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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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Eleven-year-old Tom Marvolo Riddle stood in front of the entire Hogwarts student body and staff as the Sorting Hat was being placed on top of his head. Before it even had the chance to touch his hair, the hat exclaimed, without hesitation, "Slytherin!"
This was no surprise to Tom. To be a Slytherin, one would have to be ambitious, have determination, and had to be clever in order to maintain their desires. Along with everyone else standing in the Great Hall, Tom knew it was where he was meant to be.
Behind him, the headmaster of Hogwarts sat with a raised eyebrow and a small smirk. Armando Dippet was sure Tom Riddle was exactly what they were looking for in a determined and notable wizard.
Tom smirked as the entire room clapped for him, eyeing him with caution — he looked rather threatening and devious as he began to walk to his table with the other Slytherins. Although he had never talked to any of them, they began patting him on the back, trying to hug him, and yelling things such as, "Welcome to Slytherin, Riddle!"
He sat down with his house and watched the rest of the ceremony quietly. He eyed the room, seeing all of the other children who seemed all too excited about the whole Sorting Hat thing. He didn't understand it. He didn't have the same excitement the other students did, and it was only a matter of time before he was going to get up from his seat and wander off out of boredom, examining each room and hallway at Hogwarts. Unfortunately, the ceremony had only just started, and he was going to be here a while.
Tom had to admit, Hogwarts was a beautiful school. It had grand designs, steeped in its heritage with secret corridors, moving staircases, robes, and endless feasts. The whole place was made of magic, and not to mention, it was ginormous. Breathtaking didn't do the castle-like structure enough justice.
After another ten minutes of the ceremony, Tom was sure he was going to fall asleep sitting upward. He couldn't help but yawn every couple of minutes.
"Is this your first year, too?" a voice was heard behind Tom.
He turned his head, seeing a boy sitting directly behind him at the Slytherin table. He had dark brown hair, which seemed almost black, and dark brown eyes that brought out his tanned skin. He had a crooked nose, crooked teeth, and a crooked smile.
"Obviously," Tom retorted, as he had just gotten sorted into his house. He could already tell the boy wasn't very bright intelligently.
The boy hissed in embarrassment. "Right, sorry," he apologized. "I just wanted to make some new friends, y'know? Some people to cause mischief with."
