This story may be offensive to some of you. I'm sorry. I just had to write it.

This idea has been with me for some time. It feels like it's been a year. It will be going against what J.K. wrote. Think of it as an alternate universe, sort of. Spoiler alert! It takes place at the end of Deathly Hallows.

Character: Tom Riddle (not Voldemort!)

Summary: Lord Voldemort is no longer just Voldemort, he's Tom Riddle too. He has multiple personalities. Harry finally finishes off Voldemort, but unfortunately it kills Tom riddle too. Just as he dies, somebody shows up. Who?

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

"Avada Kedavra!" Lord Voldemort made his final attempt to kill the boy who had ruined all his plans.

"EXPELLIARMUS!" Harry Potter struck back.

Everything seems to go in slow motion after that, the forbidden curse shining green as it creeps through the air towards its caster. No one dares breath a word until…

Crack!

All eyes turn to the sight of a woman holding a child; she has just apparated here.

Time seems to go even slower. The murmurs of the crowd seems distant, drown out by the intense beating of four hearts.

The woman is blond, regal looking. The child is crowned in jet-black hair, with the aura of a prince.

He stares out at the crowd in silent confusion. He is being held by his mother. He is looking over her shoulder, the opposite direction she is facing.

Her shout is drown out, like a dying cry from deep underwater.

"Tom!"

Voldemort's mouth opens, his eyes turning form a terrifying red to a piercing gray. He is Tom Riddle again.

The child in her arms twists to look, silver eyes of his own searching the scene before him. "Daddy?" He asks, his voice small and puzzled. He has never seen the snake lie man before, but he recognizes the name.

Tom opens his mouth wider to speak. He form the beginnings of a sound before the green light of the curse consumes him. "Lo…" The word dies on his lips.

Times speeds back up again, racing to match the beating of now only three hearts.

Tom Riddle falls to the ground. His body convulses as he begins to transform. The enchantments are broken and slowly, the waxy sin is replaced by pale, untouched flesh. The fingers become shorter and less spider like. A real rose arises from the face, taking the place of snake like slits. Hair begins to take form and the bald head is now topped with black curls, combing themselves into a neat pile.

Dead eyes stare up at the blond woman. She feels as though she can no longer breath. The child in her arms speaks again. "Daddy?!" This time his voice is louder, frightened.

He tugs on his mother's cloak. She reacts like a zombie, letting him down and falling to the ground weeping.

A collective gasp comes from the spectators in the Great Hall, even Harry finds himself letting out a breath, mouth agape.

Letting the boy down has unmasked her swollen stomach, she is pregnant.

The boy runs toward his fallen father, stumbling slightly as he reaches him. He too is weeping as he hugs the form of the man. "Daddy!" He keeps shouting between occasional 'no's' and wails.

Extra aurors come running though the crowd. They move to seize the woman and child before realizing what they are.

Tom Riddle's family.

This didn't turn out really how I wanted it. Whatever.

I'm posting anyway. Read and Review.