My name is Tom Riddle. And I am trapped in a nightmare that will never end.
It all began when I was fifteen. I was one of the most popular and beloved students in Hogwarts. I was basically happy with my life. And then I read the book.
We had been given an assignment: to write about how best to destroy a raging evil. I wanted to do very well, so I decided to get a book from the Restricted section. I asked the transfiguration teacher, Professor Dumbledore, to give me permission to take out a promising-looking book called "Tromedlov and the Other Dark Arts".
"I don't think that that book is the best choice, Tom," he told me seriously. "Most books are in the Restricted section for a reason, and this is no exception."
But I wasn't deterred. A sudden, crazy urge to read this book seized me, and I went to another teacher, one of the more clueless ones, and she gave me permission.
I eagerly opened the book, and then I was lost. Some sort of evil power engulfed me, one that I couldn't block easily. It took over me, and I became a prisoner inside my own body.
I was just a tiny piece of what I once was, and could only watch helplessly as the evil that was me set a Basilisk on the school a year later, began calling itself Voldemort, killed and tortured hundreds, and became one of the darkest wizards in history.
Voldemort next went to kill a couple, friends of Dumbledore. If they're friends of Dumbledore, maybe they'll have enough firepower to kill Voldemort and me, I prayed. But Voldemort easily killed both of them and cried out a spell to kill their baby son, when.
I was free to leave my body. And I did. Voldemort remained in my body, alone and injured, but I was safe. Forever. Thus ended the saga of Tom Riddle.
It all began when I was fifteen. I was one of the most popular and beloved students in Hogwarts. I was basically happy with my life. And then I read the book.
We had been given an assignment: to write about how best to destroy a raging evil. I wanted to do very well, so I decided to get a book from the Restricted section. I asked the transfiguration teacher, Professor Dumbledore, to give me permission to take out a promising-looking book called "Tromedlov and the Other Dark Arts".
"I don't think that that book is the best choice, Tom," he told me seriously. "Most books are in the Restricted section for a reason, and this is no exception."
But I wasn't deterred. A sudden, crazy urge to read this book seized me, and I went to another teacher, one of the more clueless ones, and she gave me permission.
I eagerly opened the book, and then I was lost. Some sort of evil power engulfed me, one that I couldn't block easily. It took over me, and I became a prisoner inside my own body.
I was just a tiny piece of what I once was, and could only watch helplessly as the evil that was me set a Basilisk on the school a year later, began calling itself Voldemort, killed and tortured hundreds, and became one of the darkest wizards in history.
Voldemort next went to kill a couple, friends of Dumbledore. If they're friends of Dumbledore, maybe they'll have enough firepower to kill Voldemort and me, I prayed. But Voldemort easily killed both of them and cried out a spell to kill their baby son, when.
I was free to leave my body. And I did. Voldemort remained in my body, alone and injured, but I was safe. Forever. Thus ended the saga of Tom Riddle.