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.
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Chapter 1: The Birth of Tom Riddle
http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r186/nox920/Screenshot-105.jpg
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.
http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r186/nox920/Screenshot-107.jpg
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.
http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r186/nox920/Screenshot-108.jpg
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.
http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r186/nox920/Screenshot-111.jpg
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.
http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r186/nox920/Screenshot-114.jpg
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.
http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r186/nox920/Screenshot-121.jpg
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.
http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r186/nox920/Screenshot-130.jpg
“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.
http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r186/nox920/Screenshot-133.jpg
Birthing her only child was Merope Gaunt’s final act on this earth. Now that she knew she had succeeded, she could finally rest.