Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own the characters in the story. They belong to Madame J.K Rowling and I can assure you that I am not her. Now onto the story! This is a one chapter story and if it's shorter than you desired, my apologies. Anyhoo, read on and please review after… (Just as not to confuse anyone, what's written in italics is Tom Riddle's journal entry…

A journal entry from an evil half-blood

A sigh, more than one meaning to the purposeful exhale but in this case, a sigh meant one thing. A sigh, from the thin, pale lips of Tom Marvolo Riddle as he pressed the tip of his eagle feather quill to the ancient pages of parchment, only meant that his thoughts could not be scribed. The only thing he could do was write the date in small, cursive writing.

January 31st

The end of his quill lay between his front teeth as he thought for a moment. In less than a minute, his pale hands were gliding across the pages.

Could anyone ask for any less? The rest of the school, fellow Slytherins included, torments me for my name, my filthy muggle name! And I've tried to ignore it, the eternal scars that decorate my arms bear as proof. But some things pressure the limit too far. I have to do something for even the mudbloods find pleasure in my sorrow. If I rose to power, a horrid empire where I would take the throne, this would never happen again. I would never have to slide the knife across my flesh again, instead, the knife would be plunged into the heart of every mudblood that passes me by, drawing their blood and with every scarlet stain upon my hands, I would feel better knowing that I had had my revenge. But my name, my lousy name, besmirching my heartless soul. If I had a new name, a name that one day everyone will fear to speak and tremble at my very thought.

Tom Riddle

Tom Marvolo Riddle…

Lord Volomar… No.. Definitely not…

Lord Voldemort…

Yes.. It has a nice ring to it, not unlike that of funeral bells. Now all that's left to do is recruit an anxious army… Yes… With a mastermind such as myself and a desperate band of followers…

I SHALL RULE THE WIZARDING WORLD… FOREVER!

A grin flickered across Tom's face as a blot of lightning scratched across the darkening clouds. The night this evil plan was put to work…Tom Riddle was no more as Lord Voldemort swore his revenge…

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