Chapter 1
At 9 years old, Tom was old enough to understand that he was an orphan. He had never met his mother; Mrs. Cole said she was dead. His father never came around. Nobody ever claimed him, so he was stuck with the dreadful drunk, Mrs. Cole, and her group of powerless orphans.
"Why do you hate your name so much, Tom?" Mindy asked. She was a short girl, just a year younger then Tom. She had started following Tom around when she was six. Claiming she was in love.
"Because, Mindy," his voice was like venom when he said her name, "it is so ordinary, so boring, so… powerless. It's so unlike me."
They were walking up to a cave on one of their yearly trips to the countryside. Tom loved these trips because of the freedom it gave him.
"But Tom is such a pretty name. What would you change it to, if you could?" Mindy's high-pitched voice was starting to give Tom a headache.
Bloody hell! Will she ever leave me alone?
After thinking for a moment, Tom's eyes lit up.
"If it were up to me," Tom told her, "my name would be memorable…powerful. I would be called…Lord Voldemort."
A smile tugged at the edge of his mouth when he saw a shiver run down Mindy's spine. The sound of his new name was frightening to her. It pleased him very much. He was an odd boy, always pleased by things that should scare him. He laughed at things that others cried at. He played with evil as if it were a long lost friend.
"Yes, I would be called Lord Voldemort, and everybody would respect and fear me." Tom continued. "I would be a Dark Lord, powerful and strong with loads of followers." Tom was in his own world now, his eyes glazed over.
He was picturing himself, older and stronger. He was talking to snakes and wearing a long black cloak. In his hand, was a big twig. Or so he thought. It seemed to draw power from the surrounding graveyard. He was standing in the middle of a group of people, all worshiping the ground he walked on.
He sighed when he floated back to reality at the sound of Mindy's voice.
His dream was so real. It was almost like he was looking into the future. If only he knew…
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