Spooky chapter this time! It's time for Voldemort to return and shake things up. Read and Review to let me know what you think of it.
Tom Marvolo Riddle was born in the middle of the day. December 31st, at 12:03 pm in the year 1926. Unlike many babies Tom's birth was not celebrated by anyone. No mother wished to hold him and no father felt proud of him. In fact it was just a few months after his birth that Tom was left all alone. His mother passing on from a broken heart and his father having forsaken him long before his birth.
Tom was taken and dropped off at an orphanage. Life was cruel and he learnt at a very early age to kill or be killed. The little boy had a vindictive streak a mile wide and it seemed that unlike the rest of his fellow borders in the dingy little orphanage he could make things happen. Snakes told him their secrets and he could levitate things with his mind. He used these abilities to scare and torment other children. They deserved to be as miserable as he was after all. He had no one to love or care for him. Unlike these children who had known love Tom had never know that. So he hurt them like the world had hurt him.
He was born and he grew up during the slightly peaceful interim of the two world wars. At the age of 11 Tom had discovered that his strange abilities came from his mother and there were many others like him. Tom looked for acceptance in the magical world at first. Yet he could not find it.
No one was his equal, he was powerful, more powerful than any of his peers. He was too smart and all of his peers had loving families. No one wanted to get to know the angry orphan Tom. At first he told himself it did not bother him but in his first year when whispers of about the 'creepy boy Tom' arose he realized that he couldn't make enemies of everyone. Until he knew all that magic had to offer they were just as dangerous as he.
So he made friends with every single person he could. He was manipulative and charming. He realized that this was the only way to get acceptance. To be the monarch. He was 13 when World War 2 started and unlike many children followed the actions of Hitler and Mussolini with unhidden interest. World War 2 ended when he was 19, he did not care who won truly in the muggle war but he did care about the tactics used.
Only a few years later, Tom Riddle an angry boy with a vindictive streak and an unhealthy interest in the dark arts became something much worse. The transformation took years and only truly started when he was 17, the first time he took a life. However when he was 22 Tom Riddle died an ignoble death and in his place emerged Lord Voldemort. Tom Riddle knew he was powerful enough to escape death and he wanted everyone to know it.
He did many dark things in his lifetime. He murdered tortured and raped anyone he felt the desire to. He branded wizards making them his slaves. Worst of all is that he used these evil acts to split his own soul. At the age of 53 he had been causing fear and death in Europe for 31 years. He was powerful, he was feared and best of all he was immortal. That was until a scrawny new follower told him of a prophecy.
The one to defeat him was to be born soon. Tom Riddle was not a stupid man. No he knew that he must remove this threat from existence before it could grow into adulthood and even come close to competing with him for power. So he identified the child and he attacked. At the age of 54 he broke into the Potter home. He killed the despicable Auror who had escaped his clutches three times before and walked up the stairs.
On that Halloween night just two months before his birthday he killed a weak insignificant girl who defied him three times and then raised his wand to remove his greatest threat. Except it didn't work. The boy protected by a mother's love something Tom Riddle had never possessed repelled him and his killing magic. His soul already in shreds split once more and he fled. The boy, a mere infant had defeated him. His body had been destroyed in the aftermath and the wizarding world rejoiced the defeat of evil.
Except he wasn't gone. Wounded, yes. Without a body? Oh yes. But was he weak? No, he was going to return to his body and when he did he was going to make that little infant pay. At the age of 65 he was ready, very ready to hunt down that little boy. He had been stewing for 11 years on revenge. He was also ready to hunt down another little boy. A Parselmouth like himself, powerful and regal. The boy would bend to his will and follow in his footsteps.
His rise to resurrection began easily with the possession of a young muggleborn wizard. The wizard had just graduated from Durmstrang and he was trying to prove himself. Voldemort found the young boy and twisted his mind and took control. He learned of the state of the world, about the curing of werewolves and the disappearance of his one true enemy. He used the weak minded wizard to gather the things he needed to return to his body.
So that Halloween 11 years after his first defeat Lord Voldemort rose again. It required the blood of an enemy, not hard to take, the flesh of a servant and the bones of his father. He took the flesh of a young impressionable wizard he had possessed and the blood of the auror he killed. The bones of his father were easily stolen and added into the cauldron. When he emerged it wasn't to great fanfare but Lord Voldemort hardly cared.
The fanfare would come later, the young wizard's name was Borris Eddings, a mudblood who's will and mind was so weak that he made the perfect lapdog. His first act as a newly reborn Dark Lord was to kill the little wizard. The boy was weak and his blood unclean. He did not deserve power or even to live.
At the age of 55 Lord Voldemort alone in a grave yard began to plan. He was going to hunt down the half-blood who dared to defy him and he was going to acquire an apprentice. The first thing he needed to do was call his servants to see who was still loyal. Voldemort took the wand of Borris, he did not have his own yet, and he called them. He only wondered who would answer.
He was rewarded when in thirty minutes the graveyard was full of cowering wizards. There were many missing, no doubt they were in Azkaban but that was hardly a problem. He could storm the gates of that place at any time. He looked around at his servants and began his speech. He made them fear for their very lives, that was what he did best. Even the bravest among them cowered. He cast torture curses and dominated them. Then he sent them away bleeding and weak.
They would return and when they did they would be prepared to dominate the wizarding world once more. Tom Riddle had died and become Lord Voldemort and he had once more escaped death. He would never die and the one boy who had the ability to defeat him would never live to see his thirteenth year.