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"Expelliarmus!" That wretched boy yelled. The two spells collided with a loud crash and beams of light splayed in all directions. My wand flew out of my hand, and my own curse started coming back at me. It slowed down and suddenly, I was standing back at the orphanage I had been raised in.
I was standing in the corner of the main office and a scared little boy with brown hair and gray eyes was sitting in the chair in front of the desk. Scratch that, I was sitting in the chair in front of the desk. A kindly woman was sitting behind it. It'd been a long time since I had thought about my time in the orphanage, so why was my subconscious bringing it up now? I thought you only remembered your achievements when your life flashes before your eyes. But instead of all my triumphs, all I saw was the woman and my younger self.
The woman took a deep breath and said slowly, "Tom, you don't have any parents. I know it's hard for you to understand, but your parents have left you here to wait for new parents." I had forgotten I had once asked where my parents were. "But," the woman whose name I couldn't remember continued, "There's no reason to fret." Little me didn't listen, though, for he had started to cry. Tom Riddle crying? No wonder I had never brought this particular memory up before now. The woman pressed on, trying to comfort me, "Tom, it's ok. You're a good kid. There is a perfect family out there for you, I promise." Young Tom was crying harder, so the woman stood and said, "I'll give you some time to process." Then she left.
I walked over and sat in the chair next to my younger self. He obviously couldn't see me, because he didn't even look up when I sat down. He stopped crying suddenly, an idea forming in his head. The younger Tom stood and kicked his chair over, then said, "Fine. If no one loves me, I won't love them. Someday they'll see. They'll all see. I can do so many things. So many more things than they will ever imagine. I am not a good kid. And the world will bow to that knowledge someday." I smiled as younger me clenched his fist and set his jaw.
The spell hit me square in the chest and sent me slowly flying backwards.
Little Tom opened the door to the office to see another one of the kids standing there. "Are you OK, Tom?" The little blond boy asked innocently.
"Leave me alone," Tom snarled and shoved the other kid to the ground.
The little boy looked so confused, "Why are you acting like this Tom?"
"Call me Tom again and I'll rip your vocal cords out," Tom said, as calmly as if he had invited the boy to play with him.
"Well, what do I call you then?"
"Don't call me anything! Don't speak to me again." Tom shot an icy stare at the boy, who started crying when Tom reached down and stole his favorite toy. I stood and went to follow my younger self, but I felt the jerk of being pulled out of the memory.
Before I hit the ground, I suddenly understood why that memory had been revisited. It only seemed right to return to the beginning when you're faced with the end…
I was standing in the corner of the main office and a scared little boy with brown hair and gray eyes was sitting in the chair in front of the desk. Scratch that, I was sitting in the chair in front of the desk. A kindly woman was sitting behind it. It'd been a long time since I had thought about my time in the orphanage, so why was my subconscious bringing it up now? I thought you only remembered your achievements when your life flashes before your eyes. But instead of all my triumphs, all I saw was the woman and my younger self.
The woman took a deep breath and said slowly, "Tom, you don't have any parents. I know it's hard for you to understand, but your parents have left you here to wait for new parents." I had forgotten I had once asked where my parents were. "But," the woman whose name I couldn't remember continued, "There's no reason to fret." Little me didn't listen, though, for he had started to cry. Tom Riddle crying? No wonder I had never brought this particular memory up before now. The woman pressed on, trying to comfort me, "Tom, it's ok. You're a good kid. There is a perfect family out there for you, I promise." Young Tom was crying harder, so the woman stood and said, "I'll give you some time to process." Then she left.
I walked over and sat in the chair next to my younger self. He obviously couldn't see me, because he didn't even look up when I sat down. He stopped crying suddenly, an idea forming in his head. The younger Tom stood and kicked his chair over, then said, "Fine. If no one loves me, I won't love them. Someday they'll see. They'll all see. I can do so many things. So many more things than they will ever imagine. I am not a good kid. And the world will bow to that knowledge someday." I smiled as younger me clenched his fist and set his jaw.
The spell hit me square in the chest and sent me slowly flying backwards.
Little Tom opened the door to the office to see another one of the kids standing there. "Are you OK, Tom?" The little blond boy asked innocently.
"Leave me alone," Tom snarled and shoved the other kid to the ground.
The little boy looked so confused, "Why are you acting like this Tom?"
"Call me Tom again and I'll rip your vocal cords out," Tom said, as calmly as if he had invited the boy to play with him.
"Well, what do I call you then?"
"Don't call me anything! Don't speak to me again." Tom shot an icy stare at the boy, who started crying when Tom reached down and stole his favorite toy. I stood and went to follow my younger self, but I felt the jerk of being pulled out of the memory.
Before I hit the ground, I suddenly understood why that memory had been revisited. It only seemed right to return to the beginning when you're faced with the end…
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So your saying that what? He's regretting or what???? im kinda confuzed