He was lying under a bench on a train station when he woke up.

He didn't know the details, but he knew he had been defeated. There was nothing more left.

A young man and an old man were talking. He didn't understand what they said but wished they would go away from him. They did.

He was in pieces. Everything was cloudy and muddled. Nothing made sense.

He remembered being in an orphanage. He remembered his uncle and aunt locked him up in a cupboard.

He remembered his parents hated him and abandoned him. He remembered his parents loved him and died for him.

He remembered killing a young man with black hair and glasses and a young woman with red hair and green eyes.

He wished his parents hadn't died. If they had lived he wouldn't have to be in an orphanage.

For a brief instant, in his own muddled state, he regretted killing them.

Suddenly, there was a bright light and a loud sound. Before he could understand what happened he heard something else - footsteps. And they were growing closer to him. All of the cloudy and hazy feeling he had till now seemed to melt in an instant and he was only aware of the footsteps. He wished they would leave him alone, but knew he would get no such thing. The footsteps kept getting closer.

The footsteps stopped right next to him and a man with a frightening face bent under the bench to look at him.

"Hello, Tom Marvolo Riddle. My name is Salazar Slytherin, and I'm going to put you together."