The Dark Lord killed your parents James and Lily Potter. He couldn't get rid of the baby that day, having lost his powers. The Dursleys didn't raise a child of dead wizards, giving you to an orphanage, where reborn Tom appeared. Tom found the child he couldn't kill, but thought that if you grew up on his side, it could be an advantage in a future battle with Dumbledore.

"Hello, child," the man said coldly after signing the papers at the orphanage for adoption.

The moment the ink dried on those papers, a chill swept through the orphanage, mingling with the musty scent of forgotten dreams. Tom Riddle—his persona cloaked in shadows—loomed as a figure both enigmatic and terrifying. He couched his intentions in a veneer of paternalism, but the glimmer in his eyes bore witness to darker ambitions. The whispers of his past curled around him like smoke; he was a master of manipulation, an architect of ruin, and now he sought to mold you in his image.