The Childish Tantrum
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No matter how many times he thought about it, Voldemort would forever declare that his curse upon the DADA position was a moment of glorified genius. End of story.
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He hadn't meant to do it at first. But he'd just been so annoyed, so irritated at the idiotic old Head-master who'd never trusted him, never even given him a chance, that he couldn't help himself.
It'd been the smallest bit of spell-work, after he'd finished dropping off his latest Horcrux in the room of requirement. A small idea that'd popped up into his head, a little 'haha, take this' that he could throw back and Dumbledore in the face of his denial.
There was no one more competent than Tom when it came to the Dark arts, he'd gone further than anyone else before him, and as such, he should be the one teaching those young and impressionable minds.
So what if he might have tried twisting them all over into the Dark arts, that's exactly what the bumbling fool was doing with his little gig as Head-master. Teach the kids what you wanted, and you controlled the future of the country.
Especially if you were the only school in England.
It was the prime spot for recruitment.
But Tom hadn't even been given a chance. No benefit of the doubt for him.
True reflecting back on it, maybe opening the Chamber of Secrets while he'd been at school was stupid, but he had a contingency plan for that a little while into the future. He'd get that old fool out of the school one way or another. But for now...
Well, if Dumbledore didn't think he was worthy of the DADA position, then who else would be? No one else would deserve to teach.
So, he hit the castle with a curse, one that'd see each DADA teacher thrown out of their position by year's end.
And it wouldn't stop until it was either him teaching or he was head-master. There was no way in hell he was taking it down.
Because if he was going to start a war now with the light side -and it was looking like it was going to go that way thanks to Dumbledore denying his application- then he didn't want the new generation competent enough to fight for the old codger.
He would have the time to teach his little subordinates.
Dumbledore, as Head-master, Supreme Mugwump and whatever other silly titles he had, wouldn't.
It's been a genius move on his part, and Tom would forever stand behind that reasoning.
He'd never, ever admit it'd been a childish tantrum.
Even if that's exactly what it had been.
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I really, really, really just wanted to write a little something centred on Tom. So here it is.
Tsume
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