Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series, Tom Riddle, or any of J.K. Rowlings
characters.
Author's Note: This is a story about Tom Riddle and his best friend with hints of Tom's
plotting the rule of Voldemort on the side. I leave everything about how you interpret Tom
and Leigh's friendship to you're own imaginations. Enjoy.
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The Evil
Prologue
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The room was dark. The window was open, letting in an eerie red glow of the autumn moon.
There was a small table in the center of the small room with a small, black book resting upon
it. A strange, faint, green aura seemed to surround it. Next to the book was a cauldren,
herbs, and several small bottles of unidentifiable potions.
Sitting on the window's sill was a young boy, no older that sixteen, with the fingers of his
left hand pressed to the freezing pane of glass, while the fingers of his right hand
absentmindedly spun a wand. His black hair shimmered a slightly red color from the moonlight
and his dark eyes stared at nothing inparticular. He was deep in thought.
"Tom..."
The boy slowly turned his head to the voice, never ceasing the spinning of the wand. "Yes?"
he said in a slow, uninterested voice.
Another figure entered the room. I was another young boy, about fifteen, with a small,
fragile looking build, light brown hair, and a sad face. His pale crystalline eyes reflected
every emotion stirring in his soul. "What are you doing?" he questioned.
"What does it look like I'm doing," the older boy, Tom, drawled. "I'm sitting."
"That's not what I meant." He crossed to the table and picked up one of the herbs and started
to play with its leaves. "What are you doing with yourself? You've become so secretive and
withdrawn. You always speak in such a dark, mysterious tone. You're scaring me Tom. I
feel as if I don't even know you any more."
Tom laughed grimly. "You never did know me, Leigh. I'm not the person who I've pretended to
be for all these years."
Leigh looked at him with his piercing blue eyes. "We've known eachother since we were little,
Tom. I, of all people, should know you best. But know you act as if I'm an intruder. We
never speak anymore. You are always surrounded by those people who call you that strange name
and act as if you are their God." Leigh put the herb down and looked straight back into Tom's
eyes. "Why are you pushing me away, Tom?"
Tom walked away from the window and slowly paced around Leigh. "I am not the fair, kind,
forgiving person I have shown myself to be to you. I am a truly evil person. I have evil
motives that drive my life. I have an evil soul that thirsts for chaos and terror. I am Evil
embodied, Leigh. I am Voldemort. I am Evil. I am not Tom Riddle." He stopped pacing and
stood in back of the shorter boy. "I push you away because you are the only true friend I have
ever, and will ever, have. I don't wish to inflict my evil ways upon you. You are too
innocent and just." He placed his hands on Leigh's shoulders. "If I do not push you away,
I will make you evil. And I could never bear to do that."
He took his hands off the other boy's shoulders and started walking to the door. Suddenly,
he stopped, and turned back to him. "You will try to stop me someday. Of that, I am sure.
But when you do, I will kill you. And I will always regret it." With that, he left.
Leigh took a deep, shuddering breath. How had everything become so terrible? When did Tom
become so dark?
He worried for his friend, but could not help but fear him at the same time.
*~*
R&R Please. Next chapter will be much longer. This is only a Prologue, remember.
characters.
Author's Note: This is a story about Tom Riddle and his best friend with hints of Tom's
plotting the rule of Voldemort on the side. I leave everything about how you interpret Tom
and Leigh's friendship to you're own imaginations. Enjoy.
* ~ * ~ * ~ *
The Evil
Prologue
* ~ * ~ * ~*
The room was dark. The window was open, letting in an eerie red glow of the autumn moon.
There was a small table in the center of the small room with a small, black book resting upon
it. A strange, faint, green aura seemed to surround it. Next to the book was a cauldren,
herbs, and several small bottles of unidentifiable potions.
Sitting on the window's sill was a young boy, no older that sixteen, with the fingers of his
left hand pressed to the freezing pane of glass, while the fingers of his right hand
absentmindedly spun a wand. His black hair shimmered a slightly red color from the moonlight
and his dark eyes stared at nothing inparticular. He was deep in thought.
"Tom..."
The boy slowly turned his head to the voice, never ceasing the spinning of the wand. "Yes?"
he said in a slow, uninterested voice.
Another figure entered the room. I was another young boy, about fifteen, with a small,
fragile looking build, light brown hair, and a sad face. His pale crystalline eyes reflected
every emotion stirring in his soul. "What are you doing?" he questioned.
"What does it look like I'm doing," the older boy, Tom, drawled. "I'm sitting."
"That's not what I meant." He crossed to the table and picked up one of the herbs and started
to play with its leaves. "What are you doing with yourself? You've become so secretive and
withdrawn. You always speak in such a dark, mysterious tone. You're scaring me Tom. I
feel as if I don't even know you any more."
Tom laughed grimly. "You never did know me, Leigh. I'm not the person who I've pretended to
be for all these years."
Leigh looked at him with his piercing blue eyes. "We've known eachother since we were little,
Tom. I, of all people, should know you best. But know you act as if I'm an intruder. We
never speak anymore. You are always surrounded by those people who call you that strange name
and act as if you are their God." Leigh put the herb down and looked straight back into Tom's
eyes. "Why are you pushing me away, Tom?"
Tom walked away from the window and slowly paced around Leigh. "I am not the fair, kind,
forgiving person I have shown myself to be to you. I am a truly evil person. I have evil
motives that drive my life. I have an evil soul that thirsts for chaos and terror. I am Evil
embodied, Leigh. I am Voldemort. I am Evil. I am not Tom Riddle." He stopped pacing and
stood in back of the shorter boy. "I push you away because you are the only true friend I have
ever, and will ever, have. I don't wish to inflict my evil ways upon you. You are too
innocent and just." He placed his hands on Leigh's shoulders. "If I do not push you away,
I will make you evil. And I could never bear to do that."
He took his hands off the other boy's shoulders and started walking to the door. Suddenly,
he stopped, and turned back to him. "You will try to stop me someday. Of that, I am sure.
But when you do, I will kill you. And I will always regret it." With that, he left.
Leigh took a deep, shuddering breath. How had everything become so terrible? When did Tom
become so dark?
He worried for his friend, but could not help but fear him at the same time.
*~*
R&R Please. Next chapter will be much longer. This is only a Prologue, remember.