Great, Boring History of Magic again, he thought as he ran his thin fingers through his raven hair. He scribbled a few notes down but quickly became bored and started to draw. I wonder what she doing now, he thought. His eyes sparkling slightly at the thought of her. A weakness. If anything his only one.

School was usually so much fun. He gazed out of the window at some first years learning to fly broomsticks, because of course this school was like no other. Hogwarts was a school where its students learnt the mystical and magical art of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

He tapped his finger against the desk and stared at the teacher up in front. Their Professor was, in fact, a ghost. Story had it that he had just got up one morning to teach and was no longer among the living, so to speak. He was in his seventh year now, but things were so much more boring since-

"Psst, hey" a whisper came from beside him. A Blonde haired Slytherin girl levitated a note across to him.

Going to the Quidditch match?

It read.

Of Course.

He replied, but the reply he got back from her hadn't been what he had expected.

What's up Tom? Dumbledore still on your back?

If there's one person Tom hated above all others at this moment it was that horribly annoying Professor Dumbledore, their transfiguration teacher. It was his fault he was so bored all the time at the moment. He couldn't have any fun because he knew Dumbledore would be watching him. So instead he had to take lessons with a load of Mudblood fools.

But Tom wouldn't have his fun spoilt forever, because he had a plan that would mean he would become the most feared person in the whole world. All he needed was a name. He had all the time he needed now. Because he could get up leave the classroom and the professor wouldn't even notice. He knew this for a fact as he had done it so many times.

But now he had no reason to leave the classroom. He couldn't risk anything. Tom wasn't even a regular wizard. His Muggle father had left his mother when he'd found she was a witch and she died giving birth to Tom. He'll be the first to go, Tom thought, He dumps my mother and me and I get stuck with his filthy Muggle name.

Something last year had really scared people and that was that Slytherins heir was letting lose a monster. A Hufflepuff Half giant named Hagrid who had a taste for pets of the beast/monster variety and been 'caught' and expelled for this. Hagrid however wasn't Slytherins Heir.

It Wasn't Toms name that made him so. unusual. It wasn't in the way he looked, and he did look rather. cute many of the girls in his year liked to say. But it was deeper than that. In his blood. Because in his blood flows the blood of his ancestor, Slazar Slytherin. Tom Was the Heir of Slytherin.

And the monster certainly wasn't what Hagrid was caring for, a Spider? How was that terrifying. No it was something more horrifying something believed to be extinct almost, a basilisk. Basilisk can only be controlled by parselmouths though. Well that's where being the heir of Slytherin really came in handy. As slazar Slytherin had been a parselmouth so therefore, being his ancestor, Tom was too.

I can't believe that they really thought it was that oaf Hagrid who was Slytherins heir, Tom thought, I mean he wasn't even in Slytherin house. Tom scribbled down his full name on a piece on paper,

Tom Marvolo Riddle,

He stated doing the usual thing drawing snakes round it. My Poor Basilisk, he thought, it'll be left in the Chamber for years before I can let it lose again. Tom got his wand out and whispered and few words and sure enough the snake on the paper started slithering around his name.

"Riddle" the professors' voice came. Toms' head snapped up quicker than a lightning bolt.

"Professor?"

"Class has finished now you can go"

Tom quickly packed his things away and darted out of the classroom. He was going to find her this time and he would definitely tell her how he felt. He dashed off without realising that the letters of his name on the piece on paper he had crammed into his bag were slowly re-arranging themselves to for a new meaning.

* * * * *

Tom entered the courtyard, walking very determined but there was a boyish nervousness on his face but very well hidden. Keeping an eye open for the girl who always took his breath away/

He didn't know what it had been about her that had captivated him. It made him sick to think he could even be in love with this girl. She had a similar background to him. Hated her father, grew up alone without any magical friends.

Maybe he would ask her to become one of his followers when he became. whatever his new name would be. And if she refused he'd do to her what he would to any other who refused. Kill them. A smirk crossed Toms' face. That was better that's more like the things I should be thinking of. Everyone will fear me.

He already had a few "friends" who were or would be willing to become his followers, his. now there was a good point. What would he call his followers? It had to be something that would strike fear into people.

"Hmm."

"What's up Tom? Major plans picking at your brain again?"

Tom Frowned as the golden haired girl stopped next to him. She seamed to always be there to disturb his train of thought. When I finish school, I might have to finish her, Tom thought. Although she had promised that she and all the future generation of her family would follow him. Her Brother had promised the same.

"Thinking of a name for my followers" he confided

"Oh. Tough one. Something that strikes fear?" She asked all tom did was nodded. "You'll think of something you always do. That's why you lead and I follow."

Tom Scowled and began to walk toward the Quidditch stadium. Last game of the season. That meant the end of school permanently soon. Which also meant not much time left to think. The Quidditch match was Slytherin against Gryffindor. Should be interesting at least, he thought as he walked with the smallest of smirks on his face.

* * * * *

As They left the Quidditch stadium Tom was in a foul mood. Not because of the result, oh no naturally Slytherin had won, but because the girl that plagued his thoughts hadn't been there. He could usually see her from his seat as well.

"What's wrong Riddle?" His Friend asked him, her eyes worried and sympathetic, but their was the smallest hint that she was scared of him at this present second.

"Where was she? She wasn't there Nott, where was she?"

"I Don't know Tom."

"Liar. Never Lie to me Nott you know I always know or always find out."

"I didn't want to say because it would ruin the last day of school for you."

"What happened?" Tom asked voice dropping lower and deadlier

"I don't want you to find out from me To-" Nott didn't get to finish her sentence, because Tom Had Slammed her against the wall of the deserted corridor they were now walking down.

"Tell Me, You Know what'll happen if you don't. If you are going to be loyal to me never lie or hide things from me." He Told her as deadly red glow stared to flicker in his eyes.

"Such a shame" Someone said as they entered the corridor, Tom Let Nott go but still glared at her. "Lizzie was such a nice girl as well." Tom shook at the name and Nott looked more nervous that ever.

"Lizzie Harsworth?" Tom Asked as the two girls walked passed, they turned and looked at him.

"Yes haven't you heard? She went home early because her mother was ill and some Muggles found out about her and-"

"And what" Tom Asked knowing what the reply would be like. Tom recognised the two girls now, they had been Lizzies' friends. They just looked down and walked away. One of the two started to sob as they did so while the other tried to comfort her.

"They found her tied up." Nott Said as Tom Watched the girls walk off. "She was cut really badly. " Tom Turned to face her Nott looked upset too, because she had also been one of lizzies friends, that's how Tom had met her. "She was found in a river, two miles away from where they lived. Weighed down with heavy stones, tied up, cut, it was in the Daily Prophet yesterday."

Toms hand reached for his wand and he turned to walk away.

"Don't Tom." Nott Shouted after him and he stopped and faced her again.

"why not, why didn't you tell me?"

"You'll do something rash. I didn't want you to know until school had finished, they'll have your wand if you do anything now. Then you wouldn't be able to realise any of your plans, they'd all go to waste" Tom Looked into her eyes and realised there was truth in what she said.

"Fine" he said replacing his wand and he stalked back to the Slytherin common room.

* * * * *

Tom threw his books onto his bed when he reached the boys dormitory. He searched through his bag until he came across something to do. His History Of Magic book would give him some reading. As he read he saw a article that interested him. On "Eaters" Spirts that devoured victims and the man who saved countless people from some. But "Eaters" Would always be around, like his followers.

"Eaters can only be called by Death Himself legend says and all that is left of the victim is their skull. When these ferocious Spectres are called they instantly appear by his side."

Part of the passage read.

"Hmmm." Toms Brain started working overtime "Death Eaters" Tom said as he started to draw a skull on the page. Then a snake round it. And wrote "Death Eater" below it. He thought again of the basilisk. And using his wand animated the snake. The snake slithered around the page for a bit until it went into the skull and then stopped halfway through coming out.

Tom tapped the page with his wand again trying to get the snake to move and then something hit him.

"OUCH!" he said loudly as the object hit the back of his head."

"Sorry?" Nott asked as she walked into the room

"Something hit me" Notts eyes looked around the room.

"There's no one here though, Oh cool Tom is that our emblem?"

"What?" Tom asked facing her.

"The Skull and snake thing and "Death Eater" cool that our name?"

"Tom thought on it for a second before he replied "Yes it is, come here"

Nott Instantaneously looked worried but moved round to the other side of the bed where tom now sat holding his wand in his hand. She stopped in front of him. Toms Brilliant eyes were looking redder but not the white of the eye, it was the iris that was changing colour.

"You Promised to follow and obey me when the time came, well that time is soon, will you still keep that promise?" He asked her.

"Until my dying day" She replied without hesitation.

Tom grabbed her left arm and without thinking muttered a word that would one day become what all were afraid of as much as his Death Eaters and himself.

Nott winced in pain as a green light hit her arm and left where the shot hit was a black mark, a Skull with a snake protruding from its mouth. Nott looked at the mark in wonder.

"A Black Mark"

"The Dark Mark, My loyal Death Eater" Tom Smirked.

"And what do I call you?"

"The Dark Lord" Tom said, just saying what came to mind first

"And the name all wizards will fear?" Nott Asked

"I haven't got that far yet" Tom Confided

"Then I shall leave you to think on it" Nott Told him and left the room.

Tom turned back to his History of magic book and flipped through the pages for more inspiration. Until he came across the piece of paper he had written his name on. The snake he had drawn on this was acting unusually too. It was pushing the letters of his name about into a new formation.

Tom watched in wonder as it pushed the letters of his present name into a new meaning. Toms smile widened. He could use this. All wizards would fear this name.

Tom Marvolo Riddle had been reformed by his animated snake and now was a anagram of the name.

"Nott! He called looking at the paper"

"Yes master?" she whispered as she re-entered the room

"I know my name, the name all shall fear." And the first to discover me will be those who murdered Lizzie, He thought. Nott looked at him anxious to know.

He looked down at the paper again smiling evilly. And then Told her with a voice that echoed evil around the room.

"I Am Lord Voldemort"