Warning for character death (not explicit)


Tom knows he's going to rule the world someday.

Someday, his name will be carved into the history books, statues of him will be erected. Everyone will cower in fear and he will reign, leading the world into a shining new era.

He doesn't count on the pesky boy with the scar and the bottle-green eyes to dethrone him.


Gathering a following is easy; there are many who thirst for the birth of a new era, ruled by purebloods with a powerful man at the helm.

But what they don't know is Tom's most closely-guarded secret — his mother is (or was) a witch, but his father was a Muggle. His mother had fallen in love with a man who only loved her falsely.

Love. Such a putrid, puny word. Love was for fools, for the weak — and it was love that was his downfall. It made him weak, but no matter. He had a safeguard in place — he lived on in a journal, a locket, and a few other trinkets precious to him.

Love. Ha. Love would fall too.


He feels the boy for the first time in a pub, but he truly feels the boy when his hands are blistering his face and agony, agony, AGONY

The boy is lucky, he supposes, that Dumbledore saves him — he'll just be alive for a little longer.

The second time, the boy nearly does die, and it's the first time Tom feels alive since his death. Now the boy is screaming, a long, curved tooth in his arm and —

That bloody phoenix. He was careless. He should have gotten rid of the bloody bird. Now the boy lives on.

But again, Tom knows the boy won't live for much longer — after all, he's got enemies that he doesn't know about yet.

He has a plan set into motion — Lucius almost derails it, but his smooth words cover his tracks. And Tom is reborn just a few months later.

He should've caught the boy now, back in his strongest form — but no, he is still weak, because the boy escapes once again. And it's the first time Tom hears his victims' voices, screaming, cursing his name, obscuring his vision, and he swats at them, trying to dispel the ghosts.

But when the smoke clears, the boy is gone.


He waits and he waits and bides his time, watching from the shadows, waiting for the world to break the boy — and it doesn't.

His soul is ripped into pieces and destroyed and then he's vulnerable, just another man who can be killed. Another man who is a casualty of this war he's caused.

When he dies, the last thing he sees is the cracked ceiling, the blinding green light rushing to meet him.

He is not Tom. He is not Voldemort.

He is dead.


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