It is a sunny but very cold day. Autumn is waning and soon winter would be upon us. I am sitting on the edge of the Black Lake, thinking about the year ahead. What my goals are. What I wish to accomplish. Who would be taken down. How I am going to achieve the greatness that is rightfully due to me.
I look on the name emblazoned on the journal in front of me: Tom Marvolo Riddle. My journal, where all my secrets are kept. It is part of me, part of my soul, in these pages. The emptiness is not hollow to me - it is inspiring. It is where I will lay forth the path that will lead me to be the greatest wizard of all time.
The sun shines through the scattering of clouds as I watch my classmates; some taking to their brooms before the season turns, some wandering around in teenage lust filled trances. None of them know what lies ahead for this year. And all the years ahead.
I shall be known as Lord Voldemort. I scratch the first few words into the fresh parchment. The chill that flows through me is not from the weather, rather the strength in those few words. There is a power that those words hold. It is the same power that flows through my veins. The power that is derived from my ancestry, the ancestry that helped found the grounds that I now reside in.
That power could not be tainted even by my Mudblood father whose name I bear. Whose name I will give up at the first possible chance.
No. I shall be known as Lord Voldemort.
Author's Notes
House: Slytherin
Year: 7
Prompt: [weather] Sunny but very cold
House main character: Tom Riddle
Category: Drabble
Word Count: 280