The Darkest Lord

The Nightmare

Harry lay in his bed, tossing and turning yet again. This time though, his nightmare was not of the present but of the past, many many years ago, when Voldemort still walked among wizards as Tom Riddle.

Tom Riddle walked down a road. His pace was quick, for he was not supposed to be there at the time, he was supposed to be in school.

At the end of  the road was a small, dirty looking cottage. Without missing a beat, Tom pointed his wand at the door of the cottage and said "Bombarda." The door was blasted to pieces and Tom stepped into the house.

Inside was a shabby looking man. His beard was dirty and bushy, and it reached all the way down to his stomach. The same went for his hair. The house itself was disgusting. There were broken pots everywhere, rats ran across the floor every few seconds and  the only source of light was from a small window with bars on it.

"Where is it?" he asked the man. The man took one look at him and pulled out his wand.

"You stupid filthy muggle. No doubt it was you who stole away me sister" he said, before firing of a curse at Tom. Tom merely flicked his wand and the curse deflected into the wall, which started to melt when the curse touched it.

"How dare you call me a muggle" Tom snarled at the man, who suddenly looked afraid. "Me? The greatest wizard  since Salazar Slytherin!"

"Y- you looked like him. The rich muggle man that lives in the city. What was his name? Riddle. The name was Riddle. He came and stole me sister away" the shabby man said, still looking a bit frightened.

"The man you speak of  is dead" Tom said. "He was my father." The shabby man snorted.

"And who was your mum? Some filthy witch whore?"

Tom's face went red in anger. He fired a conjuntivitis curse at the filthy man and the man fell to the floor and started pawing his eyes, shrieking in pain.

"My mother was your own sister you stupid, filthy pig. She died giving birth to me because that filthy muggle decided to leave her alone while she was pregnant" Tom sneered. "So I advise you watch your mouth when you speak of her." Tom mercifully flicked his wand the man and he stopped shrieking and got to his feet. His eyes were still red, though.

"You're my nephew?" the man asked surprised.

"Please do not put that thought in my head"  Tom said as he looked around the dirty hovel.

"I know why you have come" the man said. "You want the ring." Tom was silent so the man guessed that he was right.

"Well you're not getting it!" the man said, cackling loudly. "You can't get it!" He continued laughing. Tom just looked at him in disgust. Is this what his family was?

"The ring is with me dad, and he's in Azkaban! Hehehehehehehe!" he giggled.

"I know that" Tom said. "I will be paying your father a visit when I am done with you." The man stopped laughing.

"So why did you come?"  the man asked.

"My mother" Tom said, "before she died, she wrote a letter. To me." The man was silent. "The women at the orphanage told me that. They said that all that was written was a couple words, but that can be sorted out with a quick Aparecium charm, right?  (Aparecium is a revealing charm). The ladies at the orphanage told me they were keeping the letter until I could read. Unfortunately, they said that the letter was stolen. And would you like to know by who?"