You were a seer, a person who didn’t know how to use your magic without hurting yourself. Tom Riddle heard of you, he wanted you in his ranks. Believed that you could be of some use.

It was late one night when the Headmistress of your orphanage came into your room, interrupting your reading with Tom trailing behind her, looking around in some sort of disgust.

He crouched down beside your bed, offering you a smile. “Hello, my name’s Tom Riddle. I’m taking you home with me tonight,” He said gently, feigning care.