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Chapter One : In the beginning
Tom Marvolo Riddle loved his mother. She had dark blue eyes rimmed with the darkest blue, and fine, soft, platinum hair. Tom's favorite thing about his mother was her hair. He loved the feel of it between his fingers, the way it smelled of jasmine and clover. Matilda Riddle loved her son in return; though she sometimes looked at him with disgust, all too well remembering the man that had left her. It was on one of these occasions, as Tom entered her room, that she told her son of his repulsive father. Tom crawled into his mother's lap and rested his head against his mother's breast. Matilda brought a hand to Tom's head, softly stroking the soft tendrils of black hair.
"You have your father's hair." She whispered unintentionally. Anger and sorrow rose in her, and she cursed herself for bringing up the painful thought.
"What was my father like, mum?" Tom asked innocently.
"He was tall, and dashingly handsome…" She whispered, her eyes glazing over.
"Why is he not here with us mummy?"
His mother's eyes hardened, and she looked down at him with a scowl. "Your father left us Tom. He left us because- because… of Mummy's wand…"
Tom's eyes ventured to the slim willow wand that lay on his mother's vanity table. "Why mum?"
Matilda messaged her temples. She considered sending the boy away… but he needed to know.
"Your father found it, Tom. I never meant for him to see it, but… My parents had warned me of course. 'That muggle will not respect you, he'll send you away if he discovers your abilities, Matilda.'" She mimicked.
Tom did not like the way his mother's face was contorting. He was scared of what was going through her mind. He laid his hand over his mother's, hoping to calm her. His mother was silent for awhile, and Tom was hopeful that she was done, but she looked up, and continued with a vengeance.
"He was angry beyond belief. I told him it was just a stick of wood. He asked why I had hid it. I broke down and begged him not to leave me… I told him I was with child, the son he had dreamed of. He spat at me, telling me he did not want my cursed child. He told me I would go to hell for my witchcraft." She paused, blinking hard to keep the tears at bay. "He hit me across the face, leaving a gash from the ring he wore… his wedding band…" She gently touched a white line across her cheek. "I scrambled for the wand he had thrown to the floor… I told him not to hit me ever again… He went for the door, and I begged him not to leave. He showed no mercy… He left me with you Tom, my parents had publicly disowned me, I had no inheritance, nothing but his name and child, without a penny to that name." She began shake then, and Tom wrapped his arms around his mother, trying to console her. Matilda pushed her son off of her and covered her face. "Go to bed, Tom, don't disturb me again tonight."
Tom obeyed his mother. His mother told him that all they had left was their pride, and that he had to be an obedient, proper child to keep the pride. So he lay in his bed, not leaving his room, even when he heard the shatter of glass. The small, dirty apartment was silent from then on.
The next morning, Tom awoke hoping to see his mother awake and cheerful once again. To his disappointment, he found her door closed and locked. He sank down against the door, waiting patiently for his mother to awake. Several hours passed and his mother still had not made a sound from within her room. Tom knocked cautiously on the door. "Mummy? Are you awake yet?" He called gently. There was no answer. He leaned his head against the door and waited once again. As he watched the sun set through the grimy window of the apartment, he became impatient. He stood and knocked heartily on the door. "Mother! Please come out!" He said loudly through the door. No sound came from the room. Tom began to fear for his mother, she did not stay angry this long. "Mother!" He yelled, and the door exploded. Tom was not exactly sure how this happened, but he stepped gingerly into the room. "Mum?" He coughed, trying to see through the dust. As the filth settled, he face contorted in horror…
Matilda Riddle hung from the ceiling, her body limp and eyes open and unblinking. A broken bottle of Firewhisky lay shattered across the floor. Tom went forward hesitantly, stepping carefully over the glass, and touched his fingers to his mother's delicate hand. He drew it away quickly when he realized it was icy cold. Her wand hung in her hand, and Tom gently removed it.
"Mother…" He whispered. "What did this to you, mummy?" He looked into his mother's dark blue eyes, eyes that he shared… and the answer was whispered to him. Your father… your muggle father… Determination hardened the little boy's face. "He will pay, mother! I will make him pay!" Tom shouted.
Tom then used the wand and a spell he'd seen his mother use ("Wingardium Leviosa.") to lower her down. He looked at her face as she lay on her bed, her eyes eternally staring. He reached forward and gently closed her eyes, placing a tender kiss on her cheek.
Even as young as Tom was, he knew better than to stick around when there was a death to be blamed for. So he fled his mother's side, into the streets. Only six-years-old, and plotting his first murder.
A/N: Please review… This is my first Harry Potter fic, and mainly a WIP. So please tell me what you think.