September 4, 1995,
Hello to anyone who might be reading this, except if it is my enemies then whatever. My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. I know, not a name you would expect a girl to have. But I named so by mother just before she died when she was left pregnant with me after her husband (my father unfortunately) left her for, I presume, being a witch. That is why I HATE muggles. (well not the only reason but let's just go with that). My father…the no good, filthy, dirt-veined, mugg—. No. You know what. Forget it. Why should I be upset about the past? Why would anyone want to listen to MY story? They all want the Boy Who Lived. Potter is so brave, they say, and sooooo loved. *barf* He is no where near as powerful as I am. It was pure luck, and chance, that he had somehow managed to escape me while I was destroyed. Speaking of, you might be wondering why I look like I'm 11 years old again. Well let's just say that the rebirth potion (of my own invention of course) worked a little too well. Anyway, I'm not really complaining, besides being young like this does give me some advantages. Or at least it would have if it wasn't for two red-haired (twins?) wizards. I decided to go to Diagon Ally to spy on Harry before the start of his fifth year, to see how he was responding to the news of my return (luckily only a few really believe him, this will make things soooo much easier for me to isolate him from everyone he loves so I get him alone). Anyway, I just started heading out of the bookshop when I sensed that someone was following me (maybe because I came and went a little too quickly as NOT to draw some attention). I decided to just keep walking faster, and maybe I can lose them for just enough time as to apparate away from there. But just when I think that I find the spot, one of them appears directly in front of me, catching me a little off guard. As I fumble for wand, the other comes up behind me and casts a body-bind spell. I can't move. "Riddle." one of them says. The other just smiles down at me, as I lay motionless on the ground. And that's when everything turns to black, and I lose consciousness.
T. M. Riddle
P.S.: you may be keeping me prisoner, but I will never join you. As far as I am concerned you can all just die. You don't deserve a place in the new world. In MY world. If you don't join me then you are my enemy.
P.P.S. (added later): You can call me Tomi if you want.
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December 30, 1995,
It looks as if I am being kept at their secret hideout, the Black family house. It's not a bad place to hide out, especially from us. I don't think that we would have ever guessed. Probably. After all, the Black family is one of my greatest allies. But, anyway, I don't have any of them here with me now. I AM ALL ALONE. It doesn't matter. I can take out any of them if I so desired. I think I'll just sit and wait and see how things play out. I know how to play the game. They can't know what I am truly capable of.
T. M. Riddle
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July 31, 1996,
First off, happy birthday Potter. Surely you don't have many of those left. Heh hehe. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I don't know what is happening to me. I'm going crazy, or something. Perhaps I can just relate some events here to try and make sense of some things. Ok, so, the locket. Salazar Slytherin's locket. It was suppose to be a family heirloom, that I secretly made into a horcrux (I'm not going into in detail with that here). Anyway, it was here in the house. HOW? How did it end up here? I secured it at a safe location far from here. I had tried to get it back without explicitly stating why I wanted it. They would be really suspicious. Luckily, though, that house elf that works here was going around trying to save everything that "belonged" to his master's house. While everyone was asleep, I quietly snuck down to the kitchens, and found the elf sorting through all that he had managed to save. And the locket was there! He managed to snag it! I cleared my throat, and he turned around to face me. He looked directly into my eyes, and he must have saw something there, for something like recognition quickly flit across his face. "I believe you have something of mine." I say, a little quietly so as not to wake the inhabitants in the house. He just looks at me, and turns back to his collection. "The locket." I say, one more time, pointing to it in the pile. He picks it up, and turns back to me. "This? This is master Regulus's." Regulus Black. So it was him. "It was stolen from me. You see the 'S'? It stands for Slytherin. As in Salazar Slytherin. MY ancestor." I tell the poor creature before me. He doesn't seem willing to give it up. No matter how hard I try to convince him. Unfortunately, I don't have my wand on me. They took it when they put me here. No matter, that doesn't mean that I am not still capable of using magic. I flick my wrist, and the creature is sent into a faint. I move quickly to grab the locket and hurry back up to my room. Only once I reach the room, I find HIM standing there in the entrance. "Where do you think you were going? You can't escape here. And besides we still have your wand." He tells me, as he reaches into the pockets of his robes, pulling out my wand. "I wasn't trying to escape this time. Honestly." I spit back at him. "Now give me back my wand!" His lips curl into a smile. "Of course you weren't trying to escape. Why would we believe otherwise? Oh, right, you're Voldemort." He says it with a little bit of venom in his voice. I just stand there silently, my eyes looking down, and my hand clenching the locket so hard it's making my knuckles turn white. I don't look up but start walking, pushing my way past him into the room. He follows. "What are you doing?" He asks. "Going to bed." I reply. "You're not even trying to resist our capture of you or anything! You just letting things happen as they do. I'm curious as to what you're planning?" He accidently lets slip out. This catches my attention very briefly. Maybe you are smarter than I give you credit for, but I'm still not going to admit it. "I just don't feel like fighting you all the time. As much as want to see your downfall, I hate failure more." I decide to tell him the truth, sort of. He starts to leave, but not before saying, "I just don't want to get played the fool. I know you're planning something. You always are. I will not be fooled by 'your transformation.' You might think that others will buy into your games but not me. You hurt too many of the people that I love. For that I will never forgive you, nor forget what you did. Oh, and by the way, I know that you have the locket from the case in your hand." He turns and walks out of the room. Thank you for those words, Potter. I will NEVER forgive nor forget either.
T. M. Riddle
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A/N: So this is my first ever attempt at writing a fanfic. I hope you enjoyed it (even if it was really bad), or at the very least that you enjoyed the concept. I was kind of inspired by T3t's "Thunderstorm," so I also wanted to take up the fem!Riddle trope. I would greatly appreciate some comments telling me what I did good in this piece and what things I should avoid when writing fan fictions in the future. Thanks for reading my fanfic!