I am rewriting this story. I was unhappy with the first one so I changed it a little bit.

I am keeping the other one up so you guys (if anyone actually reads my stories) can review and tell me which you think is better.

I am considering expanding on the story but I am not sure. If you want me to, let me know.

I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, Neville would have married a veela, Charlie and Lavender would have gotten together, and Snape would have a lover.

The boy's green eyes shone with determination, anger, and if you looked close enough, unshed tears.

He did not dare blink as his eyes met those of the man across from him.

Piercing grey eyes stared back at him, squinted into a cold unwavering glare that did not match his mocking smirk.

The boy's mouth was set in a grimace as his hand quivered and his wand shook, suspended in mid air. He felt as though he was being attacked by the whirlwind of emotions circulating through him: Rage, sadness, fear. He glared back at the man and failed to see what was hiding just beyond the walls of his stony grey orbs.

Fear.

Absolute, unshakable fear.

For when he had uttered the unforgivable curse not minutes ago, he had collapsed along with the boy. When he had fallen, he had reverted back to his old self and watched as his life flashed before his eyes.

He had felt everything again: The pain and depression of his lonely years at the orphanage, the elation he'd felt when he discovered his powers, the anger and resentment towards his mother and his past. He'd saw the Gryffindor cringe as he'd felt again the sadistic pleasure he always got from seeking revenge o his enemies. He had felt more: The pride and satisfaction that had grown in him as he had accomplished his goal, rage as he fell at the hands of a helpless babe, satisfaction again as he made his recovery and regained his power.

Then the series had slowed, pausing on a woman with silvery blonde hair and bright blue eyes: Her lush lips, her subtle curves, the glorious way her cheeks tinged pink whenever he touched her. Their wedding, a small affair that only a select few had been there to witness, her walking down the aisle in dainty white heels and a long elegant dress, him lifting her veil, proclaiming his love, kissing her. The two of them tumbling in a luxurious bed, her gasps and whimpers, his groans, their lovemaking. Her body swollen at her middle, rounded his child. The loving smile on her face as she held his hand to her womb. A babe in her arms, pink with a tuft of dark hair. The babe now a small boy, running rampant in the manor. Her pregnant again, balancing their young son on her hip as he reached down and felt her rounded abdomen in wonder.

The images came to the final one: his very pregnant wife standing stoically in the hall of their manor, fighting the urge tell him not to go, to beg him to stay home. She shed a single tear as she kissed him goodbye, praying he would survive as she stroked his cheek lovingly.

Everything went black after that and he had felt at peace for a moment before he had been awakened by Bellatrix's wails, opening his eyes to find her crazed ones searching his face through her untamed mane of dark hair.

Ever since he had regained conscience, he had been unable to fully embody the dark lord as he felt Tom lurking in the corner of his mind. It was that one sliver of power that Tom had over him that was allowing fear to slip into and consume the dark lord's trained mind.

Voldemort now stepped lightly, the boy and himself circling one another. He tried once again to rid himself of an annoying Tom who wondered what his own son would be like at this boy's age. It was all in vain.

Angry with Tom and himself he stopped suddenly, the bottoms of his shoes against the stone floor creating a dull thud that resounded throughout the hall.

Harry stopped too, his green eyes flickering in surprise and caution.

The dark lord grit his teeth and took in a deep breath that made his snake-like nostrils flare. He needed to end this already and do what he came here to do.

He lifted his arm; thin white fingers wrapped around the powerful wand, and wet his lips. "Avada Kedavra!"

Green eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he reacted, blood rushing in both wizard's ears. "Expelli…"

The rest of his spell could not be heard as it was drown out by a loud /crack/.

All of time seemed to slow, even the noise of battle was drown out by the deafening silence that followed the appearance of the woman and child.

At the sight of his wife, son, and unborn daughter the dark lord lost the last of his feeble attempt at regaining power over himself. The disillusion dropped and Tom's mind and body returned at the same time.

Locks of jet-black hair began to sprout from a waxy head that was quickly coloring. His nose seemed to rise out of his face to replace the flattened slits. It seemed that everything changed except grey eyes, but even they abandoned their stoniness to take on a warmer quality.

"Tom!"

Tom saw her say his name rather than heard it, for a second later all was gone and he was dead.

He fell to the ground in a graceful way, seemingly drifting in air before setting on the floor of the Great Hall. His head lolled against the stained stone and a smiled graced his lips. He had at least gotten to see his family one last time.

Mrs. Riddle set their son on the ground and pulled him behind her as she ran for her fallen husband, tears already covering her cheeks.

She fell to her knees in front of him and wept. She bent at an odd angle to touch his face, as she had to accommodate for her swollen middle. She traced his features and her tears fell on his skin.

Their son knelt besides her, not entirely understanding what was happening. He looked on through grey eyes identical to his father's.

It only took moments for the few remaining aurors to break through the crowd. The came for ward, faces' expressionless, and grabbed both mother and child. They twisted Mrs. Riddle's arms behind her back as she feebly fought to escape. Another auror grabbed her son, pulling the scared boy across his shoulders.

Harry watched on with his mouth agape, frozen in shock as Tom's family was apparated away to what would no doubt end up to be Askaban.

They would pay the price for Tom's deeds, forever be cursed with the Riddle name.

I think this one was better than the first. Still not that good, but whatever.

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