A few years later
Dark clouds circled the sky threatning to burst. Lightning streaked through the clouds and the thunder claps drowned every other sound. Mrs Cook and Mrs Bailey hurriedly started to pack up their things. They had thought that it was a good day for a picnic and had brought the children to the nearby mountains. They had trekked for a while before coming to a stop behind a cave. They were just starting to open their picnic baskets for lunch when the weather played truant.
"Let's get the children," Mrs Cook said, stuffing everything in the bags. 'Where are they?"
"Must be playing nearby," Mrs Bailey replied, looking around. "There's Tom."
"Tom," Mrs Cook called out. Tom walked up to them and looked at her questioningly. "Where are your friends?"
"I have no friends," Tom replied, automatically. Mrs Cook sighed. "Where are your companions, Tom?" she asked again.
"Over there," he replied, pointing over his shoulder. They looked all around but couldn't find any of them.
"Inside the cave," Tom said, condescendingly. The two ladies rushed over to the entrance of the cave and found it closed. They looked at Tom, horrified.
"Are they really in there?" Mrs Bailey finally found her voice. Tom nodded.
"But how?" Mrs Bailey whispered.
"No idea," Tom replied. "Now are you going to continue chatting with me or try getting them out?"
Saying so, Tom walked away, completely unaware of the fact that he was being watched intently.
~*~
The man made his way to the orphanage building, amidst the rain and thunder. He came to a stop in front of the door and knocked. Mrs Cook opened the door and was taken aback on seeing the strange looking man at the door. Nevertheless, she ushered him in.
"Whom do you want to meet, sir?" she asked him politely.
"I believe that there's a boy named Tom Marvolo Riddle staying here," the man replied. "I've come to meet him."
"Tom?" Mrs Cook was surprised. He never had any visitors up till now. She eyed the man suspiciously.
"And why do you want to meet him, sir?" she asked him, forcing herself to be polite.
"I've come to take him away," the man said. "To a school."
"A school?" she enquired, skeptically. The man nodded and produced a parchment. Mrs Cook looked at it and nodded.
"Very well," she said. "The last room to your left. And oh...I haven't asked you your name, sir."
The man stopped and turned to face Mrs Cook. He smiled.
"Albus Dumbledore," he replied.
Dark clouds circled the sky threatning to burst. Lightning streaked through the clouds and the thunder claps drowned every other sound. Mrs Cook and Mrs Bailey hurriedly started to pack up their things. They had thought that it was a good day for a picnic and had brought the children to the nearby mountains. They had trekked for a while before coming to a stop behind a cave. They were just starting to open their picnic baskets for lunch when the weather played truant.
"Let's get the children," Mrs Cook said, stuffing everything in the bags. 'Where are they?"
"Must be playing nearby," Mrs Bailey replied, looking around. "There's Tom."
"Tom," Mrs Cook called out. Tom walked up to them and looked at her questioningly. "Where are your friends?"
"I have no friends," Tom replied, automatically. Mrs Cook sighed. "Where are your companions, Tom?" she asked again.
"Over there," he replied, pointing over his shoulder. They looked all around but couldn't find any of them.
"Inside the cave," Tom said, condescendingly. The two ladies rushed over to the entrance of the cave and found it closed. They looked at Tom, horrified.
"Are they really in there?" Mrs Bailey finally found her voice. Tom nodded.
"But how?" Mrs Bailey whispered.
"No idea," Tom replied. "Now are you going to continue chatting with me or try getting them out?"
Saying so, Tom walked away, completely unaware of the fact that he was being watched intently.
~*~
The man made his way to the orphanage building, amidst the rain and thunder. He came to a stop in front of the door and knocked. Mrs Cook opened the door and was taken aback on seeing the strange looking man at the door. Nevertheless, she ushered him in.
"Whom do you want to meet, sir?" she asked him politely.
"I believe that there's a boy named Tom Marvolo Riddle staying here," the man replied. "I've come to meet him."
"Tom?" Mrs Cook was surprised. He never had any visitors up till now. She eyed the man suspiciously.
"And why do you want to meet him, sir?" she asked him, forcing herself to be polite.
"I've come to take him away," the man said. "To a school."
"A school?" she enquired, skeptically. The man nodded and produced a parchment. Mrs Cook looked at it and nodded.
"Very well," she said. "The last room to your left. And oh...I haven't asked you your name, sir."
The man stopped and turned to face Mrs Cook. He smiled.
"Albus Dumbledore," he replied.
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