Tom Riddle. A name that appeared so innocent to unconscious people to have yet met the one holding it- the name that actually struck fear into many, past, present or future-it was a name to shudder.

So numerous comprehended that the boy handled such ambition and intelligence, however, not all knew that he also developed dark purposes as well. Intentions that would soon be transformed into reality. Intentions that would maltreat people. Intentions that corrupt him outside, and to his undiscovered thought, inside as well.

Many would impute one man, the man that personally knew that everything Tom did would guide to fire. He knew that many would suffer, he knew that the world would be lived in fear for decades. Yet, he didn't use the weakness of the boy's to stop Tom's intentions. He was the one that came to Tom, informed him of the magical world and the one that gave him entrance to extensive knowledge. That person was none other than Albus Dumbledore.

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It was the morning that was going to change it all. The morning that Tom Riddle confirmed he was different, that he had powers only others could dream of. The morning that was going to accommodate it all.

As Mrs Cole went to fetch the door subsequent hearing the bell ring at 7  sharp. She unhitched the door only to face a man there- wearing a neatly put together maroon suit. He had locks of grey hair falling down beside his head just to stop at his quite broad shoulders. On his shoulders displayed a poker dotted flower pattern precisely placed there.

Mrs Cole bowed her head quickly before motioning the man to enter.

As they sat down across from each other, Mrs Cole began the conversation by asking," May I ask, Are you here adopt or are there other reasons?"

"Ah, no I'm not here to adopt.  You see, Tom Riddle's mother requested him to participate at my school before she deceased. Now that he had officially turned 11, he may attend my school," the professor manufactured.

"Oh, Tom Riddle, yes. The boy is quite...different. Um, let me lead you to his room," studdered awkward Mrs Cole. 

She ought to know why a boarding school that would cost a fortune to pay, required the boy. She knew of his intelligence, yes, but his mother was deserted except for her family and husband. Besides that, no one really knew of her and she never abandoned the town. How could she have known someone so wealthy he let her son go to a boarding school?  The question lingered in her head.

Soon, they had addressed his bedroom door. Mrs Cole hesitated but knocked 3 times like accustomed. A raspy voice spoke, "Come in".

Mrs Cole turned the doorknob and requested the man go in. However, after she did, she quickly scurried to her feet and left.

Albus had anticipated the boy to be poker-faced and to his correction, he was. The professor was about to speak when a boy barged in. The boy looked younger than Tom and was ready to scream at him before he finally noticed the professor.

"Sorry for disturbing sir," the boy was ready to exist when he heard the stranger called, "No, you can stay, I have something that I need to tell you both."

Ethan sat down on the floor since Tom's bed was not an option in his opinion.

"You both are magical. I know this is hard to understand but Tom one of your parents were magical however the other was normal. That makes you a half-blood. Ethan however, both your parents were magical but sadly died, still that makes a pureblood. Also, can you two inform someone named Y/n that she was pureblood but was abandoned at birth to a muggle household?"The professor requested.

Tom still looked styptical, "How do we know that you're not telling lies?"

Albus raised his eyebrow before proceeding to burn Tom's wardrobe, he clicked his finger and the flames disappear and the wardrobe looked like it always did. 

Both boys looked at the man in bewilderment. One looking amazed about the fact that a stranger had just informed him that magic exists, one amazed there are others like him. However, at the same time disappointed that both his parents didn't both possessed magic. For him, being special and falling in love with someone normal is a disgrace.

As the professor anticipated for the boy's attention, he spoke, "Tom, thievery is not tolerated at Hogwarts," while revealing the boy's belongings to discover stolen items that to Tom reproduced trophies and awards.

After the statement, he diminished the door and was about to subsist when a voice spoke, "I can speak to snakes too, is that normal for someone of my standards?" Tom questioned.

Albus turned back and muttered quickly a word, "No," before leaving.

That day, Albus Dumbledore knew he had obtained a new enemy that he had just invited to learn extensive knowledge at the best school. What he didn't know was that he had just come in contact with a boy that had dark aims beyond Grindelwald and a boy that demanded power and respect. He had just encountered the young Voldemort.