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nox920
6th Aug 2009, 09:57 PM
I downloaded a premade Voldemort Sim, and before I knew it, I had made a handful of Harry Potter characters in my town. The story centers around different Harry Potter characters and their adventures. I hope you guys, Harry Potter fans or not, enjoy my first attempt at a Simstory.
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Chapter 1: The Birth of Tom Riddle

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Kerry was exhausted. She was finally putting the last child to bed. She, along with her sister Terry, ran an orphanage in Riverview. They both loved their jobs, but it certainly could be tiring.

It was almost midnight. So much for getting to sleep early, she thought. After double-checking the stove, she trudged herself up the stairs to her room.

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Her sister was already asleep so she tried to be as quiet as possible. However, the silence was broken by a few brisk raps at the door downstairs. She wondered who in the world could be calling at this hour. She headed downstairs to welcome the unexpected guest.

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She opened the door to a very tired and worn looking woman. She was also very late in pregnancy, ready to give birth at any moment.
“Come in, come in, come out of the cold,” Kerry offered sympathetically.
Willingly, the woman accepted.

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Now in the light, Kerry had a better look at the visitor. She was filthy from head to toe, and quite young; couldn’t have been much older than 20. Her dress, possibly once a deep blue, was tattered and gray from excessive wear without washing. Her hair was unkempt and tangled in a few places.

“What is your name? Where have you come from?” a concerned Kerry asked.

“Merope, I came from Hangleton. I rode as far as I could, and when I ran out of money I started walking. This is the first place I found.” It seemed to take Merope a huge effort to reply these words.

Kerry had never heard of Hangletown. In fact, she had never been outside of Riverview her whole life. Some of the kids in the orphanage had come from different towns, but they arrived too young to remember much. She wondered what unfortunate circumstances forced this young woman to have to travel so far so close to giving birth, but felt it better not to ask too much in her current state.

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Merope suddenly stumbled, and began to fall forward with a groan. Kerry caught her in her arms for support. The baby was coming soon. Merope, with Kerry’s support, came to the middle of the living room.

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Instead of sitting down on the sofa to rest her feet, Merope remained standing. This was it. (People have babies standing up, as I’m sure you know.) Kerry was worried; it was too late to go to the hospital and she knew the soon-to-be mother was already worn out.

Thankfully, the baby was born without complications. However, when Kerry came back from cleaning up the baby, Merope lay unmoving on the couch.

“Are you ok? Let me bring you some water,” Kerry offered.

“Let…me…see the baby.” Merope’s voice was faint.

“Oh, of course of course,” Kelley replied as she went to get the newborn.

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“It’s a boy,” she remarked happily as she returned. She had changed clothing since the birth.

Merope, with her last ounces of strength, propped herself up enough to see her son. She smiled meekly. Very faintly she said, “Tom Riddle. His name is Tom Marvolo Riddle.”

She lay back down on the sofa.

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Birthing her only child was Merope Gaunt’s final act on this earth. Now that she knew she had succeeded, she could finally rest.

nox920
8th Aug 2009, 11:44 AM
Tom was a quick learner. For example, he learned to walk much sooner than the other toddlers of the orphanage were able to.
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With his bright blue eyes and adorable smile, he was a very cute baby. Both Ms. Sherry and Kerry Worthington certainly enjoyed the new addition to the household. Things ran relatively smoothly in the orphanage.



Smoothly that is, until one night. Ms. Kerry was on her way to put Tom to bed. When she walked into the room, her jaw dropped.

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The living room chair was floating off of the ground! Tom sat right in front of it; arm extended. Could she believe what she was seeing? Dumbstruck, she stood there, unmoving. After a few moments, the chair touched base with the floor. Tom walked over to the xylophone as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

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Ms. Kerry tried to collect her thoughts. Chairs did not float; certainly not in her living room. Yet she couldn’t deny seeing that chair in midair. She settled on the idea that the late hour after a long day of dealing with fidgety children had some part in this, and excused herself to bed.



Tom Riddle transitioned smoothly into his childhood.

One fine afternoon found him hanging out with two girls from the orphanage. Neither Ms. Worthington had time to take him to the library that day as he had hoped so he didn’t have much else to do. Jill was babbling on about the exquisiteness of hair, specifically hers. She spoke as if silk threads had taken root in her scalp.

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“Isn’t it just marvelous? How it just glistens in the sunlight. I think I want to grow it out a bit more, but I don’t want to risk tangles. Tangles can ruin a person’s hair, you know.”

Her companion, Izzy, nodded in silent agreement.

She continued, in her know-it-all manner, “I was it twice a day, at the very least, to keep its luster. Like today, I plan on washing it three times. Quite necessary, of course.”

Tom snorted in disgust.

She scornfully turned his direction.

“Well, what do you think about it Tom?” she remarked coolly. “Doesn’t it simply radiate and extenuate my facial fetureistics?” she added mockingly. (Jill took great pride in her proficient vocabulary.)

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He stared at her for a moment, and then replied, “I think it would look better if it were green. And orange. And blue on the ends.”

Laughing, she responded, “That would be downright hideous! Don’t you agree Izzy?”

“Oh yes, a dreadful idea.”

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“Well, if it were, maybe you wouldn’t talk about your STUPID HAIR ALL THE TIME!”
He didn’t mean to raise his voice, but it felt good.
His words were followed by a strange *POP*. Izzy emitted an earsplitting scream. Tom became rigid; his stomach felt like it had turned over. Jill’s hair had actually changed from blond to the exact color scheme Tom had just described.

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“What!? What is it!?” Jill demanded.

“Y-Your h-hair…” Izzy replied, flabbergasted.

“What about it!?” screamed the former as she ran toward the house, fervent on getting to a mirror.

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Izzy stared at Tom with a mixed look of disgust and horror. “What is wrong with you, Tom Riddle?” He was just as shocked as she was, if not more so. He really would have liked to see Izzy’s hair like this, but he never imagined that his words could seemingly make it happen.

Jill cried to Ms. Sherry about the incident. Sherry could not comprehend how the girl's hair had changed color so drastically, and simply could not believe that Tom had actually ‘wished it’ upon her. She tried to dye the girl’s hair back to blond, but no amount of dye had any effect on the colored hair. She desperately tried to console the traumatized girl,

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“We can cut it off and it’ll grow back the normal color-”

“CUT IT OFF!?” Jill screamed through a face full of tears.

“-or wear a hat.” Ms. Sherry added hastily.

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After putting the traumatized girl to bed, Ms. Sherry approached Tom. “I don’t know what you Tom Marvolo Riddle, but you best put a stop to…whatever it is you did,” she stated sternly.

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“I didn’t DO anything!” Tom shot back at her.

“Well…Go to your room! Jill is very upset about her hair. You know how much her hair meant to her.” Ms. Kerry responded.

“Boy, did I ever,” Tom murmured under his breath.

“One more remark like that and you’ll get no supper tomorrow either!” the disgruntled social worker finished; eyeing him suspiciously as he marched upstairs.


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As he lay in his bed, Tom replayed the day's events in his head. It didn't make any sense, but he KNEW he had changed the color of Jill's hair. The idea of being able to do things like this scared him more than it excited him. After much tossing and turning he was able to fall into an uneasy sleep.

minus.
8th Aug 2009, 11:55 AM
Hi. Harry Potter fangirl here. *waves*
I'm rereading The Goblet of Fire and take a break and find this... thank you for brightening up my not-so-great day :D
I sure as hell will follow this story.

dark_jean
28th Nov 2009, 11:20 AM
Wow! you really have my attention....:D