A/N: I kind of wanted to do this, to see Voldemort reflecting on his younger and more vulnerable self, even if it is only a hundred words…
Tear
He remembered the orphanage rather well. Tom Riddle was a fool; Voldemort admitted that to himself; but he was deadly. He used skills that would have come much later to other wizards to great use there. Still, when the boys would leave the room he would cry, watching the tears make dark pools on the starched sheets. Each tear was held most precious, a reminder. He missed his mother and father, whoever they were. There was no hate, only remorse that he did not know them. Those tears, those reminders haunted Voldemort till his end. That was Tom Riddle's weakness.