His ( A Tom Riddle Love Story)

PROLOGUE PART TWO

Prologue Part Two

One Year Later: Dumbledore's Visit:

"I'm Professor Dumbledore." Dumbledore introduced himself before sitting in a chair across from me.

"You can't kid me! The asylum, that's where you're from, isn't it? 'Professor' yes, of course – well, I'm not going, see? That old cat's the one who should be in the asylum and while you're at it take all the other kids! I never did anything to little Amy Benson or Dennis Bishop, and you can ask them, they'll tell you!" I yelled out in anger.

No way in hell would they be taking me away.

Away from Cindria.

I knew she was standing behind the door right now listening. Something told me that the professor knew as well.

"I am not from the asylum, " said Dumbledore patiently. "I'm a teacher and, if you will sit down calmly, I shall tell you about Hogwarts. Of course, if you would rather not come to the school, nobody will force you –"

"I'd like to see them try, " I sneered.

"Hogwarts, " Dumbledore went on, as though he had not heard my last words, "is a school for people with special abilities –"

"I'm not mad!" I yelled out.

"I know that you are not mad. Hogwarts is not a school for mad people. It is a school of magic."

Silence.

I was frozen, my face expressionless, but I studied Dumbledore carefully to see whether he was lying or not.

"Magic?" I repeated in a whisper.

"That's right, " said Dumbledore. "What is it that you can do?

"All sorts." I breathed.

A flush of excitement was rising up my neck and into my cheeks

"I can make things move without touching them. I can make animals do what I want them to do, without training them. I can make bad things happen to people who annoy me. I can make them hurt if I want to," I said while looking at Dumbledore closely.

"I knew I was different, " I whispered to no one. "I knew I was special. Always, I knew there was something. "

"Well, you were quite right, " said Dumbledore, who was no longer smiling, but watching me intently. "You are a wizard."

"Are you a wizard too?" I asked quietly.

"Yes, I am."

"Prove it, " I said at once, I had to make sure.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "If, as I take it, you are accepting your place at Hogwarts--"

"Of course I am!" Was he stupid? Of course, I would accept!

"Then you will address me as 'Professor' or 'sir," Dumbledore said.

"I'm sorry, sir. I meant please professor, could you show me," I said in a fake polite voice.

Adults and their need for respect, it makes no sense at all if you think about it. If you want respect, you earn it.

Just like how if you want people to fear you.

Dumbledore took out a stick like an object from an inside pocket of his suit jacket, pointed it at the shabby wardrobe in the corner, and gave the wand a casual flick. The wardrobe burst into flames.

I could only stare at the wardrobe in shock as the flames licked the wood but didn't seem as if it was burning. The fire disappeared and I could only stare at Dumbledore appraisingly.

"At Hogwarts, " Dumbledore went on "We teach you not only to use magic but to control it. You have inadvertently been using your powers in a way that is neither taught nor tolerated at our school. You are not the first, nor will you be the last, to allow your magic to run away with you. But you should know that Hogwarts can expel students, and the Ministry of Magic -- yes, there is a Ministry -- will punish lawbreakers still more severely. All new wizards must accept that, in entering our world, they abide by our laws. "

"Yes, sir, " I said again.

Dumbledore handed me the envelope containing my list of equipment, and after telling me exactly how to get to the Leaky Cauldron from the orphanage.

"You will be able to see it, although muggles around you -- non-magical people, that is -- will not. Ask for Tom the barman -- easy enough to remember, as he shares your name."

I gave an irritable twitch, as though trying to displace an irksome fly.

"You dislike the name 'Tom'?"

"There are a lot of Toms, " I muttered. "Was my father a wizard? He was called Tom Riddle too, they've told me. "

"I'm afraid I don't know, " said Dumbledore. Clearly, he's lying.

"My mother can't have been one, or she wouldn't have died, " I said to myself.

"It must've been him. So -- when I've got all my stuff-- when do I come to this Hogwarts?" I asked.

"All the details are on the second piece of parchment in your envelope, " said Dumbledore.

"You will leave from King's Cross Station on the first of September. There is a train ticket in there too." I nodded.

Dumbledore got to his feet and held out his hand again. Taking it, I said, "I can speak to snakes. I found out when we've been to the country on trips, they whisper to me. Is that normal for a wizard?"

"It's unusual," Dumbledore said after a moment of hesitation, indicating that not everybody can do it. "But not unheard of."

"Goodbye Tom, I shall see you at Hogwarts."

I nodded and watched as he opened the door swiftly and there stood Cindria with her ear facing the door. She immediately backed up once she saw that the door was open. She stared at Dumbledore in fear and I couldn't help but hate him for that.

She doesn't need any more people to fear.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry," she stuttered while backing away from the door.

"No worries, dear," Dumbledore answered back while putting a hand on her head before walking down the hallway.

She looked after him for a second before bolting into the room. "TOM! YOU'RE A WIZARD! AND YOU'RE GOING TO WIZARD SCHOOL!" she whisper-yelled while jumping up and down beside me.

I laughed a little before grabbing her into a hug. She hugged me back with much more excitement than me.

"You're going to be the coolest kid there! I bet they'll be fawning over you and everything! They're gonna love you!" she cried as I let her go.

"Hey, do you want to come with me to shop for my things in the wizarding area place?" I asked knowing her reaction full well.

Her eyes shone so brightly that they could have blinded anyone if they stared hard enough. "Can I really?" she asked in an awed tone.

I nodded my head and she began dancing around the room as if I just told her she'd won the lottery.

A Few Months Later:

"I'll write to you, I promise," I said taking Cindria's hands into mine. I could see she was trying her hardest not to cry and that enough made me feel even much more terrible.

I reconsidered many times as to not go to Hogwarts, that I was satisfied with my magic abilities, and that it would be much better to stay with Cindria.

But when I voiced my thoughts out loud to Cindria, it was as if I told her I was going to commit suicide and I wanted her to burn my body and keep the ashes with her. After ranting to me for about 2 hours, she threatened to stop talking to me so that I wouldn't consider this.

Of course, I knew she was bluffing. But it was a topic that I didn't want to be bluffed about.

The thought of her not being with me was hurtful and made me angry. So I promised that I wouldn't think like that ever again, even though I did.

I just never voiced it out loud anymore and only thought about it when I was alone, seeing as though Cindria could read me like a book sometimes, even though I keep my face as passive as possible.

"I'll write as well. So many times until you'll grow sick of it! Until you'll write back to tell me to stop writing! Please don't forget about me, Tom," she said while petting my black owl.

I pulled her close to me and hugged the life out of her.

"Never," I whispered into her ear and I could hear her shaky breath. I looked at her face to see that she was turning red.

I let her go when I saw it was almost time to board, I could see Mrs. Cole leaning against her car waiting for Cindria so that they could return back to the orphanage.

I didn't want her to go back there, back to being alone.

"I'll see you again. Thanksgiving break will come in a flash and I'll be back and will do loads of fun things together," I said hurriedly as I wiped the tears away from her face.

I pressed my lips against her warm cheek and I had to force myself not to kiss her lips.

She wasn't ready for that I told myself several times before. I knew Cindria had feelings for me, but right now I can tell she was confused about them, so I promised myself that I would give her the time that she needed to sort out her feelings.

I grabbed my cart and with one glance back at Cindria who stood there all alone, I rolled my cart into the wall and disappeared from Cindria's eyes.

One Year Later: Christmas Break.

"WHERE IS SHE?" I yelled out in anger once I searched the whole orphanage.

"I told you, she's been adopted. They took her away 2 months ago, that's why she hasn't been able to reply to your letters," Mrs. Cole said trying to reason with me.

I ran my hand through my dark thick hair and let out a groan of frustration. "Where did they take her?" I said after several seconds of thinking in frustration.

"I don't know."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW?"

"I-I mean the man just took her after signing the papers. The information he gave us a-about him was fake and now we don't know where he or Cindria is. If s-she had refused in the first place then I would've been able to do something but she didn't. Honestly, she looked scared to death after coming out of the room with him. But I couldn't do anything since she agreed to go with him," Mrs. Cole said while walking past me to take out a cup from the cupboard.

I froze when I heard the word man.

She didn't mean him, did she?

"Did you know what the man's name was?" I asked carefully as I watched her pour a cup of coffee into the mug.

"Well, the signed papers said that his name was Carter Johnson, but when Cindria saw him, she cried out something along with the name of Mr. Hindenburg, or was it Honduran?" she said while stirring the liquid in her cup with a spoon.

"What. Was. His. Name?" I said with my teeth clenched.

"I-I-I remember now! It was Mr. Henderson." And once I heard that name, it was as if sirens began in my head.

The cup of coffee that Mrs. Cole had made blew up into pieces, the lights above us blew up, the cupboards and drawers flew open and closed, the plates and the cups all broke and fell to the ground. Mrs. Cole let out a shriek before running out of the kitchen.

Two months have passed, and Cindria was with that god-awful man. Doing who knows what and probably inflicting so much pain on her. I was angry, so angry and I didn't know how to control all this immense power that I was feeling.

I will find her.

Even if it's the last thing I do.

Third POV:

In the end, Tom Riddle didn't find Cindria and it has been 4 years since he last heard her name. He didn't forget her, he promised he wouldn't, he also promised himself once he was out of school that he would go look for her.

No matter how long it would take.

He promised himself that once he found her, that she would be his once more.

And that for all those who harmed her would pay.

That she would be with him forever.

What Tom didn't know, was that maybe he wouldn't have to go looking after all and that the girl he desperately sought was coming to him after such long cruel 4 years.

Cindria was coming back to Tom.

Thank you for reading.