Title: What Once Was, Will Never Be Again

Rating: Mature (Later Chapters)

Summary: Dumbledore said it himself, Tom Marvolo Riddle, later to become the fearsome Lord Voldemort, never loved. Then again, he didn't know Tom like she did…

Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling, nor do I claim rights in any manner towards the Harry Potter series and all that it entails.

Notes: I know I've posted this story somewhere before a couple years ago, I've just recently continued with it, and update it so that it is HBP compliant. Of course, seeing as canon is concerned and Voldemort never loved I've had to stray a bit.

Prologue:

Tom was filled with excitement as he heard the clock tick in a continuous motion; only a few more moments for a valid excuse to be up occurred. His trunk was fully packed but thrown together in a most unorganized fashion. Tom soon lost his motivation for tidy luggage after weeks of whipping out miscellaneous things from within.

Finally, Seven o'clock came and he jumped out of bed with such speed he failed to realize a person leaning over him. "Owww, little git!" Yelled Bobby as he clutched his skull and banged into a nearby wall. Laughing slightly Tom got to his feet, his own head swelled with pain.

Normally a witty comeback or an in-depth plan for revenge would be the first thing to cross his mind but his thoughts were only that of Hogwarts. A little dizzy, Tom showered, dressed and brushed, then made his way down stairs.

Starring down at all those pathetic non magical children sitting around the tables made Tom feel quite tall. True, he had always felt himself superior to them but now seeing as he had a promising reason gave him an extra oomph of confidence.

"Okay…Tom, grab something to eat and meet me in the car in ohh, say, fifteen minutes?" Tom simply glared at Mrs. Cole until she went away. "That boy!" He heard her mutter under her breath.

The car ride there was eventless and he insisted that Mrs. Cole didn't accompany him. He found platform nine with ease but he was temporarily puzzled as to how to get access platform nine and three quarters.

"I'm gunna miss you so much son," said a short old man. Tom watched as the man's child made his way through platforms nine and ten and did the same a few minutes after the man had left from his sight.

The train was more magnificent than any other train he'd ever seen, even in pictures, but his first thought did not include an appreciation for the design but whether or not there was a better one. He sighed, making his way onto the train and sat alone; away from all the others for he had no idea what powers they possessed.

He wanted to know more about them before he approached anyone. He did not want to over or underestimate anyone. He wanted a clear view of what they could do and he wanted to be better. He needed to do better.