Hi guys! Hope you liked the first chapter – here's a second, coming right up! I forgot to mention last time, but I don't own anyone except E(Lenore)! Plz don't use her without my permission and plz plz do R n R! If you review my fic I promise to review yours! Thanks guys! Peace + love!

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CHAPTER TWO (or sort of chapter one cause the other one was kind of an introduction) – RAVENHILL ORPHANAGE

Voldemort stood outside the dingsy building, staring up at its gothic turrets and Victorian balconies. It looked like a haunted house at a fairground, or a stately manor, fallen in to disrepair. The windows were illuminated, but borded up by what looked like old packing crates and newspaper. A tiny bit of light shon through them. In the garden, mangy cats scrounged for scraps around tipped over dustbins, spewing rubbish in to the weeds and cracked pavement.

He walked up to the door, and knocked using the big brass knocker.

A thin, boney woman answered the door. Her hair was pulled back in a bun making her look unfriendly and mean. Voldemort eyed her almost hungrily.

"YES?" she snapped "Can I help you? It's a bit late for a health inspection, you know, mr….?"

"Riddle." Voldemort managed to say the name without too much disgust. In the years since his ritual in the graveyard his looks had returned to him, at least somewhat. His eyes were still red, so he wore dark glasses.

"I don't know a Mr Riddle, sorry."

"They won't think very kindly of you if you don't let me in…" his tone was pleasant, with an underlying menace. The woman stepped back fro mthe door, admitting him in to the orphanage.

"Alright, alright…but I'll be calling your supervisor tomorrow, this is unprecede-…"

Voldemort did not like being scolded like a child. There was a flash of green light, and the woman lay dead on the floor. Taking a moment to check for sounds of other humans in the immediate area (there were none) Voldmort stalked off in to the darkness.

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Upstairs in her room, Orphan#88, Elenore Brown, was getting ready for bed. She pulled off her plain gray smock and reached for her standard issue cotton nighty, pulling it over her dark head. Her hair was surprisingly glossy and clean for an orphan, despite the fact that she was only permitted tow ash it once a week. Her crystalline blue eyes stared out blankly at the other rows of cots, their occupants already snoring soundly. Her dark brows furrowed. She hated this place.

There was an odd glow of light from the hallway, and a muffled scream. Elenore turned just in time to see a man enter the room. He was tall, with dark hair, wearing an oddly old fashioned suit and dark glasses. She blinked up at him, her ivory skin shining slightly I nthe dim light. She wasn't afraid.

Voldemort smiled, slowly. This was her. This was the one. He knew it immediately.

"Elenore?"

"…yes?"

"You're coming with me."

Hesitantly, he removed his glasses. His eyes flashed red. Elenore smiled the same slow smile he had smiled just a moment before.

"….youre the lonely man. The one I've been dreaming about. Aren't you?"

He seemed surprise. He hadn't expected this, so early. But he nodded.

"I'm going to take you away from here. I had to live in a place like this once…I know what it must have been like for you. But you don't need to worry anymore…"

He held out a thin, birdlike hand to her.

"Daddy is here."

Smiling, Elenore took the Dark Lord's hand, and allowed him to lead her in to the hall, stepping over the lifeless body of the night-nurse, without even noticing.

That's all for now! Stay tuned for chapter 2 or 3 where Elenore will grow up a bit and we will find out more of voldemort's plan for her!11