The first time I was told my blood was dirty, I tried to clean it with soap and water. If only it were that simple; my blood was stained, tarnished, and there was nothing I, or anyone else, could ever do to change it.
My name is Tom Riddle. It's a very ordinary name, a very muggle name to say the least, and I hate it. My name has always been an unbearably mundane label reminding me of the muggle side of myself I so wish to rid myself of.
That's why I was delighted to learn that I was, in fact, related by blood to none other than the great Salazar Slytherin through my maternal side. However, this didn't change the fact that I was still and would always be a half-blood.
At least I wasn't a mudblood
Yes, I'm half-blood and an orphan, and I despise it, but it's better than being a mudblood, right?
The thoughts of the Wizarding War and the Second World War in the muggle world overwhelm my mind as I nervously twiddle with the gold and green badge in my hand. It's my Head Boy pin; I'd received it by owl a few days ago and barely let it out of my grasp ever since. I was one step closer to being perfect - an aspiration that consumed me more and more as each day passed.
I was perfect at first glance, and I could tell by the way people acted around me that they envied me for my successes. People only know what I want them to know.
All they know is that I'm the brightest wizard of our year. That I'm charming and that I'll do great things. And they're right about that. I have ambition.
It's been my ambition that has kept me afloat these eighteen years, and it is consuming me. I crave violent delights and pray to God that they will not have violent ends.
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His Violent Delight - Tom Riddle Fanfiction
FanfictionHarry Potter is dead. The Order of the Phoenix, struggling to survive, sends Amelia Diggory on a suicide mission to retrieve a new prophecy. On this mission, she is killed by none other than Lord Voldemort himself. However, instead of dying, she fac...
