My name is Tom Riddle.
I am nine, and I am an orphan.
I am different.
I can hurt kids who are mean to me.
I can make animals do things without training them.
I can talk to snakes.
They find me and they whisper things.
I understand them.
Then, am old man comes to me one day.
He says he's a visitor.
"They say I'm different," I whisper.
"They are right," is what he tells me.
He tells me about a school; Hogwarts.
Hogwarts is a school of magic.
I am magical.
I am a pureblood wizard.
Then, I turn eleven.
I go to Hogwarts; School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
I get sorted into Slytherin.
Years pass...
My name is Tom Riddle.
I am fifteen, and I am a Slytherin.
I wear green and black with pride.
Determind, clever and cunning,
And like most teenagers, curious.
I was in the library,
And I was confused about my discoveries;
A piece of Dark Magic.
So, I went to my potions teacher,
Professor Slughorn.
I stayed after class and asked him the question,
I had been dying to ask it;
"What is a Horcrux?"
He reluctantly gave me the answer;
I could split my soul into parts.
Seven parts.
Well, that's solved.
Almost.
How do I achieve this? Murder.
Yes, I'm killing myself,
Sort of.
But that's a small price to pay for endless power.
Now, I'm older,
More powerful,
Ready to take on the world;
And succeeding.
I've killed; seen death.
And now,
I am a Slytherin.
I am evil.
I am Lord Voldemort.
I am the Dark Lord.
I've killed Lily and James Potter.
I left a scar on their baby,
Harry Potter.
My fellow Death Eaters at my side,
We battle the world,
Eager to take over.
We've tortured,
Pained,
Hurt,
Killed.
It's been years, many years.
And now, I meet my match.
Harry Potter; The Boy Who Lived.
I lose.
I am no longer Lord Voldemort.
I am a memory.
I am gone;
Forever.