Full Power or True Love? And the consequences.
Summary:
He could only be killed by 1 person it was prophesized... He would never have the chance to finish what he started... With his aims to have complete power... Came his need to have Harry Potter dead... And to have the woman he wanted... What would he give up? And what did he REALLY want? What's more important in life? The consequences of growing up...As heir of Slytherin.
Chapter 1 Fitting in.
Once there was a young boy who loved sunsets, the smell of pine trees and the warmth and comfort of his friends. Fall, his favorite time of the year was fast approaching. It was his favorite for many reasons. He liked the way the trees leaves would change color transforming the already gorgeous green landscape into a cascade of warm colors. He thought they looked like messy, miniature sunsets. He knew why he liked sunsets. His dorm room at the orphanage faced the east, and sometimes he would stay up all night just to see it. But the best reason he loved fall was because that was when he met his best friends at Hogwarts. Everyone besides them called him Tom or Riddle or something. They met on the train to Hogwarts their first year. That boy was now older but as he sat alone in dark compartment on the Hogwarts Express he was lost in the memories.
A skinny, pale boy with dark brown hair sat alone in a compartment on a train that would take him to a magical school, engulfed in a sheet of paper with the words 'Tom Marvolo Riddle' written across the top of it, with a bunch of mixed up letters under it. He would not have looked out of place in a coffin with his eyes closed, but they were open now showing his light brown-red eyes.
"What ya doin'?" Asked a girl with an American accent out of nowhere.
The boy jumped. I should have closed the compartment door he thought lazily. Now this girl had decided to grab the paper from him and sit across from him. He stared at her in amazement as she ignored his shocked face and took a pen out of her pocket starting to write on the paper.
"No" he heard her mumble..."Wait...no" He wanted badly to say no what? But he kept quiet staring at what she was writing. "I like the 'Mort' part," she said to him looking up as though she had been his friend his whole life. "But that leaves us with a few more letters..." She paused thinking. It looked hard. "Whats your dads first name?" She asked kindly, obviously not knowing the hatred and anger it just inspired in him.
He stood up, "I have no dad, not any that would care about me at least, but if I did his name would be identical to mine." He spoke in a cold voice dripping with hatred. The girl looked half scared-half sorry.
"Im so, so sorry, I didnt know, please forgive me?" He looked down at her; she did look upset and sorry.
"S'okay...you didnt know, my name is Tom Riddle, but in privet you may call me...(he looked down at the paper and read out what she had written attached to 'Mort' slowly)...Voldemort. And you are?" He finished, extending his hand out to her.
"Pleesed ta meecha Tom or Voldemort! Im Milianon Snape but you could call me Millz or Milly or anythin' else that crosses your head and that is fine wit me sailor!" She said in an excited tone, taking his hand and shaking it hard up and down.
She seemed wacky and crazy but in a good way. He took this time to look at her, as they both sat down and started to talk about their home lives and stuff. She was average height for their age, no taller than him, but a little shorter. She had her long, pine straight, dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail with a purple scrunchie. Her skin was a light creamy color of white surrounding a pair of the lightest baby blue eyes he had ever seen. She was as thin as him with no visible curves yet, not that he was looking, at such an age as eleven. She was wearing a tight fitting black tank top with a dark red rose (fake) pinned to the neck, nice fitting green tinted jeans and a darkish red zippy lose fitting sweater, which was unzipped. She had on what looked like a very old and worn out pair of black timberlands.
"So are you a pure blood or half or muggle born?" She asked.
"Half," He answered uncomfortably, "You?"
"Pure blood" 'Good' he thought, "Dont tell anybody im not a pure blood," He said suddenly not knowing why.
"Why? Do you think people will care?"
"I dont know," He said honestly.
At this the trolley rolled around and Mills bought them some caldron cakes to share once Tom told her he didnt have any money for food nor had he food at all. She was appalled and pulled out a heavy sack of wizarding gold buying him and her alot of food. But she had to force him to eat it. Then around sometime in the after noon they started to get bored talking about their lives. Supposedly she had an older brother on the other side of the train named Ekis but everyone called him Spike even her. She spoke of him just as darkly as he had of his father. She made it a point to say she was nothing like him and that for him to still be her friend after he talked to him, if he did, which he was likely to. He was a prefect, and in Slytherin.
"What house do you want to get in?" She asked him as she undid her ponytail, letting go all her long hair that he noticed wasnt dark or pine straight. It must have been wet earlier cause now her hair was a golden blond with dark red highlights. And her hair was poufy but still under the control of gel.
"I dont know...maybe either Griffindor or Slytherin, but not really Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw." He said not really sure.
"Me too. Hey lets promise to still be friends if we get put in separate houses." She said.
"'Course!," Tom answered gladly, "We could still hang and eat together we dont have to stick to the common rooms." They happily talked about what they thought about the school for the remainder of the trip...
Once they arrived inside the castle they were put into a line and sent into the Great Hall. Mills and Tom were walking side by side and she suddenly grabbed Toms arm.
"Look over there!" She hissed in his ear. "Thats my brother the one at the Slytherin table with dark hair."
Tom started to look but it was hard, most of them had dark hair. His searched stopped and rested finally on one boy when the guy yelled amidst the clapping,
"Hey sis! If that hat dont put you in Slytherin ill rip it apart for yaaaaa!!!" He seemed like a jerk.
"Told you" She said quietly to Tom, "Hes such an a$$." When it was his turn he was called up and as he went he looked into the headmasters face. He knew right then that he wasnt going to like the guy for some reason. He forgot about it and sat on the stool. The hat put him in Slytherin. The Slytherin table clapped, as he walked towards it.