Chapter 1 ~ Tom Riddle

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Tom Riddle is a boy not to be messed with, he has many suspicions of crimes and murders pinpointed to himself. He was intimidating toward the other children in the orphanage, some might say extremely frightening if you got on his bad side. And for those who get on I his bad side, are never seen again.

The thing that frightened the children AND the adults most is his maturity and unnervingly vast knowledge of everyone and everything.

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Tom is living in an orphanage in London called WOOL's orphanage, but through his opinion, it isn't living, it surviving. The owner and mistress of the orphanage are called Mrs Cole, who was horribly pale and had ghastly grey hair.

Mrs Cole is dreadful when it comes to children, she is strict and extremely stern, which is normally directed at Tom, who would accuse her of insanity without a second glance. Her cooking is unholy to the mouth and if you spat it out, you could not eat for the rest of the day. But as she told the orphans every day, " I gave you a roof over your heads, food to eat and a bed to sleep in, if you complain anymore you can go to the streets!", no one left.

The orphanage itself is not the greatest or fanciest place in England. The rooms are small and have no heating at all, while the courtyard out the front is all cement and the back; wafting dirt that blows around in the wind. The neglected corridors are drafty every night.

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It is a hot, dry and dusty day in May where Tom Marvelo Riddle walked out into the back courtyard, there was a rare smirk on his face and a dark glint in his eyes. He looked up to see a pure white rabbit suspended from one of the wooden bars that support the walkways roof.

The albino rabbit had blood seeping from under its chin where a metal rod in dug in, holding the carcass up. Tom smirk increased as he stared into those blank, dull eyes as he mused over how much pain it would have been in, as he knew it was impaled alive.

He listened to the shouts, yells and screams of Mrs Coal and the children as they searched and searched for Billy Stubbs. He knew where he was, he was still in the orphanage, he was hanging above Tom's head, as white as a cloud. Tom leered at this memory of sheer glee as he transfigurated Billy into that rabbit.

No one messes with Tom Riddle.

Hi! This is only the second story I have started so I haven't had that much experience. I love to write about Tom Riddle and about him. And sorry for the short Chapter.
😊 Enjoy!!
- Elizanimal

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