Chronicles of Riddle
Summary: An unexpected someone offers Lord Voldemort a second chance to go back in time with a simple condition; he has to learn how to love and choose a different path. Will he be able to follow those simple rules or will he try and make the same mistakes again?
Cold... he never had felt cold since... he couldn't even remember the last time he felt cold. He stirred and opened his eyes. A strong bright light was iluminating the strange place he found himself in. He looked around to find nothing, he stared at the emptiness; his eyes still trying to adapt to the weird light.
His head was hurting, he was trying so hard to remember... and then utter shock crossed his features. He had failed... he had been finally defeated... no it couldn't be...
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Expelliarmus!"
It wasn't supposed to end like that, the wand, he had had the eldest wand, he... he was supposed to be it's true master and kill the boy and not the other way around.
"Hello Tom."
Lord Voldemort turned around in the voice sound direction but he stared back at the same emptiness. There was nobody in that strange place but him.
"Who's there? Show yourself!" Lord Voldemort demanded in his authoritative voice.
"You are in no position to demand anything." The voice said chuckling. "How do you feel?"
"Who are you?" Lord Voldemort asked looking around suspiciously.
"That question will be answered in time, Tom." The voice said. "How do you feel?"
"How do I feel?" Voldemort hissed dumbfounded. "Where am I? TELL ME!"
"Isn't it obvious? You are in the temple, Tom." The voice spoke rather calm ignoring Voldemort screams and demands in knowing what was happening.
Lord Voldemort flinched when he heard his name. Temple? What temple? He had never heard of such place. The voice chuckled at Lord voldemort's confused expression.
"No one ever heard of this place, of course." The voice said. "It is very rare when one awakes in the Temple."
"What is this temple?" Lord Voldemort snapped.
"Ah, always straight to what matters, aren't you Tom?" The voice said calmly, however, Lord Voldemort could feel the amusement present in the way the voice spoke. "You died, Tom."
"Yes, it seems so." Lord Voldemort said smirking. "Am i in hell?" He then laughed cynically.
"No, not yet." The voice said, this time there was no amusement present. "You see, your whole life was consumed by hate, not once you ever felt love, compassion or mercy for anyone. You can almost say, you weren't human at all."
Lord Voldemort laughed again.
"Quiet!" The voice ordered and Lord Voldemorts voice failed him. He was shocked by this. "Tom Riddle, what punishment for a life full of lies, darkness, murder and many other terrible things you've done you think you deserve?"
"I did what I had to do, to clean a dirty world from muggle-borns." Lord Voldemort hissed furiously. "I deserve no punishment for my good intentions."
"I see..." The voice said disappointed.
Suddenly the bright light disappeared and Lord Voldemort could finally look at the strange place he was at. It was indeed some sort of temple. The temple was gigantic, he could not tell where it ended. Thousands of pillars were supporting an enormous ceiling. The ceiling was painted, it illustrated people... people that was staring back at him.
"Oh yes... interesting ceiling don't you think?" The voice whispered behind Lord Voldemort causing the snakelike man to turn around abrutly. There he finally could see who that voice belonged to.
The man who's voice belonged to was taller than Lord Voldemort, he had long white hair and beard... and Lord Voldemort could almost swear it was him... Albus Dumbledore himself, however this man eyes were not light sparkling blue ones, they were golden. The old man had long dark blue robes and he seemed to be some sort of wizard that instead a wand, he was holding a long golden wood staff.
"No..." Lord Voldemort said astonished.
"Yes." The man said smiling.
"No. It can't be..."
"Ah yes, everyone reacts the same way." The man said chuckling. "Nice to meet you, Tom. As you've guessed my name is Merlin."
"But how can this be? I don't... I don't understand!" Lord Voldemort said frustrated. "Explain!"
Merlin smiled enthusiastically.
"The Temple, it exists since the very beginning of the world. It has a simple mission." Merlin started to explain catching Voldemorts full attention. "Second chances, Tom."
Lord Voldemort mouth opened to speak but the man continued. "It's not just a second chance, for you it is a second chance to know love, to take a different path in you life."
A second chance? Love? Pathetic.
"You have two simple options, you can chose to go back and take a different path or you can simply rest in peace and join them." Merlin said noticing the confusing look on the Dark Lord face and then he pointed upwards.
The snakelike man looked where the old wizard was pointing to and saw the many people, that were part of the enormous ceiling.
"Sad souls that never got to know love, sad souls that failed to chose a different path when second chances were given to them." Merlin said looking upwards too. "Goodbye Tom and good luck."
Before Lord Voldemort could reply everything went black. He felt dizzy, a painful headache, and then he felt his body shrinking, his eyes seemed about to pop out and then he finally he could feel no more.
"Tom? Tom! Come on boy, wake up or you'll be late to this new school of yours!"
Tom Riddle woke up with a start, he was shocked to hear that voice once again. Slowly he turned around and screamed. He was back in time...
A/N: Okay everyone! First chapter, how did i do? it's my first fanfic ever haha, please let me know what you think! REVIEW