The Chronicles of Thomas Morcroft

by PrinceAmon

What if Headmaster Snape chose as Head Boy an angry Slytherin loner carefully forgotten among the pureblood elite? What if Snape trained him as an apprentice and spy during that last dark year? This boy had nothing to lose, because he had already lost it. He will become the true face of Slytherin House and lead it to it's true destiny out of the ashes of vengeance

2. Chapter 2

I'm not J.K. Rowling-if I was, this would be written a hell of a lot better, and it would be published professionally.

Chapter 2-Beginnings-Part 1

For you to truly understand me, you should know how I came to be, from the beginning. I was born on October 31, 1979.

There are a few interesting things about this date, to me at least.

First among them, the fact that I am exactly nine months older than Harry Potter, someone who is in many ways my mirror opposite.

Second, the fact that I was born in a year which, if I had been born about two months earlier, would have mandated my attendance at Hogwarts a year earlier than the year I did begin, which was in 1991.

How different so much might have been…

Anyway, the third interesting aspect of my birthdate is that the night of my first birthday was a night of death, pain, and betrayal on a terrible scale. The Dark Lord fell that night, and with him he took James Potter and his wife Lily. Also, the weak betrayer Pettigrew took the lives of twelve Muggles, apparently, then pretended to take his own and cast his old friend Sirius Black as the murderer. He is worthy of nothing but scorn, and is surely headed toward his demise.

I knew nothing of all of this then, of course, and I cannot remember it. I probably could find the memory of my parents' reactions in the recesses of my mind using Occlumency, but I don't want to. That night is in the past, and I am in the present, along with the same Dark Lord, and many of his same followers, who spread all through the nation the same death, pain, fire, betrayal, and fear they did when many of us were just infants.

They have no idea what their arrogance and misguided hatred have done to me, but they will…one day…

So, as you might imagine, my birthday has been quite an eventful day in my Hogwarts career-it seems every year something happens which can, even vaguely, be traced to HIM-and also, Harry Potter. One is never found without the other these days…it could never have been any different, not since my first birthday. Or earlier, if Dumbledore's portrait is to be believed. I don't see any reason not to believe him, as he above all others knows everything about Potter and the Dark Lord there is to know.

One day, hopefully soon, there will be nothing more of him to know.