Why

Hey, guess what, I still don't own Harry Potter!

Summary: Why did Tom Riddle really kill all of the people he did?

I will never understand why she cares. Why does she try to love me, or anyone for that matter? Why does she have to make everything so confusing? I had a plan. Then she came. Mia Davis just had to walk right into my life and complicate everything! I had considered asking her to Hogsmead this coming weekend, but that is ridiculous. First of all, I am a Slytherine and she is a Hufflepuff. It wasn't as bad as if she had been a Gryffindor, but still not right. And Secondly, I am Tom Riddle, and Tom Riddle doesn't ask anyone to Hogsmead.

"Tom! You have to come quick!" I roll my eyes as one of the few people who think they know me rushes in.

"What now? Is someone dueling?" I ask, not really in the mood to play the part of head boy.

"No," what's-his-name says back. "It's Mia. They just found her upstairs."

"What are you talking about 'they just found her'? Since when was she missing?" I ask, suddenly concerned, though I don't know why. She's just another student, right?

"Since last night. She missed dinner and she didn't go back to her dorms last night."

"Where is she?" I ask standing and grabbing my cloak.

"Hospital Wing." He says and I practically run out of the room. Once there, I run in and find her. The nurse is standing next to her bed, but no one else is there. She was kind of like me in the fact that she was a loner.

"What happened? Will she be okay?" I ask, forgetting I'm not supposed to care. The nurse looks at me sadly.

"She was cursed. She has at best a few hours of life left. I'll give you two some privacy." The nurse says, drawing the curtain and heading for her office. I sit down next to her. I take her hand and as I do, I realize that I'm in love with her.

"Mia?" I whisper, barely audible. "Mia, hold on. Fight, you have to fight." I continue to whisper for about an hour before her face becomes suddenly pained, then she relaxes.—No, she didn't relax, I realize. She died, and for the first and last time, I cried. Sitting there, I made an oath to myself. I would hunt down who did this to her, and I would kill them. Then I would hunt down everyone who ever hurt her, and they would die too. As well as anyone who got in my way.

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~Many years later…the final battle~

Harry knelt down next to the fallen body of Lord Voldemort. It was over. It was all finally over. Suddenly, Harry noticed a piece of paper balled up in Tom's hand. He removed it and read it.

Dear Tom,

If you're not too busy this weekend, I was wondering if you would like to join me for lunch on Saturday in the Three Broomsticks. I really hope you can make it.

Yours,

Mia Davis

On the bottom in what seemed to be Voldemort's handwriting was:

February 19, 1945