Here's another random story:)
Tom's First and Last Love
When Tom Marvolo Riddle was only a seven-year-old little boy, he fell in love with another little girl his same age. Her name was Clarissa Circe Elizabeth Hecate Leona Helen Eyre XI. She was a little girl who was very, very proud of her noble name. One day, she managed to escape from her huge mansion and was sauntering down the streets. Suddenly, for no apparent reason, she bumped into a handsome little boy her age!
"Hello boy," said Clarissa Circe Elizabeth Hecate Leona Helen Eyre XI in a very grand and majestic way. She offered his hand for him to kiss. Instead, he shook it. Clarissa Circe Elizabeth Hecate Leona Helen Eyre XI recoiled at his coarseness.
"You were supposed to kiss it!" chastised Clarissa Circe Elizabeth Hecate Leona Helen Eyre XI.
"Was I?" gasped Tom Marvolo Riddle. "I'm sorry!" He was awed by the majestic figure this girl cut, even though she was a bit shorter than he was. She wore a lovely pink gown covered in lace and ribbon, and a fur jacket. Her blond hair was done up in curls and showered abundantly with faux flowers and pink bows. However, her face was pug-nosed and freckled, but Tom did not care. She looked rich! Tom bent down obediantly to kiss her hand. The little girl smiled with satisfaction.
"My name is Clarissa Circe Elizabeth Hecate Leona Helen Eyre XI," she proclaimed snottily. "It's a name that's been handed down over many generations because I am born into a noble and affluent family, which means that I am very rich."
It was then that Tom fell hopelessly in love with her. Not to be outdone, he decided to lie about his name.
"My name," began Tom in a very regal manner, "Is Francis Napoleon Henry George Tudor XXV!"
"Wow! I bet you're as rich as me!" cried Clarissa Circe Elizabeth Hecate Leona Helen Eyre XI."
"Yes," replied Tom firmly, "But I'm only wearing these raggedy clothes because I'm in disguise since I wanted to get away from my one thousand servants."
"One thousand servants?" gasped Clarissa Circe Elizabeth Hecate Leona Helen Eyre XI with her piggish eyes as round as Ferris Wheels, "I only have three hundred!"
"That's okay," said Tom in a very superior manner, "I'll let you borrow some if you want."
Clarissa Circe Elizabeth Hecate Leona Helen Eyre XI decided that she liked this boy.
"Perhaps," said she imperiously, "we can get married. Why don't you come over to my mansion that's about as big as England and ask for my hand in marriage?"
"Ok!"
The two children walked hand-in-hand toward Clarissa Circe Elizabeth Hecate Leona Helen Eyre XI's un-humble abode and chatted happily as they walked. Tom felt that he had never met anyone quite like her in his whole entire life. She was meant for him! Her wealth made her peerlessly beautiful, and he loved her superior attitude that was fit for a queen. She was worthy to stand beside him.
"I have my own bank account," boasted Clarissa Circe Elizabeth Hecate Leona Helen Eyre XI, "and it has twenty million dollars in it!"
"That's not much," responded Tom, "I have twenty BILLION!"
"Well my daddy just bought me my own fashion line! It sells clothes with my beautiful face on it! Daddy says that it's doing pretty well!"
"Well my dad just bought me an entire country, and I'm ruling it as king!"
"I'll be your queen then! I'm going to make everyone buy clothes with my face on it, and everyone has to wear pink! Did you know, pink is my favorite color!"
"Oh really? You look beautiful in pink!"
"Heehee, I know that!"
They continued to walk until they reached an enormous hill.
"That's my mansion on top of that! It cost my daddy about two billion dollars!" informed Clarissa Circe Elizabeth Hecate Leona Helen Eyre XI haughtily.
"My mansion is actually a castle, and it cost my dad about a hundred zillion pounds!" claimed Tom.
"Wow! I guess marrying you would make me a princess!" giggled Clarissa Circe Elizabeth Hecate Leona Helen Eyre XI. "Oh look! One of my servants is right there!" She pointed to a harassed looking man with messy hair, who was running around frantically. He spotted the little girl.
"Miss Clarissa Circe Elizabeth Hecate Leona Helen Eyre XI!" cried the man with evident relief in his voice, "We've been looking all over for you! Where have you been?"
"I refuse to answer such a boorish little man," declared the bratty heiress with a toss of her curly blond head, "Bring me to daddy. Carry me and my husband here. I refuse to walk up this hill." The wretched man sighed unhappily and complied. He picked up Clarissa Circe Elizabeth Hecate Leona Helen Eyre XI obligingly, and turned to Tom. Tom glared at him.
"No thanks. I'll walk," announced Tom scornfully. The man sighed. He hated his job, but he needed the money.
They reached the mansion, and entered it. The servants bowed as the heiress was carried past them. They wondered about the handsome boy in the threadbare clothing, but dared not ask.
"Daddy!" screeched Clarissa Circe Elizabeth Hecate Leona Helen Eyre XI when she caught sight of a tall, handsome man in a suit.
"Darling!" cried the man, "I've been looking all over for you! Where have you been?"
"Daddy!" shrieked Clarissa Circe Elizabeth Hecate Leona Helen Eyre XI, "I've just met the most wonderful boy! He's really rich! I want him to be my husband!"
Mr. Eyre, looked down at Tom thoughtfully. He sure did NOT look rich!
"What is your name little boy?" demanded Mr. Eyre. Luckily, Tom, because he was so smart, remembered his ultra long name.
"It's Francis Napoleon Henry George Tudor XXV!" announced Tom.
"Hm… interesting…" murmured Mr. Eyre. He stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Would you like to be escorted to your home?"
"No thank you Mr. Eyre," replied Tom fluidly, "I prefer walking."
Tom turned around and went home.
"He seems to be a polite little boy," remarked Mr. Eyre to his daughter.
"Yes father! He's really rich too! His daddy bought him an entire country! I want one too! I only have a stupid old fashion line! And his daddy has a house that cost about a hundred zillion pounds! Why don't we have one? And he has twenty BILLION in his very own bank account!" gushed Clarissa Circe Elizabeth Hecate Leona Helen Eyre XI.
"That's nice darling. I'll buy you whatever you want," said Mr. Eyre affectionately. He spoiled his daughter way too much. "Run along now." Clarissa Circe Elizabeth Hecate Leona Helen Eyre XI complied and ran off to play with her hundreds of ponies.
Hm… thought Mr. Eyre, that boy sounds a bit fishy. I thought I knew all the wealthy people living around here. I better do a background check!
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The next day, Tom woke up nice and early to see his fiancée, Clarissa Circe Elizabeth Hecate Leona Helen Eyre XI. He snuck out of the orphanage, and began the long journey to Clarissa Circe Elizabeth Hecate Leona Helen Eyre XI's mansion on the top of the massive hill. About two hours later, he finally reached it.
Ding Dong went the bell. The butler opened the door.
"Who are you little boy?" demanded the butler in a very contemptuous manner. Tom vowed that after he married his true love, he'd fire the butler.
"It's Francis Napoleon Henry George Tudor XXV," replied Tom stiffly.
"We've been expecting you," smirked the butler nastily. "Come in."
With an ominous feeling, Tom followed the snobbish butler into the mansion and to a large, ornate door. The butler knocked on it.
"Sir," called the butler, "Master Francis Napoleon Henry George Tudor XXV has come to see you!"
"Come in," commanded the voice of Mr. Eyre. The butler led Tom into the room, where Mr. Eyre was sitting at his desk.
"Hello Mr. Eyre," greeted Tom politely.
"Hello Francis Napoleon Henry George Tudor XXV," smirked Mr. Eyre, "or should I say TOM!" Tom jolted in shock at being found out.
"How…?" gasped Tom, his eyes wide.
"I had you tailed," smiled Mr. Eyre disagreeably, "And I know you live in an orphanage! Say bye bye to your dreams of marrying my precious daughter! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Mr. Eyre began to laugh evilly and maniacally.
"You butt-headed ugly old man!" screamed Tom, losing control.
"Is that all you can say you nasty, bulbous little maggot?" retorted Mr. Eyre.
"You purple-bellied pimple!"
"You oozing midget flea!"
"You're a repulsive rubbishy old fart!"
"Enough of this!" snapped Mr. Eyre. "I am going to call in my gorgeous daughter, Clarissa Circe Elizabeth Hecate Leona Helen Eyre XI. Let's see what she thinks of this! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Mr. Eyre threw back his head and laughed and laughed and laughed.
"Call in my daughter you lowly worm!" yelled Mr. Eyre at his butler, who was standing stiffly beside the door.
"Yes sir!" the butler turned and disappeared. Tom gulped with apprehension. He felt that his heart was breaking, and he readied himself for the look of betrayal that he would soon see on his darling's pug-nosed face. Tom could feel the tears beginning to sting his eyes.
"You called me father?" asked Clarissa Circe Elizabeth Hecate Leona Helen Eyre XI primly. Then she caught sight of Tom.
"Father! You agreed!" shrieked Clarissa Circe Elizabeth Hecate Leona Helen Eyre XI. She threw herself into her father's arms and squeezed the breath out of him. Tom could feel his pulse rate increasing, due to either anxiety or from seeing his love. It was most likely the former.
"I'm sorry darling," sighed Mr. Eyre. He looked down at his daughter. "This boy is not who you think he is."
"What do you mean father?" queried the blond little girl with her piggish eyes staring up at her father.
"Well…" Mr. Eyre paused dramatically. "He's actually a COMMONER!" Mr. Eyre pointed at Tom as if he were a god condemning a bad man to hell. His eyes bulged impressively.
"No!" gasped Clarissa Circe Elizabeth Hecate Leona Helen Eyre XI. "He can't be! Francis Napoleon Henry George Tudor XXV! Tell me it isn't true!"
"It isn't true," said Tom.
"He's LYING!" hollered Mr. Eyre. "You were about to marry a lying little lout!"
"But father! I love him!" screeched Clarissa Circe Elizabeth Hecate Leona Helen Eyre XI. "He's still a noble! His name is Francis Napoleon Henry George Tudor XXV!" She ran over and hugged Tom.
"What if…" hissed Mr. Eyre, "I told you his real name is TOM!"
Clarissa Circe Elizabeth Hecate Leona Helen Eyre XI jerked away from Tom.
"Is that true Tom?" exclaimed the brat.
"No," responded Tom.
"Ask him to show you a birth certificate! You can tell he's lying then! Nobles ALWAYS carry their birth certificates around to show people!" shouted Mr. Eyre.
"Oops," said Tom, "I must have left it at home in my huge castle."
"Father! He left it at home! Please stop questioning him like this!" pleaded Clarissa Circe Elizabeth Hecate Leona Helen Eyre XI.
"I have his REAL birth certificate! He's an orphan! His mother died giving birth to him!" cried Mr. Eyre. Mr. Eyre produced a huge file and took out a single sheet of paper. He waved it around excitedly.
"Let me see that daddy!" shrieked Clarissa Circe Elizabeth Hecate Leona Helen Eyre XI. Mr. Eyre handed it to her. The pug-nosed girl stared at the paper for a minute. "Er… daddy? I can't read," she said.
"See?" bellowed Mr. Eyre pointing to a spot on the birth certificate, "See? His name only has three words in it! And his first name only has three letters!"
"Oh I see!" acknowledged Clarissa Circe Elizabeth Hecate Leona Helen Eyre XI. She turned to Tom.
"I wouldn't have minded if you were poor Tom," she said, "But I can't ignore the fact that your name is so COMMON! I mean, there must be about a bajillion Tom's out there in the world!" Mr. Eyre smiled proudly at his daughter.
"Well said, my precious Clarissa Circe Elizabeth Hecate Leona Helen Eyre XI." He smirked hatefully at Tom. "Get out of my sight you lowly COMMONER!" He snapped his fingers, and the butler grabbed Tom by the scruff of his neck, and threw him bodily out the mansion.
"I HATE MY NAME!" screamed Tom, once he had finished rolling down to the bottom of the hill. "MY NAME IS SO COMMON! I KNOW I'M SPECIAL! I DON'T DESERVE THIS DUMB NAME!"
The loss of his true love, riches and power, had greatly affected Tom. It was from then on, that the first seeds of hatred and bitterness at his lowly name began to sprout in his young heart…He would soon become:
LORD VOLDEMORT!
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