Note: This is my first fic! I have just started to write a fanfiction so be patient to me!
Everything twisted in Tom's world, so the 'Epilogue' chapter is a prologue.
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Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter characters, nor do I claim to
"Normal conversation"
'Tom's thoughts'
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The Prologue
A young boy is sitting on the bench in the railway station. He has blue eyes,
jet black hair. He wears a mysterious black robe. The station is everything
but comfortable. But this doesn't seem to affect the boy. He is reading an old
tome whose cover is black and red.
He is in deep in thought when somebody asks something in some kind of foreign
language.
"Hol vannak a szüleid fiú? Nem vagy túl fiatal ahhoz,
hogy egyedül utazz?" The boy glances up quickly and mumbles something.
Actually he used the wandless interpreter spell, one of his inventions. Hence
he can hear only English from the man, and the man understand him without realize
it.
"Sorry sir, I was distracted." Stated the boy
"I asked where are your parents and if you are too young to travel alone."
Respond the man.
"I am old enough sir, I will be 18 soon, and my parents both died."
Said the boy darkly.
"You know it better but I want to remind you that the station isn't safe.
By-the-way where do you want to go?" Asked the man.
"Transylvania, sir." Respond the boy.
"Ohh, my time is up. I must fetch my family. Goodbye!" The man disappeared
finally. 'The silly caring Muggles are always bothering me especially in this
goddamned country. None will dare to annoy Lord Voldemort in the future, but
I have to hide now until I get enough followers'. Yes, it's true, he is Tom
Marvolo Riddle, the most talented and a freshly graduated student of Hogwarts.
He is in Budapest and waiting for the train to go to Transylvania. He is learning
dark arts and wants more than the books. He left behind his followers but promised
he would return and he would be powerful. They worship him of course, they didn't
dare to ask more, if somebody don't like him enough or is disrespectful to him,
the unlucky person is good as dead.
The shabby train have just arrived, late as usual. This is his train, he have
to go now. He gets on the train, find a sit himself and sit down. It isn't comfortable
like the Hogwarts express but the worst is the obnoxious smell. He obviously
doesn't like it but for the knowledge he can sell even his father. He would
sell him, if he hasn't killed him yet.
He have already undergone some magical transformations, he can suck the dark
powers from the air, from the ether, like dementors except that he can't suck
the happiness. He can't really control it, but this is just a beginning so there
is nothing to worry about.
While the train is rattling toward the Transylvanian forests, he feels the dark
magic, the wonderful power and he suddenly forget the train, the smell, the
miserable Muggles and the old fools like Dumbledore.
He have felt like floating above the ground for an hour. After he had realized
that he was on the train, Tom wanted to kill everybody on the train and blow
up everything because they disturbed him. They deserve the punishment they deserve
to die. But unfortunately he can't, he should hide until he will be able to
dominate the world. He was always patient and well organized in him terms. But
now, he wants the power deadly and can't wait till he learns more dark arts.
'Dark arts....., stupid name. The old fools like Dumb-le-dork gave this name
to the amazing arts. They don't want powerful rivals of course. They feed the
magical human kind with that nonsense, that the power is bad and dark, BE weak
and you are a good boy or girl! Rubbish! There are no Good and Evil, Dark and
Light, there is only power and those too weak to seek it. They are (will be)
the servants...'
He isn't too far from his destination, he can see the dark Transylvanian forests.
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He glances up and doesn't see anything, he glances around and see only empty
blackness, he isn't in the train anymore. But where is he, how he got here...
and suddenly the unbelievable power fills his body and he holds a wand . He
is in a room, a died woman (perhaps a young lady) lays near his legs and baby
crying in the bed. He feels strong determination to kill boy at any cost.
"Avada Kedavra" Tom roars and the he can feel how the absolutely strong
magic fills the whole room. And finally his wand erupts a great green lightning.
The curse hits the boy's forehead but what happens after it, is beyond Tom's
wildest imagination. The boy's green eyes begin to gleam and the curse comes
back. After that is only the pain beyond the Cruciatus curse, he wants to scream
but he has no mouth to scream with, he doesn't even have body..... just weakness
terrible weakness.......
"Wake up boy! Wake up!" Somebody is shaking his arm. He finally regains
the focus and realizes that he is still on the train.
"You have screamed like you arr about to die. I tink you hav a nigtmare,
don't you?" Said the stranger and released him. He quickly checks the Interpreter
charm to find out why he hears that terrible accent. 'There is no Interpreter
charm, ohh... the filthy Muggle speaks English, the first intelligent Muggle
I have ever met. Pity, that they will be the lowest servants.' He is always
in very bad mood after these horrible visions. 'I have a blasted vision once
more and the worst is, in front of the filthy Muggles.'
"What I have screamed?" He asked fast.
"Sorry,......... pleez slower!" Said the Muggle.
"What! I! Have! Screamed!" Tom demanded.
"Just tat you didn't vant to die. I tink it's... ordinary, noting.... bad.....in
a nightmare." Answered the Muggle uncertainly.
The rage is building up in Tom. 'I don't fear the death, I can't be coward,
I will be the greatest wizard in the world.' It's more than enough to Tom to
kill somebody but he has to wait. He shouldn't attract any attention till the.....
"Obliviate!" Shouted Tom as the Muggle's memories about him faded
forever.
He is still filled with every negative emotion but to wipe the Muggle's memory
out in enough for now. He can calm down now, the secrets of the great power
are waiting for him in Transylvania.
The train slowed down and finally stopped.
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He looks back to the railway station. 'I think even the Muggles don't call it
anything like station'
'Stupid Apparation blocks, why I couldn't just apparate to there, the journey
was certainly horrible, maybe I should bring in the GoToTransylvania punishment
for my beloved death eaters, they will like it.' Thought Tom jokily, he almost
reached his destination, he wants play some prank on somebody, because he is
in very good mood after all and even Lord Voldemort knows how to......But NO!
'I am mature and I never played pranks on anybody. I can't waste the time with
meaningless actions, I have to reach my goal in time.
And after it our beloved Dark Lord walked away.....
TBC
A/N: Excuse the confusing tense-tense jumping but it symbolizes Tom's way of
thinking.