A/N: It's really short, but I do like it. Written for the 'Mirror, Mirror' Challenge on HPFC.

Heart's True Desire

Tom Riddle was not an ordinary seventeen-year-old boy. He was handsome, powerful, smart, charming and much more valuable to the wizarding world than any of the baboons he attended school with, at least in his opinion.

Tom had already killed a person. Three persons, to be exact. His filthy Muggle father and his equally foul grandparent, blaming these murders on his repulsive uncle, Morfin Gaunt. Tom was very proud of his achievements and he knew that one day, they would bring him fame and glory.

On this particular evening, Tom was wandering the school halls. Hogwarts did seem to be a Muggle-loving place but it was his home and he loved exploring it. His discovery of the Chamber of Secrets last year would be remembered in the history of the school forevermore. So what if a Mudblood had died? She died for his cause. That was a worthy thing.

Tom wandered into an empty room he had never seen before. He scoffed internally; as if there was a room he had not seen. He had discovered all of the secrets this school offered. Tom smiled as he remembered discovering The Room of Hidden Things, filled with beautiful, valuable items that could be collected, cherished, possibly sold for more money that Tom had ever seen in his life.

If he ever came back to teach 'Defence Against' the Dark Arts (Armando Dippet, the school's headmaster, adored Tom. There was no reason why he would ever deny him the position, unless that Muggle-loving fool Dumbledore had something to say.), Tom would return to the Room and hide Ravenclaw's diadem.

Just few weeks prior to this evening, Tom had charmed the arrogant but naïve Helena Ravenclaw, the Grey Lady into telling him the location of the lost treasure of Rowena Ravenclaw's, Helena's mother. The diadem was stolen by Helena, who had wanted to become smarter (which obviously didn't work, Tom noted with satisfaction) and the man who was in love with her, the Baron (later being known as 'The Bloody Baron, of course) came to look for her. He killed her in Albania, where she had hidden the diadem. Later, overcome by sadness, the Baron took his own life.

Ah, yes, Tom thought. He fell in love and died because of it. So much for its supposed power...

The room Tom had walked into seemed empty at first. He saw desks and chairs against the wall.

"Lumos," he muttered, trying to see in the darkness.

Right in front of him, propped against a wall, stood the most magnificent mirror Tom had ever seen. It had a golden frame and it almost reached the ceiling. It stood on two claws that also looked as if they were made from pure gold. On top of the mirror, there was an inscription: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi. What language was that? Tom was confused.

"Erised stra ehru... Erised... Wohsi..." he whispered, trying to figure out the meaning of the word. "I show not your face, but your heart's desire."

He felt a smirk creep up his face. His heart's desire, huh? This would certainly be interesting. He walked up to the mirror and stood right in front of it.

He saw himself in it, but he was somehow different. Older, with what could only be described as a twisted smile on his face. Mirror-Tom raised his hand and the real Tom could see Marvolo Gaunt's ring glistening. Suddenly, something reminiscing a lightning appeared in the background of the mirror. Around fifty masked wizards and witches appeared all around mirror-Tom, cackling evilly. Slimy Muggles crawled around mirror-Tom's feet, begging for him to spare them.

"Muggles... In their rightful place..."

Tom felt an evil grin appear on his face. Yes, I would definitely make this vision come true, Tom thought, and his sinister laughter echoed through the castle.