Wool's orphanage, settled in a dirty and abandoned London suburb, was one of those " bastards pound", as the English people like to named it. In this place, any form of hope was useless, even the meaning of "Happiness" didn't exist anymore. There was only despair and the hardness of life. A life of less than a dog, of an orphan, of a parasite that the nuns of St-Michael Church took care only because God promise them Heaven in return.
It was between those gray and cold walls that a young boy, named Tom Marvolo Riddle, was born. He never went anywhere else and was desperate to see something else than the huge grids which separated him from the rest of the world and imprisoned him in this "Dorks hole", as he called it.
Tom was just eleven and had a very strong personality which made him associable and feared by the other orphans. It would be very surprising for such a young boy but Tom was always like this, he always was "strange", as Nun Emmanuelle liked to say to him. She liked to isolate him every time a strange thing happened. He was always guilty, always punished, always despised for a difference that he seemed to be proud of but he never said a word.
In fact, Tom was certain that one day, things will change. One day, fate will felt down on those who hurted him.
It was so true because at some miles from the orphanage, in the heart of London, satting on a chair in a police station ; a disruptive element patiently waited to devastated Tom Marvolo Riddle's gloomy life.
This element, with brown hair and blue eyes, was named Aéla Katelyn Wayne.
The police chief stared at the young girl with pity and dismay. He questioned her for hours, supplying the little girl to reveal the darkest events that she witnessed a few hours ago but no word escaped her lips. The child just stayed on a chair, looked into nothingness and held the same glass of water since she arrived.
- Chief ! called an officer. The Court has sent us a placement order.
- Where do they want to place her ?
- At Wool, whispered the officer like if an insult unfortunately passed through his lips.
The police chief looked at the young girl once again. She didn't had moved an inch and kept an absolute silence. His eyes became darker as he grabbed the Court's order.
- Poor child ! he said with the must of tact he could. Are you sure that she has no other family members ?
- Yes, sir ! I searched into all registers, called hundreds of people and nothing. Absolutely nothing ! No family link with anyone in this world.
- Alright. One more lost soul in this Wool's damned Ark, sighed him.
The police chief stood off his desk and kneeled before Aéla, trying to not look too gruff. The child was probably so traumatized that he added his indelicacy. He took the glass from Aéla's hands, put it on the floor and searched the girl's eyes.
The young girl seemed to realize that someone would talk to her and, although the police chief wasn't certain that she was conscious of her environment, a light began to shine in her eyes.
- Listen, young girl, stammered the chief, I will bring you to a place where we will take good care of you. There are a lot of children with whom you can play with until... Until someone will come to take you to live in a new family. Do you understand, sweetheart ?
Aéla looked at him in silence. She perfectly understood but no word passed her lips, no gesture betrayed her understanding.
The police chief sighed and took the hand of the child to guide her to his car.
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Tale of Riddle : Games of fate
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