The Darkest
Rated T
One-shot
By the-gothic-furby
Ever since he was young, he wanted to be respected. His life was like a routine, simple as the sun rose and fell, and he was sick of it. His only skill was his massive intellect. One skill that would take him far. He brewed many potions, wrote notes in an original script in his notebook, created spells and enchantments that would make even Merlin raise his eyebrows. Every single one he created, the magic grew inside of him, and he loved it. The evil magic was welling up inside of him and helping him create such spells, evil spells.
His first real success, a spell that reincarnated you with all your memories was put with a star next to it in his notebook. His second success, a spell for resurrecting one's self with bone, blood, and flesh, made him laugh out loud. His third success, a cloning spell. This one was absolute evil, and he loved it. It duplicated one so exquisitely, so carefully, so exactly so that it would do exactly as you would do, no worse, no better. It was an amazing feeling to be duplicated, exactly as he was in his youth (as you could pick the age of duplication).
Armed with his three major spells, he set on becoming respected. First, he defeated an evil wizard…a wizard so powerful he had killed hundreds of people. His first impression was that that wizard needed respect as well. But he wanted it more, he told himself. So he killed, and it felt so great. Releasing. Exhilarating. Freeing. He felt better than he ever had before. Stabbing the body of the wizard one last vicious time, he set to work.
He cloned himself once, at a baby, cast a memory spell on a young woman, made her think it was her baby. He left the baby with her, then killed her at an orphanage, and disposed of the memories of the attendant who now thought she had been present to help the woman stumble in with her baby before dying. He would now be raised in the orphanage, his master plan was working. He killed the "most powerful wizard alive" and his name would live on.
The baby grew up, attended its maker's school, became evil. Did horrible things. The killing was, again, exhilarating. It felt great to go and murder, and murder, and murder once again. It was a drug, an addiction. He modified himself. Improved himself. Cloned himself once more, charmed the hair and eyes to look like the fake parents once again. After one year, he killed the parents. He killed his original person, one last stab of power, and threw "Albus" off the tower. He was no longer "Albus" he was "Voldemort". He killed the "most powerful wizard alive" and his name would live on.
Voldemort moved on…he did dark things. He murdered more, their lives making his items of evil power, his "horcruxes". He let his new clone "hunt" for them with his "friends" his clone murdered them, then murdered it's second clone. He was no longer "Voldemort" he was "Harry Potter" he had killed "the most powerful wizard alive" and his name would live on.
AN: that was the product of an evil challenge my friend gave me. It was to write a "massively AU 500 word one-shot" so I did, here it is, it's bad but at least I did the challenge. If anyone wants to continue the challenge, put the name of the story in your review and ill check it out and leave a review. It should be around 500 words, give about 30-1000 if you want. I shall see it. It will be fun. Who knows, if I get enough reviews on this story, I might take it down and turn it into an epic adventure with a twist ending ;) it'll be fun.
-Furby