The VPMWPV
Written by: Hoshihikari
Summary: This is the prequel, the first installment to the trilogy that will be centered and focused around "The Reign of Darkness." The story focuses on the life of the VPMWPV and the world as they see it. What really pushed them to become who they are? What caused them to do what they did? After all, no one is born evil, but may become this way because of their surroundings. Basically the following quote sums it all up, giving enough information to make its own statement and raise its own questions such as what really happened to drive the six people to take on the road into Darkness?
"We are all victims….Victims of this world. We were different from everyone else. We were special. Raised in a world unsuitable for us. We did not choose to be bitten, famous, genius nor did we choose to be orphans, disowned or abused. We were innocent, and helpless. The world never gave us a hand. It sat back and relaxed. From the very start, we were labeled as dangerous and hazardous to the world. This world did not understand us, let alone help us."
"This world is not made for us. It does not want us. It fears us, and our specialties. You ask us Albus….you dare ask us Why! Well I'll tell you! It's because of you and people like you! Why don't you look inside yourself? The answer is right in front of you!"
James Potter in "The Reign of Darkness"
Parings: original pairings of that time period
Author Note: Hello everyone! I'm back! This it the prequel to "The Reign of Darkness"! The story focuses on the life of the VPMWPV and the world as they see it, through their eyes. Indeed it has been a while, but I just had to get this out! Thanks for those who had been patently waiting for either a prequel of sequel (which I WILL do, after the completion of this.) Yes, this will be Part one of a trilogy (don't have a title for it yet, but will come up with one soon, maybe some ideas) Anyways hope you all enjoy it!
Note: "…." talk Italic thoughts/dreams /…/ Parseltongue Snake language underlinetext/letter/writings bold/italicslyrics from songs
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Chapter 1 RiddleHe stood there, frozen rooted to his spot. The rain poured down upon him in buckets while thunder rocked his ears and lightening provided the only source of light. Three years, after three long years, more then half of his life time, he had done it. At last, he had fulfilled his ambition, his life long ambition and now it seemed meaningless to live on, although his life had barely begun.
Five year old Tom Riddle was drenched in blood; fresh, warm, crimson blood which the weather could not cleanse him of. Wrapped around his body providing him warmth and comfort was a snake, rivaling the size of himself, which he had no hesitation in calling his family. A distance away was a body, killed mercilessly (as merciless as a five year old could be), after being painstakingly hunted down for three years by his own son for abandoning his mother, the man's wife after finding out that she was a 'freak'. Yes, that was what he described her as, with his own words to a son that he never knew. A son who would have died if the snake hadn't taken him in as its own and raised him as its own, after the death of his mother from childbirth.
/Shh, my child. It is all right. Your father deserved it. He got what he deserved, after what he did…/
/I know Nagini, I know/ Tom replied, stroking his guardian and caretaker. The snake lifted her head to study him, its eyes questioning him, unconvinced. After all, this was his first kill. Finally, Tom spoke again.
/He had it easy, too easy. Leading me on a cat and mouse chase, and then getting the easy way out./ The boy sneered. /He should have been ripped, limb from limb and then hung on a tree for the birds to feed./ He continued. As he spoke, the more excited he got. Nagini slowly untangled herself from him, and he began to work, bear hands, doing exactly what he had said. When he was done, and somehow he had managed, though how, he wasn't even sure himself; his father's body was hanging from a nearby tree, it's dissemble body parts scattered everywhere. The boy stepped back, stared at his masterpiece for two full minutes before throwing his head back and laughed.
His laughter hadn't fully died down when the sounds of pops around him distracted the snake, but not the boy. The snake jerked her head up, and seemed to listen. Her sudden movement alerted her master, and he stopped laughing, only to hear footsteps approaching him, many footsteps.
It would be a sight to remember for the people who had come to witness it. The stood still, staring in awe at the crime scene. Of course they hadn't expected anything less from the last living heir to Slytherin himself, as even Grindlewald, the current Dark Lord of the time, was to said to have feared this family as he persecuted and executed all descendents of this family, which at last caused Tom's mother to have fled to the Muggle world to hide, but still none of them, not even their leader had expected anything of this magnitude.
Tom stared at the newcomers. There were about six of them, but standing around him in a full circle that would have prevented him from escape, not that he wanted to escape. He could feel Nagini wrap herself around him, protectively, flicking her upper portion of her body out in a very defensive stance.
One of the newcomers did something and a sudden burst of light illuminated the area. It was a fast movement so that even though the others followed in the person's lead, it was too fast for Tom to know exactly what was occurring. He took a step back, knowing that Nigini could feel his discomfort.
"Tom Riddle?" One of the older men came forward. To Tom it was clear that this man was their leader. He had a long graying beard and eyes that reflected the wisdom gained through the years.
"Who are you and how do you know my name?" Tom asked in broken English, taking another stepped back as a hand was offered to him.
"My name is Albus Dumbledore. I am here to help you. These" he gestured to the others, "are my friends. They too are here to help." A pause. "I know your grandfather, and he's been…"
That was it, that was all it took for Tom to know that these were his enemies. After all, he had just killed his father, and if his grandfather was anything like his father, although he had never given the thought that he had one, he would despise him just the same. If these people were friends of his grandfather, which was highly likely, then it would make them his enemy as well.
"I don't need your help. I lived five bloody years alone with only Nigini as my companion, what makes you think I can't continue like this?" Tom said, flicking the hand away. Dumbledore's face darkened, and then turned to his companions who seemed just as helpless as he himself was. He quickly took in his surroundings again, before turning back to Tom.
"I can help you out of this mess you created." He gestured at the dead body. "I will not ask how this has come to be. I am only here to help Tom. I can give you a family. I can give you a home."
/What do you think Nigini/ Tom asked, shocking the others more that he was a parselmouth, although it shouldn't have been a surprise. The man, Dumbledore frowned, as it appeared that the boy was much more fluent taking to a snake then to people.
/I do not trust them. I have no idea what business this man speaks up./
Tom opened his mouth to reply, but paused when Nigini continued.
/However, I do not see that you have an alternate choice. You are not in a very good position. Do not trust man. However use them and bend them to your will, the way I am sure they will try and bend yours. Never trust man, my child. They are different and selfish and will only work for their own gain./
Tom's eyebrows furrowed into a look of obvious mistrust before brightening. "Very well. I see that I have not much of a choice./
Dumbledore smiled tentatively. "Come then." Tom nodded and stepped forward. When Nagini followed, there were obvious protests from the others. "Nigini will stay with me." Tom said slowly, making it very clear glaring at those who dare protest.
Albus merely gave a wearily smile, giving a nod which was taken as an OK signal to do so. "Come, my boy" With that, Tom let himself be lead a way, not giving a second thought to the odd method in which they traveled through, (portkey) or where they were going.
"I object" The group seated around the office turned to stare at the new arrival. The man slowly made his way forward, his wooden leg clunking at a steady beat. As he approached, one of his eyes bounced out of its socket, and swirled madly through the gathered, pausing at each person and examining them constantly.
"Constant Vigilance" he screamed, pounding both fists on the table as if to strength his point.
"Alastor" Dumbledore greeted, unfazed by the man's actions. "What would you have me do then?"
"I've been watching the boy." Moody growled, indicating his eye, meaning that he hadn't physically met the boy yet, but had seen him nevertheless.
"Riddle must be destroyed, killed now at the very least. By being Slytherin's heir, he's a threat to society itself. There's no point in keeping that snake alive." Some heads bobbed up and down agreeing to this man's view. "By offering him your generosity he'll only take it in as your stupidity, harvest every moment he gets to strike back."
"There is no reason to bel…." Dumbledore was cut off again by Moody.
"There needs not to be a reason." Alastor said calmly. "They're all the same. Every single one that's been tainted the slightest by Evil. Tom will be no different. The Slytherin blood runs strongly within him. For heaven's sake, he killed his own father, at the age of 5! What innocent, non blood thirsty creature would do that? Why would Grindlewald go after the entire family to slaughter then until they become extinct? He fears that name, he fears the one who will one day crush him."
"The boy is still innocent." Dumbledore spoke softly. "Everyone makes mistakes. He is young, and not fully yet corrupted by the world around him." Then the old man's eyes sparkled. "Like you said, he may very well be the solution to Grindlewald. Why destroy such a wea…"
"He will never be your weapon. You will never be able to turn him against his natural evil that runs so deeply within his veins. Destroy him now, when you have the chance. You do not wish to fight a double battle."
There was no time to reply. At that moment, the door opened again. Everyone but Dumbledore and Alastor turned to see who it was, as the two was still glaring at each other.
"Sir? You wish to speak with me?" Young Tom's voice said causally, as though oblivious that he had walked into a very important meeting concerning his future.
"Yes" Dumbledore said, standing, and conjuring a chair. Tom watched, fascinated though he made no comment regarding it. "Sit down my boy, sit down." Tom slowly did as he was told, looking suspiciously around at those around him. "Would you like something to drink? Tea? Butterbear? Milk? Perhaps water?"
"Butterbear" Tom replied instantly, curious to what it was as he had never heard of it in his entire life. Dumbledore nodded, before conjuring it before him. Tom silently thanked the man, before sipping it cautiously. The most incredible sensation filled him. Warmth spread from his stomach to his limbs, before his spirit seemed to fly away from his physical body. Then slowly his eyes diluted and rolled back in its socket, as his body swayed.
"Veritaserum" Moody acknowledged once the potion was in play. "I'll say, a bit non Gryffindorish and very un- Dumboreish of you to use this method of interrogation on a five year old innocent boy, as though he's a high rank Death Eater. Now who's being paranoid?"
Dumbledore ignored the comment, as he sat down before Tom, and began asking questions.
"Can you hear me?"
"Yes" a monotone voice peeped out.
"What is your name?"
"Tom Marvolo Riddle?"
"Did you kill your father?"
"Yes"
"Why?"
"He left my mother when he found out her secret."
"What secret?"
"I do not know. Nigini never told me."
"Nigini, who is that?"
"My guardian, the snake who claims to be a prized possession of my mother, born, two years before I was born, the day my mother died, giving birth to me."
"The snake, is your family?"
"Yes. She raised me in a forest in Albania. Told me of my mother, and how my father left her, a woman whom he considered a 'freak'."
"How did you end up in Little Hangleton. I believe they are quite a distance apart."
"Yes. Distance mattered to me not. Since the day I've begun to walk, I've been out searching for my father. To dig him out of the far corners of the earth and avenger my mother, make him pay for what he did to her. He had abandoned my mother, who could not have possibly taken care of herself at the time he left her, as she was six moths due. He had abandoned me. Nigini recalled that he had come back, about two days, for what reason I am not sure. However, he was there, before me, but had decided to let me rot and die. After three long years of chasing him, a game of cat and mouse, at last I've accomplished my goal in which I've devoted my entire being into."
"Accidental Magic?"
"No. There is no such a thing as Magic. If there was, my father would have died a long time ago, as well as those people who are like him. None of them deserve to live."
The group looked at each other, obviously not expecting this thing.
"However, I do believe that the supernatural does exist, that sometimes things are fated the way it is. How else can it be that I've had to endure such hardships at such a young age? Life is unfair. Those in power, the way my father had above me and my mother, stay in power and take the pleasure in abusing their power. Men in power are nothing more then an overgrown bully, stealing lollipops from the defenseless children. Only when they are overpowered, do they plead and cower, the way my father did, pleading to a five year old for his life. Yes, Power, that is the answer, that is my answer to everything."
Uneasiness passed through those in the group.
Dumbledore continued at this rate. Asking and having questions answered. When he was done, he relieved the spell in which Tom was placed under. Tom stared up at him, and for a moment his face was blank. He seemed disorientated, as that is how the truth potion left a person, leaving no marks upon the interrogated that hinted of information ever being distracted from them.
"Tom, I've called you as I have found a home for you to stay in. An orphanage has kindly accepted you into its home. They have agreed to welcome you tomorrow morning." Dumbledore said softly. "I have asked about Nigini being allowed. They have agreed on condition that it does no harm to anyone and will not cause destruction."
"Yes sir. Thank you sir."
Dumbledore nodded, before dismissing him to pack and to get ready to leave in the morning. Having dealt with Tom, Dumbledore continued the meeting with the other adults, regarding other matters.
The sun shone brightly, heating his skin so that warmth was around him. Nigini was wrapped protectively around his upper body so that she looked like a shield. Earlier that day Dumbledore had dropped him off here, in which he had learn was in the center of London. The building which loomed before him was fairly new, a three story apartment dressed with a white overcoat.
He rang the doorbell, once and then twice, and then two more times before an old lady came to answer the door, opening it half way. Upon seeing her, Tom was reminded of those old grandmothers who would sit and knit by the fire, although even for that she looked too old to be one.
"Hello, How may I help you" she asked.
"My name is Tom, Tom Riddle."
The door opened fully now. The woman smiled, nodding. "Come, come in child. My name is Perenelle Flamel and I'm the head of this orphanage. Welcome to your new home."
Tom smiled, and for the first time, the woman's presence made him feel welcomed. Turning his back to the past, he stepped in, and for the first time, eager to meet his future.
So how was it? It is not entirely based on what really happened, but has the basic outlines of Tom Riddle's past from the time of this birth to the orphanage. Tell me what you think! Remember to Review!