Dark Wizard Collector: A Hogwarts Fanfiction

Chapter 2

Rhythmic sounds caused me to doze and my almost half a century old mind rested in my earliest memories.

October thirty-first, year one thousand nine hundred and twenty four, I was born. Two years later my brother Tom followed and had my black hair but mother's green eyes, while I was stuck with father's brown eyes. Our mother could not afford to keep us, so were placed in Wool's Orphanage in London. The mischief that arose in the Muggle orphanage was the fruit of my talent, and soon my brother followed in my footsteps. Together we enjoyed causing trouble, but to him it was a competition. He always tried to beat me at my own game, but I was two years ahead of him and had better control of my talents and curses.

When I was eleven, an osprey the size of a grown man appeared at my window with a letter to attend an institute called Durmstrang. Without question, I accepted to go and left Tom at the orphanage at the tender age of nine. I expected him to toughen up and hoped that he soon would follow me to the school when he received his letter. A gut wrenching feeling told me that he would also be chosen to attend a school for witches and wizards. There was not a doubt in my mind that he would become a great and powerful wizard. The competitive spirit he had would surely not stop him from achieving his endeavors; I believed in my little brother, no matter how scared and angry.

The yellow paper of the letter breathed adventure, so after saying goodbye to Tom, I snuck away in the night successfully persuading the giant osprey to take me to the institute. For half a year, I studied the Dark Arts at the school and made many friends. During my Christmas break, I remained at the castle and caused trouble with some of the other students. After the respite, school began again and a week into classes I was expelled because my father was a Muggle. Supposedly, that was a secret that was shameful and I was sent to another school called Hogwarts.

A wizened and white haired man named Armando Dippet arrived on a broomstick to retrieve me from the Durmstrang. On the large broom we flew through the night across the North Sea and into Scotland. I found out that the sage was the headmaster of Hogwarts and he wondered why I did not receive a letter from his school, but I shrugged and kept silent. The old man never ceased from talking, yet in his blabbering I discovered that I would have to officially start in the fall. I did not mind, but I asked if Hogwarts would consider my brother when he became of age.

Within a few hours, we arrived at the monstrous castle and its beauty and mystery baffled me. All I had with me was my wand and my fur coat and red uniform. The emptiness of my stomach was filled with butterflies upon seeing all the judgmental eyes of everyone when I entered the dining hall with the headmaster.

"Students, staff, I would like you to welcome our newest addition to Hogwarts, Maven Riddle, a transfer from Durmstrang." Dippet's old but powerful voice shot out and a silence hung after he finished. Then a few students stood, clapped and cheered soon followed by the rest of the assembly. That was horribly embarrassing, but so were the next few months and the summer. I was not an official student, so I helped around the castle and learned as much as I could. Most of my time, I spent in a Transfiguration class taught by a peculiar professor.

Finally my school year began; I waited months in nervous anticipation of hearing my house name called by the sorting hat. To my joy, I was sorted with the pranksters; Slytherin. The magic around me made my chest swell with bliss as I sat with my new family.

That was years ago. I was now forty-seven and trying to relive my life.