Author's Note: First Harry Potter FanFic. Can't wait to write more. I wrote this story for school some time ago and I decided to post it up here.

"My lord, we're ready."

I smiled. A cold, cruel, power-hungry smile. I've waited too long. Much too long…

Swiftly, I move towards a nearby lake; it's dark water shimmering under the moon. Staring at my own reflection, I see a powerful wizard that equals none other. I see myself conquering the world and getting rid of those filthy Muggles forever. I am Tom Marvalo Riddle. I am Lord Voldemort.

Turning around to face my loyal followers, I tilt my head and examine their faces. They looked ready, and so was I. I slipped my hand into my pocket and touch my weapon. I pull it out briefly, but tuck it back in, deciding on what to do next. The Death Eaters' eyes follow my hand as I hold the Elder Wand, their eyes filled with curiosity. I laugh; this is what it's going to be like.

"My brave followers, we all now know that Hogwarts has no intention of handing over Harry Potter," I say the boy's name with disgust and hatred. How could I not? He destroyed my powers sixteen years ago on the night I killed his parents. Harry Potter, a tiny child of one who was destined to defeat the great Lord Voldemort. The same Harry Potter, a boy now of seventeen, destroyer of six of my horcruxes, the pieces of my soul that make me immortal. My last and final horcrux, slithers past me. I look down into Nagini's eyes as she glides across the forest floor, hissing at my Death Eaters. She stands up to her full height and looks at me. She is ready too.

"We will attack," I boom, my voice drowned by my followers' cheers. "We will fight and win this battle!"

"Victory to the Dark Lord!" The Death Eaters yell, wands pointed, and marching towards the gate of the castle.

As the majority proceed, my faithful lieutenant Bellatrix Lestrange turns to me, "Lord, aren't…aren't you coming?"

"No Bellatrix, dear, go on without me," I whisper softly. "But, send me Severus Snape for I wish to speak with him. Ask him to meet me at the Shrieking Shack"

"Yes my lord," Bellatrix stammers as she trudges away.

I slowly move towards the run-down shack. Whirlwinds of thoughts swim through my head. My story is long, yet tragic. I guess I should start at the very beginning. Seventy-eight years ago… My name was Tom Marvalo Riddle. I am a wizard. My mother was a witch but my father was a Muggle or human. This unfortunate relationship created me, and my status as a half-blood. My father left my mother when he found out she was a witch. My mother died of a broken heart. Just goes to show you, love means nothing…

This abandonment by both my parents harbored my life long hatred for Muggles.

I pace quickly as I see the shack. My mind feels uneasy, but I feel that I must do this. Severus Snape must be out of the way… Yes, so where was I? I was admitted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when I was 11 years old. I must admit, those were the best years of my life. For the first time, I felt like I belonged somewhere. But of course I always wanted to be different and my mind was set on the wrong reasons. I enjoyed the Dark Magic. I was fascinated with the idea of being immortal and horcruxes. I believed that there was nothing worse than death. One of my teachers, Albus Dumbledore, kept a close watch on me. He suspected me of my true nature. Everyone else at the school fell for my boyish charm and genius. Perhaps that's the reason I've always been a bit intimidated by Dumbledore's gaze.

I was obsessed about my heritage. I found out that I was the sole heir of Salazar Slytherin, one of the four founders of Hogwarts, who believed that Muggles blood could not be allowed in Hogwarts. I also always thought that my father was the wizard, not my mother. How could my mother die of a broken heart if she knew magic? I searched through every Hogwarts record but I couldn't find anything about him. Finally, I was forced to accept that my mother was a witch. I found out about my parent's relationship. I was devastated and full of shame. From then on, I used the alias Lord Voldemort.

After Hogwarts, I committed horrible acts of evil. With murder, I ripped my soul into pieces and created seven horcruxes. I rounded up a group of people that had the same mind set as me. They were known as the Death Eaters. I thought I was unstoppable.

Then one day, my faithful servant Severus Snape came running to me. He heard of a prophecy bringing my downfall. Something like… "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies..."

How ridiculous. No one could defeat me. But just in case I knew there were two boys that fit the prophecy. Neville Longbottom, pureblood son of Frank and Alice Longbottom and Harry Potter, half-blood son of James and Lily Potter. I could've killed both of them, but I decided to target the Potters, because their son was a half-blood just like me. Snape begged me to spare Lily Potter. Perhaps he had a sort of affection for her. I agreed. On October 31st 1981, I went to their family home. I killed James Potter as he helped his wife and son escape. Lily Potter begged me to take away her life and not her child's. I told her to move out of the way and she would be spared, but she stayed put. Finally I had no choice but to kill her. As she fell, I turned my eyes on Harry Potter. I shot the killing curse at him but for the most curious reason, the curse rebounded back of at me and I lost my physical body. The only pieces of my soul that were tied to the physical world were my horcruxes, so I was still alive. I waited for my Death Eaters to come to me, but most believed that I was dead.

I was told the Wizarding World rejoiced. Did they know that I was secretly forming a new plan to come back to this world? I used the blood from Harry Potter, a bone from my dead father and flesh from a willing servant. Voila. Here I am. Lord Voldemort. Following my rebirth, I fought a duel with Harry Potter. I sent the Killing Curse at him but both of our wands locked. It was later that I found out that both of our wands were made of the same magical item, a phoenix feather. I couldn't kill him and I escaped. From there, I set out for a new, more powerful wand. I learned that the most powerful wand was with Albus Dumbledore; the Elder Wand. Legend has it that Death himself made the wand, and you could only be the master of the wand if you beat the previous owner in a duel. Once again, in the Battle of The Astronomy Tower as it was later known, Snape killed Albus Dumbledore on my orders. The Elder Wand was buried with its master. I visited his grave and stole the Elder Wand. I believe I am the true master. This will make me invincible towards Harry Potter. However…

The Shrieking Shack was only meters away. I open the creaky door and proceed towards the room inside. I see Severus staring down towards the floor and when he sees me, he jerkily looks up and bows. The room was dimly lit as Nagini swirled and coiled along the floor.

Slowly and quietly, he says, "My Lord, their resistance is crumbling—''

"—And it is doing so without your help," I say in a high, clear voice. "Skilled wizard though you are, Severus, I do not think you will make much difference now."

There's a silence. I can hear his heavy breaths as he begins, "Let me find the boy. Let me bring you Potter. I know I can find him, my lord. Please."

I keep my eyes fixed on Nagini as I speak, "I have a problem, Severus".

"My Lord?" Snape stops pacing around the Shack and faces me.

I pull out my Elder Wand and place it delicately and precisely in my left hand. "Why doesn't it work for me, Severus?"

Nagini hisses quietly. Snape looks at me and stammers, "My—my lord? I do not understand. You have preformed extraordinary magic with that wand."

"No," I say quietly. "I have preformed my usual magic. I am extraordinary, but this wand… no. It has not revealed the wonders promised. I feel no difference between this wand and my previous one I have been using for all these years. No difference."

Snape remained silent. I spoke in the same measured voice, "I have thought long and hard, Severus… do you know why I have called you back from battle?"

I look into Snape's black eyes as he fixed his glance on Nagini. "No, my lord, but I beg you will let me return. Let me find Potter."

"You do not understand Potter as I do, Severus," I say as my voice rises. "He does not need finding. Potter will come to me. I know his weakness, you see, his one great flaw. He will hate watching others struck down around him, knowing that it is for him that it happens. He will want to stop it at any cost. He will come. The Death Eaters have their specific order not to kill Potter. Only capture. But Severus, you have been very valuable to me."

"My lord knows I seek only to serve him. But—let me go and find the boy—''

"I HAVE TOLD YOU NO!" I burst. "My concern at the moment is what will happen when I meet the boy!"

"But there is no question, surely—"

"But there is a question, Severus," I begin with a malicious grin on my face. "My previous wand did everything I asked it to do. Everything. I was quite happy with it. That is until I asked it to kill Harry Potter. Twice it failed. I then discovered the secret of both of our wands having the same phoenix feather. So I sought out a more powerful wand. The Elder Wand. The Deathstick. The Wand of Destiny. I stole it from its previous owner's grave: The grave of Albus Dumbledore.

"My lord, let me go after the boy—"

"—All this time, when I am on the brink of victory, I have sat and wondered why this wand refuses to perform as legend says it must perform for it's rightful owner…and I think I have the answer," I end softly.

"My lord—"

"Perhaps you already know it? You are a clever man and I regret what is going to happen. The Elder Wand cannot serve me properly, Severus, because I am not its true master."

Snape looks at me with a horrified voice. His eyes dart between Nagini's and mine.

"The Elder Wand belongs to the wizard who killed its last owner. You killed Albus Dumbledore. While you live, Severus, the Elder Wand can never be mine!"

"My Lord!" Snape protested, drawing out his wand.

"There is no other way. I must master the wand Severus! Master the wand, and I must master Potter!" I yell as I swipe the air with the Elder Wand.

For a second, nothing happened. Snape looked as if he had been saved but in another moment, my intention became clear. Nagini began slithering towards Severus and before he could do anything other then yell, I spoke in a deep hissing voice. Kill.

There was a terrible scream. Severus' Snape's face was losing the little color it had as the snake's fangs pierced his neck. His knees gave away and he fell to the floor.

"I regret it." I said slowly. I had no remorse. This is what had to be done. I am now the true master of The Elder Wand. Nothing can stop me. Not even Death.

Author's Note: What did you think? I'll post the other two chapters later. Cheers!