Disclaimer: I don't own anything other then the plot, JK Rowling owns everything else!
A/N: The idea for this story has been in my head for a few months, but now I've finally decided to write it and I hope it turns out as good as it sounded in my mind! The idea first came to me when I finished reading the fifth book (which took me about a month to finish! But I'm not complaining, I rather enjoyed the fact that it was so long!) and I realized that their has to be more to Voldemort then we think, their must have been some events in his seventh year that really made him go as bad as he did… and I hope you agree with me after I've finished writing this story! Well without further adieu, here's the story!
Chapter 1
Tom Riddle
As in every good romance story, there is a girl. A girl that captured the heart of a young man, thought to be too deep in his damnable thoughts to ever come back from his malicious ways. And in these romance stories, there is something she sees in the young man, something no one else can see. But there is a barrier between them, something that keeps them apart and could just make the young man even more repugnant then before. This is the story of Tom Marvalo Riddle, the story never seen before now.
Tom Riddle was amazingly clever for his age. Everyone around him knew someday he'd do great things with his extordinary powers, uncanny schemes, and impressive resourcefulness. And in his fifth year he proved he was trustworthy, becoming a prefect; in his sixth that he was courageous, catching the heir to Slytherin; and in his seventh year that he was honorable, for becoming Head Boy. Yet at moments like these, when Tom was all alone in the Slytherin common room, thinking about life, he felt none of these things.
Inside of him was a deep hatred to his father, the one man who had changed his life the most, the one man who would be responsible for making him the most infernal wizard in existence. His father would pay, pay for making Tom's life miserable, pay for making Tom live in an orphanage for 11 years where he was treated like dirt, pay for rejecting his mother, pay for everything that had cursed Tom's life.
Tom had decided many years ago that once he graduated from Hogwarts he would kill his father, it was the worst he could do. It had been unfathomable for his friends when they had found out, but they had all come from pureblood families who had caring fathers, not like him, whose father was a damned muggle.
"Tom!" He turned around at the sound of his name, pushing his thoughts aside. "You need to go to Professor Dippet's office, Head Boy stuff." Paul said as he entered the room. Tom scowled before getting off the couch he had been on and started toward the door that served as the entrance to the Slytherin Common room. "Dippet's in a bad mood, best not aggravate with him." Paul advised before sitting down where Tom had just risen from.
"I'll remember that." Tom called over his shoulder before pushing the door open and leaving the cold dungeon known as the Slytherin common room. He took his time up the stairs and through the hallways that led to the Headmaster's office, not caring if he was late or if Dippet was angry with him.
"Quaffle," Tom muttered as he came to a stone statue. The gargoyle hopped aside as the wall behind it split in two forming a crack wide enough for him to fit into. Tom entered before climbing onto the stairs which moved like an escalator up to the Headmaster's office. The wall behind him closed as the stairs moved in circles going up higher and higher. The stairs stopped instantly as Tom reached the two large oak doors that concealed the Dippet's office. Tom, not bothering to knock, threw the doors opened and walked inside.
"Ahh, Tom," Dippet's voice echoed in his office. "Late again."
"Sorry Professor." Tom apologized, not feeling the least bit sorry. "I rushed here, Paul must have been late in telling me."
"That does sound like something Paul would do." Dippet mused. Tom nodded as he took a step closer to Dippet's spotless desk.
"Hello Tom." Tom turned around, not knowing anyone else was in the office. Kathleen Anderson, the Head Girl, was there though. She was tall and beautiful with curly blonde hair, sea blue eyes, and an easy smile. Yet she had a grudge against Tom, which could easily be detected by the cold tone of voice she had used when greeting him. Though her grudge was for reasons unknown, Tom had his own prejudice against her. She was in Gryffindor for one thing, and was a pureblood. Being a pureblood would normally not make Tom have intolerance against someone but it was a clear fact that she was the heir of Gryffindor, and Tom was the heir of Slytherin. Slytherins never got along with Gryffindors but the fact that they were both heirs made their discrimination of each other intensify.
"Kathleen." Tom nodded at her in a voice full of bitterness.
"I have called both of you here because I have something to request of the two of you." Dippet announced noticing the tension that had filled the room.
"What?" Kathleen asked curiously casting a steely glance at Tom.
"Ahh, it might be too much to propose." Dippet lowered his head trying to think of how to verbalize his thoughts.
"Whatever it is I'm sure I'll manage to do it." Tom assured him.
"I'll be able to do it too." Kathleen nodded, her voice dripping with regret once she finished what she'd said. Tom was sure she was just trying to rival his affirmation.
"I'm afraid you might want to take that back once I tell you what you must do." Dippet answered shaking his head sadly.
"I promise to do it." Kathleen said quickly.
"As do I," Tom nodded. Dippet's face broke into a smile, one that Tom wasn't sure he liked.
"I would appreciate it if you both of you tried to help your houses get along better." They both stared at Dippet as if he was mad. Slytherin and Gryffindors getting along? He had to be senseless to think of something as irrational as that ever happening. Dippet saw the looks on their faces and quickly began to explain "Madam Blamo has had another prediction, this one includes that some sort of war is likely to happen, a new Dark Lord will rise and terrorize the wizarding and muggle worlds. I have come to the conclusion that everything would be best if all our houses at Hogwarts got along, this meaning that Gryffindor and Slytherin set aside their differences. I'm sure you've heard that the founder's of our school, Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin, were great friends before Salazar started to become…disagreeable."
"Wait… you want us to help everyone in our houses become friends?" Kathleen asked in disbelief. "Gryffindor and Slytherin have never gotten along, how do you propose that we're going help these two completely different houses get along?"
"I'll have to leave that up to you." Dippet said frowning. "Now if you two could—"
"My best friend got petrified because of the heir of Slytherin last year, there is no way that I'm going to put her in the danger of getting hurt by another Slytherin, much less the whole of Gryffindor." Kathleen shouted.
"May I remind you that the heir of Slytherin turned out to be a Gryffindor, such as yourself." Dippet pointed out quietly.
"I'm still convinced he's the heir of Slytherin." Kathleen spat giving Tom an uncompassionate glare.
"He's not though, the culprit has been caught and although it seems unlikely that Hagrid would do such a thing, he's the one who petrified Claire. Tom is innocent; he's the one who found Rubeus out." Dippet pointed out, a dismal look on his face.
"Don't you think it's a bit odd that a Slytherin turned in the heir of Slytherin? Wouldn't most Slytherins want to keep the heir here so he could kill more muggleborns?" Kathleen asked skeptically.
"No, I don't believe it's odd. I believe it shows character," Dippet said firmly. "I should have known it was too much to ask." His last words said gloomily. "You're dismissed." Kathleen bit her lip, looking disgusted with herself.
"I…I'm sorry Professor, I'll try, I really will." Kathleen said hesitantly, staring at the floor.
"Good! Tom, do you have anything to say about this?" Dippet asked look more cheerful.
"No, Headmaster." Tom said quietly. He really had no intention of helping out though; a new Dark Lord… could that possibly be himself?
"Very well, that is all I need, you are dismissed." Dippet informed them before gathering up some papers and smiling at them.
Tom slowly headed toward the door, and opened it. The stairs reversed as Tom stepped on them and he descended down them toward the main floor. A door slammed behind him as Kathleen stepped out and got on the stairs. Tom got off the stairs and the wall split in half again as he walked out into the hall way.
"Good luck," Tom muttered as Kathleen came off the stairs.
"On what?" Kathleen asked coldly.
"Trying to get the Slytherins to be nice to the Gryffindors," Tom said with a heartless tone in his voice.
"You need to help too," Kathleen informed him her eyes narrowing.
"Do I really? Well I don't believe I'll be fulfilling that particular duty." Tom growled turning around to give Kathleen a ruthless scowl.
"Riddle, you don't deserve to be Head Boy." Kathleen spat before turning on her heel and walking down another hallway. Tom stared icily at where she had been before walking back toward the Slytherin common room.