Author's Notes: Hello! This is my first Harry Potter fic; I have a Gundam Wing one too.. Anyway, this is a history of Tom Riddle/ Lord Voldemort; something that I always found a little unsatisfactory about the series was that we never got a reason for his trying to kill Harry, or his reign of darkness and group of Deatheaters. So I decided to write them myself. Besides, I really need to write a Harry Potter fic but I don't understand Harry well enough to do a good job. Some of you might look at what I'm writing and think 'that can't be right, didn't she read the Chamber of Secrets?' but trust me; it'll all make sense at some point (I hope). I did a lot of research for this fic, so if you see something obviously wrong, please forgive me and point it out so that I can fix it. Nicely. There are some rather. ironic things going on in this, or I think they are, but they could have been planned that way. This is from Tom's perspective. you'll figure out what I mean pretty soon.

If you've read Past Hauntings (my GW fic), then you already know something about my writing. If you haven't, well, as a warning there's going to be a lot of angst. Lots and lots of angst. There's also suicidal inclinations, Multiple Personality disorder (sort of) and mmmm. lots of pain. Emotional, usually. Life is not kind to my favorite characters.

Oh, and just so you know; I'm trying to surprise you. ^.~ (Anyone who's read PH, you'll probably recognize this starting bit. I can't help it. It's a really fun way to start a story.)

Chapter 1: Destiny and Balance

Balance. That is something no witch, wizard or muggle can truthfully profess to understand. Dark follows Light, Light follows Dark, war follows peace and peace follows war. Every movement, every action, every decision made has a profound impact on the world and it's future. Wizards, especially divinators, believe they understand this but they are wrong. To truly understand Balance one must first understand Destiny, and nothing is ever as simple as believed. Even Merlin, the greatest wizard to ever set foot in our world, couldn't understand the truth of Destiny, though he did have a better understanding than most. He was, after all, a tool of destiny, and some part of him always knew and understood, as I do.

The proud, 'pure' wizarding families try to distance themselves as much as possible from the muggle world, having only contempt for its occupants. For what reason? They cannot perform magic. They will not trust, accept, or tolerate any form of what is a natural way of life for some folk. The high, 'noble' families forgot long ago that everything had to have begun somewhere and, if it wasn't for a tired old wizard and his dream of a joining between Avalon and earth through a boy and his magical sword, they would still be slogging through a world of dull dreary life with magic only a glint of something frightening on the horizon. They have even forgotten that the distrust originally stemmed from the tradition of only noble folk receiving the magical training, enforced later with witch burnings. They have forgotten that once, in the long ago past, to be a wizard or witch was to have consorted with the faeri folk, to have faeri blood in ones veins; to be immortal. It has become a habit, a tradition that lost meaning in the shrouding mists of time. But it prevents them from remembering the reason for their existence, and the reason why so many tools of destiny have passed on when they should have lived until the end of time. Because so many wizards persist in ignoring muggles, or watching only parts of their world, they have failed to realize truly how much the non-magic world effects their own. All throughout history there are parallels, actions played out over and over again, once in the muggle world and then, sometimes years later, in the wizarding world. Everything that happens in the non-magical earth must also happen in the magical Avalon. And no one except the tools of Destiny can see it.

Merlin tried to bind the two worlds together, to end the repeating parallels, in Arthur Pendragon, son of Avalon and Earth by mother and father, brother to the sorceress Morgan Le Fay. But Arthur was too much of Earth, could not understand the reasons for bringing the worlds together with his limited understanding of his sister's home. Indeed, with the belief in magic dwindling with the coming of the Church, he saw no reason to. Not only would half of the magical world cease to exist if joined so closely with the non-magical, but he would also lose the support of his people and the Church and thus, his throne. Merlin, as a Son of Avalon, could not perform the binding himself, and eventually died, his purpose living on until another could pick it up.

As time continued it's relentless march many wizards and witches felt the hand of destiny and tried to complete the binding, achieving a kind of elastic band between worlds until they were almost overlapping, the realms nearly bound. But someone made a mistake, and science entered the muggle universe. After that, everything that had been built up over the years, the trust between muggle and wizard, the circle nearly completed with only one last nudge to make two worlds whole, it all shattered apart and destiny gave up on wizards.

Instead, it started on the muggles. Because they were immersed in the coming of technology, drowning in mathematical and logical arguments, the first few tools did not fare well, dying early deaths because of the peoples' distrust. As more time passed by, Destiny found a way to get around this block. Stories. If something was told or written as a story, there was no reason for the muggles to not listen, to accept the tales and teachings of magic. In the lost years the worlds had begun to drift apart once more, but the stories stabilized them, didn't bring them any closer, but prevented them from drifting further. No muggle was a true binder but all had brushes with destiny; that was all that was needed until a true binder could be found. A child of the light and dark, muggle and magic so deeply ingrained that they would finish the binding without realizing their actions. But first, there had to be one more failure, one more binder who understood the purpose. That last binder would be me, and the fates have been kind enough to allow me this message to the world; the world I hope to achieve. By telling my story I hope to inspire enough belief to tide the worlds over until the final binder can perform his task. My methods have been found harsh and cruel and I need to explain myself. After all, things are never only what they seem to be.

Notes: Did you like it? I know it doesn't make much sense now, but I plan on getting more up soon, and it will start to make more sense. If you're reading this to figure out what I've been doing instead of Past Hauntings, please don't kill me. I'm on an inspiration high for this and cannot concentrate on Gundam Wing. I don't quite know where I'm going to end this yet. so I have no idea how long it will be. Please review! Even if you are totally confused I want your feedback! ^.^

Disclaimer: I'm borrowing little bits of ideas from all over the place, but the plot itself is mine, as are any original characters and unfamiliar spells.