Fan Fiction Of Tom Riddle (Voldemort)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fan Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


A crazy fan of Harry Potter? Know the back story of Tom Riddle (Voldemort) in this wonderful fan-fiction.


Tom Riddle was always a bitter and sour boy. His parents loved him, but for return, he was always mean to them. Tom had something which was a quality which nobody had. He could move things without even touching them, and he could talk parseltongue, the language of the snakes.  

When he went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry nobody wanted to be his friends. He sat alone at the lunch table. When he was angry, he would go to a special place called the Phandelver. He needed to speak parseltongue, and when he went inside he would see snakes slithering around in this two-roomed size place. There he would speak to the snakes which comforted him. Around five years passed nothing unique.

Then, in his last year of school, he met Dumbledore as he was roaming around to drop things on people. Dumbledore knew Tom was special, and he could predict the future. After all, he was his teacher for Dark magic. Tom had always done well in that lesson.

“Tom, let's have a small fight together to see how much you have learned in my dark magic class. I hope you do well” said Dumbledore in a firm tone.

Tom was confused and agitated . Why did he have to fight me? He was eager to throw some anger out of him. Without a moment he zapped his wad and said ‘Accio’.

Dumbledore who wasn’t expecting for that quickly reflexed, and said ‘Alarte Ascendare.'

They both fought each other, but in the last Dumbledore without meaning to said ‘Albus Dumbledore's Forceful Spell’

Tom wasn’t ready for that spell, and it hit him. That made a burn through his leg.

“Sorry Tom! I did that by mistake. Please don’t be angry with me. Here is no spell for this. Let’s go to the nurse!” said Dumbledore worried.

He carried Tom on his shoulder. Right, then Tom kicked him and ran to the garden. Dumbledore tried after him, but he couldn’t catch up with him. He started to churn up a storm with his wand.

“I will be named Lord Voldemort, The Dark Lord!” shouted Tom Riddle in a screechy voice.

 

 

 


Submitted: December 16, 2016

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