A/N: I wrote this at 3.30 am, so it can be really weird. I hope you like it, I nearly got myself killed when passed by parents room.^_^.

Disclaimer: If you'd be clever enough, you'd notice that all the caracters are mine *grin*. OK,OK , it's not mine, it's the lady's that's just shoting me her best death glare, the fabulous, astonishing, awesome, dazzling... etc J.K. Rowling!!!

On with the story, now.

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He sat down on a large stone which was laying there as if it was made to be sat on. "I don't understand why everything is happening to me. Why is my life alredy so miserable, it still hasn't even started." The answer came in a split of a second. And it filled him with pain in the very moment he thought of it. " My father" It was so simple, really..."If he wouldn't have left my mother, she would still be alive... I'm sure that the only reason she's not here anymore is him, Tom Riddle. The idiot that gave me his name... Why did she love him? She knew she could get no better from a Muggle." he said, or more like spat, out loud "The idiot!!!"

Three years ago, on a trip to Hogsmeade, Tom accidentally found himself in a large destroyed mansion that was the one where his mother lived. He found there loads of pictures of his father, mother, and, most importantly, his mother's diary. That was the way he had learnt everything about his parents.

He sat there for a while, playing with a stone and thinking about his father. Suddenly, he felt so cold that he couldn't even blink. He wasn't capable of making a single move.

And then he saw it.

'It' was a giant snake at least seven feat long, standing in front of him and staring at him with its red eyes. Its pupils were like these of a cat, vertical and frightening, giving him goosebumps at the very sight. Tom stood there wanting to scream out with horror, but at the same time couldn't take his eyes away from the strange yet fascinating creature. He saw himself moving towards the snake. He couldn't control his own moves, his own thoughts.

'So' hissed the snake' the ancient profecy was true. And I've got the proof of it right in front of my eyes.'

'W-who are you?' answered Tom. 'What do you want from me?'

'My name's Nemessis, and I'm living in the body of my servant, Nagini. I was waiting for you all these years because of your strong ability to hate. To truely hate. ' It said. Tom recognised that it was speaking in Parseltongue, that was why he could understand it; ' You still don't know how to use this gift correctly, but I'll help you to find it out...'

'I-I don't understand what are you talking about.' said Tom, and immediatly thought about Mr. Smith, one of his former 'teachers' in the orphan house where he lived during the summer holidays. He could still see the images of Mr. Smith caning him until he was bleeding, beating him without any reason and locking him in a small room without anything to eat for whole days. He knew that Tom couldn't use his powers on him because he wasn't allowed to perform magick during the holidays. If he would, he'd be expelled and that would mean living in the Muggle World for the rest of his life. And Tom wouldn't stand it.

"Yes, yessss...remember the feeling, Tom... Remember what you wanted to do to him..."the snake , apparently called Nemessis looked delighted " I wasn't wrong, you are the one I was waiting for all these years... You will bring back all what I was standing for, you will make me more powerful then I ever was..."

Tom barely heard what the snake was talking about. His mind was full of memories, images he thought he managed to get rid of for ever. But no, they were still there, and they made him feel furious.

Suddenly, the snake started to glow. Tom heard a voice in his head saying: "You know why you're so unhappy, why you didn't have a normal childhood like every other kid... It's your father... It's all your fathers' fault...He is the one who killed your mother, who made your life so miserable... And you know why?"

The Slytherin felt a strange mixture of anger and hatred filling him. The feeling was so strong that it almost hurt.

"Because he's a Muggle..."

"He's a Muggle" repeated Tom , as a child in first grade who learns his abc's.

"All Muggles are like that" hissed the snake

"They are all like that." echoed Tom.

"You know what you must do to get your revenge?" asked Nemessis

"I need to kill him" said Tom.

The answer to all his problems... It was so simple, so obvious...The young man was surprised that he never thought about that before. The bastard who killed his mother doesn't have the right to live...

"Only death can bring relief... Only hatred can make you feel alive..." Continued the snake, as if to itself. It was strange, really, the way it was talking about hatred and death.

Tom saw himself killing his father, and he felt strangely... satisfied. "He is not the only one who made you suffer..." said the voice, in an impatient tone. The seventh year boy saw himself murdering Minerva.

"Nooooooo!!!"he shouted, and felt as if he woke up from a strange kind of dream. But the snake was still there... Tom understood that Nemessis was controling his thoughts in order to make him hate everything and everybody. Like a sort of very powerful Imperius Curse. He made a move, trying to run away from the snake that wanted him to hate for some reasons he still didn't know. But the creature was faster then him.

"You won't go away like that ,Tom Marvolo Riddle... I waited too long..." Tom saw his father leaving his mother, fear and disgust written all over his face, the tears of his mother... He felt a big need to kick, bite, strangle, even kill the one who caused those tears.

The snake started to glow so much, the light that surrounded him changed to a cloud of emerald green smoke. It seemed to burst in flames, and then went into Tom's body. He was howling with pain, the feeling was agonising. It was much worse then a simple Cruciatus Curse, it was far more powerful. The the pain stopped as suddenly as it started.

"From now on, we will be one, young Tom...We will make all the people that made us suffer suffer even worse. Starting, of course, with your father...But we can't wear the same name as that stupid Muggle now, can't we?"

"I would be very grateful if you would stop thinking for me. I know exactly what I wanna do" Tom thought back coldly to the new part of himself. He pulled out his wand, and a piece of green riggon shot out of its end. It said: Tom Marvolo Riddle. He thought for a while, flicked his wand making the letters move.

"I am Lord Voldemort."

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A/N: Ta-daa!!! I finished it. If anyone will review this part and tell me he liked it, I will maybe write the Tom/Minerva background to this story... Or make it a series... I really don't know, you people (reviewers ^_^) are the ones who decide. So please tell me: hated it, liked it? Want me to write more? I hope you do. Well, review, review...

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