There is a real author though it is not me. She Is quite gifted and enchanted each and everyone of us in her own way. We all know whom she is and I believe that most of us would like to meet her if we have not. Though this is not her material, it is a parody, and quite in its own way a fake of a fake. It could be considered a dream. But isn't it known? Dreams can come true?

Prequel

Before the boy whom lived. Before the threat of He whom must not be named. But certainly not before the time of Albus Dumbledore. A mother had just given birth to her child. The mother of this child was filled with tears. Her husband left him after before the child was born. But it would not get her down She was sad but that was not why she was crying. She was happy. She had given birth to her dear child and would not be alone. She said to the doctor "His name is Tom Marvolo Riddle." She then fell unconscious, her life force, spent. She was in labor for over 30 hours. But it had been worth it. The only problem was of coarse that… She had given birth to her child in a muggle hospital.

Chapter 1

The letter

"Thomas… Thomas… where are you?" A middle aged woman with black hair and wearing to what appears a nun's outfit was looking around. She was a highly devoted to her religion while she spent time helping the church's orphanage. She was of coarse looking for Tom riddle. She gives a slight smirk and turns around in the room. Her eyes flick across the entrance of the ventilation shaft and spots Tom holed up in there. "There you are again!" "How many times must I tell you not to go in there!" Much to his surprise she pulls a trick catch which opens a small doorway out of the shaft so he can crawl out. "When did that get put in" Tom asked in awe. "Well I was tired of getting the screwdriver and opening it up for you, I had a trapdoor specially installed with a special lock opening in case u get in there again. What were you doing in there anyways?" "He was picking on me again" Tom said with a slight tremble. "and it wasn't just him this time either. It was all of them. They all turned on me. They hate me! Why must they hate me" Tom said with a slight hint of despair. " Now now Thomas, lets not get carried away. The other children are just over excited with their play. They don't really hate you. Now, I have gotten a letter especially for you! Except it isn't any ordinary letter, It is a letter from a school." Tom looked up with curiosity in his eyes. He has been waiting to get away from this place. He hated it here. The other kids picked on him. It made him angry. He hated it with all of his heart because he was always left out. They made fun of him because he was smart. If he went to a school where they were not at, he could start over. A new slate is all he wanted. What he got was something totally different from what he expected. She handed him an envelope which was kind of heavy for an envelope. It had a rich texture and it read on the front,

Mr. T. Riddle

The Second room from the hallway

Saint Mary's Orphanage

Little Hangleton

It was written in an Emerald ink. He flicked it over and gazed upon a wax seal bearing of a coat of arms with some animals about it. Tom opened the envelope which produced two letters. The first one said.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL

Of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Armando Dippet

(Order of Merlin, Second Class, ex-Auror

For 13 years, and 4 time champion of

National Wizards duelers)

Dear Mr. Riddle,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore, Deputy Headmaster

"Witchcraft and Wizardry……then…magic…?" " Yes, you would be attending a school to learn and master magic." His other letter stated the books and equipment that he needed. He wondered how would he afford such things? How would he do any of these things? "So do you want to be a wizard like or would you like to go to ordinary school?" Tom thought about this for a while and decided. He wanted to learn magic. He has been getting into that shaft and then closing it behind him without replacing the hinges or anything. He has been doing other odd things but mostly. He wanted to not be laughed at. "But how will I pay for this?" "Well your mother has a bank account in a wizard town. It's not much but it will be enough to get some things. I have some other money I have put away in case any of the children here have been accepted as wizards." "Unfortunately it is not much. A good deal of your supplies will be second hand. But, I've noticed you are a bright child. I believe that you would go far in the world with magic. So get dressed because we are going into town tomorrow. "Ill send off an owl telling them that you will attend the school." "Tom I must tell you something else though." She watched as his dark brown eyes stared up at her in anticipation. "Your mother was a witch whom went to the very school you are going. She was a good witch but fell in love with a muggle." "a muggle" Tom asked. "Yes a muggle is a person whom cannot cast magic and do not belong with us. Our kind decided to split away from them because the muggles would then depend on us." Tom thought about this and then said "Thank you Miss Laura." As he ran out of the room Laura noticed something she hadn't seen Tom do in a long time. He smiled.