It was a cold, mysterious night at Hogwarts. Body-less skulls followed the little first years. Forest fires grew rapidly around the castle. Kitchen knives ominously floated freely around the halls. Fear blazed through the air like a foghorn. But that's how it always was at Hogwarts, you see, the professors always tried to make the students feel like they could be killed at any second of the day. That's how it was. The students didn't know, of course, and the professors found it quite amusing. It was often- well most of the time- the topic of conversation in the staff room. So today seemed to be an 'average' day at Hogwarts. An 'average' day meant different things for the Hogwarts students. For some, it meant flunking Potions class, maybe hexing the fat kids, or perhaps going to gasp 4th base in the restricted section of the library. But for second year Tom Riddle, it meant being made fun of for being lactose tolerant, metro sexual, and albino.
You see, Tom Marvolo Riddle wasn't exactly normal, in the sense on "Hogwarts normal." Growing up, he was a very angry child. He constantly got taunted and teased for his pale translucent skin, inability to consume dairy products, and the love of being "primped." Oh, and you can't forget his middle name. He got hell for his "marvelous" middle name. "What's that!? A muggle washing detergent!"
When Tom woke up, he began the day with his usual beauty regimen. First, he exfoliated his sensitive combination/acne prone skin. Then, he applied a light Neutrogena self tanner to his pale, pale, freakish skin. He followed with a some swipes of his prized Benefit Georgia, which gave him a pretty peach glow. If he had time, he would give himself a manicure. Now back to the story.
Growing up, Tom never had a girlfriend. But, there was one person he loved, who stood up for him when things were REALLY bad. Her name was Lily Evans.
Lily Evans was known by some for her "beaver" or "animal-like" behavior. She was hairy all over, and stayed that way, no matter how many times she tried to fix herself with spells. That was probably because she took loads of beaver tranquilizer. She was also rumored to have rabies. Thought she looked quite disgusting on the outside, Tom found her inner beauty irresistible
In addition to his love for Lily, the young-boy-who-i-would-rather-not-name, had a growing crush on somebody quite different. To his close friends, he was known as wormtail.
Wormtail was a late bloomer, but simply gorgeous. Tom envied Wormtail (AKA Peter Pedigrew)'s closest friends, James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin. He longed for Peter's body.
As Tom was nearing his pubescent years, he found himself constantly waking up with wet sheets. He dreamed about Lily's gorgeous fur and eyes, and Wormtail's firm buttocks.
For years he trained to become an animagus, the animal he took the form of, was a giraffe. Why did he train so hard to blend in with nature you ask? It was for the love. Sometimes TMR would sneak past the Fat Lady in the picture, into the Gryffindor common room, up the stairs, and into the room Wormtail shared with his best friends. He would sit for hours unnoticed next to the bed watching Wormtail sleep, and if he was lucky, change his robes.
He also had a strange reoccurring dream, involving a Spider Monkey Puppet named Marty, and can of spray mount, but we'll get to that later.
