The Descent

The beginning

None of the characters in here are mine. This is based mainly on the events in J.K. Rowling's book - Harry Potter and the half blood prince. Enjoy :)

Prologue - The Beginning

She hurried along. Clutching her patched robes tighter around her small shoulders she pushed on. Nobody paid her much attention. People like her were common here in the heart of London. She had mousey hair which could have blonde for the amount of dirt encased in it, her robes were patched and frayed and her feet were bare. A sharp pain pierced her protruding stomach, rubbing it she carried on.

After a while she tripped and stared up at the large building in front. It had the feeling of once being grand but the standards had slipped. There was ivy climbing up the walls and weeds marred the large lawn. Turning her gaze to the gates above her she noticed that they twisted with intricate patterns in metal but patches of rust dotted the silver. They creaked as she pushed them open.

Picking her way up carefully on the stony path on her sore feet she looked at the sign above the large front doors. Both of her eyes stared in opposite directions however she still managed to confirm that this building was an orphanage, encouraged by this she knocked on the door.

A woman not much older than her answered and noticing that the young girl in front of her was with child she let her in. Worried the woman called for help.

 “Madam! Madam Freedy!”

An old hassled looking woman came running down the large staircase as the young woman made her way over the threshold into the spotlessly clean hall. The girl gave a sharp gasp as another pain pierced her stomach.

“Miss Cole fetch an old blanket and lay it on the floor”

Miss Cole did as she was told and immediately collected a large patched sheet. Madam Freedy then led the young girl onto the blanket. Within the hour the young girl had given birth to a boy. All three women looked at the child who made no noise but was not noticeably harmed in any way.

“I hope he looks like his papa” breathed the girl while she thought of happier times where she and a handsome young man with dark hair and eyes went for long walks in sunlit meadows.

Madam Freedy and Miss Cole glanced at the young girl. She was getting paler.

“Do you have a name for the boy?”

“Tom” whispered the girl “after his father, and Marvolo after his grandfather” the girl gave a raspy cough, “And Riddle”

“So the boy is to be named Tom Marvolo Riddle” confirmed Miss Cole,

“Yes” smiled the girl and with one last shuddering breath she was still.

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