[I do NOT own Harry Potter, and if I did, I wouldn't be putting my stories on fanfiction.net -they'd be
selling tons and tons of them in bookstores. Does it look like this is going to be selling millions of copies
worldwide? No? I didn't think so.]
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analysis of a dark lord
by sida (cowritten by many small cows*)
(*don't ask)
-
Tom was sitting on a bench outside of Hogwarts, admiring the calm black lake that seemed almost
solid. It was amazing, he mused, that even on extremely windy days like today, the lake barely wavered from
its perfection. However, whenever it did change, it changed spectacularly.
His extremely dark eyes ran along the Hogwarts castle, reminding himself that this was his beginning. Tom
Riddle, head boy, Slytherin, the best grades Hogwarts would ever see... an absolutely perfect student, perfect
citizen of the wizarding community, perfect example... Of course, they didn't *really* know anything about him.
No one did, even his closest friends had no idea of what he actually was- the power within him that ached to be
let out upon someone and everyone. They all knew he was brilliant, they just didn't know how much he wanted
not *just* to be brilliant, but to use his intellectual capacity for something interesting. What's the use of
having something like Tom did and wasting it on a boring Ministry job? Even being an auror was miserably
containing.
Only one person was suspicious of Tom, trying to keep his mind occupied and away from dangerous ideas like
that. Little did he know that he was actually fueling Tom instead of stopping him. The more he knew, the more
he realized what he could *do* with what he had. By letting him study advanced transfigurations, Dumbledore
made Tom able to learn more dark arts. Once he knew everything that the 'light' side had to offer, he turned
to the 'dark side' to see what it could offer him.
Tom, of course, played along with Dumbledore and pretended like the advanced transfiguration was actually
*difficult* for him, and he surprisingly believed it. ("I'm glad something has finally challenged you, Mr. Riddle.")
Stupid. It seemed like everybody was so *stupid* and trusting.
And so weak.
But what really happened to Tom? He was quite possibly the most brilliant and powerful wizard that had ever
come out of Hogwarts, but he wasn't Voldemort. Not yet, anyways.
'Voldemort' had seemed so odd to Tom at first. He only used that nickname with his friends when they were
alone, and it still had a odd feeling to it. He didn't show that to his friends of course, or who he thought of as
friends. They were more like... followers, maybe. Not really companions, but mindless servants. The closest
thing he had to friends were his dreams. At least they seemed to have minds of their own.
-
misty lies
and blue skies
are what evil is made of
poor boy still
waits until
he somehow find his face
selling tons and tons of them in bookstores. Does it look like this is going to be selling millions of copies
worldwide? No? I didn't think so.]
-
analysis of a dark lord
by sida (cowritten by many small cows*)
(*don't ask)
-
Tom was sitting on a bench outside of Hogwarts, admiring the calm black lake that seemed almost
solid. It was amazing, he mused, that even on extremely windy days like today, the lake barely wavered from
its perfection. However, whenever it did change, it changed spectacularly.
His extremely dark eyes ran along the Hogwarts castle, reminding himself that this was his beginning. Tom
Riddle, head boy, Slytherin, the best grades Hogwarts would ever see... an absolutely perfect student, perfect
citizen of the wizarding community, perfect example... Of course, they didn't *really* know anything about him.
No one did, even his closest friends had no idea of what he actually was- the power within him that ached to be
let out upon someone and everyone. They all knew he was brilliant, they just didn't know how much he wanted
not *just* to be brilliant, but to use his intellectual capacity for something interesting. What's the use of
having something like Tom did and wasting it on a boring Ministry job? Even being an auror was miserably
containing.
Only one person was suspicious of Tom, trying to keep his mind occupied and away from dangerous ideas like
that. Little did he know that he was actually fueling Tom instead of stopping him. The more he knew, the more
he realized what he could *do* with what he had. By letting him study advanced transfigurations, Dumbledore
made Tom able to learn more dark arts. Once he knew everything that the 'light' side had to offer, he turned
to the 'dark side' to see what it could offer him.
Tom, of course, played along with Dumbledore and pretended like the advanced transfiguration was actually
*difficult* for him, and he surprisingly believed it. ("I'm glad something has finally challenged you, Mr. Riddle.")
Stupid. It seemed like everybody was so *stupid* and trusting.
And so weak.
But what really happened to Tom? He was quite possibly the most brilliant and powerful wizard that had ever
come out of Hogwarts, but he wasn't Voldemort. Not yet, anyways.
'Voldemort' had seemed so odd to Tom at first. He only used that nickname with his friends when they were
alone, and it still had a odd feeling to it. He didn't show that to his friends of course, or who he thought of as
friends. They were more like... followers, maybe. Not really companions, but mindless servants. The closest
thing he had to friends were his dreams. At least they seemed to have minds of their own.
-
misty lies
and blue skies
are what evil is made of
poor boy still
waits until
he somehow find his face
