Tom stood at the gates watching the chaos. Never could he believe he had created this. He was struck with the idea years ago to destroy the Prince that tried for his daughter's hand by casting a love spell on him and another witch. Little did he know that the witch he cast upon already had feelings for that Prince. The short period in which the Prince gave her attention caused her to believe that he truly loved her. She was jealous when he left her to attempt to be with Tom's daughter. Now that witch raged war upon him and his family.
Tom fell to his knees crying. He begged for his life to end, and that his daughter to be safe. He looked upon the chaos once more to see his daughter stab herself due to the imperious curse. He stood, casting the killing curse towards his daughters tormenter. Now he understood. He needed to creat a utopia full of non muggles, and half breeds in order to create the perfect life for his wife and daughter. He knew what he must do. He cast a memory charm that was ancient. Only if he could one day remember this event would he be able to help his daughter in her future, his future life. He saw his wife casting her spell to send every one to the future. Quickly, he cast the killing curse upon himself. Tom lay dead, as his soul raised and joined the rest. His memory cast into a pensieve, and thrust to earth to the ancient school of Hogworts. It would lay in a secret location to await his new self to awaken it.
One hundred years later, Dumbledore arrived at an orphanage. He spoke with Tom Marvolo Riddle, and carried him away to Hogwarts. He was having déjà vu every step he took. He eventually took it up with Dumbledore. "Professor. I know the term will begin soon, but I am having an odd feeling recently. I keep feeling that I have been here before. That I have forgotten something. I keep having these dreams about a small child with blonde hair in the most ridiculous style. I really haven't got a clue as to who she might be." Dumbledore peered at him with his half moon spectacles. His silver hair falling a few strands from his extra low ponytail. "Maybe tom," His horse voice began, "The question can be found in the library. I am not the divination teacher, and I certainly do not understand all that there is to dreams. The library has a full history on such. There is a restrictive portion of the library that I will allow you to go to and when you find your answer, I hope you will bring it to my attention. I am curious though. Did she have blue eyes?" Tom looked at his professor. "Yes sir. The bluest. Her hair had shades of silver, and her hair looked like they were meatballs and spaghetti." Laughing, Dumbledore said "Tom, look up the moon kingdom. I dare say you might find your answers. Some believe they were reborn. You might be a reincarnation of one of the people who lived there. Good luck."
Tom went straight to work looking for his answers. Along the way, he saw a history on the Chamber of secrets. He then used half of his spare time looking up about the chamber and the other half on the moon kingdom.
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Please let me know what you think! This will be a slash to Mamaru as well as a few scouts.
