This is my first time writing a fanfiction, so I'm kinda nervous, and it might have some mistakes cuz it's not beta-ed. Anyone that would like to beta this story can PM me. Anyhoo, I sincerely apologize for any grammar mistakes…

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling. Seriously, if I owned, HP would be totally 18+ and filled with yaoi~~~ XDD

Pairing: Harry/Tom (Voldemort)

Rating: M

Genre: Romance/Adventure/Mystery

Name: Illusion of Grandeur

Summary: Tom Marvolo Riddle is a vital part of a secret organization founded by three silver priests. As one of the seven Magical Lords, he has to take an apprentice, who is none other than a certain raven with green eyes-Harry Potter.

XOXOXO~~~~~~~~~Prologue~~~~~~~~~OXOXOX

Snowflakes fell down from the sky gently, like the soft feathers from an angel's wing, and covered the frozen earth beneath his feet.

Winter has arrived rather abruptly this year.

The wind hollered and wailed sharply, like some wounded beast, and the sky is covered in billowing masses of clouds, turning it into a depressing grey color. Amidst all the whiteness, a lean figure is walking toward the very edge of the glacier.

He doesn't really know what he's looking for, there's just this voice that keeps on calling out to him, and somehow, it lured him here. A sudden gust of wind blew back his hood, revealing the young face of a boy. Beneath his thick eyelashes, black eyes glittered with eagerness and anxiety. The wind blew all over his face like sharp knifes, causing it to gain an unnatural fluster, but underneath all the redness, his face is pale, so pale that it's almost vampire like.

The boy lifted his head, right in front of him, two glaciers joint together and became a cave. The snowflakes that fell around it all got sucked into the cave into a swirling, invisible vortex, and then disappear into a dead silence.

As if been devoured by something terrible...

Blood curling screams erupted from deep within the cave.

It sounded like the screams of a devil from the depths of hell, frightening, and maddening. Then, it slowly shifted into the scream of a little girl, mixed in with terrible pain and sick euphoria, and every warm scream pierced through the winter air like sharp daggers.

The boy is now standing at the mouth of the cave.

All around him, the sound of the roaring wind and swirling snow started to disappear, until all sounds faded into nothingness, save for the scream that breaks out at random.

He stared into the darkness of the cave, and fear washed over him in huge waves, his eyes are wide and his pupils dilated, reflecting the darkness of the cave.

Then suddenly, came an ascending crackling sound. The boy looked down and saw that black, vine like threads are coming from within the cave and weaving their way towards him. He knelt down with one knee, then, as if controlled by some unseen force, he lowered his head till the tip of his nose is almost touching the ground. What he doesn't know is, at the moment, wormlike vines are starting to appear on his pale face, more and more, clearer and clearer, getting more and more concentrated by the second. His dark eyes are now completely black, even the whites of his eyes are now black, and dark crimson dots flickered occasionally in his iris.

With a thick gurgling sound, the vines below the boy's feet swelled up into a big black lump and erupted through the ground. The boy heard the harsh sounds of the wind and saw a swirl of white in all the blackness, then nothing.

"Did you know that you had almost killed yourself?" The voice is emotionless, and it's definitely male. It's gentle, but at the same time, cruel and cold.

The boy raised his terrified face, his eyes had turned into a dark crimson color, and they look like liquid pools of blood. He stared at his rescuer. It's a boy older than him, with short silver hair that flew around wildly in the wind, and his white velvet cloak with silver linings billowed out behind him.

"What's your name?" He asked the silver haired boy, who stared at him coldly before answering: "Alois."

The boy looked down at the ground and then whispered: "Tom. My name is Tom."

Alois didn't give an indication that he had heard Tom, he just turned around. Tom looked around Alois into the cave and saw that the vine like materials had materialized into a hand. It's the color of coal and it looks dry and burnt. Also, it's definitely not a human hand since there are only four fingers, each with sharp finger nails dripping with slime and grime. Tom stared at the repulsive thing with wide eyes before collecting himself once again and gazed down at the ground.

Many years later, when Tom looks back at this memory, he knew then, that it was a dark omen for what's yet to come...

AN: Yep~ I know it's really short but it's really just the prologue, the chapters will get longer. I'm a lazy person, so I might update kinda slowly, but I will not abandon this story, right. Also, Alois has nothing to do with Harry, and Harry/Tom interaction will come much later in the story, yeah. Also, please please please spare a review! I practically LIVE for reviews, it's what motivates me~ XD

-LUV,

Nanaya SamaXOXO