The Voldemort Diaries by: The Lovely Miss AnnabethandPercy4Ever

Summary: Read the title, losers! (Kidding!) But seriously, if you want to know what this is about, then read the title. Really. My first real ANGST fic, so be prepared! You all may know me and how none of my stories are really all that serious except for one, but I have it in me! It is a very depressing story, so you have been warned. Side effects may include nausea, dizziness, vomiting, depression, and a strange desire to reread the entire Harry Potter series. This increases with time, so talk with yourself if you really want to take the plunge and read this. Read. Groan. Cover your eyes. This is the diary of the young Tom Riddle, before and after he became Lord Voldemort.

Wow, that summary was AWESOME! Now I need a disclaimer. J. K. ROWLING OWNS HARRY POTTER, YADDA YADDA YADDA. Happy? Why are disclaimers necessary, anyway? It's not like the author hungrily browses this site and searches for stories that don't have a disclaimer! They have better things to do! Or do they...?

On with the story!


Chapter One

Dear So-Called "Diary," which the hideous Mrs. Cole is making me write in,

My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle, and I am eleven years old. I honestly have no inkling whatsoever why I am even writing in you, you insignificant little book, but I am terribly bored, and I have nothing better to do with my miserable life.

In case Mrs. Cole is going to try to spy on me and read this, I won't put anything interesting in for a little while. I don't trust her. Why should I? She treats me like all the other sniveling children, when she should treat me better. For I have a secret, a secret that makes me more powerful than she ever will be. A secret that makes me dangerous, and possibly better than everyone else. Well, I already am better than everyone else. Obviously. But still, I have discovered something about me that sets me apart from all the normal people here.

I don't want to be normal. I want power! I want to be more special than everyone else! And with my abilities, I suppose you could call them, I can do anything! If she doesn't poke her overly large nose into my personal business within three days, I suppose, then she never will. That I am hoping, because I suspect that I may not be able to contain my secret for longer than that.

I expect that I have to go through the usual business of diary-writing, now don't I? My real, full name is Tom Marvolo Riddle, although some people try to call me Thomas, which is just stupid. Tom does not have to be a nickname! It can be a real, full name, as I prove! There is one other boy here, a seven-year-old, who shares my name. Why did my parents have to name me something so hideously common? Couldn't they have made my first name Marvolo? Marvolo Tom Riddle sounds far more powerful than my real name, don't you agree with me? You have to agree with me, because you are an inanimate object!

My hobbies include reading, "playing" with the other children (I'll tell you in three days!), and now writing in this journal. I get my fabulous vocabulary skills by reading books such as Great Expectations, A Tale of Two Cities, and many others that I "borrow" from people. My secret allows me to do that, too.

If you are Mrs. Cole who is reading this now, that shall be the last thing you ever do. I am doing something special, using my secret, to tell me if anyone, save me, even tries to touch this book! Goodbye, trespasser! You will be subject to the wrath of TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE!

Love,

Tom Marvolo Riddle


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