Tom was lying on his cot, staring up at the ceiling when Ms. Mossley entered the room looking for him. "Tom, you have a letter." Tom sat up suddenly.

            "A letter?" He scrambled forward and the woman handed it to him and Tom stared at the front.

Tom Marvolo Riddle

Mossley's Boy Orphanage, London

8th Cot From the Door

He was going to Hogwarts. He couldn't help but feel a bubbly rush in the pit of his stomach.

"Well, Are you going to open it?" The woman asked

"Not while you're here." Tom snapped

The woman glared at him, and made to take the letter away but Tom moved quickly out of her reach. With one last glare she left, and Tom carefully opened the thick envelope. There were three letters: One informed him he had been accepted to Hogwarts, Another was a list of things he would need, and the last was a letter from Professor Dumbledore. It read:

Dear Tom Riddle,

I would like to inform you that I will be coming to get you August 31st to get your school supplies and proceed to King's Cross Station the next day. See you soon.

Professor Albus Dumbledore

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            August 31st came quicker than Tom had expected. When the morning came, Tom was up, packed and prepared to leave. Professor Dumbledore arrived at 11 A.M. sharp, and quickly ushered Tom away.

            Once they were in Diagon Alley, Dumbledore suggested getting Tom's wand first. Tom frowned. "I have a wand already." He said quietly.

Dumbledore looked at him carefully, raising one eyebrow. "How did you get your hands on this wand?"

"It was my mother's wand." He said simply.

Dumbledore frowned. "Mr. Riddle, I will need to confiscate that wand."

Tom stared at the professor in disbelief and anger. "I want to use it!" He protested.

"It is not safe to use a dead witch or wizards wand, or, for that matter, for it to remain in existence. They are temper mental and can do harm." Dumbledore explained.

It did not matter to Tom that Dumbledore was expressing concern for him, doing what he though best. All Tom could see was that he hated Dumbledore, and he was unyielding in this bitter dislike for his new teacher.

The first shop they entered was the wand shop, a narrow shop with gold lettering that read Ollivanders: Makers of Fine Wands since 382 B.C. Tom thought that the lettering looked as though it would soon be peeling, and needed to be re-done. A handsome man with fair hair and large, pale silver eyes stood behind the counter. Tom stepped forward and introduced himself.

"Tom Riddle." He said, holding his hand out.

"Hello Sir, Mr. Ollivander. Here to buy your wand for Hogwarts, I take it." It was a statement, not a question. Tom nodded, and they began the process. Much later, they had gone through several wands, Mr. Ollivander picked up one box from the back. It was dusty and looked as though it hadn't been taken out or tested in years. Ollivander brought it forward.

"Yew, Thirteen-and-a-half inches. Very powerful wand, Mr. Riddle. Give this a wave."

Tom took the wand, and felt warmth in his fingers, waving it gently, silver and green sparks emitted from the tip.

"Very good. Thirteen-and-a-half inches, Yew, Phoenix Feather core. Such a powerful wand, you shall be an incredible wizard one day, Mr. Riddle." Ollivander said, boxing the wand.

"I know." Tom said simply. Dumbledore, who had been quiet the whole time, looked up and watched Tom, his eyes sparkling mysteriously.

To Platform 9¾

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The next day Dumbledore took Tom to King's Cross Station. He told Tom of the barrier between nine and ten. Tom was skeptical of the older man, but he did not say so. Dumbledore apparated out and left Tom to his own. The boy walked to platform nine and looked at the barrier. Taking his trolley, he leaned carefully against the barrier, and felt himself slip through. He looked around him to see people, presumably students, milling about.

Tom felt a smirk cross his lips. He was finally in the company of people who deserved him. No more filthy muggles.

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A/N – It has been brought to my attention- actually I noticed bitterly, that I wasn't getting any reviews. None! I'm rather fond of this story, I think it rather good. Are people just not reading it? Please, Please REVIEW! I'm feeling rather disheartened that I haven't gotten any.

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