This is fan fiction, meaning no one has claimed to be JK Rowling. We aren't
making any money, so don't sue. This is also written by my cousin, Mike.
Hes just borrowing my fanfic account.
Chapter 1: The boy named Riddle
2 green beams of light hit each other. They start to grow bigger. A voice booms over everything. The voice is muffled.
Tom opens his eyes and realizes where he is. He is sitting at the Slytherin table waiting for his named to be called at his graduating ceremony. Professor Dippet is calling someone to pick up his or her diploma.
Tom Riddle was not an ordinary kid at an ordinary school. He was a wizard going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Tom's appearance was strange for his age. He was taller than most anybody of his grade. He was pale with jet-black hair. He was also very skinny.
Tom was slightly listening to Dippet, slightly spacing off. Tom knew he got the best marks of his year. He was head boy. He had gotten sixteen O.W.L. 's ( that set a school record). He was probably the best student Hogwarts had seen. That didn't matter to him anymore. He wanted to be the greatest sorcerer in the world. He also wanted power, and lots of it.
He only told a couple of his closest friends his dreams for domination. His closest friend, Shifard Malfoy was the only one who knew Tom opened the chamber of secrets. The basilisk inside attacked seven mudbloods, finally killing one.
Malfoy said after school he would gather some supporters and meet up with Tom so they could began their work. Now Dippet was getting in the R's.
"Rander," Dippet echoed through the hall.
James Rander walked up To Dippet, shook his hand, and with the other took his diploma. The room erupted with appluase. When the room got quiet Dippet said another name.
"Damn pretty boy; they only like him because he's good at qudditch," Tom thought.
"Riddle," boomed Dippet.
Tom flinched at the name. He hated his mudblood father's name. He disowned that name the day he killed his father and his family. He choose Lord Voldemort for his career.
Voldemort walked up to where Dippet was and forced a smile. he shook Dipet's hand vigorously. He strode back to his seat at the table. He didn't get half the applause as Rander did. He daydreamed for the rest of the ceremony and feast. He stumbled back to his room and packed.
Voldemort opened his suitcase and started to pile his stuff in. He put all his dark magic stuff in a secret compartment so nobody would find it. Malfoy walked in.
" What can I do you for Malfoy?"
" I just wanted to ask you what you where gonna do before we start... it."
" I gotta job at the United Magical Front."
" I know somebody who works there. He's a friend of dad. His name's Snape, Vandes Snape."
" That might come in handy," Voldemort said coolly.
Voldemort laid on his bed for hours, just thinking. He finally drifted off to sleep. He woke up with a jolt. He was sweating. The sun was high and the room empty. Voldemort jumped out of bed, and grabbed his stuff and ran out of the room. He hurried out of the common room and down the hall. He hustled out of the school and down to the train. He jumped on the train just before it took off.
Voldemort found an empty compartment. He sat down and stared out the window. He had so many questions. Who would want to stop him from leaving Hogwarts? Why would they want to stop him? So many questions. Before he knew it the train was slowing down at King's Cross Station. He leapt out of the train and into the packed platform of 9 3/4. He walked into the muggle world. Remembering he had someplace to be, he hurried off.
Chapter 1: The boy named Riddle
2 green beams of light hit each other. They start to grow bigger. A voice booms over everything. The voice is muffled.
Tom opens his eyes and realizes where he is. He is sitting at the Slytherin table waiting for his named to be called at his graduating ceremony. Professor Dippet is calling someone to pick up his or her diploma.
Tom Riddle was not an ordinary kid at an ordinary school. He was a wizard going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Tom's appearance was strange for his age. He was taller than most anybody of his grade. He was pale with jet-black hair. He was also very skinny.
Tom was slightly listening to Dippet, slightly spacing off. Tom knew he got the best marks of his year. He was head boy. He had gotten sixteen O.W.L. 's ( that set a school record). He was probably the best student Hogwarts had seen. That didn't matter to him anymore. He wanted to be the greatest sorcerer in the world. He also wanted power, and lots of it.
He only told a couple of his closest friends his dreams for domination. His closest friend, Shifard Malfoy was the only one who knew Tom opened the chamber of secrets. The basilisk inside attacked seven mudbloods, finally killing one.
Malfoy said after school he would gather some supporters and meet up with Tom so they could began their work. Now Dippet was getting in the R's.
"Rander," Dippet echoed through the hall.
James Rander walked up To Dippet, shook his hand, and with the other took his diploma. The room erupted with appluase. When the room got quiet Dippet said another name.
"Damn pretty boy; they only like him because he's good at qudditch," Tom thought.
"Riddle," boomed Dippet.
Tom flinched at the name. He hated his mudblood father's name. He disowned that name the day he killed his father and his family. He choose Lord Voldemort for his career.
Voldemort walked up to where Dippet was and forced a smile. he shook Dipet's hand vigorously. He strode back to his seat at the table. He didn't get half the applause as Rander did. He daydreamed for the rest of the ceremony and feast. He stumbled back to his room and packed.
Voldemort opened his suitcase and started to pile his stuff in. He put all his dark magic stuff in a secret compartment so nobody would find it. Malfoy walked in.
" What can I do you for Malfoy?"
" I just wanted to ask you what you where gonna do before we start... it."
" I gotta job at the United Magical Front."
" I know somebody who works there. He's a friend of dad. His name's Snape, Vandes Snape."
" That might come in handy," Voldemort said coolly.
Voldemort laid on his bed for hours, just thinking. He finally drifted off to sleep. He woke up with a jolt. He was sweating. The sun was high and the room empty. Voldemort jumped out of bed, and grabbed his stuff and ran out of the room. He hurried out of the common room and down the hall. He hustled out of the school and down to the train. He jumped on the train just before it took off.
Voldemort found an empty compartment. He sat down and stared out the window. He had so many questions. Who would want to stop him from leaving Hogwarts? Why would they want to stop him? So many questions. Before he knew it the train was slowing down at King's Cross Station. He leapt out of the train and into the packed platform of 9 3/4. He walked into the muggle world. Remembering he had someplace to be, he hurried off.