Oneshot written from Tom Riddle's POV.

Rating- T, simply because I want to be safe...

Disclaimer: Oh, how I wish I owned Harry Potter


How do you begin to define evil?

Tom Riddle stopped at the bottom of the wide stone staircase and smiled to himself.

Was he evil?

His head throbbed, and his arms ached but he felt good. Really good.

Powerful.

For once in his life he seemed to hold ultimate control. His whole life he had been passed from Orphanage to Orphanage. Nobody wanting him; everyone terrified of the lonely little boy with strange powers.

He could make those other children hurt- he could make them scream.

Then Dumbledore turned up- explained that he was different. That he was special. Hogwarts had been his escape.

He suddenly had control. He could choose who to make hurt- he could choose who he wanted to scream.

Of course, he was under close guard by the teachers. Especially Dumbledore, as it seemed the old Wizard did not trust him.

Clever old fool.

Riddle hated Dumbledore. He hated him. Yet he was the person he admired most.

Once he had power like Dumbledore, yes then he would be happy.

Dangling first years from the towers was fun- practising the Cruciatus curse on them was even more fun.

But he wanted more. He needed to feel that the entire school was afraid of him.

The snake was his only true friend. Everyone else was too scared to get really close to him. Of course, nobody else knew about the snake- it was hidden in the vents and spoke only to him. If he was angry he could make it hurt people.

Especially dirty mudbloods- the impure blood. The ones that didn't deserve to be here in the first place.

Tom Riddle watched as a young girl with glasses and bunches ran past sobbing, on her way to the girls bathroom.

Myrtle. Moaning Myrtle- dirty, impure blood. She would be his next victim.

He followed closely behind her, already whispering to the walls- gently coaxing the snake out of his hiding place.

Oh yes, it felt so good to be this powerful.