Dark Side Cookies.
A/N This is my first fanfic so please be kind. Yes, I know everyone says that but really, please review. :D Also thanks to 'ToniBee' my Beta reader and 'Amy aka Luke' my critique um person.
I have reposted this as when reading back through I noticed terrible mistakes. Sorry.
Disclaimer: As much as I want to I do not and never will own Harry Potter and his world. That is all JK Rowlings.
Tom walked into his drawing room and sighed with contentment as he relaxed into his regal armchair. As always the room welcomed him with an open heart. Here he belonged, but of course, here was where most people felt they belonged.
When Tom had bought this house he had found an unexpected surprise. Although the disgusting muggles who had occupied the house before him hadn't realised it, this room had magic in it. Very old magic. Tom knew there was probably other old magic hidden around the house but he was happy with just having this room. Oh, and his own magical extensions of course. But they weren't anything like this room. No one else had a room like this, it was one of a kind and Tom loved that.
Tom knew this room was probably his downfall. It sapped most of his ambition away. He could have been stronger than anyone else; he could have had the whole of England, and probably more of the world, under his thumb by now if it wasn't for this room. But instead? Well, he wasn't and he didn't. Yes, he did rule the largest dark gang in London but what was that in comparison? That fool of an old man Dumbledore had a larger gang than him. It might be a light gang but it was still bigger. And Dumbledore had that boy. A miracle or something.
Harry Freakin' Potter. Trust it to be those blithering Potter idiots who refused to contribute their genius to his gang who blew up. They could have been such good Death Eaters! If only they hadn't been so damn good. A magical explosion had killed them 14 years ago this Halloween and the only survivor had been their son. Harry Potter. He had some sort of scar on his forehead. In the shape of a lightning bolt or some other random shape. He was all that his Death Eaters talked about. Jeez, he couldn't even have a decent scar. Not like the one Tom put on the Death Eaters. Now that was cool. Tom laughed at the absurdity of it all. Surviving an explosion? Man, the boy would be so much cooler if he had done something like defeat, well, him. Tom relaxed further into his chair and sighed in contemplation.
As if on cue a house elf appeared in front of him and bowed.
"D…d...dark Lord s...s...sir… the M…Malfoy boy is here…" he stammered.
Tom mused for a moment on what the elf had called him. The Dark Lord. The name had appeared soon after he had come into power and now it was feared all over London. Then there was "Lord Voldemort". His Bellatrix had made that name up. An acronym of his actual name. She said it was safer and who was he to contradict her?
"S...sir?" the creature was stuttering again "w...where should I take him? The dungeons? Do I hang him on the racks?" Tom chuckled.
"No, no, bring him here. This is important."
A/N So, what do you think? Review please!