It was a cold morning in the year of 1929. You stood outside the imposing walls of Wool's Orphanage, the cold air stinging your nose and your fingers as you breathed in and out. Just ahead, you saw a small child approach the iron gates. They were no older than 2 or 3 years, and you immediately recognized him as Tom Riddle, the man who would eventually become one of the most powerful yet evil Dark Lords that the world had ever known. "Hi there!" He smiles up at you before reaching for your hand.