Year One: A New Life
By Pussin Boots
I own nothing, well, at least not Tom Riddle, Dumbledore, Hagrid, Sirus, James, Peter, Remus, Lilly, in other words, no one you have heard of…
"The Redbrick House"
Tom examined the crack in the window; he knew that it would cause trouble for him. It's not like HE broke it, but like Harriet would believe him. He just sighed and walked away from the window. For a boy of 11 he had gotten into TONS of trouble, not that it was all his fault, only some of it was. Yes, he did pick pocket that man on the street, but, it being his first time, he was caught and sent back to the orphanage. Not all orphanages are bad places, just every one he went to.
For some reason, all the boys at the orphanages who "ran" it hated him, in fact, the first day he came to this orphanage, "The Redbrick House", he had gotten beat up. Tom, not being the weak type, fought back, but what's a guy to do when there are seven people on top of you?
Tom didn't get the best accommodations either, far from it, he had gotten the worst room, "You have to work to get the good rooms", or so Harriet had said. Harriet was the person in charge of the orphanage. This Harriet was a he, not very fond of his name though, and I don't wonder why. Harriet was the kind of man you avoided. His definition of work was different from the normal persons. His definition was sleeping. Almost all the children in the orphanage had slept with him. Tom never did sleep in his company, he didn't want a good room THAT badly, and Harriet hated him for it.
No one dared to snitch on Harriet, for fear of what Harriet would do, so they just let it slide. Tom sighed and went over to his bed, simply a cot in the only part of the room that wouldn't run into the door. Like I said, he didn't have the best room. Tom grabbed his brown, old summer jacket from the bed and put it on over his blue tee shirt. He wore a pair of corduroy painter's pants; there were holes in the knees. His hair was a sandy blond, almost brown, and sure to turn brown in a year or so. His eyes were brown and he had a fairly pale complexion.
"I think I'll go outside and see if I can find a place to think away from all this mess", Tom said to himself, he had grown VERY accustomed to talking to himself this past year. Tom ran out the door of the house and walked towards the graveyard at the edge of "The Redbrick House" and sat against his favorite tomb stone.
His favorite tombstone was the oldest one. He sat and looked up at the sky when he saw an owl flying right for him! He had never seen a barn owl in his life, but he HAD read about them.
'I thought they were only in the States', thought Tom, then, WACK, he as down.
Okay, I made the first one REALLY short on account' a I wasn't shore anyone would be interested in this… Well, should I continue?
