So here is my newest drabble-oneshot thing. Written for:
Hogwarts Winter Games: Freestyle Skiing - Moguls (Voldemort)
Cinema Competition: The Lovely Bones (write about death)
Acrostic-y Challenge of Chapter Titles : V - using volcano and also the song Viva la Vida as the basis of the story, hence the title:
viva la vida: 321 words
Voldemort had never imagined that he could be destroyed by a child. A child who wasn't even two if you wanted to be specific. He couldn't accept that. Yet he had to. Here he was, detached and empty.
One minute his empire was huge. Anyone who had any sense had looked up to him like he was a king. And he was. The death eaters that followed him had become his biggest fans. Cheering for him, getting him everything that he wanted. But the best part was that no one could stand in his way, and anyone who tried got killed. Just ask one of the hundreds that were dead.
No one believed that he was as powerful as he was. Dumbledore had fallen right into that trap. He should have never let him come to Hogwarts and train to become a wizard. Stopped him when he had the chance. But he didn't, and quickly Tom Riddle became even darker and more power obsessed than he already was. He became Lord Voldemort. One of the most powerful dark wizards to ever walk the earth. He was living his life to the fullest because of Dumbledore's attempt to see the good in him. And it felt great until it all came crashing down. It was like a volcano (also known as Harry Potter) had erupted and broken everything around him. His beautiful rebellion reduced to piles of sand and ash.
Right now, there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't come back without the help of someone else. And all of his death eaters were locked up. There was no one to pull him from the wreckage. No one to help him reattach himself to his body.
Everything was broken. The life he had built gone because of this boy. One who he would vow to kill if it was the last thing he did.