His ( A Tom Riddle Love Story)

CHAPTER ONE

Chapter 1

16-year-old Cindria's POV:

"P-P-Please! I-I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean t-to!" I cried out in fear while backing away from him.

"What're you sorry for? Burning my dinner? Living? Being a failure? Killing my wife? You will pay for everything that you've done!" Mr. Henderson said while grabbing a fistful of my black hair.

I cried out in pain while he dragged me towards the kitchen, he shoved my face into the burned food that I had made.

"See this trash, it's the same as you, unwanted and makes everybody sick!" He yelled.

I cried harder and that seemed to anger him so he slapped me. The slap was so powerful, that for a while I saw double and couldn't feel anything on my face.

"It's all your fault! She died because of you!" he yelled out punching me in the stomach over and over again.

He dropped me and I lay there gasping in pain, trying to regain my breath. He kicked me and didn't stop there, he continuously kicked me until I felt myself blacking out.

I threw my arms out to protect myself and then I did something I never expected I'd be able to do.

When my hand flew out, Mr. Henderson flew back, hit the refrigerator with such force that I thought he'd make a hole through it and fell back towards the ground.

I could only stare at Mr. Henderson in shock, the air around silent with only my gasps of air being heard by me and only me.

I stared at my hands wondering what the hell I just did before I turned over and started coughing my lungs out. After I finished my coughing fit of death, I saw that I had coughed up way too much blood to my liking.

I heard a rustle and saw that Mr. Henderson was moving a bit. But by the time he opened his eyes just a bit, I was out the door and running like my life depended on it. And in this situation, my life probably did depend on it.

A Week Later:

I hugged my ratty jacket close to me trying to get warm, it was already October and I knew that he was back at that school. I smiled a bit thinking about Tom and wondering how he was. It's been such a long time since my eyes met with his lovely dark ones.

I looked over my shoulder one more time, making sure I wasn't followed. The last time I ran away, I ended up getting caught and brought back home where I was beaten to the point that I thought it was over for me, that I was going to die.

But I didn't so oh well you can't get everything you want in life, now can you?

Someone bumped into me and I cried out with so many apologies that I didn't have time to figure out that I recognized this person.

"I know you," I said hesitantly while staring into his blue eyes behind his moon circles spectacles.

"That you do, my dear. We met a long time ago, but at that time I was there for Mr. Riddle. This time I'm here for you," the man smiled gently while taking my arm and leading me towards a café.

Once we sat down and he had ordered for both of us a cup of tea, he looked at me much more closely. "You don't look so very well Miss. Rowan, is everything alright?"

I could only nod my head in positive, no need to burden anybody else with my problems. "I'm fine sir, but please tell me, how's Tom?"

He smiled and answered my question.

"Tom has grown into a handsome brilliant child. Probably the most brilliant student Hogwarts has ever seen," I could only smile at that.

"But right now, I'm not here for Tom, I'm here to talk about you," he said. "My name is Professor Dumbledore, and I'd like to offer you a place in Hogwarts."

"Me?"

"Yes, you see back then your magical powers were dormant and I could only sense an ounce of magical aura from you. But now it seems as if you triggered something and that's what caused your powers to appear. Do you mind telling me what you were trying to do at the time?"

I remembered that this was the first time I had tried to defend myself from him.

"I was trying to defend myself," I answered truthfully.

"From what? May I ask?" Dumbledore asked gently.

It's over Cindria; you don't have to go back there anymore. You can tell him now that it's over.

"My adopted father," I replied looking away.

Before Dumbledore can say anything else, the waiter brought our cups of tea and asked if we needed anything else.

After kindly telling him no, Dumbledore looked at me with not pity but sadness. You can probably call it the same, but there's a big difference between feeling sad for someone and pitying them.

"It's okay, though, right? I don't have to go back there anymore. I can go to Hogwarts, yes?" I asked hurriedly.

Dumbledore smiled and nodded his head in positive and at that moment I felt so happy, foreign feeling that I haven't felt in a long time.

"Thank you so much!" I cried out in happiness with tears in my eyes. "You have no idea how happy I am!"

"I think I have a faint idea."

I could only laugh in happiness, after so many years I can finally go to the school Tom always talked about when he came back on breaks.

Finally, I'll be able to see Tom after so many years!

"Okay, now we're going to go pick up your supplies and you'll be in Hogwarts by tonight. How does that sound?" Dumbledore asked while drinking his tea.

I think I almost fainted; I'd be able to see Tom so soon.

"That's probably the best news I've ever heard in years," I said while taking a sip from my tea.

Ah, so warm.

Dumbledore smiled and we sat in our seats in silence, enjoying our tea.

A Few Hours Later: After Shopping For Equipment

It was already dark outside when Dumbledore and I headed towards the Floo Network.

"You said your wand was made of what?" Dumbledore asked

"Dragon Core, red oak, 13 ¾, somewhat flexible," I said excitedly while examining the flower designs engraved into the wooden magical stick. "If I remember right, Tom had a Phoenix feather core. He told me it was the rarest."

"You are correct, you seem to know a lot more about the wizarding world than I would've guessed."

"Tom told me everything, and he always allowed me to go shopping with him whenever he went."

"It seems like Tom admired you a lot, though he stopped going back to the orphanage on holidays 4 years ago and only went back on summer vacation."

"Maybe it was because I was adopted, I don't mean to sound conceited but I guess Tom only came back on holidays because of me. Maybe he felt like he had an obligation to come and see me."

"I doubt that's the case Miss. Rowan, Mr. Riddle seems to be very fond of you. I remember him asking if he could allow you to come to Hogwarts just to see how beautiful it was, even if we allowed him to bring you, you wouldn't have been able to see it. But now that we're certain that you're a witch, you can see Hogwarts and I can tell you that you'll have a good time."

I smiled at this and walked alongside Dumbledore until we reached the Floo Network Shop.

"So we'll be getting to Hogwarts through this, we'll find ourselves in the Headmaster Dippet's office. The rest of your things will be transported to your house after you're sorted. I believe you know about the sorting and the houses?" Dumbledore said while standing in front of the fireplace.

"Yes, Tom told me all about them and their founders. Tom was sorted into Slytherin, I hope I'll be sorted there," I said while looking at the fire in fascination and fear when it glowed green.

"It's up to the sorting hat, but I'm sure you'll be put in a house where you belong," Dumbledore said kindly.

He grabbed my arm and stepped closer to the fire while holding a glittery; silver powder, which I knew was Floo Powder. Tom had brought back some when he came for Easter break. Dumbledore threw the Floo into the fireplace and stated in a clear voice 'Hogwarts'

Thank you for reading.