Hi fanfiction readers! I wrote this with the thoughts, 'What if Voldy was so twisted and evil for another reason?' I don't own Harry Potter, as it is impossible to OWN someone, I think. Whatever. R&R!

Dear Tom,

I won't be able to see you anymore. My father wants me to transfer to Beauxbatons because we're moving to France. But I hope we can still be friends. I'm really going to miss you Tom, I hope you know that. You were and are by first, my best, my only friend. I hope I can see you again someday.

Yours in sorrow,

Aravis Rosier

13-year-old Tom Marvolo Riddle crumpled the letter in his hand angrily. He hurled a large book across the bedroom, and wiped a few angry tears away. How could she do this to him? Tom was livid.

See, on September 1st, he had patiently awaited the arrival of his friend, who had not shown up, to Tom's dismay.

The next day at breakfast, Tom had received a letter from an unrecognizable owl. 'Open in private,' was written on the outside. So Tom snuck out and read the letter.

His best friend, Aravis Rosier, was leaving him, probably forever. But did Tom want to sulk? No.

He tore the letter apart and incendio'd the remains with a vengeance. Tom vowed to get revenge. But not on Aravis. The letter said her father was forcing her to move, so he would be the first to die. Tom could wait.

On the day after his last day in seventh year, Tom apparated to Paris, France. "Point me!" he said.

His wand showed him the direction to Rosier Manor.

Tom walked, with the haughty air of a grown man. Several French girls waved at him flirtatiously. Tom ignored them, staring straight ahead.

The townspeople in the market offered him bread and rugs, among other things, but Tom refused, continually asking if he was going in the right direction to Rosier Manor. They responded with, "Oui Monsieur!"

He reached manor, and ("Reducto!") burst open the door. He saw his best friend, older and more mature, reclined in a chair, reading a book. Toms almost smiled. But he didn't. He was on a mission.

Aravis did smile. "Tom!" she cried, enveloping him in a hug.

But Tom shook her off. "Stand aside Aravis!" he said menacingly, glaring at Mr. Rosier, who had just entered the room. "I'm not here for you."

Aravis followed Tom's line of vision, and the wand clenched in his hand. "Please, Tom, don't! I know you're upset; I was too! But you have to let go of your anger! Please, Tom, for me," Aravis pleaded.

Tom's resolve wavered for a moment. He could feel her melting his heart, just like she always did. But it wasn't enough. Tom raised his wand again.

"Avada ked-"

Aravis cut Tom off. "Don't do it, Tom! Do what your heart says to do!"

That was where Aravis made her mistake. The only thing telling Tom to do the right thing was Aravis. His heart was telling him to get rid of Mr. Rosier.

"All right," Tom answered coldly. "I'll follow my heart." The wand went up again, aimed at Aravis's father.

As Tom spoke the killing curse, Aravis made a decision. "Avada kedavra!" Tom yelled. In one fluid motion, Aravis took a running leap and jumped in front of Mr. Rosier. The curse, aimed at her father, hit Aravis squarely in the chest. She slumped to the floor, dead. Tom stared at what he'd done.

Tom quickly killed Mr. Rosier to get rid of all witnesses.

The one girl he had ever loved, Aravis Rosier, was dead at his hands. Any other person would have cried, or something else that implied remorse.

Tom Marvolo Riddle did not cry, however. He allowed himself three seconds of sadness, then recomposed himself. Turning to the wall, Tom magically engraved, Tom Marvolo Riddle. He shook his head and quickly rearranged the letters.

Then Tom was on his way, before the Aurors came to investigate.

Behind him, the words 'I am Lord Voldemort' were etched into the walls.