AN: I am hoping that you guys like this fanfiction. The idea evolved in my head after reading through the book series again.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the Characters mentioned within this fanfiction.

Prologue:

He was a part of me. He was the worst part of me. He's always been there prowling about in my mind and instilling these horrid things into my brain. I don't know why he was there or what his intentional purpose was. Maybe it was to destroy me. Maybe it was to remind me of all the shit that happened in my life.

He found me someone to blame. He found me a huge group of people to blame. I accepted all that he told me and I was completely convinced that everything was going to work out the way that he told me. What I didn't know was that it was all just a lie. He was pouring these lies into my brain and I was the willing child that was ready to believe that I could be great someday.

In the end, I guess I was great. I was the great reminder of what turned out to be. I was the great little brat who found a home in the dark arts. I accepted this. I mean, I was the descendant of a mudblood/muggle hater who believed magic should be taught to the pure.

But I wasn't pure. I knew that. I was a half-blood. He had convinced me that I had to shave away that muggle part of me. So, I did just that. Three deaths and I blamed it all on my uncle. What a great person he was turning me to be. But, I felt that this was right. He forced me to believe that he was correct and that this was right.

I felt so powerful and that was what he was looking for.

He was trying to gain more power. I was his tool. He wielded me like a blade, like his wand. For years, he fed me lies and as I grew to believe them as true, I was easily manipulated into killing and destroying. Ever since I was a child, people were afraid of me. People knew that I was a monster. Or, at least they could feel that I was holding a monster inside of me.

If anyone knew what I was going to turn out to be, it was him. He was the one turning my head to become this person that he could use. And that's what he did. The only thing I can say is that I never knew that any of this would happen.

All of those times I killed someone, it was him that did it. I blacked out. He took over.

As he stood there watching that boy with the lighting scar, it was no longer me. I stood besides him ready for him to die. He didn't know it yet, but he would not be the victor in this battle. The Horcruxs that he had me make were no longer there to bring him back.

I wanted to be there the day that he was gone.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. The true me has yet to be told. Let me share with you what I have done, what he has done, what we have done. We'll start with a small boy sitting in his room at the orphanage. He suddenly hears his name. He is being called for something. He stands up and pivots on his heal towards the door. He looked back at the toys on the ground but ran when he heard a piercing yell.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle!"

Me…

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AN: Please Review. I don't know if it's good enough to continue. I'm lacking confidence and need someone to tell me what they think of it. SO, please tell me what you think. I am sure there will be an update. Let's just hope it's good.

~Ted Theodore Logan and Bill S. Preston Esquire