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My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle, the heir of Salazar Slytherin. I am considering on making this book a Horcrux. I am willing to answer any questions, even from muggle filth like you, to preserve the soul of m...
@Crystal_54 asked: "Dear Tom M. Riddle, Considering the following. Why haven't you become an author? We could use some more Tom x Hermione Fanfics. And of course, if you wrote it, the personality would be perfect. (Just like your cheekbones...) <3 Patiently waiting, Crystal_54." ~•~•~•~•~ *Owldemort delivers yet another gold-lined important-looking letter to you*
Dear @Crystal_54,
I have not considered being an author. However, in my Hogwarts years, I have dabbled in a bit of poetry. Here is one of the poems I wrote when I was younger, about my experiences growing up in an orphanage and finding Hogwarts. Forgive me if it sounds rather emotionally depressing.
-•-•-•-•- Untitled By Tom Marvolo Riddle
Rejection. A kind of excommunication From these Mudbloods- A contamination.
The word they used to describe me: Different- Not in a good way. But I feel indifferent.
An orphanage Is a a place of nothingness. Unfeeling all, Except the emptiness.
These empty days grew emptier Until I was eleven. Until I went to Hogwarts From the first year to Year Seven.
Hogwarts Seemed like a dream. And my future, at last, Practically seemed to gleam.
Then I discovered something: Power. And that there is no one good or evil. Only the ones who claim it or cower.
I promised myself One day That I would make Those filthy Muggles pay.
So I opened the Chamber. I released the beast. The fear began to spread And the power began to feast.
Then I met someone. A girl. She understood me And my plans began to whirl.
But she did not share my perspective. She believed in something else. Blood-status didn't matter, At least, that's what she tells.
At first I began to believe her. Then I did not. When a Muggle came and hurt her And left her there to rot.
She did not have her wand Because no magic outside of school. When the drunken Muggle pulled the trigger- It wasn't much of a duel.
Her death cannot be undone by magic Because the bullet pieced her heart. She ceased to exist any longer And my thoughts began to depart.
How could she leave me by myself? How could she die, just like that? How could a Muggle end her, Like she was nothing more than a rat?
I admit that now I am scared Of dying. They say it is inevitable But I know they're really lying.
There is a way, in fact, To avoid the end of life. I split my soul into pieces Like bread with a knife.
I think of her sometimes. Her happy, cheerful smile. But I don't want to remember. Remembering isn't worthwhile.
I hate these Mudbloods. They will soon decline. I will take away what is theirs As they've taken what is mine. -•-•-•-•-
*looks away* You learn something new everyday.
Sincerely, Tom Marvolo Riddle
P.S. I will consider making Tom x Hermione Fanfictions. Not saying I will, but I will think about it.
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