• FIRST YEAR:
    Chapter 1


    Okay, first of all, Tom never grew up in a… nice environment; he spent most of his time, locked up in his room ‘cause all the kids would make fun of him for being a “freak”.
    Ever since he was a kid he hated that no one believed him when he said he could make things float or, when he swore that a gardersnake said “What’s up, homie?” to him.
    Anyway, one time, when the kids from his orphanage were taken to the beach, Tom wandered into a cave to be alone. Unfortunately, a few kids followed him in, and started making fun of him and stuff. This made Tom really mad. I’m talking, OMG-I-want-to-throw-something-off-a-building-and-have-it-crash-on-someone’s-car-and-then-I’d-be-arrested-but-I-wouldn’t-care-‘cause-I’d-be-too-hung-up-on-what-just-happened-on-Glee, mad.
    Before he could think, a ring of fire burst around him.
    The other kids weren’t seriously burned, but they were so shocked, they passed out, and broke a lot of bones from crashing on the rocks.
    Tom was so freaked out by this, that he just left them there and they were found a half hour later, and spent the rest of their lives, either in rehab, or still in shock therapy.
    A few months after the “Fire Incident”, Dumbledore came to Tom and told him about being a wizard and that it was totally natural to randomly set people on fire and stuff, blah, blah, blah.
    As a months passed, Tom lost excitement after not hearing anything from Dumbledore since then. Until, he was woken up in the middle of the night, by the sound of something scratching at his window.
    He quickly walked out of bed to investigate, and saw that it was an owl, tapping on the glass. Not knowing what else to do, he opened the window to let it in.
    The owl excitedly, flew inside, dropped the envelope that was in its talons, and perched on Tom’s desk.
    Tom excitedly opened it.
    It read:
    DEAR MR. TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE:
    We are pleased to announce that you have a place at Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. Since you have not a reluctantly paid chaperone that we found on Craigslist, there is a specific instruction manual, and all the places to go and things to get for your first semester (Tom, turned around the letter to see a list of items to by [and an ad for a hair salon].), and a guide to everything you need to learn about Hogwarts.
    A – Headmistress, Professor Persephone Greenstone


    The next day, Tom rode his bike (yeah, that’s what they used back then *Ugh*) straight to were the manual told him to go – an ally way, between two buildings downtown – and tapped in the code on the brick wall to open the portal to Diagon Alley.
    Being an eleven-year old-boy, the first store he went to was a joke shop. He excitedly bought two screaming yo-yos, a bag of marbles that yelled at you if you rolled them, and a bottle that shot out some small firecrackers when you opened it (oh, what I would give for all that to be real).
    Afterwards, he went to the bookstore to by some textbooks.
    The first thing Tom noticed in the bookstore, was the feeling that he was being watched, and then he found that it was the animate pictures on the book covers.
    It took him a while to get over this, but he eventually walked over to the shelves, and picked up a copy of Repelling Dementors for Dummies ®, since it was the only one that wasn’t watching him like a teenage girl with a backstage pass to a Justin Beiber concert.
    As he was getting deep into “Chapter Three: Making Sure Your Patronus Isn’t a Butterfly,” he was knocked backward by someone running past him.
    “Oh! Sorry!” Tom heard someone say, and then he turned around to see a little girl, about his age. She had short, curly, blonde hair, and was dressed in ratty, poorly fitting cloths, that were probably bought at a street fair.
    “Sorry,” She said, “I’m just really anxious to get books for Hogwarts!”
    “Oh,” Said Tom, “I – It’s fine.”
    “I’m Charlotte, by the way. Charlotte Griffin.”
    “I’m Tom,” He said, getting a little annoyed by her over-enthusiasm, “Tom Riddle.”
    “Well, that’s a curious name, don’t you think?”
    “Well, I – “
    “So, what house do you want to be in at Hogwarts? I think I’ll be in Ravenclaw. Something about learning makes me really excited. Though I guess Hufflepuff would be nice, or Gryiffindor, though I’m not really the adventurous type.”
    “Well,” He said, pausing for a moment, to make sure she had shut up, “I think I want to be in Slytherin. I read about the founder, and I really like how he was such an outcast, I – “
    “Well, that’s a bit strange. They seemed to imply that the Slytherins are usually the mean ones, who are selfish. You know, studies show, that four out of every five wizard-criminals in this country, were Slytherins at Hogwarts.”
    “Well, I don’t care what you think!”
    “I’m just saying they have bad reputations! People look down on those guys! And maybe, for a reason!”
    “Whatever!” Tom grunted as Charlotte walked away. He couldn’t help himself, but shoot a firecracker at her with his bottle as she left.


    Tom passed the next two hours, trying to find books without creepy moving pictures, getting Hogwarts uniforms, and going to the joke shop every now and then.
    Finally, he stopped at Olivander’s; he was saving getting a wand for last, since it was what he was most excited about.
    Inside, he found a very bored looking, young man, sitting at the front desk. He was quite short, had smooth, pale skin, and messy, light brown hair – sort of what Justin Beiber would look like if he hit puberty.
    “Welcome to Olivannder’s,” He said in a boring voice, “Open since That-Time-No-One-Cares-About-But-My-Stupid-Dad-Makes-Me-Say-It-Cause-‘I’m-Now-Part-Of-The-Freaking-Family-buisness’-B.C., how may I help you?”
    “Oh, I want a wand of course,” Said Tom.
    “*Sigh*, I’ll go get a box.”
    The young man walked over to the shelves and pulled out a wand, without even looking, “Holly, with two unicorn hairs. Try it out.”
    Tom grabbed the wand and gave it a flick, and the front desk immediately burst into flames.
    The young man cried out about five curse words Tom had never heard, then, pulled out his wand and yelled a spell that shot water from his wand, extinguishing the fire.
    “Well,” He said, gritting his teeth, “let’s try another” – He pulled out another wand – “Oak, with woven dragon scales. Don’t even ask me how my father got it, *sigh*.”
    Tom took it and gave it a flick.
    “Augh!” yelled the man as he floated to the ceiling, “No, not – a – good – fit.” And he slowly climbed back to the ground. “*Sigh*, I hate my job! If only my stupid brother wasn’t such a squib, he could have taken over!”
    “I – I’m sorry for you, Mr. Olivander, but I need a wand,” said Tom.
    “Oh, yes,” he replied, and went to get another wand. “*Sigh*, Amber, with a single phoenix feather.”
    Tom took it, and the room suddenly lit up, and sparks flew out of the tip.
    “Oh, joy, you found a match! Now, pay me and get out of here!”