Of Power and Opposition

by Sutoriitoenzeru-Street Angel

AU Harry's parents died in a carcrash and grew up with abusive relatives. Choices he made lead him to becoming the Dark Lord. Tom Riddle, his mother died giving birth to him leaving him in an orphanage, his detiny is to defeat the Dark Lord but will his l

2. Tom Marvolo Riddle

Title: Of Power and Opposition

Summary: AU Harry's parents died in a carcrash and grew up with abusive relatives. Choices he made lead him to becoming the Dark Lord. Tom Riddle, his mother died giving birth to him leaving him in an orphanage, his detiny is to defeat the Dark Lord but will his lust for power drive him to a different end? HPTR

Rating: PG-13

Status: 2 chapter written, 2 chapter posted

Review count: 5

Pairings: Harry Potter x Tom Riddle

Notes: I was bored and trying to put off my biology so here you go although I swear, I am going off fanfiction

The children had long been ushered to bed but one of the sisters sat up reading by the fire. The rain pounded on the large window that let un-needed light from the street come in. The sister was startled from her reading my movement that she saw out of the corner of her eye. Suddenly, there was a thud against the front door.

The sister rushed to it and gazed out through the view but could see nothing, she opened the door anyway and barely had time to catch what fell through. A woman, her stomach bulging and blood and fluid running down her legs had collapsed against the door. Her skirt and blouse torn in places and soaked through, suddenly she let out a frightful scream and begged for help, her breathing laboured and sweat pouring down her forehead.

The sister gave a cry and lights went on upstairs. Some of the sisters went to work keeping the children in their beds, this was none of their concern. One made for the phone to call an ambulance and another, who had had prior experience as a mid-wife, rushed to aid the woman.

The ambulance got there and the men in white jumped out, rushed in and ushered to the woman's side by an anxious sister. But they were too late, the woman was dead, her bleeding hadn't stopped and pain had been too great. But the child lived. Crying and with his eyes tightly shut the baby flailed in the arms of one of the sisters.

The ambulance carried off the mother and the baby was wrapped in blankets, it would be difficult to raise but they would manage.

The years past and the boy grew, dark ebony hair and slanted, cold eyes of brown, verging on red formed. The sisters had told him the dieing words of his mother had been 'Tom Marvolo Riddle' and so he had been named as such. With no knowledge of the identity of his father and only vague descriptions of his mother from the sisters to go by Tom had to make his own way in life.

Over time Tom learnt the natures of those around him and manipulated them accordingly so that he got his way. Tom liked a secure environment so when wishful parents looked his way he made a scene, he made sure that no one adopted him. Sure he hated it here, he hated the sisters with their rules, he hated the confinement, he hated the other children who went nearly as mentally developed as he but he liked the power more. Power is what Tom wanted and when, at eleven, he met a man called Albus Dumbledore and heard of the Dark Lord, he new how to go about getting it.

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You would do well not to expect any immediate updates, I may even quit fanfiction altogether...it served its purpose.