Ah, the good old days, Voldemort's childhood. Wait... actually no. His childhood was traumatic as fuck. He literally had no info on his Mom, dad, or potential siblings. He lived in a shitty orphanage with no friends, and the staff referred to him as "the boy," and they treated him as though he was an ugly rash on their buttocks that they just couldn't get rid of. So, they were pretty toxic. Voldemort was an odd child to say the least. He enjoyed inflicting pain upon the other children, stealing, and he tried to run away multiple times. Nobody liked him, and he didn't like anyone else. One time, he literally set fire to the orphanage. So, not the nicest kid.
The day that Albus Dumbledore came to the orphanage to tell Voldemort was a wizard was, what Sally told me, (she worked at the orphanage during that time) was the best day of his life. The first time he felt special, important, or anything for that matter. I would say that this is rude to say about a kid, but we are talking about Voldemort here. It's kind of a grey area.
(Switching to Voldemort's POV)
"So" one of the social workers asked excitedly. "Your taking away Tom? For good?" *sigh* im right here you know... "No, no Sally, he will be going to a boarding school. He will come back every summer" Albus said. Albus, what a funny name. Sally looked disappointed "oh! Tom I didn't see ya there." She said, with a nervous look on her face. "Yeah. I'm still here woman" I responded with and annoyed tone in my voice. God I hate her. "Hey now, I don't want to hear that tone mister." Sally said. Sally had a very deep New Jersey accent and sounded like an aunt that you never knew you had. I decided to keep quiet about this, and simply nod "well, we will be off now I suppose" Dumbledore announced. About time... The old man looked at me kindly. "Yes, I suppose it is, about time Tom." And an invisible force started to push me alongside him
