The Dark Lord
Summary: What if the Dark Lord had a different name…?
Disclaimer: They ain't mine, I'm borrowing them for my own, twisted little purposes, and shall return them when I am done torturing them….whichever ones I am currently torturing that is……
Author's Note: I came up with the idea for this story when one of the local papers that show up in your mailbox on certain days had a poster of my area in it. Unfortunately, my house was not on it, and neither was my friend's who lives a bit further up it, so we started marking important places, K-Mart, KFC, my mother's work, the place where my friend's sister lost her virginity, the road taken to get sushi, the road to which you get to my boyfriend's work Which is very important as coming into the suburb, you follow that road to get to my house, which is on the main road- that and the fact that this is my boyfriend we are talking about here, peoples! the random house with the red roof, the evil public toilet where people do naughty things, the scrub along the river where people who like the same sex also do naughty things Geelong people will understand this, and of course, the lair of the current Dark Lord, whose name…well, I can't mention it….but we will find it out soon…… If we keep reading, that is……….
Once upon a time, there was a woman, a woman by the name of Merape, Merope, whatever, it isn't important. What is important is she was a witch, and her father and brother were wizards. Now, they were the evil sort, to her and others, and they landed themselves in jail. While they were in jail, she put a love spell, or something, on a Muggle, or a person who isn't magical, and married him. She got pregnant, and we don't know exactly what happened, maybe she got sick of the whole thing, and lifted the spell, and he buggered off. She went to an orphanage to give birth, and died, after naming her son, Tom for his father, Marvolo for his evil grandfather. His last name was Riddle. Well, he grew up, and ended up as evil as his grandfather and uncle, and started terrorizing people. Then, he started at a magic school, called Hogwarts. He took control of a Basilisk, killed someone, put a part of his soul in his diary for later, framed someone else for killing the person, and ended up graduating. Then, it all got worse. He did terrible, terrible things, killed people, spread terror across the land. He fashioned himself a name, a name so terrible that people didn't dare utter it, a name of such terror and significance…a name he had always wanted to be called…. He was the Dark Lord…. The Dark Lord…Schnookums.