V O I D [Tom Riddle]

Prologue

December 6, 2010.

"Daddy?" His eyes glance from the piles of papers and books on his desk to his four years old son who is now standing in his doorway. "Yes?" He smile at the sight of his son. He is holding his wooden sword that is pointed into the floor. He looks innocent. So young and innocent. Thinking about how his sweet son has to live in this hell of a world has hurt him. He doesn't know what would happen to his son in the future, he doesn't know about what obstacles he will have to face, what pain he will have to go through, and what loss he will have to endure from. If only he could change that.

"The rain, i'm scared. Can you sing me to sleep?" The little boy asked, and so he did. He did it right away. His son is one of his weaknesses. You can see it through his eyes. You can see it from how he look at him. He can't say no to him. If he could get him the stars that he always talks about, he will give it to him.

He is not a singer. Even one can tell that he has an ordinary voice. Nothing that would make everyone lost their words. But the love that his son feels through his voice calmed him from the storm that is raging outside. And as soon as he started singing, the little boy fell asleep.

He smile at the sight of his son, making sure that he is protected from the cold breeze with a warm blanket and kissed his forehead before he left the room. Once he did, he closed the door and took a walk on the the dimmed lights hallway.

And soon, he found his bedroom with the door slightly open, giving him the access to see a beautiful woman that is sleeping in his bed. If only he can say that she is sleeping peacefully, but instead she is sweating and her eyes is squinted as if she is holding her pain. His eyes filled with sadness at the sight of it. His wife sickness is getting worse and he knows he can't deny it.

And so he closed the door and continuing his long walks with the kitches as his destination. He made himself a coffee to be his company this night. He had a lot of work to do and it is stressing him. It is adding more thoughts for him to think about that if he even had one more things to think about, his head will surely explode.

Which thankfully it is just him being overdramatic, because if he don't his head already exploded by now. He stopped walking and his eyes stares blankly at the big portrait in the wall. Another thoughts crossed his mind as he saw a portrait of his grandfather. He is a great man and he is still mourning after him everyday. How he wishes he can turn back time and spend more time with him. And once he saw his eyes. Even more thoughts filled his minds. Memories. Lots of memories, and one story that the whole world should know. His eyes widden at the thoughts of that story. Now he remember.

He makes his way back to his office, sprinting in the hallways, not caring if the cup of a dark and bitter liquid drop from his hands. As soon as he arrived on his destination, He placed his coffee on his desk and remove the papers that was once on his table but now scattered on the floors.

He stared at the window behind his desk for awhile. He stared into the void. Into the dark night sky. The sky that the day before he gazed at with the stars scatters along it with his son is now just a void that is one in awhile adorned by the lightning. It is beautiful in a terrifying way. It was as if the god is crying and screaming for whatever reason that is hurting him.

He opened a cabinet on his desk and his hands grab on a journal. A dark brown journal that is not adorned by letters. And with that he took his quill, dipping it into a black ink. He let out a loud sigh before he started filling the empty pages with letters.

When i was on my teenage years, i was a cold hearted brat. I won't
deny it. I'm not that type of person
who will cry just because of a
sad ending on a book.
It was not easy to make me cry.

But one day, my grandfather, Abraxas Malfoy, told me a story. He is a strong man. But experiencing this story, seeing as everything finally fall out of place, broke his heart. The pain he felt was unreal. But the agony that the main character felt was inhuman.

They lost an amazing person that day. My grandfather said he is even willing to trade his life with hers if he could. They would do anything to bring her back to life, but they couldn't. It is fighting against mother nature. And so they can do nothing but accept the bitter truth.

Life is unfair and everyone knows it.

They finally moved on. But the scars on his heart from the pain that he felt from losing her won't ever fade. He finally accepted that he lost her. But that doesn't mean that he don't want a revenge.

Like how this story breaks my grandfather's heart. It breaks mine as well. It makes my heart shattered into pieces.

It makes me realize about how one person have the effect to either change the world into a better place, or change it into a nightmare.

I am Draco Malfoy.
And i'm going to tell you
a story about how countless memories made out of friendships,
a story about how love makes you willing to do anything to drag that one person away from the darkness, and how a heartbreak can turn you into the darkest version of yourself.

This is a story, about Tom Riddle, or more known as Voldemort. The dark lord.