In My Blood - Tom Riddle

Chapter 3

For once in Tom's now 11 years of life, he had never gotten a visitor. Rain showered the world outside of his window, but for once it didn't feel gloomy.

"Tom, you have a visitor," Mrs. Cole's voice wrung out, drawing Tom from his thoughts, and to an older man with hair down to his shoulders and a short grey triangular beard. Tom knew nothing of his family other than his mother had died shortly after giving birth; But he knew this man was far to old to be his father, and Mrs. Cole has been wanting a doctor to come and 'fix' Tom because he was different. Tom looked at the man, sensing the way the air wrung power surrounding him. He knew he was important, and after inspecting the stranger he did not see immediate danger.

After the short time he had been there, he spoke to Tom about a magical school, and how he was 'different' just like Tom. "Prove it," Tom softly demanded not wanting to seem too intimidating too soon in case this man demonstrated a use to him.

His wardrobe had caught on fire, and when he opened it, he saw his box of items he had taken before. Only Dumbledore wasn't impressed and only saw Tom as a thief. To the Professor, Tom was nothing but a troubled child undeserving of attending a powerful school. He didn't want to peer past the outside every other muggle had stopped on and judged him for; Tom stealing for survival was still frowned upon.

Only the young boy was desperate to escape his life of neglect and in Dumbledore he saw a window to a better home. "I can speak to snakes," he abruptly said halting the older stranger in his steps. "Is- Is that normal?" Tom questioned, knowing the snakes had told him it was not. Only the young boy was to be desolate, without an ounce of hope if the man left without him.

Between Tom's extraordinary talent, and how his eyes sparkled with need for more than just power, Dumbledore accepted him.

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Tom had been taken to a magical place filled with strange people such as himself. He had gone to a wand store called 'Olivanders.' The man had searched through many wands, each with powerful but unintended outcomes, yet still managed to impress the two experienced wizards around him. Until a yew wood wand, with phoenix feather core was placed in Tom's hands. From the moment the wand was in his possession, it was clear he would make a huge impact in the world; Good or bad.

"That's the one," Olivander hummed in awe at the power Tom held.