A/n – I usually don't put these at the top, but this is important. This is going to be a collection of drabbles, one-shots and freeverses – basically wherever my muse and plot bunnies take me. Each chapter, as required by the Pairing Diversity Boot Camp Challenge, is a different pairing using a different prompt. All these pairings range from romantic to friendship to family and anywhere in between; again, it's wherever my muse takes me.

As I've challenged myself, these are characters I've never written before. I will add warnings to the top of each chapter, if necessary, along with the pairing and the prompt.

These are written on borrowed faith!

Pairing: Tom Riddle Jr/Voldemort – non-romantical

Prompt: forever

Tonight is the night. Tom Riddle has been awaiting this day for weeks – since the day he murdered his father earlier that June, planning it precisely. Nothing would stand in his way. He stands on the middle of his father's grave, making the change here so that his father would recognize the sovereign power he is about to obtain. Because his father deserves to see what his son becomes, what the son he left achieves.

So he writes his name in the air with his wand, staring at the letters making up each word.

Tom Marvolo Riddle.

These letters will no longer comprise his name. He is going to leave that identity behind him. Waving his wand, he rearranges the letters to form a new name, a new identity – one that will last forever.

I am Lord Voldemort.

Tom's lips twitch slightly upwards.

"Lord Voldemort," he whispers, getting the feel of the foreign name on his lips.

It is going to be the most powerful, most feared name the Wizarding World has ever heard.

"Lord Voldemort," he repeats.

It's a name that feels powerful on his lips and Tom can't help but enjoy it. This name is going to make him a monarch that will last throughout the ages, never to be forgotten.

"Lord Voldemort," he says louder.

He will invoke fear with this name. This name has become his own, leaving the idea of Tom Riddle, half-blood orphan, behind.

Tom Marvolo Riddle has officially died and, from the ashes of his life, Lord Voldemort rises.

"I AM LORD VOLDEMORT," he shouts. After the echoes of his name pass, Lord Voldemort laughs manically. He is going to be fearsome and powerful like no other person has been before and his father is the first to recognize the threat as fire rains down from his wand over the grave.

Lord Voldemort walks out of the graveyard with a twisted grin and a wicked promise.

A/n – Thanks a bunch to my beta, kci47, who helped me not only beta but with a few ideas on making it longer.

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