How this idea popped up: I was sitting reading out Harry Potter book 6 to my friend (the one who owns this account as a matter of fact. She'd never read it, and we were bored one day.) and I thought to myself; "Hey, I could write something!" My friend who I was reading it to told me she had an account here that was in dissuse what with her being far too 'busy' to think of anything.

Summery: Tom Riddle decides that he wants a doll. A very special doll indeed...

This is My Dollhouse.

This world is my dollhouse. My toy, filled with my dolls that I can move and manipulate. I'd always had an affinity with those silly muggle dollhouses, the ones that people built up piece by piece. That's how my control came about. And it worked in the end. I'm now one of the most powerful dark lords who has ever been.

One of the dolls in my house, I noticed him as soon as he was born, was Harry James Potter. I was not to know at the time, but he was to be the toy I would keep by my side until my life ended.

The Potter boy, I saw how he was manipulated so easily by Albus Dumbledore, one of the few who eluded my control since my own childhood, and I wanted to extend my control to Dumbledore's toy. I would snatch him away and keep him safe from the old coot.

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The day I had planned for such a long time came. I stepped out of my shadows where I had been quietly controlling my dolls, and manipulated one of my current favorites, I only know him as 'Malfoy' into finding me a way into the school where Harry Potter was being held, his mind being held by the chains that connected him to Dumbledore.

I'm not sure how old the boy was. Eleven or twelve, I am quite sure, but to be certain: I am not.

To capture the young boy in my web, I planned for a year to ensnare one of his little 'friends', placed by his side by Dumbledore to keep him controlled. That worked a charm, as I have had years of practice with fully grown wizards, and this was an eleven year old witch.

Once I had that infuriating little girl trapped down in my ancestors chamber, I waited. I knew that my prize would soon arrive, and I was not disappointed.

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As soon as Harry Potter had arrived to save his 'friend' I told him all that had happened, from his life to the point that he was standing here. He seemed unable to move, as if charmed in place. I saw the fear, the disbelief, the hate and the sorrow in his eyes. I took my chance then.

I offered the boy words of hope, of a better life and of the one thing he yearned for, words of love.

I reached out to the child, and he came willingly into my arms, to be wrapped up in the webs of my control. I knew that he would be a doll that was to be treasured above all others that I have owned.

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I took the poor child with me, I helped him realize all the awful things that Dumbledore had done to him, I made him see me as the only hope for him to be happy. I slowly fell in love with my little doll. I knew from that day that I would risk loosing all my other toys, making the work I had done to get them all useless.

All to keep my little doll by my side.

~Fin.