A/N: Had this stashed away and thought it should be brought back to life.I started writing this when I was around 14 or so lol long time hardly see Tom Riddle when he was young so I wanted to keeps cutting out words!

December 31st 1926

It was snowing heavily outside as Merope Gaunt held her child weakly.

"Thomas..Marvolo .That's what I'll call you.."She said breathlessly, her voice just above a whisper.

Mrs Cole looked at the woman she had helped deliver her child as New Year dawned.

"You'll look just like Tom..just like a rid-"Merope managed before going limp, a small smile on her pale chapped lips, the baby boy wriggled slightly in Mrs Cole's arms as she picked him up from his mothers lax grip. Electric blue eyes looked up at the sharp-faced woman as she looked down at his mother with distaste. There was no ring around her finger, only the faint line giving away there had been before, not so long ago.

"Stupid girl."She sneered and with that she walked away, calling for one of the workers, a young girl called Martha to call the funeral home.

"You little demon!" Mrs Cole yelled as she dragged a five year old Tom Riddle down the hall. He looked at her with fear swirling in his blue eyes.

He tried to pull away from her vice-like grip, "Please, I didn't mean it. I don't know what happened." He pleaded.

H knew where this hallway led and he didn't want to go there, not again.

"Please. Not there. I-I'll be good. I won't do it again, I swear." he cried, tears streaming down his reddened pale cheeks.

Her grip only grew tighter, causing him to wince before she stopped in-front of a non-descript door while with her free hand she unhooked a set of keys from her belt. Tom watched, dark eyes growing darker with the knowledge of what was to come.

His hands were still red from the cane used to beat them and now came the next stage.

The door opened, revealing utter darkness, the dim light of the hall only allowing one to see the first few feet into the room.

There was a small window near the ceiling which now showed the fading light of early evening through its dust caked surface. A small bed was against the opposite wall and nothing else, no lamp, nothing.

"In you go." she said nonchalantly as she pushed him in, "Think about what you've done." she spat, closing the door behind him.

He shivered and went to the bed he knew all too well from his many previous trips there and wrapped himself in the only blanket available.

He cast his mind back to what had just happened. Of him reading alone just before he and the other children were to go to bed. Of the whispers he heard the workers of the orphanage try to make inaudible.

They found him strange, a young boy only interested in reading and shunned by the other children.

'They must have a good reason.' One woman said in a hushed tone from her place by the front of the room, unaware Tom could hear from where she stood in the hallway.

His eye twitched and he felt a stinging sensation in his chest. 'A good reason' he repeated in his head. He may have only been five but he was smart enough to know that there was n 'good reason' to be treated like he was.

His mood, which he had been trying to lighten after he had to spend most of the day smiling falsely for the prospective parents that had come to adopt, was now dangerously tittering over the edge.

The other assistant snorted, 'I don't feel sorry for him. Thinks he's something special that one. Should've seen his mother, she-'

There was a series of loud crashes as a number of vases around the room shattered one-by-one. The two adults ran into the room only to find Tom sitting there, eyes dark while his face maintained an icy calm. Only his eyes showed his inner rag causing the two women to take a step back as the child looked at them, eyes threatening a slow death as an almost joy-filled smile crept upon his cherub like face.

Ah, the fear. He could see it in their eyes as they looked at the damage. It made him happy to be able to take those smug smiles off their faces but then, as he realised what he had done that same feeling of fear engulfed him.

That was when he saw Mrs Cole, eyes ablaze with anger and fear mixed together. He stopped smiling almost instantly.

He had done it again and now he had to pay the price.

A/N:Whoo chapter 1 is it was good and plz give feedback.