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Chapter 9 – Can Hate turn into Love?
Hogwarts. September 15th. Sunday, walking through the castle
Tom Riddle POV. Seventh Year.
Agnes Dumbledore... The nerve! As if one could carefully select one's House, to one's preference... I hated her on the spot.
If I too had been a Dumbledore, everything would have been easier. I never would have had to fight, to pretend so hard as to find my own place in this blasted school. Stupid school which is the closest place I could call home, full of - thank Merlin - easily beguiled fools. Apart from silly old coot Dumbledore.
She has bested me in every class and then some, she dared to take my place as the prized student of every teacher! What does she have that I don't? After six years of hard work, this is what I get? No, being Head Boy is not nearly enough.
Some day I will rule over all of them, Headmaster, Professors, Ministry, witches and wizards alike, and the Dumbledores who stand in my way will be the first to pay. Lovesick fools, what they see in love is something I shan't ever understand. I? I want to live forever, never to die. She will grow old and fat from each devil spawn she births into this world. The thought of seeing her marry some fop and having his offspring sickens me. Brilliant, beautiful, caring women like her always end up with idiots who don't treasure them. Not that I care in the least, the very idea is preposterous!
But oh! How I would love to have her by my feet, corrupt and force my darkness on her, to have her whimper my name and beg me to stop! I'd show her…
Is someone singing?
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