Motivation ⌁ Tom Riddle ✔

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Becoming Head Boy and a Prefect was the beginning of my success. I yearned for more, though. Success was my number one goal. Nothing else in world mattered to me at the time and I must say, it was wonderful that nothing had gotten in the way.

Until my seventh year.

But a good thing to remember is that the trust of one's innocence is another liars most useful tool. Having the talent to control what happens with the click of your fingers was victorious. I knew mine was. Power had only been two steps ahead of me, and I was nearing it quite quicker than I had expected. I never had anybody take the fall for me. I never needed anybody's help to figure out what I needed or what was best for me.

Until I met that frail girl with the lemon-coloured hair. Everybody was afraid of me, and that was what I'd preferred. It let me know I was feared and fear was ones weakness. And knowing ones weakness meant it was easier to destroy. The girl whom I judged as pathetic and hopeless had no idea what I was capable of and she had no idea I could have snapped each and every one of her bones with just a small movement of my wand. But something intrigued me, something had me wondering.

And that something tampered with everything.