Chapter One: An Encounter

I feel powerful. I feel like I'm ready to brave this world and... and take over it. Just grab it all and shove it down into my pocket like some sort of cloth, a prized possession. I could do what I want with it. I could twist it and turn it and shape it however much I like and it will always abide by my rules. It will love me and make me happy in whatever way I wish it too because it is mine. I have control over it; not anyone else. Me. There are countless possibilities as to what exactly I could do with it. That's the beauty, I want it. But not for anyone else, no it is mine. It will be my child, my perfect child. It will belong to me. Because I can do this and no one else can't. I'm special; I know things some people wouldn't be able to find out in their whole life time.

I pity them. Actually, I want them dead. They aren't pure. They are filth. They are disgusting. They don't know the ways. The ways of a Master Race. How could they? They are illegitimate. The thought disturbs me, sickens me, frightens me.

No.

No more of this. I will have my way. I will rank up this world and everyone will know about it. Everyone will know me, fear me.

Such a thought brings tingles up my spine. It is pleasure. The very idea is lovable. I will do this. Because I can. And no one else ever could. It is mine for the taking.

The world is mine.

I will never understand the want to be in this disgusting...dusty... filth-filled library. It towered around me, creating endless walls of books, confining me into it. It made me feel awkward. Like I was being imprisoned into this place... I patted my robes to confirm that my wand was safely tucked inside.

I would be so much better than this. I will own this library one day. I will own this school... I will own everything. It was my birthright. My father must have been a tremendous wizard – I inherited this power from him. My mother would never have been strong enough to hold such incredible powers; she died, after all. My mother was filth. She could not have ever given to me this gift of magic, this source of power that course through my veins at such a high velocity like... like a bolt of lightning. Poor woman, she wasn't blessed like me and my father was. I pity her.

I move silently towards the back of the Library, there was a specific book that was amazingly interesting to read but I didn't have time to take it out – rather I manipulated Madame Blishwick to open the Library late one night so I could 'find my wand'.

This book though, I was surprised it was not in the Forbidden Section of the library, it described all of the past dictators and leaders who had caused massive wars between the Wizards and other magical creatures. It was superb. Especially for my need, for lack of a better word, to... hold the Earth in the palm of my hand, to call it my own.

I moved towards the left side of the Library, the very last aisles of bookcases at the Library surrounded me and a large oak table with equally hard chairs. Facing the very small window I then dropped to my feet, pulling out a few books before retrieving a thick hardback book with a firm spine. The golden letters entitled it to be 'Tarnished Leaders of the Wizarding Age'. With a small smile I returned the other books in a neat manner before pulling out a chair and beginning to read.

Damn it. Damn it all, I gritted my teeth and through the book against the window before running a hand through my messy hair. Why did that page have to be taken out? It was the most crucial entry of the book and the page had been removed!

I let out a frustrated sigh and leaned against the oak table, my head down as I counted the grooves carved into it to try and calm myself.

"Well, I thought I'd never see the day when the Tom Riddle would enter a library,"

A voice, a feminine voice at the sound of it. Just what I needed company while I was in a bad mood; this was not doing well for the facade that I was playing so well.

I looked up to see a smug expression placed on a beautifully slim face with creamy skin – almost like the colour of milk. She was dressed in her Slytherin robes which were open slightly to reveal the white shirt clinging to her body and the familiar black, silver and green tie hanging from her neck in pride.

Of course, it just had to be Black. Typical behaviour from someone like her from the family that she comes from, definitely not surprising.

"And I never thought I'd see the day when the Venus Black would dare to enter any room that had so much as a one-page book in it," I replied smoothly, running a hand through my hair.

Our encounters where interesting to say the least, though of course it was natural to say that they always ended up with her walking off in a huff and me going and punching a wall. She made me lose my cool exterior, just for a moment. Nothing more than that though, just a moment. Or two.

"My, my, aren't we in a bad mood today?" she commented, changing her position so she was now leaning on the bookcase inspecting her awfully long nails.

"And it matters to you because...?" She was beginning to annoy me with her idle chatter; I had better things to do than this. Like finding the bloody page to that book.

"Oh, no reason in particular... rather, I have a preposition to offer," she replied, still inspecting her nails but her glance told me that she was in need of me to accept this. She was worried that I wouldn't – how amusing.

I smirked, raising an eyebrow at her and decided to bite, "Oh? And what would that be?"

"I believe that your frustration can be easily directed in such a way that would help both me and you."

I will admit, I was slightly interested in what she was proposing – purely because I wanted to know how this particular 'preposition' as she called it, would benefit me.

"And it will help in what way...?" I replied, feigning boredom when really I was quite intrigued at this point. Bad mistake. I could see a small smirk playing up on her lips, she knew I was interested – she wouldn't let me live this down for the rest of our school years. Brilliant.

"I believe you have a particular fondness of previous leaders, diplomats and rulers, to say in the nicest possible way, in History." She replied, now edging closer to the table that was acting as a strict barrier between us. She looked over her shoulder, presumably to make sure there were no eavesdroppers present, before continuing.

"I think you can benefit from the Forbidden Section of the library rather than this dusty... useless and pathetic excuse as a 'child-friendly' library."

You know what I think? I think she wants something in there. There's something that she wants and it's in the Restricted Section. She wants my help because she knows that she won't be able to get in there by herself.

I smirked at her, shaking my head patronisingly before leaning away from the table.

"If you wanted my help, Black, all you needed to do was ask," I said to her, still smirking. Of course she wouldn't be able to handle this by herself. She was a little girl who didn't know the true power of magic, she was still a baby compared to the extent of my own powers.

"Who said I wanted your help, Riddle?" she spat at suddenly, becoming flustered.

"Oh, please. You obviously need me to get whatever it is you want from the Forbidden Section and you can't do it by yourself. I only get a prize out of the deal for helping you get whatever thing you want. So you know what? I don't think I'll accept,"

I was being very smooth and casual about this, waiting to see her reaction – of course; I wouldn't turn her help down. It would only make my search faster than it was already going. I just needed a few more things to blackmail her into and I'll accept. Eventually.

She glared at me for a few moments before she let out a long exasperated sigh, I couldn't help but smirk. She knew I had her now. She played right into my hands without even knowing it, funny how things tend to work out in my favour.

"What do you want?" she said, through clenched teeth. Her eyes dark as she spoke with obvious strain of being had so easily. I thought the majority of Slytherins were supposed to be cunning, not easy.

"I want to know what you're up to," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest exercising my power over her.

"What else do you want?"

So she caught on that quickly did she? Very good, at least she was good for something... there was plenty of things I could think of for her to do. She could be more help to me than I originally thought...

"I want you to find me more books on rulers and I want spell books. A lot of them," I added, raising an eyebrow as she opened her mouth to protest against this. Her milky skin was soon brightening up into a violent scarlet colour as grew more frustrated every second.

"Half of those spell books are going to have screaming ghosts and hurricanes with tsunamis in them for all I know! How do you expect m-"

"I don't care if it tears up this whole building," I replied, in a matter-of-fact voice. "I want those books and you're getting them for me."

Pursing her lips, she stared me down again not blinking once this time – somehow it turned into a staring competition and for at least five minutes we had stayed motionless and only staring at only each other's eyes.

She broke under the pressure. Of course.

"Fine. Meet me here, tomorrow, same time and same place and we'll negotiate." She said, with a steely glare and my highly amused face she turned on her heel.

"Ah, I also have one more demand," I added on, smirking as she turned back round with a clearly infuriated expression at my high list of demands. She knew she was going to have to do more work getting me my part of the bargain than hers. It aggravated her and I was pleased.

"Oh? And what's that?" she asked, feigning a casualness that was clearly putting the lid on her emotions.

"I want your utmost trust that you will not speak a word of this, if you break it I'll know and I assure you that you won't want to know the consequences." My voice was strong and sincere with every word I spoke. I knew more magic than anyone else could ever know in my year and even above. Not many people may know this but I had made sure that the likes of Black were very aware of my power. This was also shown with the slight flash of fear that struck on her face before she scowled at me.

"Of course, why would I want to tell anyone of our exchange? If I had any other choice I wouldn't come to you so the secrecy between us is going to be kept between us whether you like it or not." She replied, strongly. The funny thing was she was telling the truth from the expression upon her face, she didn't want to deal with me as much as I didn't want to deal with her. We were the only people who would keep things like this between us instead of blabbing it to our fellow Slytherins.

"Excellent, you may go now." I replied, even more amused as she scowled at my words before she turned on her heel and walked off in the opposite direction.

A/N: So, this is my first shot at a younger Voldemort... hopefully, I'm not making it out to be totally unrealistic and un-Voldemort like xD

Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognise... also, I decided that Venus Black was Lucretia Prewett's (nee Black) younger sister to make it work... so yeah, I only own Venus!

Please review and tell me how I did?