A/N: I own nothing, JKR does.
Tom awoke in his quiet little flat in Scotland. He had an odd dream and his future no longer seemed so questionable. He wasn't sure exactly what he needed to do, but it felt as though part of his destiny lay at his old School Hogwarts. It made him wonder what he had become, he had been so successful at this school, but then he had left and all his career plans had failed. Because no one had been brave enough to join in him quest for blood-purity, at least not yet.
He got in the shower and quickly dressed after cleaning himself off. Screw his job at Borgin and Burkes, he had got what he wanted from that. The Cup, the Locket and the Whereabouts of the Diadem. He was returning to Hogwarts for an attempt at the job of defence against the dark arts professor. When he arrived, he was quite shocked to learn that Armando Dippet, his old headmaster had retired and that Dumbledore who loathed him was now headmaster. After a long heated argument with him that had turned hostile, Albus finished the discussion
"I'm sorry Tom, but I do not find you suited for teaching this position at this time after several incidents occurred with you during your time at Hogwarts."
"No, but sir, Professor Dippet would've wanted this for me-"Tom began but Dumbledore cut him off once again
As I recall Tom, you tended towards the dark arts and Framed Rubeus Hagrid for the opening of the Chamber of Secrets. And you also killed that girl Myrtle, with the Basilisk. I am headmaster now, Professor Dippet is not, Thank-you for applying but, goodbye Tom." And with that he closed the door on Tom's rage filled face.
"I curse you and this entire school Albus Dumbledore, no one will be able to fill that position for over one year. And then you will have to hire me!" Tom said while drawing an intricate symbol in the air with his wand. He turned on his heel and left the building with a triumphant sneer on his face.