real quick i'd like to note that the first sentence is straigt from the book, i didn't write it niether did you, so if you all have any issues cause you love your little copy right rules, just be quiet. thank you.
"Harry Potter," said the Dark Lord, "The Boy Who Lived... come to die"
Potter stared him in the face and remained where he stood, all around could see every fiber of his being screaming to fight or run; run dammit, run. but for reasons unknown to all, he remained, prepared, even hoping, for death's sweet kiss.
Riddle grasped the elder wand and screamed the cursed words with power, "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
The curse struck the chosen man without relenting, he was dead.
The Dark Lord stood with pride, he'd finally vanquished his enemy. The blasted thorn in his side that had pained him so, when a sudden pain came over him. He suddenly forgot where he was, staggered, then dropped. Bella Lestrange his most devoted servant and, in her mind, more felt for his heart beat... there was none. Lord Voldemort, to the shock of everyone in that forest... was dead.
Or at least, as far as they could tell, in actuality he was watching his life flash before his eyes in the form of an old picture show.
He recalled experiencing so many thing, but one event caught his eye. An event he had tried so hard to bury the memory of. The event which proved that his heart was not born dead, but was stone cold in his youth, until he saw... her.
"Sofia..." he said weak with pain.
He witnessed the first time he'd laid eyes on the beautiful soul he once called "my love".
Now the mere mention of the word was enough to make him choke with pity. Love? What a ridiculous concept, he believed.
But he couldn't fight it, he loved that woman, and dare we say it, he still did.
He continued to watch himself as young man walk after the girl in his recollections.
"No, Don't!", he pleaded in the voice of an old man who knew someone about to have their heart broken...
"Hello there," said the younger Riddle, taking out his hand in a gentleman's manner, "My name is Tom Riddle, i'm glad to meet you."
"Oh, nice to meet you too." said the young woman haughty, "I'm Sofia Evans, it's a very great pleasure, I've heard so much about you form my classmates."
"The pleasure is all mine, beautiful woman." said a suave Riddle taking the girl's hand and gently pressing his lips to it.
She blushed like a little school girl.
Voldemort watched young Riddle in horror, he knew what would happen and hated it with fire.
"It's nothing but a sad delusion for the weak!" he told himself, "You're not weak. No, Lord Voldemort is not weak...
"Anymore," he admitted.
He tried hard to put himself together, but he couldn't deny, the memory of what happened to Sofia caused him great pain that he would rather deny,
But couldn't...
He continued pacing through his memories and noticed another young woman he knew. The girl herself was nothing to sneeze at physically, but her blood is what disgusted him. He nearly gagged at the sight of her, but smiled suddenly at the realization of what he was going to do to her. He sighed with almost a sexual passion. Killing a Mudblood was like having sex, though he doubted how good Myrtle was in bed anyways.
"Hey Myrtle," asked Tom with a selling false concern, "What happened?"
The girl cried and breathed heavily for nearly half an hour, until she finally explained in an intelligible voice what had happened.
"... and then she-he-e called me... Zitface! And so i ran down here, into the girls bathroom." she finished drying her eyes with her sleeve.
"Hey, hey, don't worry about Olive, when i'm done you won't have to worry about her ever again." reassured Tom.
And it wasn't even a lie thought Voldemort, smiling from ear to ear. He knew for sure this was going to be good.
Tom stood from the bench and walked over to the sink.
"You can come out my friend, your dinner awaits." He spoke to his pet in parseltounge.
"Tom, what're you saying?" said Myrtle full of worry.
The sink opened and emerging from the piping was any mudblood and blood traitors worst nightmare personified, the Basilisk.
It met her eyes, needless to say she froze on the spot and was consumed by the snake.
Tom walked away and sighed orgasmic, he loved the sound of dying mudblood in the evening.
"Justice, sweet sweet justice." remarked Riddle with a laugh.