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Maybe he wasn't all bad, after all. Maybe the reason he wanted to hurt people wasn't because of an intellect pride or withstanding immortality. Maybe it was because of a girl he knew he would never be able to have. Maybe she was his only h...
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TOM RIDDLE was a strange young man with an analytical mind and an abundance of arrogance, which came from the natural ambition and abilities he utmost withheld.
Growing up in an orphanage, it was ultimately clear to him and everyone around him that he was different than most young children at his age. He was often seen alone, most avoiding him due to his lack of playfulness and his introverted demeanor that made him seem unappealing, which he indeed was.
Tom was an unusual child. He was merrily suspected of misdeeds, such as bullying and stealing things, although he was never caught. He was too sneaky, too vile to get caught. His actions — which were subtle and unwavering — consisted of him practicing magic against his fellow orphans, enjoying the pain he caused when doing so. He would steal things from the other orphans, hiding them in his cupboard like they were his own personal trophies. Other than this, Tom really didn't see a point in having friends, for it would do him no good because he didn't value them; therefore, no one really knew Tom Riddle. What he valued was respect and self-recognition. He wasn't normal, there was no doubt about it.
The child didn't fully know what he was capable of, though. He knew how to control his powers, but it wasn't until later on that he was aware of just how much damage he could do. Just how powerful he really was.
Although he was a strong little boy, he never had much love before arriving at the orphanage, more so while he lived there. Hell, he didn't know what it meant to genuinely love someone, or to have someone genuinely love him. Thanks to the files at the orphanage, Tom found out everything he needed to know about his parents while he was snooping around. His father, who had no tendency of magic, left before Tom was even born. His mother, who was as fragile and weak as they come, died soon after giving birth to him. Of course, she attempted to save herself with magic, but it was too late and she was too feeble. She had dealt with abuse her entire life, and it finally ended her.
However, his mother's death and his father's absence didn't affect him much. He didn't see a reason in dwelling over two people who didn't want him. Who never wanted him. He saw them as a burden that he kept shoved in the back of his mind.
After years of being at the orphanage, Tom knew what he liked and what he disliked. He liked being in control of situations. He liked being feared — more importantly being praised — and he wanted nothing more than to be intimidating to everyone around him, even the adults who, even though they were larger in size, had very little say over his actions. Over these things, above all else, he wanted to be the best. The best at everything. He was competitive, headstrong, and contained a certain charm that captivated those around him, rather or not they feared him.
