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Chapter 2
Ghost of Christmas Past
Voldemort quickly went from that room into the parlor of the old Riddle Manor of Little Hangleton. He glanced at the grandfather clock which ran 1:00 at that moment. He turned to see another transparent familiar figure, but he hadn't seen this one for many years.
A rather young child floated in front of him. His grey eyes that he remembered had once shined and sparkled like that fool Dumbledore did, but now they were dull and old. He had blonde short hair with bangs that went down to his eyes. He wore simple pants and a shirt with a thin jacket over it. Within his eyes, you could see his soul. Unlike the appearance of the child, they showed an old gray man much beyond his years. Even though Voldemort knew he had seen this boy before, he couldn't recall who he was.
"Who are you?" he said hastily.
"Hello Tom. I am Dennis Bishop. Do you recall me from the orphanage?" he said dully.
"My name is Lord Voldemort now. Yes I do, but what are you doing here? Why are you here?" Voldemort asked wanting to know.
"It doesn't matter. You'll always be Tom to me no matter how you deform your body. I thought Gibbon had explained everything, but then again while I was alive, I myself wouldn't have believed that a ghost came to visit me", he said, "I am one of the three spirits that Gibbon told you would come. I am the Ghost of Christmas Past. I am here to show you your past."
"Why are you a child in your spirit form? Didn't you grow up before you died?"
"Yes I did and to a ripe old age. In fact I died during that raid on London you did. I am a child in spirit because I hoped that I could have my childhood again. It was foolish, but there's nothing I could change now.
"You see Tom, my sudden end of childhood was because of you. Remember I was one of those kids you brought to that cave? You made me suffer nothing that a child should at my age then. I was scarred for life; Amy too. Since then I have been old and wise beyond my age and I do not like it.
"It's just another one of your sins", he replied, "But enough about me."
"Don't tell me that we're going to review Christmases at the orphanage! It was bad enough just going through them once", protested Voldemort.
"Of course not and I agree with you", he replied with a faint of a smile, but it vanished instantly, "We are going to view your first Christmas at your school. Grab my hand"
He lifted his hand towards Voldemort who, against his better judgment, took it.
Instantly, he was in the Potions classroom he knew so well. He saw himself in front of him making a batch of Polyjuice Potion in his second year. The younger Voldemort-or should I say Tom Riddle? - was working on a complex potion. The Younger Tom was much more good looking and more human-like than Voldemort was now.
A large person who resembled a walrus walked in with good cheer, "There you are Tom! It's Christmas and the feast is starting soon! You shouldn't be wasting your time here when you could be celebrating!"
"That is your favorite teacher, isn't it?" asked Dennis to the older Voldemort.
"I needed to work on the Polyjuice Potion, Professor Slughorn", said the younger Tom.
"Yes, Horace Slughorn was my favorite teacher. I had him wrapped around my finger", Voldemort said to Dennis as Professor Slughorn rushed Tom to the Great Hall while Voldemort and Walter followed.
Voldemort never noticed how much he missed Hogwarts as he watched himself sit down by himself and start eating at the Christmas Dinner in the Great Hall.
Before he knew it, he found himself somewhere else with Dennis and realized that they were moving onto a different memory rather like a Pensieve.
He recognized it as Professor Slughorn's office filled with Christmas decorations and hundreds of students of his 'Slug Club' at his annual Christmas Party.
Voldemort saw himself at 16 holding hands with a beautiful girl with raven black hair and green eyes.
Oh no! Not her!, he thought while watching the couple walk to the dance floor.
"Do you remember her?" asked Dennis grimly to the present Voldemort.
"Of course. How could I not? Minerva McGonagall was a Gryffindor, but the most wonderful person I have ever met. We wanted to marry each other", Voldemort said absently as he stared wistfully at the pair.
"How come she left you?" Dennis said as the scene changed once again to show the grounds of Hogwarts by the Black Lake underneath a tree.
"Oh, please no! You tortured me enough with that small memory at that Christmas Party with her!" pleaded Voldemort as they saw the couple once again.
This time there were no smiles on their faces as they stood under the tree. They were another year older in this memory. Minerva had tears in her eyes while Tom showed no emotion at all.
"Tom-", she started, but Tom interrupted her.
"Tom is no longer my name, Minerva. I have told you it's Voldemort now with-"
"That's the point!" she remarked losing her temper, but regaining it back before continuing, "I don't want to join those Knights of… Knights of-Whatever you call yourselves!
"Tom, why have you changed? You talk nothing, but insulting Muggleborns now. I love you and why can't we get married after we graduate? I can't wait any longer"
"Because I have important things to take care of for the Knights" said Tom emotionlessly.
"I can't live like this anymore! I don't love you, Voldemort. I loved Tom. Why bother when he no longer exists. Be happy in the life you have chosen", she said taking of his engagement ring, throwing it at him, and running off.
"I should have expected that from a Gryffindor", said the younger Voldemort carelessly leaving the ring in the snow while walking off.
"That's it! Why are you bothering me with petty moments from my past?" yelled Voldemort at Dennis obviously trying to hide his emotions.
"Because these are mistakes you have chosen. You had no friends. You had love, but you threw it away. I bother showing you for I am your mistakes", said Dennis calming to Voldemort.
"THEN LEAVE ME!" he hollered to Dennis.
And that he did.
For Voldemort found himself in the parlor once again where he had stood before the memories. Glancing at the clock which now said 1:58.
Author's Note: Yes! Finally getting a little longer here. Sorry for the wait guys. I'm just putting up all the chapters now as a late Christmas present. It took awhile because when I had first written this story, I couldn't remembe those two kids' names (Dennis and Amy) and I had made some up. I was too lazy to search it up in the book, but my dear friend MoonGazer7 searched it up for me and many thanks to her! Merry Belated Christmas!