Chapter two: Three years later.
AN~ sorry it's really short and kinda crappy but I just wanted to get this story updated. I know where I want to go with this I'm just not sure how to get there.
There was a chill in the air the night that Tom Riddle returned to his dreaded orphanage. It may have been the middle of summer, but London was cold. Or maybe this cold was part of his subconscious, reminding him of the coldness of his heart. The day before he had killed three people, his father and his grandparents, but he didn't care. They DESERVED it. They were just filthy, little muggles that meant nothing to him. The worst part of all this was, the part Riddle tried to ignore, was that his muggle father made him a half blood. Riddle couldn't stand the thought of it. His mother had mixed her blood with that of a despicable creature. It was sickening! And for what? For a man who didn't love her? A man that impregnated her and then left her? It just made him so angry.
He shook the thought out of his head as he entered the orphanage. He wouldn't have come back, but he needed to. School started in a few weeks and he had, stupidly, left his things in their hiding place in the orphanage. He didn't plan on staying; he was just going to sneak in and gather them before leaving and heading to the Malfoy Manor.
The door creaked open. It was rather quiet though and Tom didn't think anyone had heard him.
He snuck up to his room, taking care on the steps for they had an awful tendency to be noisy, and gathered his school things from their hiding places under the floorboards.
He quickly left the orphanage and began his travel to the Malfoy Manor.