This is a song fic based on Lucy Spraggan's awesome Tea and Toast song.

Summary: a song fic based on Lucy Spraggan's Awesome Tea and Toast Song. A different take of Thomas Marvolo Riddle life if he didnt become a dark lord. Short fic, around three chapters at most.

Pairing: eventual slash TMR/HP

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Chapter 1

"Tom was born in 1942
With eyes of blue
And the doctors said that his birth was far too fast
His heart stopped twice
But yet he survived
As he took his first breathe
His mother took her last"

Thomas Junior Marvolo Riddle was born in 1942, in the middle of winter, exactly on 31st of December. His birth was a hard birth; it was already ten hours labour when finally his little head went out and saw the world for the first time. His birth was also too fast; he was born a month early with complications. His heart stopped twice, but by some kind of power out there, magical in nature-his birthing nurse had said, he came alive. And it was when his mother gave her last breath away.

The blue eyed baby didn't know about the sadness that was waiting for him, but his father did. Little Thomas' parents were not a really loving couple—she was an ugly mistake little Thomas' father made when he was just 18; and since Thomas Riddle senior was the sole in some sort of important land lord in that area, taking a girl's virginity and impregnating her was a cardinal sin and only punishable by marriage.

So they were married in the small chapel, she with her big eyes full of hope and adoration and love to him; while he was looking down on the peasant girl with ugly face and just barely there bosom. All he could think when they exchange vows was regret of being unable to curb his desire in that one drunken night on the pub.

Thomas Riddle senior learned that his wife's name was Merope after two weeks of their marriage; before he didn't even bother to learn her name; after all, he could always call her 'you' or 'hey you'. She was pregnant; but unfortunately (and fortunately for him) she lost the foetus when it was barely four months old. She was devastated, and Thomas Riddle senior's parents pushed her to her mental strain. Two years after that, she was pregnant again. And after then ten hours of labour Thomas Riddle senior was glad when he thought it was a still birth; but then the baby magically came back to life. The only consolation the man had was his ugly wife was dead. He was free to marry another.

Thus, Thomas Junior Marvolo Riddle was born into the world promising loneliness and loveless family life.

The little blue-eyed boy picked the stone with his little hands. He was only five, but he was more mature than most eight years old. He was also especially gifted. His personal maid always told him so. She said that he was brilliant for he already understood some of the poems and math and history while others with his age just barely learned about alphabets. She told Little Thomas how he was so handsome, with soft brown curls and aristocratic facial structure, just like his father when he was small. She told little Thomas that he would be as good as his father, who was one of the richest landlord in the land, from his massive agriculture lands and textile factory. But little Thomas knew it was all just lies. After all, why would his own father hated him if he was adorable and brilliant?

His father just married another lady a week ago, and they were off for honeymoon in some expensive areas in France. Little Thomas watched the ceremony and how his father smiled towards his new mother. The little boy wondered why he never had that lovely smiled directed to him. When he asked his maid, she said that the master was too busy with his job. Little Thomas forced his little heart to understand. It was true that the war has calmed down, and the winter was the worst in record. But yesterday was his birthday, and nobody but his maid and the chef wished him a happy birthday. It was just a small wish, but couldn't his father smile at him for once in his birthday?

To distract himself, Little Thomas threw the stone to the air and by the sheer of his will, the stone stopped on the air. It was a physically impossible feat, but nothing was impossible for the little Thomas. He could make the birds frozen by the tree's twigs and then called them to his hand. He made things fly and moved according to his wish. He could talk to snakes in the garden. He could make the flowers bloomed before the seasons and also wilt them within minutes.

He knew he was special. But what was special worth, when all he wanted was a smile from his father? What was his fault? He knew he was his mother's killer, but then again, he could see that his father was never put her in high regards anyway. So, shouldn't his father love him for killing his own mother?

He once asked his maid about it, and she smiled to him, singing the lullaby she usually sang to him before the child slept.

"When the skies are looking bad my dear
And your heart has lost all it's hope
After dawn there will be sunshine
And all the dust will go
Skies will clear my darling
You'll wake up with the person you love the most
And in the morning, I'll wake you up
With some tea and toast"

"Why can't you be my mother?" he blurted when the lullaby finished, his little wish that he never had the courage to speak out. But that night was special. He wanted to open up. Little Thomas was ready to learn the truth behind the world. He knew he could take it now. And his maid could only smile sadly.

"Unfortunately, little master, as much as I wish it too, you are not my child and I am not your mother."

A week after, the maid stopped working in the Riddle Manor and went away, leaving her little master and the Riddle Manor. They said she was sent away because she was too close to the little master; some other said she went away because she married a man from the textile factory and they were planning to life their new family life in London.

Either way, it felt like betrayal to little Tom, for she left because she was too close and she didn't include him inside her little family.

It was then Thomas decided that the world was never fair.

Thomas—or Tom, now—was special. He was way ahead of his peers in the school, and it was a source of admiration as well as jealousy for his school mates. Tom preferred to be alone anyway, and he often worked in favour of teachers in exchange of new knowledge. But even though with all the achievement the boy has done, his father just looked at him with one eye, looking down at his only son, demanding more and more. Sometimes it depressed Tom, but most of the time he was too used to it to take notice.

It was even clearer how special Tom was when he finally got his Hogwarts letter, with an ancient looking Gandalf knocking on the Riddle Manor's door. The man explained that his name was Dumbledore and he was a professor in a school of Hogwarts, for the magical people. Tom was invited to such school, because Tom was magical. Magically gifted are for the special people.

It felt naturally true when Tom's father was outraged and called the man as a scammer, demanding the old man to leave his manor immediately. His father even cursed Merope, Tom's deceased mother, to bring such bad blood into Riddle family. But Tom knew better, he was of magic. Whatever he has been doing with her special power was called magic. So he stood against his father and determinedly said he was going to Hogwarts. It was the last strain; the final reason his father needed to disown him—especially as Tom's stepmother was already huge with child on that particular month. The only reason Tom was still living inside the Riddle Manor was because his father's fear of lacking a living successor.

Tom was cast out; he was without money or family background. Yet he was still accepted in Hogwarts and the Gandalf—Professor Dumbledore—told Tom about Hogwarts' scholarship for orphaned kids. The irony was not lost in Tom as he followed the old man towards Leaky Cauldron for the first time.

The boy didn't spend his time to mourn over his new fate; he was too amazed by the magical world; from the shops to the foods to the books to the sports and to the garments. He spent days and days wondering around the Leaky Cauldron, and within the week, most of the shop owners knew him as the lost boy. He was very charming and smart, and the owners of Flourish and Blots hired him as the delivery errand boy for them. He did a very good job until he became some sort of errand boy for almost every shop in the Diagon Alley. He slept in the back room of Flourish and Blots, as the boy himself bargained most of his wage with a place to sleep, some books to freely read and returned to the shelves and some food.

He spent the next half a year until August in that manner, enjoying his errand works and the books. He read the books like he ate food, and in no time, Tom has finished the first year Hogwarts second hands books and continued to read the second one. He familiarized with magic, and secretly learned wandless magic to do some simple things like warming charm and levitating charm. He hasn't got his wand though, because when he knew that the scholarship came with some interest and he needed to repay it back, Tom decided that he should wait for his wages to collect itself and enough for a wand.

By the last week before the 1st of September, the owner of Flourish and Blots gave him his last wage, and Tom decided to purchase his wand. He walked into Ollivander's shop, and the old man smiled when he saw him.

"Finally ready to get your wand, eh, Little Tom?"

Tom smiled. "I am not little, Mr. Ollivander."

"Compare to me you are very little." Ollivander smiled as he took a box. "Try this," he said.

That day Ollivander has no other customer because it took him a day to find Tom the perfect wand. Tom was already worried that he had no wand by noon, and by afternoon he was questioning himself, whether he was really of magical, whether he was able to get into Hogwarts without a wand, and how would he support himself without the help of magical world. Maybe his father was right after all, Tom was a failure coming from a bad seed. Maybe his childhood maid was right after all, for she knew that Tom might be just a useless kid and should not be included in her family plan.

It was then he touched the wood: yam with phoenix feather in it. The connection was instantaneous; the whole room glowed in green and sparkled. Tom felt as if he had found the other side of him, as if he had found his own limb. And the wand shook warmly inside his palm.

The wand reminded him of the lost lullaby when he was small:

"When the skies are looking bad my dear
And your heart has lost all it's hope
After dawn there will be sunshine
And all the dust will go
Skies will clear my darling
Now it's time for you to let go
And in the morning, I'll make you up
With some tea and toast"

And that was when Tom started to think, maybe he deserved his life, maybe… the world was fair after all.

TBC