Voldemort returns and is intent on revenge, preventing the prophecy from coming true and ensuring his reign over the wizarding world. But everything changes when he realizes the girl who lived, his ultimate nemesis...is actually a Horcrux...
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A Glimpse into the Past
In July of 1942, Tom Riddle embarked on a quest to uncover the truth about his origins. Armed with only his name—Tom Marvolo Riddle—he delved into extensive research hoping to trace his lineage. Despite scouring countless resources at Hogwarts for any mention of his father's name, he continued to hit dead ends.
However, during his investigation into ancient wizarding bloodlines, he stumbled upon the House of Gaunt...the last remnants of the great Salazar Slytherin's descendants. Morfin Gaunt, the sole surviving member of the pureblood family, caught Tom's attention, because his Morfin's father's name was Marvolo Gaunt... was it only a coincidence that his own middle name was Marvolo?
The Gaunts were known for their unique skill: Parseltongue...the ability to communicate with snakes. It all clicked. This had to be his family, as he too possessed this rare gift.
Determined to confirm his legacy, sixteen-year-old Tom set out to visit Morfin Gaunt, hoping to unravel the secrets of his true identity. Little did he know that this encounter would lead him down a dark and twisted path, forever altering the course of his destiny.
Tom Riddle's journey led him to the remote village of Little Hangleton, where the Gaunt family home stood on the outskirts, nestled amidst a thicket of woods. The ancestral home had fallen into disrepair, reduced to a dilapidated shack. Overgrown nettles choked its perimeter, and moss clung to its timeworn walls. The roof sagged, its rafters exposed—a testament to neglect and decay. Even in its prime, this dwelling would never have impressed anyone.
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Despite the foreboding sight, Tom's determination remained unshaken. He knocked on the door and pushed it open, stepping into the dim interior. The air hung heavy with dampness, and the kitchen greeted him with chaos. Pots and pans lay strewn about, their surfaces encrusted with months of grime. Rotten, moldy food sat on a plate atop the small kitchen table. Cobwebs adorned the corners of the room, and dust and grime coated every available surface, from the kitchen to the adjoining living room.
