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Fragment of a Soul
Tom Marvolo Riddle paced the length of his chambers, wondering what had gone wrong in his latest plot to kill Harry Potter. He stroked his chin and whispered harshly "Why do I even bother with those death eaters? They are all imbeciles" Tom sat down on a plush armchair, sudden memories that he had suppressed for years were flooding back to him. He thought back to the night he was abandoned by his mother in a small orphanage. Tom blamed her for everything that had gone wrong in his life. If she had have stayed alive, maybe his life would have been different.
He had only been a newborn when Merope Gaunt had died. She hadn't even tried to save herself, not even for her son. Tom poured himself a shot of whiskey and reflected upon killing his father. It was his one regret, the timely demise of his father. He often wondered what life would be like if he hadn't killed Tom Riddle senior. They may have bonded and done all of the stuff a father is supposed to with his children. They may have had a relationship, father and son. Tom scoffed at the very idea and downed the rest of his whiskey, before pouring himself another glass.
Tom dwelled upon his years at the orphanage, something he'd never done before. He smiled maliciously as he remembered Billy Stubbs, the little boy who he had tortured through his rabbit. According to Tom, the boy had deserved it. That was around the time he had first met Albus Dumbledore. With Twinkling blue eyes and a benign smile upon his face, Albus had scared the wits out of Tom on their first meeting, by setting fire to his wardrobe. Oh that had been terrifying to the younger him, for all of his worldly possessions were in that wardrobe. The fire had danced horrifically, in his eyes.
He had always had the utmost respect for Albus, although he had no idea why. The old man had always intimidated him. Tom threw his glass into the fire. It smashed against the bricks and the fire raged for a moment, the light dancing across the room. Tom had grown up alone and he had made his name known on his own. Not Tom Marvolo Riddle, but Lord Voldemort. He had made the entire wizarding world tremble in fear at the very mention of his name. He had succeeded in his goal. Tom sculled his whiskey, pouring himself yet another glass. He shouldn't drink so much but tonight he didn't care.
A knock at the door brought him out of his revere. He whispered "Enter" in a cold voice that seemed so familiar to him, yet so distant. Bellatrix Lestrange entered the room and bowed down in front of him. "My Lord" She whispered "We have captured Harry Potter" Tom's eyes lit up with interest. "Where is he?" He questioned. Bellatrix smiled and said "He is at Malfoy Manor, my lord" Tom sneered and said "He had better be, or you'll be sorry" Bellatrix looked momentarily worried but soon the smile returned and she walked outside. Tom followed her and together, they disapparated into the night.
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