There is a place where children of all ages run wild through grey tile hallways; where wooden doors line the walls. It is known to them as hell. Really it was only an ordinary orphanage. But to Tom Riddle it was hell. He had no friends, nor did he really want any. But that didn't stop him from getting lonely sometimes. He just wished that someone would talk to him just once.

The orphanage was small, crowded, and poor. It was all grey, completely devoid of any color whatsoever. It was depressing, especially to Isabella Black who just landed on the walkway outside Wool's Orphanage, not remembering how she got here. All she knew was that she wanted her brother, Cygnus. Isabella had dark brown hair and bright green eyes. She looked nothing like anybody from the rest of her family, who thought that there was something wrong with her. Maybe she was evil. After all that's what they told her. She tried not to let it get to her, especially since her brother didn't treat her as such.

Mrs. Cole, who cared for the orphans saw Isabella outside. Isabella stood there in front of the door not knowing what to do. The Matron sighed and let the child inside. After all she did belong in there now, didn't she? Times were tough and with the war children were finding themselves orphaned due to the air raids.

Mrs. Cole had thin blonde hair with a high hair line that was styled short in the 1940's fashion that consisted of carefully managed curls. She dressed plainly with a grey jacket and black skirt and some old black heels that clacked, echoing down the halls she walked. The poor child must have been orphaned or perhaps abandoned. It wasn't an uncommon story.

Isabella was left to wander for a while as Mrs. Cole admitted her.

"Hello, I'm Isabella." She said to three girls sitting in a circle playing with ragged dolls. She smiled sheepishly, trying to make some friends since it seemed this was her home now. They all smiled at her but somehow it felt fake to Isabella

"Hello." Their response was short but the looks in their eyes gave off a snide and condescending impression on her.

"You're new here?" A girl with brown, frizzy hair asked.

"Yes. I suppose I am..."

"Wll then, let me show you how things work around here. I am the queen. What I say goes. Got that?"

"How can you rule if it is not a monarchy. Last time I checked orphanages had no queens." Isabella retorted.

The girl sneered at her followed by dirty glares from all the others.

"Second, don't ever go near Tom Riddle. He's crazy. Maybe if you follow our rules you can be our friend." The girl deviously smiled as though Isabella was supposed to follow her claims blindly like a sheep.

"you guys are insane. You think you rule?" Isabella snorted and started to laugh as the queen bee's face turned red in fury.

"You'll wish you hadn't questioned me!"

The girl slapped Isabella who began fuming. She narrowed her eyes.

'No don't get mad, I can't get mad.' Isabella thought before she walked away.

After wandering around for some time, Mrs. Cole finally showed back up and Isabella was shown to her room, with what few things she had left. It was a small room to the right of the hallway, first door. Across the hall a boy sat on his bed, doing nothing. Isabella wondered who he was, didn't he have any friends? Every other child in the orphanage Isabella had seen were out playing with various other children they deemed as friends. Why wasn't he?

He was wearing green, which matched his eyes which were also green. His hair was brown and was combed very neatly. He looked very…put together for an orphan like herself.

The boy scowled at her when he caught her staring.

"What?" he asked, shortly.

"S-sorry. Its just such a nice day outside. How come you aren't outside with everybody else?" Isabella asked as she peeked into his room.

"I have no friends." The boy said. Isabella wandered into the small room, identical to hers except that Isabella had a few books on her desk from home and some heirlooms that she had on her person, and the boy had nothing except a suitcase and a few schoolbooks. When Isabella looked closer she saw rocks lined up on the window sill and a picture on the wall.

"What's your name?" Isabella asked in another attempt to make a friend. Her past experience with the queen bee made her a little hesitant to talk to this boy.

"Tom."

'So this is Tom.' Isabella thought, 'he doesn't seem bad.' she looked at Tom.

"my name is Isabella. I'll be your friend, Tom." She smiled at Tom, who gave a little hint of a smile that faded quickly. He had an almost hollow look in his eyes as though he didn't have anything to smile for. Isabella came to the conclusion that he must have gone through some terrible things before he came to Wool's. She hadn't seen such empty looks in any of the other childrens' faces despite how destitute the abode they shared was.

Well there you go! Chapter one rebooted! I know it's not too different than the original but I'm planning on switching up the plot more as we go along! I hope you like the changes I made in the writing and some of the details. It's always so strange reading through your old work. I always find that I've progressed so much that my old work seems like it was written by an idiot haha! I just may get to fixing chapter two or even three tonight!