He walks away from Dumbledore's office, anger and hate burning through his already blackened heart. He tries his best to survive another summer during the war, where the children around him are steadily dying, all dropping dead from influenza, starvation or the odd suicide. Its become a chore to find out who did mot make the night. He knows it's only the result of his superior body, that he is not one of the corpses discarded on the ground.
He has long got rid of any fear, in turn he has no weakness, he should be a perfect being. But, there is one thing he has not achieved. Immortality. The only quality he is missing. The last step to perfection. And he will stop at nothing,to achieve it.
The enemy bombs destroyed the towns, and everywhere Tom Riddle stepped foot in wails and cries were sure to be there, peeking at him, a plea for help, a cry of vengeance. War, took and took until all you had left was a soulless shell. He carried a knife with him everywhere and had killed for resources, he had watched as more and more newborn babies were sent to Wool's orphanage. He saw as mothers carrying babies were refused to leave the newborns in care of the orphanage.
He had long got rid of any fear, but he had gained one over the course of the war. Death.
He stared at the book resting innocently in his hands, he knew it was anything but.
Horcruxes, an evil that no one should ever touch. Tom, however, was not any one. In fact it would be an honour for him to finally create one.
Hagrid, the foolish beast, was easy to put the blame on, and his first Horcrux had been made. A success.
Tom always knew he was different, knew he was special, and that seemed to not be confined to the muggle world.
He was salazar slytherin's descendant. A parselmouth.
And he made another Horcrux and another, until he couldn’t stop. He was losing his mind and he knew it. He knew he should stop, lest he become like Mofin. A disgrace, weak, crazy.
Severus was one of his best, he heard of the prophecy from him and tore it from Severus's mind and put back.
Ever since the night a mere baby defeated Lord Voldemort he had been waiting, waiting until time him to go to Hogwarts.
And all the wait and fights led to this. His downfall. And he had faced his worst nightmare, death and in his last moments remembered where his fear stemmed from and how such a simple wish had transformed into, this.