DISCLAIMER: I do not own any recognizable characters, places, or situations. If I owned Tom Riddle do you really think I'd be writing? The plot, Aidara, and all other original characters are mine. This story will get pretty graphic at times. I'll warn you when it does. Flames will be doused with witty remarks and dry laughter.
Long, skeletal fingers snaked over a dark wand as a battle raged on outside. Lord Voldemort picked his wand up and looked at it, quite confident that the spell that failed him many years ago would work. Yes, this was the final battle. Lord Voldemort, the most powerful wizard of all time, would finally fulfill the prophecy and kill the Chosen One, Harry Potter. He waited ages for this and the moment was nearly here.
As he prepared, the Dark Lord found himself thinking about the past years, something that he did unconsciously from time to time. The thoughts pushed themselves into his distorted mind, very unwelcome and belonging to a person that he left behind ages ago. He learned to let them come. These days they were mostly flashes of memories that left as suddenly as they came.
Voldemort closed his slit like red eyes and let the memories come. He remembered when he began showing signs of magic at the orphanage as a boy. He remembered learning he could talk to snakes. He remembered Dumbledore informing him that he was a wizard. He remembered that year when he opened the chamber of secrets, and he remembered Aidara.
Lord Voldemort opened his eyes with a start, breathing heavily. He hadn't thought of much Aidara in years, yet she was always lingering in the back of his mind. She was long gone, as much of a memory as was the person he'd been when they met. It was back in his 6th year at Hogwarts, back when he was Tom Riddle.
The world thought that Voldemort was incapable of feeling love, but that wasn't so. He's just always refused to. There was an exception to that though, back in his sixth year, and her image was currently haunting him. Up until now, he always pushed the fiery redhead from his mind whenever her image flashed before him. This time, however, he allowed her to stay. He let the memories of his 6th year play before him one last time, before the world as anyone knew it changed forever.
The Dark Lord willed the vision to materialize in his mind, taking himself back to the first day of his sixth year. The room around him faded as he closed his eyes, replacing itself with an image of a cloudy evening as the carriages made their way to Hogwarts…
A/N: This is just an introduction. I know it's short. I'm writing the first chapter right now (literally) and it should be up soon. The idea for this formed after a Tom Riddle dream I had a few nights ago. I'm in need of a beta reader. If you're interested, e-mail me at or You can also IM me at poisonedhoney XO.
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