Voldemort stood in the middle of Hogwarts School. Bodies were scattered all around him. Aurors, students, his own Death Eaters. Another scream carried over the tower to him. Another person dead. He never really wanted this to happen. He didn't think it would go this far. More screaming. More death. He had done this. The destruction and death was carried out on his orders. He didn't want more death. It had been too much. To think that he had killed so many innocent people just to make his life never-ending made him disgusted. Despite what Dumbledore's recruits thought, buried deep down, Voldemort still had a heart. It had shriveled up. Turned black and broken. But this battlefield had ignited it again. He dropped to his knees and let his wand roll out of his hand. A tear rolled down the brittle, grey skin.
Chapter 30 of Secrets of The Darkest Art.
The only way to summon your soul pieces out of the Horcruxes and become whole again, is to feel remorse, true remorse for what you've done.
There was a crack of red light and then the inhabitants of Hogwarts were staring at a middle-aged man. The man had messy black hair and was clothed in torn black robes. Tom Riddle grabbed his wand. Kingsley Shacklebolt cast a quick Disarming Charm which was easily deflected by Riddle. The students barely heard him mumble 'Avada Kedavra' before there was a flash of green light, and Tom Riddle knew no more.
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