A/N: I won't be so bad to my readers so I have written this chap in normal English grammar.( not in tense-tense changing style)
Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter characters, nor do I claim to

Betaed by Steph Bent

"Normal conversation"
'Tom's thoughts'
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Tom walked slowly deeper and deeper into the Transylvanian forest. He was home, he could feel the radiating energy, in his point of view, the POWER. His final goal was immortality and the world domination. He wanted to become great and powerful but the way to achieve this never was very pleasant. Just look at the train ride to Transylvania. That first step had not been pleasant at all. And now he needed a home or something like that. Where he could brew his potions for his transformations.
'There are several choices, I can live with the Muggles but I daresay that would be a good joke but nothing more. Another choice is that I can live with wizards, but they might recognize my so-called dark arts potions. Nah. That's my luck. I have only one choice, I have to live under the rock, in a cave. That will be like the Slytherin dungeon but much wetter!'
And finally the young Dark Lord arrived at his destination, a small entirely Wizarding village. He was going to eat there and buy food, enough for a week. Fortunately for him every Wizarding community recognized Galleons, sickles and knuts as proper currency so he wouldn't have problems at least with the purchasing the food.

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The cave was really huge, 'magnificent' like he said. He wouldn't have problems with the acid gases when brewing potions because of the great air- space. At first he transfigured the furniture (he didn't feel like he could sleep on the rock). The transfigured objects wouldn't have been disintegrated at least for a week with his 'new' magic as that normal transfigurations did not last very long at times.
He had dreamt about something but everything was like a huge whirlpool, he couldn't remember. He slowly opened his eyes, feeling comfortable in his four-poster bed. He thought he was in his head boy dormitory but there was something different – the ceiling was very high. 'This can't be Hogwarts'. He was regaining consciousness slowly.
'I remember now, I am in the cave, in my new home. The furniture hasn't disintegrated for sure, good. It feel it's 10.00 morning, I was always very bad sleeper before, I couldn't sleep more than five hours, but now I slept almost eleven hours. I must have been very exhausted.'
The huge cave was furnished with green and silver furniture, the Slytherin colors. The walls were full of tapestries, there were seven round tables for the potion ingredients, and sixty medium-size cauldrons for the potions. There was a big blackboard on the front 'wall' for the huge amount of notes while he works. He had done an excellent job with transfiguration, no wonder he had been deadly exhausted. He could transfigure everything he wanted except the magical ingredients and the food. He couldn't transfigure food from the thin air because when a wizard make food, he stores energy in it, when somebody eats it, the 'somebody' gets the energy which have been stored in it. The magical ingredients go on like this as well.
The sun was high in the sky. The song of the birds was audible even within the cave. Everything was fine outside, not knowing what kind of evil lived in the cave.

After a quick shower, (with magic of course, there wasn't any bathroom in the cave) Tom decided to get started.

'First of all I have to name my cave, after all I am going to live here. Well, I plan to live here only for two years, but that's long period!' Tom thought. 'I can give it a simple name, so it could just be The Cave, but no. That's silly, that's like The Burrow (of the muggle lovers). I am the great Lord Voldemort and I can't even name a stupid cave which I should call home!!'

'Let's calm down a bit. Think, Tom, think!'

'Cave of the Anti-Old Fool Association. Not a bad joke if you ask me.

Cave of the Shadows

Chamber of the Great Lord

Cave of the Great Lord

Cave of Secrets

Chamber of Secrets, oh that already have been in use. Salazar knew how to name good places.

Chamber of Shadows'

"Yesss that'ssss it!" Tom hissed .

"Who iss it?" asked a tiny hissing voice.

"Who?" Riddle asked.

"Sspeak the another language I can't understand human ones!" The hissing voice ordered.

Tom looked around searching somebody, but the attempt was fruitless.

"Oh. You are a ssnake" Tom stated.

"What a pleassure to meet you finally, Sspeaker."

"Yess, indeed." Tom answered in slightly bored voice.

"I am going to return and have a converssatsion with you. I have to take care of my family." The snake said and slithered away.

'I speak too often parseltongue when I am amazed, I should get out of that habit.'

The summer air was warm and the weather was pretty pleasant but too good for his taste. He hated the blinding sunlight, and preferred the mysterious rays of Moon. The good weather reminded him of the happy laughing children in the orphanage who tortured him mercilessly. The bad memories still haunted Tom. Especially the worst one when he had received the Hogwarts letter. After it they kicked him until he was half-dead.

'My first task will be when I am the Great Lord, to hunt down those filthy gits. And of course demonstrate my greatness on them.'

You most obviously think that Tom is evil to the core but you are wrong. He has evil intentions but he isn't completely evil. How would you fell if you were in his shoes, great power, dark ancestors, serious abuse in you early childhood... He never experienced his mother's love. That's why he is bad, but not evil in every part. That's why he treated his friends and followers like the devices whose only purpose is to help him to reach his personal goal.

'I should start with my plan before I get too hungry.'

'First of all I am going to start making the potions. After that I can start with spell-work and the mixed transformations. I will need ingredients. That won't be very easy because the blood of a Hungarian Horntail is too expensive even for the Snape family, and that says something.'

'Hmm what about Dumbledore? The so-called good side adore his every word. And the Association of the Muggle Lovers and Old Fools will surely elect him as the headmaster of Hogwarts one day. Of course he will accept it generously. When I was younger he was just a deputy-headmaster, a nobody. And now he is the Great-Man-Who-Defeated-The-Dark-Lord-Blah-Blah-Blah. And now I should get started before I get lost again in my own head. First I make the list of the needed ingredients, which I can buy in a good (so-called dark arts) shop.


Next day.

He was in halfway to a small wizard village. He chose a Hungarian one because though their products are more expensive they are much more reliable than the others. When he found the shop, he entered immediately.

"Hello" Tom greeted.

"Mijáratban errfelé fiatalúr" The shopkeeper answered.

'Uh, I forgot the interpreter spell' He quickly did the charm and asked:

"I need a huge amount of rare ingredients"

"I have a list" Tom handed in a big list, it has at least one hundred items.

"Wow kid, do you want to use all of them, their power can defeat a small army." The shopkeeper said.

"I am not a kid and why for the heaven's sake would I want to buy them? To store in an old cupboard forever?"

"I am sorry to disappoint you but it costs at least two thousand English galleons. I only accept English money here because the inflation of our money is really big."

"I have all of the money, I need the ingredients. Do you have them, if you don't, I'll go somewhere else because I won't waste my precious time." Tom snapped back.

"I have many of them but I don't have the needed amount. Pay one thousand galleons and I'll give you the first half now. Come back the day after tomorrow and I will give you the second half. The second half will of course contain more freshly gathered ingredients. Deal?"

"Okay."

'That's settled. I only need the blood of the Hungarian Horntail. That will be really hard because if someone gets caught when he hurt a Hungarian Horntail, he will be executed immediately. I must be extra careful.'

TBC...