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This was a story that had been buzzing around in my mind for a long time. It seems ideas just want to pull at my head until I let them go, or they drive me mad. This is my first try at Harry Potter and my second try at writing a Fanfics. Please continue to read and please review at the bottom, do not be afraid to flame me, for only criticism, can help one grow
Born to the Darkness By: Monaki PreludeIt had been a peaceful, cloudless, sunny day-- a normal day, so to say--but these days, nothing much was normal anymore.
It all started out with a young man, a brilliant young man. He was kind, gentle, smart, and all of the other things one would expect model perfect student to be. With a face worthy of the gods, he was everything anyone would have ever wanted to be.
He passed OWLs and NEWTs with record-setting grades and was the Quidditch Captain for the Slytherin team for three consecutive years.
All had seemed to go well-- until at the age of 18, on his birthday, at 12:00 midnight. Then, he bursted with dark, foul, evil magic -- the magical maturity that most wizards go through are certainly powerful and unpredictable, but nothing like this.
Dark Magic seeped through the bedcovers he laid in while he writhed in agony, the tendrils of energy snaking through the stone cold walls of Hogwarts. Although the magic avoided the students, the ones that were close enough woke up and felt an onslaught of primal negative emotions that most of them had never felt…
Fear
Hopelessness
Dread
Fright
Horror
Panic
Sorrow
Misery
Sadness
And most of all, the clutch of cold death descending on them like legions of Dementors.
Several students woke up in cold sweat, trembling at the fear in their hearts and many burst into tears of hysteria.
The magic seeped into the floors and the walls, reaching throughout all of Hogwarts, covering whatever ground it reached with cold black frost, as if searching for something, something hidden, something deadly.
The members of all the houses and the teachers shivered in fear, even Hogwarts herself trembled and a silent, powerful wind blew over the lake where the giant squid had hid itself under the ice as if to avoid the disastrous phenomenon that had started.
Finally, all of a sudden, the magic stopped-- and Tom Marvolo Riddle woke up, finding himself in a huge strange dungeon, with a great ribbed Victorian ceiling and a dirty, rotting smell, but most important, a gargantuan marble statue standing at the end of it.
The chamber was cold, dark, and damp, with bones strewn across the floor. Tom rubbed his eyes and looked up, the face of the statue seemed familiar for some reason. He squinted his eyes to get a clearer look, all of a sudden, it clicked in his head… it was Salazar Slytherin!
Curiously looking around, he found many engravings on the wall, some of Salazar traveling the world--some of the great wizard brewing dangerous potions, and some of great fights between snakes and lions… following the wall of engravings; he looked to the corner beside Slytherin's bare right foot.
It was two obsidian stone snakes with years of moss built up on the top of their bodies, coiled like an elegant Celtic knot, never ending, and never beginning, winding around each other, seemingly glaring at him. This would have normally scared him, but it seemed that the two pairs of red, glowing malicious eyes drew him in. Curiosity set in and Tom decided to inspect the doorway.
Tom had long known he was a Parselmouth, the first time he scared his friends away from him at the orphanage. They fled from him and told the master of the orphanage. That night, he had received the worst whipping he ever received. He flinched as the memories came flooding back, hour after hour of merciless torture.
Shaking his head to clear out the thoughts, he set his resolve and decided to investigate the wall.
"Open", a hissing noise came out of his mouth
As if being controlled by some unknown force, gears started turning and grinding behind the wall, and the snakes breaking the unending cycle to retreat to their respectful sides, and the wall split into two pieces, moving apart..
As walls retreated, they revealed a great library. It had huge shelves as far as the eye could see and as tall as the Great Hall itself.
The rows and rows of ancient wooden shelves were filled with books of all kinds, smelling of a musky, rotted odor, something that comes with many, many centuries of age.
"Look for my book…", Tom heard a raspy disembodied voice floating all around him. He whipped his wand out and spun around in a panic, looking for the voice which had spoken to him.
"Foolish heir, look for my book …", the voice whispered once more. Looking around cautiously, he peered into the darkness, getting more and more suspicious.
"And where, prey tell, do I find this book of yours?" Tom spoke softly into the darkness, after gathering his courage.
"Delve into the Shadows…", the voice murmured.
He walked down the many rows and searched for the book, after 10 minutes of looking, he found the large, 5-inch thick tomb.
Sitting down at an aged, rotting oak table, he started reading. The more he read, the more he felt magic started to change… the once light and cheery magic started to become dark, lustful, and addicting… as he continued to read, his magical core gradually to be contaminated by the dark energy.
After finishing the book, he stood up, his eyes deep red; burning with the lust for more, more dark magic… and thus, Lord Voldemort was born.
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A dark figure clothed fully in a black cape with matching hood and mask stood over the smoldering ruins of Godric's Hollow. Just minutes ago, the Dark Lord Voldemort had strode in, ready to fully decimate the one who the prophecy his underling had heard called his "equal". The Dark Lord thought that if he could destroy the chance of his destruction from developing, he could live forever and reign sovereign over the world.
But he was wrong; he was very wrong. As the dark magic reflected off the innocent child, a lightning bolt carved itself into the child's forehead.
Voldemort screamed in agony as his own spell ripped his spirit from his body and threw him to the other side of the world.
That night, Voldemort had been rid of for the Wizarding world of Britain, or so Wizarding Britain thought.
As the dark figure poked through the charred ruins of the once great house, he heard what he had been looking for.
A small cry from the ruins alerted him to search through the area that had once been the bedroom of the young child.
He dug through the charred remains of the old ceiling and found the crying baby, Harry Potter crying in the middle of all the destruction, surrounded my an eerie shield that glowed creamy white with streams of magic whirling around within it.
The mysterious person carefully picked up the crying child and smiled gently at the struggling boy.
With a small smirk, the figure disappeared with a small cloud of smoke just as a large giant strode onto the grounds. And moments and a cry of frustration later, got onto a borrowed motorbike and rode off to report to Albus Dumbledor what he had not found.
And thus, that night, Harry Potter, future savior of the Wizarding world, had disappeared and the decade-long search headed by former Order of Phoenix leader, Albus Dumbledore had begun.
Little did they know, Harry Potter was quickly slipping to a place in which even Voldemort feared to enter.
Thus, Harry Potter, Elite Warrior and Second Seat of the Nyanevere Assassin's council was born.
As I said at the beginning, this is my second time writing a fanfic, so please try to flame me and criticize me so that hopefully, I can be a better writer. Also, please alert me of spelling mistakes.
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