Tom stood by the window in his dark room in the muggle orphanage, looking down at the dark street below him. He was almost exactly like his father, his black hair and dark eyes. Only a few people walked past the orphanage, it was extremely old, and was down a side street with shops long since forgotten, the only places to go were a few houses, but even they were old on mouldy.
Sitting on his bed, tom took out a small pendant from under his pillow, he didn't know why he still had it, because it wouldn't open, but it had come to the orphanage with him, wrapped up in his blanket.
Tom barely talked to anyone, and they didn't try to talk to him. Something about Tom kept them away from him, as though they feared him, and Tom liked that. He hadn't tried to talk to anybody, it was just a pain, they would always find some way to stop the conversation before it had even begun.
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The Dark Son
FanfictionThe son of Lord Voldemort and Bellatrix Lestrange, grows up in the Orphanage that his father grew up in. Being the spitting image of his father, is immediately recognized by members of the wizarding world. As he makes his way through years at Hogwa...
