A/N: ok after some debating with my mind well this fic will turn out to be a three chapter fic and I think this will confuse you all even more, but I will give you the explaining at the end of the chapters mostly after the third one which will be probably the most confusing…
In the present…
A young black haired boy was on his fours int he cold Chamber hidden under the majestic castle of Hogwarts, hot tears streaming down his pale face.
"NOOOO!!" he screamed in agony, a gigantic serpent like creature watched as his master held a black diary in his left hand, the right bloody from hitting the cold stone ground. "My…Myrtle I…I'm so terribly sorry….dam you Rubeus you…you will pay for this…" he sobbed as his tears soaked the page of the black diary which held the cause for the boy's pain.
"Dear Diary,
Last Friday Rubeus Hagrid a third year Gryffindor asked me if I would like to go down with him to Hogsmade. I said yes, but was also a bit disappointed because I hoped that Tom would ask me to go with him, but he had other things in mind at that moment. It was fun with Hagrid, but I still would have liked Tom more, we are best friends since we met on the train, but since the end of the last year I think my feelings got stronger for him. I know that I sound foolish and writing this feels also strange, but…uhm…I think I'm in love with Tom Marvolo Riddle. I know he doesn't like his name and he would like to change it so I was thinking and I will tell him tomorrow that his name I an anagram and I plaid a bit with the letters and out come 'I'm Lord Voldemort' that sounds cool and I think he will like it. I need to go now to bed so night…
With love
Myrtle"
Tom hated himself, he was so angry that she went to the weekend with that good for nothing Gryffindor, he hated himself that when he heard that someone was in the bathroom where the entrance to the Chamber was he didn't look first who it was before sending the Basilisk after the person. When he saw that it was Myrtle it was already to late to stop the creature and when she fell death to the ground something in him died with her…love.
He killed the only person who truly loved him and he loved her back. His soul filled with hatred. In an attempt of desperation he used his magic to put a part of his soul in to the diary of the one he loved, the ritual was painful, but the pain ripping his soul to two dulled the pain of his loss at least for a little bit.
After the ritual he broke together panting from pain, hot tears still streaming from his eyes, but he had decided, he would change this rotten world and he would finally abounden his hated name.
"Thank you my beautiful Raven, please let my old soul rest with you in eternity then today Tom Marvolo Riddle dies with you and Lord Voldemort was born…" he whispered in to the darkness of the Chamber of Secrets…
A/N: well we all know that Tom was the couse of Myrtle's death and that he framed Hagrid for it, but what if the grounds lied much deeper...