" cried a voice from another boat and I turned to see a small boy, cowering in a boat.
I was nevertheless nonplussed by the terror of the journey; I was more concerned about the sight which lay in front of me...
Even with the raging storm going on, the Hogwart's castle towered grandiosely, looking ancient and powerful.
A surge of energy coursed through my veins... My clutch on the side of the boat tightened as we came nearer and nearer to our enchanted destination...
!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!* !*!*!*!*!*
A/N: Will continue soon as possible...
