New Blood: Return of Tom Riddle
Epilogue
Author's Note: Only a few more days to the new school year (sighs). Thank you all who reviewed, and this epilogue shall lead on to the sequel, New Blood: Riddle's Dark Deeds. To all Tom Riddle fans (myself included), I wish I could spoil you people! The ending of RDD will have a small twist, and hopefully I won't get murdered for that. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this story. After this story, I am starting on another one altogether – the sequel will come later than that.
Tom Riddle treaded the path leading into the Malfoy Manor. He smirked at the thought of seeing Scorpius again, right before their seventh year started. The fear would overwhelm the young man indeed. He believed Scorpius would have remembered him - out of fear than out of loyalty, and decided that a new ally would not hurt at all. It was only going to be a day before Voldemort's soul returned to him, and Tom would not let the Dark Lord look down upon him. He would not want to be called 'helpless' or 'useless' again.
He knocked on the large doors of the Malfoy Manor and waited patiently. He was certain Scorpius Malfoy would still recognize him – if not, the young man had chosen not to think about Tom out of fear. Over the last few years, Tom had made a reputation for himself. Everyone in Hogwarts had looked to him as the most brilliant student in Hogwarts – he had topped his OWLs easily, and was heading for his NEWTs next year. Tom could only feel proud of himself – and he had even gained a few admirers.
But Tom was not one to brag about his handsome looks – he had more important things to do than to fall in love. He had a job Voldemort had failed to finish, and he would do it all for his mother's wrongful death.
The door swung open and Tom was greeted by Scorpius Malfoy's father, Draco Malfoy.
"Good evening sir," greeted Tom politely. "I trust you remember me?"
Malfoy looked skeptical.
"I believe I haven't, young man. Are you a friend of Scorpius'? What are you doing at this time of night here?" asked Malfoy, his eyes scanning Tom. It was strange to see Scorpius' friend visiting him at night, almost near to midnight.
"Yes," Tom replied. "And I am a friend of yours as well. I just wanted to visit you both."
This time, Malfoy seemed dumbfounded.
"My friend?" he murmured. "Who are you?"
"Tom Riddle," he said, bowing, "Otherwise known as Voldemort. Do you remember me now, Malfoy?"
To Tom's anger, Malfoy laughed bitterly. "Voldemort's dead, Tom. Whoever you are, I believe you must still assume he's alive?" Tom merely smiled. He would understand soon.
Five minutes passed. Tom could hear the grandfather clock in the manor strike twelve midnight. He felt a familiar force entering his body, and knew that it was Voldemort who had returned. Right on time, he mused.
"I am Voldemort," Tom hissed, "whether you like it or not, Draco."
Malfoy almost tripped as he stumbled backwards in fear. Tom's voice had changed completely into that of Voldemort's – the same, eerie, high and chilling voice he had heard almost everyday twenty years ago.
"What are you playing at?" he asked, evidently frightened. Tom continued, in Voldemort's voice, "I am here to reclaim my surviving servant, Malfoy. Or are you defying my orders again?"
Before Malfoy could speak, Tom spoke again, but this time, he spoke with his own voice that belonged to a sixteen year old.
"Can I come in?" he asked, smiling.
To be continued…