September 1st. The first day of yet another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Yes…another, my third actually.

It was my brother's idea to keep going back. Though repeating seven more years of schooling for the third time wasn't my idea of fun…I understood. He needed someone on the inside. Someone who could keep him updated on what was being said about 'He Who Must Not Be Named'. I was the only one magically strong enough to do it. Changing my looks, voice, age…and having to age properly over that time frame…was hard.

It was also my job to recruit. Death Eaters were in short supply, and it only made sense that I would do recon, after all…I was the first.

My name is Malicious Riddle…and my brother is Lord Voldemort.