Shortly after Dumbledore left, the kids began to talk, wondering how they were going to be sorted and which house they would be sorted into.

Tom knew, he didn't think he just knew, that he would be sorted into Slytherin.

Imagining that boy's shocked face, he felt pleasure at it. Then he remembered that he didn't know his name.

He asked the boy, who was standing next to him, "What's your name? I forgot to ask."

"Its Rodolphus Lestrange, for your information" replied the boy rudely.

Rodolphus...Hmm, he had a feeling that in the future Rodolphus would be his 'friend' or as he called it, follower. He smirked.

A few moments later, Dumbledore returned and gestured for them to follow him.

Tom and the other first years followed Dumbledore into the great hall and stood waiting in a queue near the teachers table.

A stool was present there and Dumbledore put a very old looking hat on it.

The hat opened it's brim and started to sing.

Disgusted, Tom ignored it. He had already read about the sorting hat. He had bought a few extra books. He also knew all about the history of Hogwarts.

When the hat finished its song, the students cheered and clapped. Dumbledore unrolled a scroll and said "I will now read your names. When I say your name, sit on the stool and I will put the hat on your head"

Dumbledore started calling names and he heard the name "Black, Bellatrix"

Bellatrix sat on the stool and two seconds later, the hat shouted "SLYTHERIN!"

Minutes later, he heard the name "Lestrange, Rodolphus"

Lestrange walked to the hat in a regal style, his chin up like he was royalty and smirking at the hall around him as though he owned the place. He sat on the stool and Dumbledore placed the hat upon his head.

A second barely passed as the hat yelled, 'SLYTHERIN!'

Smirking, Lestrange walked over to the Slytherin table and sat down.

Moments passed. Finally he heard himself be called. "Riddle, Tom" He walked to the stool and let the hat fall on to his head.

"Ahhh Tom Riddle, I see. You are full of cleverness. You want power. Oh dear, you are an easy one. I daresay you'll love SLYTHERIN"

Tom smirked. He got off the stool and gave the hat to Dumbledore who looked at him with curious and watchful eyes. The Slytherin table was cheering politely. He walked over to them and basked in the pleasure of Rudolphus's shocked face.

The old man who he assumed was professor Dippet, the headmaster, stood up and smiled at them all before saying, 'Its a new year, a fresh start, a new breath and therefore you all have minds that need to be fed with knowledge but for now tuck in'.

Tom looked around and saw that the empty plates had filled themselves with all sorts of food imaginable. He took a few things and started eating, looking around.

The Gryffindors were all eating like animals. How disgusting, thought Tom. He started planning on making sure that every student feared him and no one dared to disrespect him.

He was still eating his first serving when the feast disappeared and a large number of desserts appeared on the table.

Everyone helped themselves and soon everyone had eaten their full. Even those pigs at the gryffindor table. Dippet stood up and declared it to be bed time.