Alex opened his eyes, but instead of the dull, dingy apartment, he was greeted by a strange sight. He was lying in a crib, surrounded by faded walls and worn-out furniture. He tried to move, but his arms and legs felt weak and feeble. Confused, he looked down at himself and gasped when he realized that he was a baby.
Memories flooded back to him, and he understood what had happened. He was Tom Riddle, the future dark lord of the wizarding world. He had been sent back in time to the year 1926, to the very same orphanage where he had been abandoned as a baby.
But that wasn't the most shocking realization. He remembered watching the Harry Potter movies with Sarah, and now he knew that he was in the same world, a world where magic was real.
Alex felt a wave of despair wash over him as he looked around the dreary room. The orphanage was overcrowded and understaffed, and the babies were left to fend for themselves. The air was thick with the stench of urine and feces, and the cries of hungry children echoed through the halls.
He felt a sense of helplessness, knowing that he couldn't change anything in this time period. He was just a baby, completely dependent on the care of others. He felt a pang of guilt, realizing that he had taken his life for granted in his previous existence. He had complained about his circumstances, but at least he had a roof over his head and food to eat.
But here, in 1926, he was surrounded by poverty and war. The world was still recovering from the devastating effects of World War I, and many families had lost their homes, their livelihoods, and their loved ones. The orphanage was no exception, struggling to provide even the most basic necessities to the children in its care.
Alex felt a gnawing hunger in his stomach, and he cried out for someone to feed him. It took a while for a caregiver to come, but eventually, an old woman with a sour expression on her face appeared. She grudgingly picked him up and placed him on her lap, offering him a bowl of thin gruel.
Alex grimaced at the taste but swallowed it down, feeling his empty stomach fill up slightly. He knew that this would be his life for a while, a bleak existence with little hope for a better future.
As the days turned into weeks, Alex grew stronger and more aware of his surroundings. He watched as the other children crawled and toddled around him, their faces dirty and their clothes ragged. He saw the fear and sadness in their eyes, knowing that they were all alone in the world.
Alex wanted to do something to help, but he was just a baby, unable to speak or communicate his thoughts. He felt frustrated and powerless, longing for the day when he would grow up and have the ability to make a difference.
But for now, he was stuck in this dismal existence, surrounded by poverty and neglect. He could only hope that one day, he would find a way to escape this life and create a better one for himself and others.
But as Alex pondered his future, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over him. The world around him blurred, and he felt himself sinking into an indescribable warmth. It was as if he was being embraced by an unseen force, a presence that felt strangely familiar, yet comforting. The sensation enveloped him, filling his being with a profound sense of belonging and purpose. And then, just as quickly as it had come, the warmth consumed him, and Alex lost consciousness, drifting into a deep slumber like state.
The caregiver watched as the baby, Tom, drifted off to sleep. She couldn't help but feel a sense of hatred towards him. She believed him to be the devil's spawn, just like his mother who had died right after giving birth to him. She remembered how his eyes were satanically red and how he had an evil and dark atmosphere around him when he was born. It was as if nature was giving natural signs of this devil being born, and she wished he had died with his mother.
She sighed, remembering how the orphanage was struggling to make ends meet. The government had cut the funds, and they were left to fend for themselves. She hated her life, being stuck in this dreary place, surrounded by poverty and neglect. She cursed at the government for abandoning them, leaving innocent children to suffer.
But despite her hatred for the baby, she knew it was her duty to take care of him. She would feed him, change his diaper, and make sure he was safe. She may not love him, but she would do her job.