Pain chapter 2
`parseltongue`
'speaking'
'SHOUTING'
"thoughts"
'HARRY' she screamed internally as the child was approached by the lord, the fear and despair doubled as she stared in desperation. The Lord gently grabbed the dagger and the child looked up at him, pouting, the lord sighed inaudibly and lifted the child into his arms, the child giggled happily as he clung to the older man, the lord walked towards her gracefully and she noticed the child's face wrinkle with a frown of disgust and she flinched 'Hadri, child, do you know who she is' the lord asked as he coddled the child 'I don't, Tom' the child giggled 'she's your godmother' the lord answered and the child's face twisted into an angry frown 'godmother, like fareey godmother' 'yes, sweetheart, just like that' the lord said gently.
'I's not liking godmother, Tom' the child muttered, scowling at her 'it's ok if you don't like her, now why don't you help me reform her, I'll get you your new dagger' 'yes, yse, I'll help, me promise' the child insisted 'very well' her heart shattered into a million pieces as she stared at her son, the only feature that still remained to him being her son was bright 'AK' green eyes, the child now had curly black hair, prominent cheekbones, a thin, lithe and aristocratic bone structure, plump pink lips and the most noticeable of all was a red rose spanning the length off his right forearm.
She squinted, trying to make out the writing she knew that would be there. The child was still clinging and whining to the lord about daggers when she caught the words, and gaped in horror and disbelief "TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE"
