The Real Dark Lord
Chapter Three
As I wondered down the halls of Hogwarts, I wondered what I had done to deserve this place. It was heavenly and I was finally good at something! It was great and I was in the best house by far, Slytherin.
Suddenly footsteps broke my train of thoughts.
"Oh hey Tom." I called as I saw him walk past.
"Can't talk." And with that he walked off with a sour look on his face.
Tom Riddle, now there was a real wizard, amazingly talented and a favourite among the teachers, also gorgeous and a bit dark. He had come from a bad background, or at least that's what I'd heard the other houses whisper in the corridors as he'd walked past. He didn't have any friends though, he just blocked everyone out. I tried and tried to talk to him but he would just say a few words and excuse himself. Who was I kidding, he'd never be interested in me.
I was wrong.
A few years on and I was a yet again walking down the corridors of Hogwarts, but now in my last year.
Hushed whispers followed me down the corridors. I knew why, because I was one of Tom Riddles 'followers'.
Everyone was afraid of him because he practiced dark magic, but he had the right idea, we shouldn't be forced to hide. I was the only one who truly understood him, the only one he confided in. By day I was just another of his little group, but by night, we would meet in the room of requirement and practise dark magic or explore the corridors, finding secret entrances and pathways. Other nights we would just sit and talk, or I would lay my head upon him and we would sit in silence, content to be with each other.
He told me I was the only one he could trust. He'd told me everything, from his life as a child up until now and his plans for the future. I loved him so much that I was with him all the way.
We were both alike and had a lot in common; we both had troubled childhoods and asphyxiation with Dark Magic. We liked to be mostly left alone; we both felt that Hogwarts was our first true home where we belonged. We also both ended up murdering our fathers.
Then came his downfall after years of being his most treasured follower, he was gone, destroyed by a baby. We didn't know what to do, we took to hiding, keeping our identities a secret and living a normal life. All the while waiting for him to comeback, he couldn't be gone, he told me he would never leave me.
Many years later whispers appeared, rumours that the dark lord had returned to kill the boy who lived, but that he was thwarted once again.
More rumours came about that the dark lord, my one and only true master, was regaining power and soon would be ready to try again.
Then one day the dark mark burned black against my skin and I knew, I knew it was time to rejoin my love once more.
He had changed over the years, going from the handsome stranger I knew nothing about to the shrivelled yet powerful Lord Voldemort. But he was still there, the Tom I knew and loved buried deep and hidden from the world. The one I would do anything for.