His Mark [Tom Riddle's son] DISCONTINUED

Aileen- Family and Power

His Mark
[Knowledge is Power]

10th June 2016
Friday

I slowly let the letter fall.

My thoughts as blank, as a blank sheet of paper just waiting to be filled with words.

Placing the two heavy books beside me with trembling hands I swallowed hard.

What was that?
What have I just experienced?

Bewildered, I looked at my mother's letter... my mother....
Then I looked back to the two black books, one bearing the sign of the Peverell brothers, and the other... the other with a big hole right through the middle.
But why the sign of the Peverell brothers?
Because my father supposedly descended from them...or why did she choose it?

''And this other book, the one with the hole in the middle...'' I thought aloud.

What had mother called it?

Riddle's diary... A collection of father's thoughts, memories, and soul at some point...

''But it's completely useless to me now.'' I sighed in annoyance.
Even if I tried to fix it once I had the magical knowledge to do so, I don't think that I'd be able to reconstruct the book's essence.

''After all,'' I sigh once again.
''Its soul has been destroyed.'' It's a shame really...

But why was I only getting this now?
Because I'm supposedly old enough to know?
My mind may be more advanced than that of an eleven year old, but still...

''There are some parts of their parents story that no child should ever have to witness...and I just lived through it.'' I murmured yet again, frowning slightly.

I certainly didn't need to live through someones first time, especially seeing as that someone was a girl...and my mother.

Did dear mother ever realise that I was a boy?
She probably didn't have the time to change anything with her being on the run and all...

I had always been an unusual child, too quiet for my age, too polite and well behaved, all in the hopes of getting out of that wretched Orphanage.
How could I ever have imagined that the qualities I was so often praised for by the workers from the Orphanage, would also be the reasons that would make future adoptive parents shy away from me?

And now, after all these years.
The cold and lonely nights at the orphanage.
All the foster parents who gave up on me after a few days, with the excuse that I acted too mature for my age, or that they couldn't afford a private school that a truly gifted child like me would need.

I finally found out who my father was...
He was one of the most feared dark wizards of the 19th century and far beyond that!
Not even Salazar Slytherin had dared to venture onto Horcruxes.

I had asked Momo, a green and silver snake who has been my only companion since I was a small child, who my father was on numerous occasions, but all he ever told me was a name:
''Tom Marvolo Riddle...'' I murmured in disgust.

I can't take on the Riddle family name like my mother requested...not that I ever wanted to use it in the first place, but after learning about the story behind it, learning about the man that my father was, all I can associate with that name is repulsion.
I'm disgusted of sharing the same bloodline as Tom Marvolo Riddle, a man who used all means at his disposal to gain power...power...that is something I want as well, something I cra- no, not crave I need power, each and every cell in my body screamed for power.
But I will never step as low as that man, there is no need to sacrifice millions of lives to quench my thirst for power...there are other ways to do that...

I'm going to a world where every woman and child fears the man that was Lord Voldemort...

To the wizarding community I would be the son of a villain, a monster, the epitome of pure evil if they ever found out who I really am...
Merlin forbid that they'd think I wanted to follow into my dear father's footsteps.

Suddenly pure despair rolled across me making it harder to breathe.

Air.
I need air!

Panicked, I walked briskly into the adjoining bathroom and splashed my face with cold water.
Once had calmed down a bit, I sat down on the bathroom floor and stared determined down at my clenched fists.

I'm a pureblood wizard...
I'm not Muggle born, nor am I half blood.

I thought to myself whilst my hand automatically reached for the silver necklace around my neck underneath my shirt.

'At least now you know,' I heard the hissing voice of my pet snake Momo echo through my head.

'You're taking this extremely well,' he continued, whilst emerging from his hiding place under the sink.

'The first time I spoke to you, you almost fell from the tree you were climbing.'

'I was five years old and suddenly started hearing voices inside my head,' I thought back at him in what I hoped was an sarcastic tone.

'Say, you never told me why you were guarding this...' I said whilst pulling the necklace from under my shirt.

'At the Riddle residence...' I continued whilst looking at him sharply.

'Well my mother ha-'' he broke off as he saw me raise an eyebrow.
'Nagini had told me to look after it and it's rightful heir...' He continued.

'So it was pure luck that I stumbled upon you...' I sighed deeply.

'Well yes and no...I would have eventually gone looking for you...'

''Of course you would...but putting that aside for the moment...,'' I said narrowing my eyes at the green and silver snake lounging on my jacket.

''What are you doing in the bathroom?''

'Reminding you that you're supposed to go to Diagon Alley soon...' He answered in a bored, slightly uncomfortable tone.

'I do hope so,' I thought back at him in a threatening tone as I stood up.

'For your own good.'
And with that I left the bathroom ,closing the door behind me.

A/N:
I've attached a picture of how Aileen looks during his teens, after cutting his hair.
Hope you liked this chapter.

Much love
Jamz