The Darks Lords

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Azalea's POV
I smiled lowering my wand I did it I defeated the dark lord. Ron comes up behind me his arm around Hermione. "Go away you dark lord in training you should be locked up like the dark freak that you are." Ron said his face as bright as his hair. My smile fell why were they doing this I just saved the whole fucking wizarding world, and this is the thanks I get. I force a smile on my face turning towards them. "Oh, you want to play that game with me Ronald." I say my fake smile falling. My dark red hair drops to cover my eyes. "Oh, Ronald you don't want to mess with me." I say a psychotic smile stretching over my dirt covered cheeks. They slowly back away raising their wands when I feel a pull at my navel whisking me away. I feel myself drop into a dingy ally way covered in dirt, alcohol, and dried piss. I stand and wipe myself off. I notice that I have a short cloth dress that goes down to my knees. I find a broken mirror and stare at my reflection. I am the age of six I look around noticing all the car look like they were from the forties. A policeman walks by and sees me standing in the alley. He slowly approaches me holding out his hands. "Miss are you all right." I shake my head and he hold out a hand to me and I grip it with a constricting grasp. He walks with me to his smooth black car holding the door so I can hop inside. I shift on my feet because I am too small to reach to climb inside. I yelp as I am lifted and set inside the car on the black leather seats. As the car heats up, I notice that I can feel my feet, but I couldn't before. I look down and my pale bare feet are just barely hanging over the edge of the seat.  The policeman pulls up outside of an orphanage. I look at the large sign hanging outside of the large metal gates. 'Wool's Orphanage' my body shift again but the nice officer doesn't notice. He opens the door and I hop out and onto the snow-covered pavement. He holds my hand as we walk up to the front doors. He knocks and we wait until a small girl in a dirty pink dress with blonde hair and blue eyes opens the door. "Hello miss can you get Sister Molly." she just nods and runs back inside. A lady wearing a long black dress and a white headdress opens the doors. "Hello officer can I help you." she says her voice stuttering like she was trying to hide something. "Hello sister Molly I am just here to drop of this little girl look like she doesn't have any parents to go home too." The officer said pushing me forward. Sister Molly grabs my arm in a bruising grasp pulling me inside behind her she closes the door before the officer even finishes speaking. "OK, listen here you little wench you will listen to me unless you want to be back on the streets." she spits in my face, and I just nod. "You'll be rooming with Tom he is the only other child your age I think what is your name."  she says still spitting in my face. "My name is Azalea Black, and I am six." I say a hint of defiance in my eyes and voice, but Sister Molly doesn't notice. She grabs my arms again and drags me up the stair and too a room at the end of the hall. She pushes the door open shoving me onto the floor and slams the door closed. A small boy lays on the bed shivering. He has red patches on his skin and blood running down his back. I pick myself and slowly walk over to him. I sit on the bed, and he suddenly sit up and pushes himself into the corner of the bed. I slowly lift my hand up showing him that I won't hurt him. "Can I help you that looks very painful." I say motioning to all of the burns and blood on his back. "Who are you." He manages to stutter out his voice quivering in pain. "My name is Azalea Black, and I am your new roommate. He just nods and holds out his hand. I take it as he begins to speak his voice smooth but a little hoarse like he was screaming for hours. "My name is Tom, Tom Riddle pleased to meet you Miss Azalea Black."  "Oh, the pleasure is all mine Mr. Riddle." I say in a proper voice, and we break out laughing. "So can I help now." I say again and he just nods turning so his back faces me. I grab the sleeves of my dress and rip them off to that I could clean the blood. Tom's body flinches every time the cloth touches his back. As the blood disappears, I can start to see what causes the blood to get there. There where over twenty whip marks on his back but I just keep wiping the blood away.  Soon all the blood is gone, and I grab a clean night shirt from the only closet in the room handing it to Tom. He grabs the shirt and struggles to put on the button up shirt. I just grab the shirt and help him put it on. He just smiles and thanks me for the help. I just smile back and then I look around the room and notice that there is only one bed, so I just climb in next to Tom and he hold me in his arms, and we fall asleep soon after. The next morning, we are woken up by sister molly pounding on the door yelling for us to wake up.