The Fault In Our Names

Part 1

Dear Diary,

Today an oddly dressed man came to the house. He was from the Ministry of Magic. He said that I had an unauthorized child in my house, and that I needed to register him or they would take him away from me. When the man asked who my son was, I simply said; "Tom Riddle's son". The man, who didn't really understand me, wrote down the name Tom Riddleson. I didn't argue with him, because I realized it would be too risky if I named him by his actual sir name. So Tommy Riddle became Tom Riddleson. And it was all for the better. Of course, the man also asked who tommy's father was, but I lied to him and said that I did not know who he was. The man seemed to believe me because he asked no more questions and left.

"Oh my fucking god mum! I'm Voldie's son! Thats so damn cool!" said a young boy with brown wavy hair, and a slim figure, who was currently perched on a stool in the middle of the kitchen, reading his mothers old diary.

"How many times have I told you not to swear! and no it is definitely not cool. Being the son of such a destructive man is not something to be bragging about." Said his mother, in her Scottish twang.

Shelby Finks was a petite woman, with brown curls and bright green eyes. She was a muggle and she worked as an accountant at Barclays. Before she had met Tom Riddle, she had known nothing about magic, and the stories that he had told her had seemed magnificent and unreal, as they sat at the (oddly named) Three Broomsticks, the first time they ever met. After that day, a very cliche thing called love, happened. Well, at least thats how she saw it.

Flash back to the Winter of 1967, Voldemort's POV

"So, Tommy boy, who's that young lady I always see you with?" Borgin asked me, as I entered the shop to start work.

"Oh, just some muggle who's life I have been ruining" I replied casually, hoping he wouldn't dive further into the subject, as it was quite difficult to explain to such a thick person.

Borgin smirked. "I'm sure thats the reason she's been smiling all the time" he sneered.

Ugh. Oh well, I might as well give this useless man his prize. "She is smiling, Borgin," I slowly began, "because she does not yet know that I'm ruining her life." The confused look on his face told be to continue. "In the near future, she and I will have a child" I said, in the most pleasant way possible, "And-"

"Then you're going to leave her!" he finished for me, with a satisfied grin on his face.

"Good boy, Tommy, thats the way to do it" Borgin said, as he started to open the shop up to customers. Not that there were many at all. The only people who came into the shop were the likes of the little girl Belatrix Lestrange and her father, who always came in to inquire about dark magic they could use against the Malfoys. Then, in turn, the Malfoys would come in to question us about what to use against the Lestranges. (Authors note: I know this isn't in the Harry Potter story, but I thought it would be interesting to have the two families hate each other to add to my plot. As this part of the story is set in earlier times than anything in the Harry Potter series, it could well have actually been possible )

As I stacked a pile of cursed muggle objects into a box, I continued to talk, "Borgin, once I have left this woman, I must also leave you, the shop, and the whole of London in the past, and move on." I could hear from the exasperated sigh that I would have to do more than apologize. "I will, of course, find you another assistant before I leave, as it would be very unfair to leave you alone to handle the shop." I hoped it would be enough for Borgin.