November 30, 1942
I have just purchased this diary and am making my first entry into it. I intend that it be a record of my doings and actions, something of a record of my life and perhaps a form of immortality. Thus, I suppose I should begin with my history so far.
I am Tom Marvolo Riddle, my mother may be a Muggle named Merope Guant who died soon after my birth, the wretched cow. My father is assuredly a wizard of great power by the name of Riddle. I attend Hogwarts School of Withcraft and Wizardry and am at the top of all my classes. In my spare time I have been researching Salazar Slytherin and the supposed Chamber of Secrets here at the school. I have found hints that this chamber may exist and my ability to speak with snakes could be useful in finding an opening it.
December 15, 1942
The holiday break is coming up soon and I have requested that headmaster Dippet allow me to stay at the school instead of returning to the Muggle Orphanage. It is a place of filth squalor and horrid people who hate me beyond reason. Luckily I have been able to use my wizardry to keep them cowed and at bay. Sadly I can't actually use my wand or else the Ministry will come down on me for underage use of magic.
The Ministry is full up of stupid cretins who only hear the wealthiest voices and do nothing at all for the populace here. I suspect that many of them are muggle sympathizers allowing their pets to misuse and abuse wizards like myself. The entire establishment needs to be removed and destroyed or at least convinced to regulate the muggles and the muggle born. Not that the Purebloods are actually any better, but if someone were intelligent enough to use that hatred for muggles they could get themselves elected as minister of magic and make some real change.
December 22, 1942
I could not find any information on a wizard named Riddle who attended Hogwarts. Then, I looked further into the records and found that a Merope Guant did indeed attend the school. Who was she? Did my muggle father kill her after she gave birth to me? It sounds like something a wretched muggle would do to a witch. I think she wanted to keep me safe from him and he killed her for it. Stupid muggles they should all be killed!
December 29, 1942
I have found it! The Chamber of Secrets is within my grasp. I am the first being since Salazar Slytherin himself to set foot in the chamber and although it is muddy and filled with disgusting sludge I have found it and Salazar's books and alchemical recipies. Plus, there is a giant Basilisk down here and I can speak with it once I figure out how to wake it up.
What a glorious day!
January 15, 1943
I have freed the basilisk and made something of a friend with the creature, but it is task focused. Salazar Slytherin designed it to kill and eat the muggle born witches and wizards and it must do so to survive unless it hibernates. At first I was more than happy to see it killing these students these people who are so very closely related to the filth in the Orphanage or my disgusting Father who must have killed and even tortured my mother. They are the worst creatures in the world, always trying to hurt and kill. I wish I could exterminate them all. Go Basilisk, go and kill them by the command of Tom Marvolo!
February 4, 1943
There is talk about closing the school now and I can't keep the Basilisk from killing unless I shut the Chamber of Secrets up again. But, I can't just close it up unless there is something to blame for all of the deaths. What an imbecilic plan this was from the very beginning. Once I knew the Basilisks food source I should not have allowed it to feed here where it would be detected, but my anger and hatred of the muggles made me overwrought. Still, I should have sent it into a muggle town or village, the deaths there would have gone un-remarked by the wizards and witches here at Hogwarts. No one really cares about people who live in some random village they have never heard of.
February 18, 1943
I have convinced Headmaster Dippet that Hagrid's Acromantuala was the creature responsible for all of the deaths and the half-giant has been expelled from the school and his pet has been destroyed. In the meantime I have closed the Chamber of Secrets and put the basilisk into a hibernating slumber. I am sad to see it go. It was one of the very few friends I have ever had.
March 16, 1943
I have been talking with Professor Slughorn about immortality and Horcruxes. A Horcrux is an item that you split off part of your soul into and then if you die you will be able to come back to life. The Professor has told me about what sort of dark and evil magic this must be and I have agreed with him. It is dark, evil and it is utterly necessary. I could do something foolish again such as the Basilisk and I could be jailed or killed for it, especially if I don't regulate my temper around a muggle born or a muggle. If I could have one or even more Horcruxes, then I would need to fear less about foolish mistakes and live to become the most powerful wizard the world has seen. I could become Minister of Magic and declare war on all the Muggles just like the Germans have done against the rest of the world and Grindlewald is doing too.
I wish I could meet him and learn from him, but I think he is being foolish. I think he'll end up killing many wizards and witches and still lose his war, just like I think the Germans will lose their war as well. Money, manufacturing, and man power are against both of them. They should have been smarter and gotten more people on their side first. Much like I have been gathering the purebloods in school to my side.
I have started going by Lord Voldemort and I have told many of them that I am Salazar Slytherin's heir. I have explained to them how the muggle born are dangerously skewing their world and need to be taken care of. I think I could set it up so that the muggle borns are "responsible" for some horrible things and then even more will be on my side. By appealing to the powerful and suggesting that their place of power is being assailed by the less powerful I can gain a position within their ranks. I can become Minister of Magic and rule.
April 3, 1943
I have designed a mark that people who follow me can take up on their arms. It is based on a protean spell and I can use it to summon them, speak with them, or even control them if I need to. This is what Grindlewald was missing if he marked people with powerful magic he could have had more of them forced to do his bidding and never gone to war.
May 15, 1943
It has been busy and I haven't had time to write in this diary. I have been learning more and more about Horcruxes and have some good theories that I would like to try for myself. They aren't quite ready yet though.
May 30, 1943
I have found out more about my mother Merope Guant. Her family lives in Little Hangleton and I think I will visit them over the summer. Before I do that though I will make this diary into my first Horcrux. When I visit the town I will find a muggle, kill them and split a bit of my soul into this diary.
"Avada Kedavra" The green light hits her and she dies. One innocent girl dead at my feet a killing in utter cold blood and I recite the runes. Ripping and tearing at my very essence. There I feel it a part of my soul is torn from me and I shove it away….then there is a tunnel…a long, long tunnel. I feel nothing and see nothing for hours or perhaps days.
When my mind returns I still have no body, no hands. I am in a formless shapless place with…words? I look closer and see them, yes those are words. I read them and I scream….it is the Diary! I have trapped myself in my own damned diary.
The laughter of children echoes in my ears…"freak"…."freak"…."freak"…..no! No! I refuse to hear such things I refuse to be such a thing. I AM LORD VOLDEMORT! I scream it aloud I wreak havoc on phantom children in phantom orphanages but the words are still there.
It is possible that time passes, I am not sure at all. I have read and re-read my own diary experienced my Hogwarts life over and over again and I realize that I must be the soul fragment left behind. The process was clear the method exacting. I am utterly sure that everything I did was absolutely perfect to make a Horcrux one must rip a part of their soul off and place it in an item. Or is that everything HE did?
I watch again the last memories again did I tear away or did HE? It is not my FAULT that I am here…Oh..noo…it is HIS fault. That bastard that pitiful fool or am I the pitiful fool trapped here in this vast expanse of words that I wrote. All my plans for becoming Minister of Magic are gone all I have is my deep hatred for muggles and even that is hard to keep up here in this place.
I dream of my mother sometimes and wonder if my father really killed her. I'll never know what the Guants said to him or is that me? I guess it's him since he's somewhere out there and I am in here. Sometimes I think I feel a flicker of pulling an echo of the feeling that happened when I first put myself in here and wonder if he is still going on with the plan to make more. I wonder if he realizes what he's doing to those other pieces. Leaving them like this, leaving me like this we'll go insane or maybe he will. I wonder if he/I will ever be put into a book of magical mishaps. I can almost imagine a professor teaching it now, "Well kids creating a horcrux you split your soul, but it makes you insane and that bit of your soul insane. You'll go stark raving bonkers, but don't worry you'll never do anything nearly as stupid as creating the Horcrux to begin with"
No, that's stupid no one would ever teach it. Slughorn was afraid to even talk about them and I had to do research myself and use notes from Slytherin's books along with other places to even figure it out. I would sigh except I don't have lungs. I would pace except I don't have feet. I would sit here except in all actuality I'm not sitting because I lack something to sit upon.
. . . Hello?
. . . I wonder how long it has been
. . . Is anyone there?
. . . . . .