Title: Bittersweet Misery
Author: krimzon (krimzon_burns@hotmail.com)
Rating: Pg-13
Characters: Harry Potter, Voldemort, Tom Riddle
Beta: No
Disclaimer, look at chapter 1 to find disclaimer, I'm tired of repeating myself.
A/N: I decided to continue this strange tale, so this is Tom's beginning. Later, I might add more, because this is just the first part of his tale, there will be one more or maybe two more chapters concerning Riddle. Then I might add a part where everything happened, the final battle between Harry and Voldemort, I dunno.
I'm looking for a beta reader, for this story, so if anyone would like to take the job, just e-mail me, or leave a message in the reviews of this story-thankz
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Part 1-Tom Riddle's Beginning- His Story
I can't remember if it was tomorrow that was yesterday, or a today that hasn't happened. I'm confused and no one has the answers.
I suppose I should start at the beginning, after all, it is the only way one can start.
All I remember was being taken, not kidnapped, but taken, my innocence stolen, or what was left of it.
It all started when I found out I could speak to snakes. And that they could understand me, and myself them. Now, being a wizard, I knew that many strange things could happen to someone, but being muggle born, and muggle raised, my experience was completely different from what it could've been. I was an unknown, so I didn't tell anyone. There was no one to tell anyway. The houses were against each other, and I was confused as to why. So I hated them all, because no one else would be my friend, because no one else understood.
I spent a lot of time in the library, researching things not meant for someone of my age. Doing things that were frowned upon. That were wrong. But I would show them, the pain that they had caused me and I would make them feel it.
Not long after I came to Hogwarts, I found out that there was a chamber of secrets, now being the curious cat that I was, I couldn't help myself, I had to know, everything.
One night, I snuck out of the common room, and went off to find the damned chamber. Earlier that day, I had found a really old book, in the back of the library, and I do mean really old. The author was unknown, the cover worn away by years, and dust. But I could still see the faint initials, S.S. I didn't know what that meant, but then such details, never really matter. Or so I thought.
The book spoke of the unspeakable, of evil beneath these walls, of death in spoken words, and the sight of those that die, looking back at you.
Red eyes.
There was a map, inside the book, of the whole castle. In one bathroom, in particular, there was a snake. I went there, that night. I spoke to it, that night. And it let me in, to a whole New World.
There in the shadows, stood the figure of a snake, with ruby eyes, and scales of stone. The basilisk as I would later learn, from the thing itself.
I could feel its power, flowing through the room, through the chamber, of secrets, now my secrets. I spoke to it, I awakened it. And with it, rose my power, rose such evils, it was so tempting, and I couldn't help but give in.
I was the Heir of Slytherin, I found out that night. The poor little boy, who didn't belong with his house, was a descendent of it. Was pure of blood from it. Was made fully of it.
This was revenge; I would hurt them all, like they hurt me. I would kill them, with my weapon.
And with that, I became their enemy. But me they didn't think it could ever be.
Those of pure blood, would have never thought of it being me, I was muggle born, no, and those muggle born, were to dumb, to know a thing, and they wouldn't think it was me, but I hated them more for that. I guess that came from my parents, and me being orphaned, people always hurt me, now it was my turn.
I found that, it was a pleasure, to see there dead eyes staring back at me, their souls, mere cinders, on the ground. And I the cause of this destruction of minds. Me, Tom Riddle, a deadly enemy that no one would see, until it was already too late.
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TBC...