PROLOGUE
"It is all for the greater good." Gellert told himself. The muggles may be worthless but they were dangerous. For the greater good he must either destroy them or subjugate them. He knew he could not destroy all of them, even as powerful as he was. And they were too many to easily subjugate. The answer came to him easily enough: Have one of their own destroy the majority and rule the rest.This was not an evil thing. He was just acting for the greater good of his people.
...GVE...
"They will pay for this" Tom Riddle thought to himself as he watched the professor disappear into thin air. The filthy muggles would pay dearly for hurting him when he was not strong enough. And the stupid purebloods would pay for not guarding one of their own. He was not evil. He was but a teacher, and he would teach the world to not ignore him; to not kick him or anyone else when they were down. He would show them all.
...GVE...
Albus stared down at the boy in front of him. He was filling in for Headmaster Dipper for a while. He had never trusted the boy. Who knew what trouble he would get into if he stayed in Hogwarts. He ignored the voice telling him that the boy had been a perfect student the whole year. Besides , no student had stayed in Hogwarts for the summer before. The child should go back to the orphanage. It would teach him some humility anyways. "No, Tom" he said to him and ignored the look of hopelessness and heartbreak that passed the boys face before he got his Slytherin Mask back on his face.
...GVE...
Lord Voldemort looked down at the baby. He was watching him closely. As though he were some puzzle he could not figure out. How had he come to this. How had he stooped so low that he would murder a baby. He was once in such a position. A place where he could not defend himself. And now he was about to kick the equivalent of a defenseless puppy. Just because of a Prophecy. The child had intelligent eyes. Voldemort sighed. He could not allow thus child to destroy all that he had worked for. It was too bad that by creating so many soul containers he did not have a little voice telling him that he had himself destroyed all that he had wanted to work for. He pointed his wand at the child's forehead. At least he would make it painless and quick. "Avada Kedavra".
...GVE...
Albus stood in front of the insignificant house. He knew that the child in the basket would never be happy here. But he could not possibly allow him to grow up pampered and spoiled. He needed a hero and a martyr not a snobbish pigheaded bully. This was not an evil thing to do. For surely the happiness of one child could be sacrificed for the good of everyone else. Even though he had no horcruxes, there was no little voice to tell him that what he had done was not his decision to make. So he left the child on the doorstep with a million warming and comfort charms.
...GVE...
"Get out and start breakfast, boy" Petunia screamed at the cupboard under the stairs. She knew that no six year old should be cooking but it was up to her to let the little freak know that he was not like the rest of the normal people. She was not evil at all. She would never raise her hand intentionally against any child. But she had to let this freak know his place. She must show her Duddums that he was special. The freak should be grateful that he had a place to sleep, clothes, and food to eat. Petunia was just doing what was right.
...GVE...
At six years old, Harry thought that he was a freak and there was no good in the world for people like him. But he was an intelligent child so by eight he knew that there was no good or bad. Everything was a matter of opinion. He knew that intentionally spitting or putting dead insects in food he prepared for his 'family'(he used that word with extreme hesitance and unwillingness) was revenge in the pettiest form. But that did not stop him. He reckoned he just couldn't outright murder them for almost indoctrinating the belief that he was worthless into him. (He knew his worth, thank you very much.) No, he would start small and build up to the grand finale. He could almost imagine what he could have grown up to become of he had not questioned everything that happened around him, to him and especially in his dreams. Now if only he could figure out why exactly they lied about his parents deaths or called him a freak. He knew they were connected somebow. And he would find out. But for now he would focus on becoming strong and preparing for the day they would realize just how much of a freak he was. And he would let the whole world see the innocent, hurt and needy child he was. No need to clue them on at all.
A/N: I wanted to make this a one shot but the idea expanded in my head while I was writing it so it may become a full story. I hope you enjoyed it.