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Author's Note: Huh, this isn't the best thing I've ever written but it's ok. I'm pretty sure it's Voldemort or rather Tom Riddle, heck it can even be an AU!Harry but I'm thinking it's Tom but if you want it to be Harry go ahead. Check out my other Drabbles! Reviews make the world go round!
He hated them.
He hated them all.
It's their entire fault.
They made him like this.
It's their entire fault he's a monster.
His parents, Dumbledore, his peers, it's their entire fault.
He was a boy once, a handsome boy with dreams and a future.
But no, they had to take that away just like they did everything else.
They smashed all his hopes with their tiny greedy fists just because he was better.
Oh, was he better.
His power rivaled all of their own.
He was like a god walking amongst mortals.
He looked down on them.
Their fear of power knew little bounds.
And that is wise, for they should fear him.
They will one day grovel at his feet, begging him to spare their lives.
But why should he spare theirs, when they ruined his?