Disclaimer: I don't own the HP characters.
Note: Have you ever thought that Voldemort becoming so evil was his father's fault? I mean maybe if Voldemort grew up in a happy family he wouldn't have become what he is now, so that's why I'm gonna have some fun writing about how he murdered his dad and his family.
Reminder: Tom. M = Voldemort
Tom = the muggle
Tom M. smiled, his cruel smile, when he saw the house. He had apparated to the right place, but of course that was no surprise because of Tom M.'s great talent and brilliance in magic. No, he didn't smile because of his success; he smiled because he was about to get revenge from the person he hated more than any other. His foolish muggle father.
Slowly Tom M. began to make his way to the front door, his dark blue eyes reflecting his long lasting hunger. With a wave of his wand he unlocked the door, but then decided that he would rather apprate for his first appearance.
* * *
Tom (Voldy's father), his father and mother sat down around the dining table, all dressed in their expensive dining clothes. There was nothing odd about this evening, that is until a teenage boy with dark hair appeared out of thin air. Tom was so shocked that he dropped his wine glass, and the boy smiled, it was probably the coldest smile Tom had ever seen.
The sudden appearance of the boy took Tom to a part of his memory, a part that he had ignored for years. The one that involved a woman, a very beautiful woman with long golden brown hair and smooth and creamy skin. No, he thought, I promised my parents that I would never think of her ever again.
"So long have I been waiting for this day," said the boy even colder.
"Who are? I demand that you get off my property right now, or I will make sure you'll get behind bars for a very long time," Tom's father seemed to have gotten over his shock quickly.
"So long have I dreamed of today," the boy ignored him.
Tom couldn't help but think that the boy looked a lot like himself and for a second he thought his parents had kept a secret about having another child, but dismissed the thought as soon as the boy's eyes met his.
His eyes were so familiar; Tom could almost see a woman's face with the same ones. No, I can't think of her, Tom reminded himself, but he was too powerless to stop the memories from flooding his mind. He could almost feel her smooth hair brushing his face gently, and taste her sweet red lips. He remembered the first time they made love as if it was just yesterday, too bad it was the day he had left her.
Tom at the time blamed her for the break up, she had lied to him about herself and it was not his fault if he didn't trust or want to stay with her after that. Yet now he was not so sure as he gazed back at the boy.
"Finally now I will get my mother's revenge. Did you actually think you wouldn't one day pay for what you did to her?"
"Who the heck are you?" Marvolo's face had gone purple from rage.
The boy just laughed, a laugh that send chills down Tom's spine. He took out a piece of wood, and began tracing words in the air. When they were complete, Tom's mother let out a quiet scream, and his father went pale. Pictures of the golden haired woman passed in front of Tom's eyes as he stared at the traced words that read "TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE".
"Surprised? Didn't think the child you left behind would try to get revenge?" the boy sneered.
"You're…you're my son," Tom stammered.
"And your assassin," the boy said his eyes sparkling with hunger, "I've waited so long for this day you see. The day to destroy the man that left my mother to die, just after giving me birth and a name. Because of what you did I had to grow up in a muggle orphanage, and you will pay for that."
To be continued…
Note: Have you ever thought that Voldemort becoming so evil was his father's fault? I mean maybe if Voldemort grew up in a happy family he wouldn't have become what he is now, so that's why I'm gonna have some fun writing about how he murdered his dad and his family.
Reminder: Tom. M = Voldemort
Tom = the muggle
Tom M. smiled, his cruel smile, when he saw the house. He had apparated to the right place, but of course that was no surprise because of Tom M.'s great talent and brilliance in magic. No, he didn't smile because of his success; he smiled because he was about to get revenge from the person he hated more than any other. His foolish muggle father.
Slowly Tom M. began to make his way to the front door, his dark blue eyes reflecting his long lasting hunger. With a wave of his wand he unlocked the door, but then decided that he would rather apprate for his first appearance.
* * *
Tom (Voldy's father), his father and mother sat down around the dining table, all dressed in their expensive dining clothes. There was nothing odd about this evening, that is until a teenage boy with dark hair appeared out of thin air. Tom was so shocked that he dropped his wine glass, and the boy smiled, it was probably the coldest smile Tom had ever seen.
The sudden appearance of the boy took Tom to a part of his memory, a part that he had ignored for years. The one that involved a woman, a very beautiful woman with long golden brown hair and smooth and creamy skin. No, he thought, I promised my parents that I would never think of her ever again.
"So long have I been waiting for this day," said the boy even colder.
"Who are? I demand that you get off my property right now, or I will make sure you'll get behind bars for a very long time," Tom's father seemed to have gotten over his shock quickly.
"So long have I dreamed of today," the boy ignored him.
Tom couldn't help but think that the boy looked a lot like himself and for a second he thought his parents had kept a secret about having another child, but dismissed the thought as soon as the boy's eyes met his.
His eyes were so familiar; Tom could almost see a woman's face with the same ones. No, I can't think of her, Tom reminded himself, but he was too powerless to stop the memories from flooding his mind. He could almost feel her smooth hair brushing his face gently, and taste her sweet red lips. He remembered the first time they made love as if it was just yesterday, too bad it was the day he had left her.
Tom at the time blamed her for the break up, she had lied to him about herself and it was not his fault if he didn't trust or want to stay with her after that. Yet now he was not so sure as he gazed back at the boy.
"Finally now I will get my mother's revenge. Did you actually think you wouldn't one day pay for what you did to her?"
"Who the heck are you?" Marvolo's face had gone purple from rage.
The boy just laughed, a laugh that send chills down Tom's spine. He took out a piece of wood, and began tracing words in the air. When they were complete, Tom's mother let out a quiet scream, and his father went pale. Pictures of the golden haired woman passed in front of Tom's eyes as he stared at the traced words that read "TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE".
"Surprised? Didn't think the child you left behind would try to get revenge?" the boy sneered.
"You're…you're my son," Tom stammered.
"And your assassin," the boy said his eyes sparkling with hunger, "I've waited so long for this day you see. The day to destroy the man that left my mother to die, just after giving me birth and a name. Because of what you did I had to grow up in a muggle orphanage, and you will pay for that."
To be continued…