Dusk of The Lost Heir

Chapter One

Hogwarts May 15, 1943

It was a bitterly cold night, the stars and moon shunned by the dark clouds and only the winds howled in an eerily manner, in the disorientating blizzard a mysterious man walked towards a square building surrounded by high railings it looked run-down but clean yet appeared depressing and on the front gates read 'Wool's Orphanage' he shakingly knocked the door and slowly entered. Within the building, two women the Matron Cole and her colleague Martha heard the knocking by the door and to her curiosity she found herself gasping as she saw a blonde man holding a small basket tightly as if his life depended on it.

Nevertheless, he was injured and no matter how much she tried to bandage the man up his situation was too dire and thet couldn't exactly call the hospital during such a harsh weather outside "Sir, can you tell us what happened to you?" The man focus on the bundle she noticed a small child within and despite his injury he held the infent tightly "Sir, your hurt I don't think you should move-" His sadden eyes soften at the infant before he spoke his last few words and a small light engulfed the child glamouring its appearance "Sir?"

"I'm sorry that it had to end this way, I wish things could have been different but I swear to guide you through your journey when the time comes. I know I can't last much longer but when the time is right we shall meet again" With a linger kiss on the infants forehead he returned the baby onto the basket before returning his attention to the women "You two will forget about my existence or the fact I was here, this child's mother died during childbirth and his background shall remain a mystery" The man vanished that night with regret and heartache yet nobody would remember the web of deception crafted to keep a dark truth until fifteen years later.

The Slytherin Dorm was oddly unique despite the cold or the lake water lapping against the windows, the walls were decorated with Slytherin crests and the four-poster beds covered in green eiderdowns with green curtains, a wooden nightstand next to it. The dorm has a green carpet with the house crest in the center and two spherical lamps on either side and a small wooden bookcase are located on the other side of the bed.

The sun rose bright and fair, and the morning was without a cloud, in the sunshine the air was warm, and that warmth was particularly with the invigorating freshness of the morning frost linger in the air. It was a morning like this that Tom Riddle loved to wake up without his noisy dormmates and enjoy his daily routine mentally preparing himself for another day at Hogwarts, however, today felt a bit off no something was off about him.

He felt unsettled by something he's been going through since his childhood, the same dream continued getting further vividly more realistic than when it used to be blurry, but as the years passed the dreams were getting easier to understand. Sometimes he could recall a crib in a large decorated room with toys, walls decorated with unknown crests, and medieval tapestries depicting lines of royalty coving the walls, shelves filled with nursery books, and ancient tomes, spacious halls larger than Hogwarts, a throne room, and regularly the last scene was he would see himself being carried by a man who was gravely injured and just as always the same line repeated.

«When the time is right? I don't get it, Nagini» Tom hissed tying his fluffy neck-long hair before turning his attention to the 7 ft violet and black striped Runespoor «This is the 15th time I had this dream and now it's even more confusing» The Muggle Doctors constantly assumed it might be a delusion, imaginative dreams but Tom knew it couldn't be that he was known for having photographic memories and hallucinations don't reoccur nor get more clearer.

But who was that blonde man? Surely those two didn't lie? They said his mother died at childbirth except he was sure there was a man, not a woman giving birth «Maybe he could be your father?» Nagini suggested she has been with Tom ever since he was a child and she has heard of the dreams every year and knew that Tom's mother died giving birth to him and naming him after his father yet the way the caretakers described her physical features was bizarre. Tom was a strikingly handsome boy with a toned physique, raven-black hair, warm olive complexion, slightly pointy ears, and emerald eyes with amethyst irises so he couldn't have been related to a disfigured woman and it could explain his blonde hair.