“So Tom, when are we
going?” asked a skinny blond haired boy sinking into a chair in the corner.
“Keep your voice
down Melvin. You don’t want to draw attention now do you?” answered Tom. Now in
his sixth year Tom Riddle is quite taller and more filled out then when he
first came to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. With piercing gray
eyes set in an angular face framed by black hair most of the younger students
were afraid of him. Though a few, both younger and older, were willing to
follow him as he dabbled in the Dark Arts.
“My Lord, what’s
the word?” whispered a third boy as he joined Tom and Melvin.
one-thirty. We have to wait until most everyone has gone to bed. And no more
than three at a time, we don’t need to call attention to ourselves,” came Tom’s
whispered replay though he never took his eyes off his potions homework.
outside the front doors at one-thirty Tom, Melvin and Arlen saw the first group
come out of the castle. Without saying anything Tom flicked his wand and a line
of tiny lights lit up on the ground. The group left following the lights and
soon there were more groups coming out and disappearing into the night.
It was almost two
before Tom’s small group headed into the night. The lights went out as they passed.
The lit path led into the Forbidden Forest, but none of them were afraid. When
the path ended they were in a clearing where those that had gone before were
already in a circle. There was an opening that Tom moved into flanked on either
side by Melvin and Arlen.
“The time has come
for me to denounce my stupid muggle father’s name and take on my own. From this
time on when we are together you will address me as Lord Voldemort.
“Those who follow
me will be rewarded. Those who turn from this ever-growing circle will live to
regret it. Does everyone understand?”
All around the
circle heads nodded in agreement. Everyone had their hood up to hide their face
since there were only three people in the group who knew the identity of all
those gathered and because of this it was wiser not to speak.
“As heir of
Salazar Slytherin I intend to continue what my ancestor started. I plan to rid
the world of Mudbloods.
“Yes, it was I who
set the monster loose last year. It is too risky to do so anymore, so we won’t
be able to purge Hogwarts. But the rest of the world is open to us.
“Until such time
as I can procure a more suitable place we will have our meetings here. You will
be informed a few days in advance of each meeting.
“There are many
animals and creatures who live in this forest. Some of them have agreed to help
us and keep watch when we are here.”
As Tom was talking a group
of forest trolls were emerging into the clearing. Though shorter and less
horned than the mountain variety, these trolls were no less formidable to look
“The trolls who
live here have agreed to help us. The will hide anything we bring them for
safekeeping. They will also stand watch when we have these meetings.
“But now it grows
late and almost light. Speak to no one of what has happened here tonight. We
will inform you of when we will gather next. Return now, in your small groups.”
Slowly the members
of the circle left, following the same lit path as before. Soon it was just the
three of them and the trolls. When Tom next spoke it was to the trolls, though
he never looked at them.
“Go now. I will
tell you when you are needed again. Do not look for me, but always be ready.”
dismissal was given the trolls left and as soon as the last one blended in with
the dense, dark forest Tom turned and led the way back to the castle.
Though out the
rest of his sixth and the entirety of his seventh years at Hogwarts Tom Riddle
made many forays into the forest. Sometimes alone, sometimes with Melvin and
Arlen, sometimes with his whole group of followers, but always with the same
It was in this
forest that he started experimenting with potions and spells trying to make
himself immortal. He also conceived and gave life to the creation of his sign
and the spell that would cast it.
When it became to
risky to pass the word around as to when the next meeting was, Tom had to come
up with a new way of communicating with his followers. Near the end of his
seventh year Tom combined a few spells to imbed his sign into the forearm of
all of his followers and that when he touched one of them the rest would appear
and burn until he let go.
On his final night
at Hogwarts, after the feast was over, Tom called a meeting that would change
their lives forever.
“To everyone here
Tom Marvolo Riddle is dead. But to the rest of the world he is still alive.
When we get off the train tomorrow do not look for me. I will let you know when
Tom is truly dead and Lord Voldemort is starting his work. Don’t spend time
looking for me or anticipating the call. But always be prepared for it.”
With that everyone
was dismissed and left, until only Tom remained. He pulled a vile out of his
cloak and prepared to drink its contents.
Riddle will cease to exist and Lord Voldemort will become the greatest sorcerer
in the world.”
contents of the vile Tom doubled over as if in pain, but then stood back up
letting out a sound that never could have come from anything living.