Reincarnation
Chapter 1: Controlling Fate
Past
Tom Riddle prided in his ability to gain anything he wanted – he wanted to be accepted by his house, he took it; he wanted to respect from his fellow housemates, he took it. Whether it was done forcefully or willingly was of no problem for him, but with Harold Churchill; everything seemed to be blown out of proportion.
Who was he to think that he would be enthralled by the teenage boy a year younger than him? Who was he to know that he would be besotted by those large emerald green eyes screaming of innocence and beauty? Who was he to know that the boy's seductive smile and kissable lips would scream for him to possess it? No one; but no one also knew that he would be rejected by the boy and numerous times after that. However, with his seduction skills and a great deal of manipulation, the boy became his lover after a while. His lover still maintained his stubbornness and proved that he was every inch an equal of Tom Riddle. He hated it but revelled in every moment with his lover and if it wasn't for his lover's righteousness, he would have already started losing his sanity. However, this was one of the times he hated it.
"Do you think that planning to be a Dark Lord is the greatest thing the world can offer?" Harold yelled at his lover.
"Yes and this world needed someone to purify it especially we must get rid of the mudbloods who defile our blood. Tom snarled back.
"Fine, but I promise you that Myrtle, your target, whom you've been itching to kill because you can't open the chamber every time she's there moping isn't the one who you are going to see lying in the bathroom, dead."
He stormed out and Tom was glaring at the retreating back of his lover. What did he meant by those words? His plan was already set and he's going to prove to this blasted school that the Chamber of Secrets did exist.
Later that night while he was patrolling the corridors, he saw Myrtle running out from the girl's bathroom it didn't matter if the basilisk got the wrong person maybe it was just another mudblood. But he can't describe why he felt so nervous. His feet were leading him to the girls bathroom and his heart froze and broke into a hundred thousand pieces of the sight that greeted him.
Harold Churchill the one he love was the one who was lying in the bathroom, dead. He fell to his knees and embraced the corpse that had once been his lover.
"I'm sorry. I love you." He muttered as tears streamed down his face. He never told Harold how much he loved him and he just uttered those three words when it was already late.
Contrary to popular belief, Tom Riddle loved Harold Potter more than he could probably imagine. Tom Riddle found himself on a crossroads – to live a half-life without his lover yet fulfilling his goals and desires or to die where he would finally meet his lover in the next life. However, death was never an option Tom Riddle was willing to take in order to gain one thing and lose everything he worked for. So he delved in every branch of magic – Potions, Dark Arts, Blood Magic, Soul Magic, and the darkest of all branches – Necromancy. However, the closest he got was reincarnating the body and any memory of the person's life was obliterated. Also, the person's will was nonexistent and will only live to do its master's bidding; though, that one of his most abysmal plans in order to revive his lover.
He was currently reading a spell in a tome that full of forbidden and forgotten magic. It was the reincarnation spell that was close to what he wanted to achieve. The spell can't guarantee that the person will be reincarnated in the same time line if the caster it may take years or even a century to reincarnate the person but he was willing to wait as long as he can be finally with his lover, forever. That was one of the reasons he has created his anchors so that he could wait for his lover until he was born again.
His immortality and eternal youth seemed to suit his needs of taking control over the Wizarding World since he would be able to achieve his goals while waiting for his lover. It was also better since his lover would surely fight him through every plan and move he would make.
Forty years after he had done the spell, the Wizarding World had almost completely forgotten his real name and was now know to be the Dark Lord of the Wizarding World, You-Know-Who, Terror of the Wizarding World, the Devil Incarnate, and the dark wizard Lord Voldemort. The control over the Wizarding World was literally on the tip of his fingers and it will be only a matter of time before the Ministry will proclaim defeat.
It was an ordinary meeting night for the Dark Lord with his followers delivering their reports about the status of the different alliances they were forging and any news about the illustrious Order of the Phoenix. He felt the magic shifting and magic calling to his own – shifting, twisting, and fusing until one thread connected his magic and soul to someone. He could not hide the grin working slowly up to his face. The death eaters suddenly shivered and an uncomfortable silence surrounded the room.
The Dark Lord smiled softly and said "Soon, my love, we will be together again."
A/N: What can you say? Hate it? Love it? Tell me what you think! This story was another adoption of A Goddess Under The Cupboard's story... Folks hope you like it! Okay? Hope I will be able to update soon enough...