How’d you find this out?
By: Selevas Amagus
The year was December 30th, 1937.
A young boy lay awake in his bed with his deep hazel eyes piercing the dark, watching the clock that read 11:58 PM very intently. With his fingers interlocked and crossed over his stomach he tapped his feet to the sound of the second hand against the lower bar of the bed frame. “Almost there,” thought the boy, as a slight grin shot across his face.
The next minute ticked by and the boy became more restless. He shifted in his bed to his side and picked up a black piece of chalk that had been tucked away and placed at his side. The boy continued to watch the clock from over his left shoulder, now facing the wall. “Just Ten More Seconds Now” he whispered, growing impatient.
The boy pressed his chalk against the wall facing him and counted down from five. When the two hands on the clock reached 12AM on the dot, the boy drew two lines next to one another that each resembled a one. “Happy Birthday, Tom” he said under a whisper while now smiling as big as he could. The boy then put the chalk back down on his bed, turned on his back, and pulled the blanket up over his body.
The air was incredibly chilling this evening and Tom’s room just happened to be at the end of the hall, away from the furnace. The snow outside was piling up by the second on his windows adjacent sill, and frost could be seen crawling across the inside edges of the window’s pane.
Tom was no stranger to these conditions, however, as this had been the room he had taken residency in his entire life. Every birthday, holiday, and celebratory event you can imagine was conducted within these four walls and while most would consider this state of affairs less than suitable for a boy of only eleven, Tom thought of it as home.
As Tom was drifting off to sleep a loud slam jolted him awake. His eyes opened quickly and shot directly to the door. Two eyes were now peering through a slot that was previously hidden by a sliding wooden cover placed just at eye level. Tom stared directly at the set of eyes for what felt like forever but had been only seconds.
“Go to sleep you! ”exclaimed an older woman’s voice from behind the door.
“I’m doing my best to madam,” replied Tom to the unfamiliar voice.
“The voices in your head make it a little hard there Riddle.” said the woman laughing uproariously.
Tom moved his hands from where they had been under his covers and positioned them behind his head, and closed his eyes. “I won’t give her, whoever she is, the satisfaction of a response.” he thought to himself.
“That’s right boy. Mind your tongue before you lose it.” said the voice while chuckling.
Another loud noise echoed and the sliding door was now shut, as swiftly as it had been opened. Tom could hear the incessant laughter and footsteps carry down the corridor of the orphanage until they echoed faintly out of ear-shit.
Tom wasn’t sure who had visited him this evening, but it surely was not Mrs. Cole or Martha, the caretakers of the children’s home.
“How then did she know about the voices? What else did she know and why was she in the home?” he thought to himself.
Tom laid awake most of the night looking out of the window at the snow drifting down from above the frame and disappearing below it.
His thoughts were becoming obsessive around the event that had taken place and he couldn’t help but feel anxious about not knowing who had spoken to him that evening.
Tom awoke the next morning to the sound of the birds chirping in the tree not but a few feet from the outside of his bedroom window. The snow had come and gone and now the sun was beating down into his room and across the floor.
“Today’s my birthday!” Tom thought as he planted his feet on the ground beside his bed and sat up.
Not much ever happened in the orphanage, especially in the means of birthdays. In fact, most of the kid’s birthdays were unknown to Tom, but if he had been made aware it probably wouldn’t have mattered much anyway.
You see, most of the kids didn’t like Tom and thought he was different. It was not uncommon for them to tease him, prod at him, hurt him or try to humiliate him for the voices he heard.
In one instance a family had come to visit Tom when he was much younger. A lovely couple that had been trying for a son nearly their entire romantic life and was unable to conceive. They had now visited on three occasions and were almost settled on taking Tom into their home.
On the latest visit, a thin, blonde-haired girl by the name of Abigail Numrich had made it her personal goal to make sure Tom did not go home with this family. During their visitation time, she began asking Tom about how the voices were treating him and if they were still telling him to physically harm everyone in the orphanage.
This of course was not truthful at all, but the couple could not get over the discomfort they felt thinking about letting Tom into their home.
After their visit, Tom never heard from the family again, nor did they ever return to the Orphanage.
Comment below to stay updated as this story progresses….
How’d you find this out?
Will, a Pensive was found in Crystal Cave at the bottom of the Lake, encapsulated perfectly inside of stone. The pensive seemingly contains all of the memories of Tom Marvolo Riddle.
What happens next? It was interesting to learn more about tom riddles history.
Your a great writer! Was this your imagination? It’s amazing! I do feel pretty sad for Voldemort though. There is a thing saying ear-shit instead of ear-shot… I think that should change for kids reading this……
Well, that’s interesting. Now we can see if his past is connected to the killings. So… ya. Although, Abigail Numrich is very mean. He fate might have been different if he got adopted. A lot of lives could have been saved. So if Abigail was one of the bodies then we know who is the mystery murderer! Anyways, this is really cool to look more into the past of Tom Riddle. To really get to know him.
We absolutely agree here at The Prophet. Our team is still trying to understand all of the memories found in the pensive and put them together in chronological order to present to the Wizarding World. We look forward to seeing how it progresses.
I have a theory that Saint Ambrose was the real Merlin. according to my research.
Aurelius Ambrosius, later named Saint Ambrose, was supposedly also known as Merlin in an old story about Merlin. before the modern retelling.
Also There is the story that Merlin’s father was named Aurelius Ambrosius, and what do you know, the father of Saint Ambrose was named Aurelius Ambrosius.
Do you think we will uncover something having to do with this in the Pensive that was discovered containing Tom Riddles memories?
I have a theory that if Merlin became an animagus, he would become a golden phoenix. His first name Aurelius means gold and his last name Ambrosius means divine or immortal. Do you think he succeeded at becoming a phoenix?
Is Merlin potentially an animagus?
If my theory is true, then because his name Aurelius means gold, and his name Ambrosius means divine or immortal, his animagus form is potentially a phoenix if he became an animagus.
How are you so smart?
Who in the world was the person outside his door? How far are you from recovering everything from the pensive? And how did you get the pensive? Like did you drain the lake? What about all the inferi? Or am I thinking of a completely different place? Anyways this is just amazing. Seeing this I’m assuming many people would just want to grab a time turner (if they somehow managed to find one) and go back to change some of the stuff that happened.
Azula, you are correct. The pensive was found at the bottom of the lake encased in stone and multiple charms. We’re unaware why the Ministry of Magic chose to drain Crystal Cave at this point in time as they have failed to comment on it.
Why does Tom’s room have a prison-like feel? Are the caretakers cruel like Mary Lou Barebone? I need answers!
I have done a lot of research on Tom Riddle’s history and this is the most detailed thing I could find. I juts hope we can find more memories.
Question: when the heck are you gonna put out the next entry? I’ve waited way too long…
Jade, thank you so much for your readership! The Daily Prophet is still waiting for the Ministry of Magic to “authorize” the next set of memory entanglement to be transported to us from their possession. We hope to have it soon and be able to deliver more to the Wizarding World
The intellectual and creative property found on THEDAILYPROPHET.NET is the exclusive right of it's owner(s) and does not belong to THEDAILYPROPHET.NET. Any duplication, re-creation or distribution of the content found here is prohibited and legal action will be taken if it is found to be so.
This website has no affiliation with Harry Potter, the Wizarding World or Warner Bros and is independent of all parties.
HARRY POTTER characters, names and related indicia are © & ™ Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc. WB SHIELD: © & ™ WBEI. WIZARDING WORLD trademark and logo © & ™ Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc. Publishing Rights © JKR. (s19)
NOTICE OF INTENT: This website was created as canon to the world of magic and serves as a medium for fan-fiction writers and contributors to showcase their works. We are a small group of supporters to J.K. Rowling's continued legacy and only wish to promote an ongoing interest among new and old fans.