Tom Riddle Jr. saw his 'father' talking to one of the mighty House of Gryffindor. As soon as Tom Jr. looked at the girl—what's her name again? Oh, Brown—Tom Jr. glared at her with his pupils bright red. The girl nervously bid her goodbyes to Tom Sr. after catching sight of Tom Riddle from behind.
After exchanging a few words, Tom Jr. just looked at everything coldly. Unlike his father, Tom Riddle grew up cold and self-centered, believing in his own beliefs. That's what makes him powerful, and he shall be the one to raise the Slytherin name to power again. It's time for him to rise and show these impudent fools who they are messing with.
And there is nothing he loathed more than his father—a father who suddenly showed up when he was vying for power. But it is too late now; that person could no longer stop his plan from becoming the most powerful and feared wizard of all.
But at some point in his life, when he was younger, a mere innocent boy wished to have someone to rely on, to talk to, to have a "family." But the word "family" tasted bitter in his mouth. Therefore, as he grew older, one thing came to his mind: they are just a weakness that makes someone weak. And Tom Jr. is not weak. He doesn't rely on family; he has allies whom he knows will never betray him, unlike parents who will reprimand you as soon as they see you kill someone.
"A family is nothing but a weakness," that is Tom Jr.'s motto.
"Stay here, don't come out," said Tom Jr. sternly, but Tom Sr. was as arrogant as his son; he didn't follow.
Tom Jr. sat in the middle of a long rectangular table as the Sacred 28 took their seats. The room was quite cold and lightly dimmed. As soon as the Sacred 28 sat in their respective seats, a cold air rushed in, and a loud hiss followed.
Tom Sr. stumbled upon a room with people inside—29 to be exact. He couldn't hear them clearly because the door was slightly open, and there was a silencing charm all around the room. He could see someone sitting in the middle who seemed to be grinning, but that grin was like no other—it was sinister as if plotting something bad. And the person was none other than Tom Jr., his son.
After the cold air, Tom grinned at his allies.
"I wanted all of you to join me for a toast, for I have succeeded in splitting my soul in half," said Tom jr. as he held the wine glass elegantly upwards. The others gasped some whispered, but one was brave enough to question their master.
"How is it possible, Master?" said Abraxxass with a hopeful look on his face.
"It's something I will not disclose," said Tom with a smile.
Tom Sr. look at them with horror, he shouldn't be here, damn. how can a person split his soul in half, this confuses him more, well it's no denying that all of this is weird, magic is weird and what he did is even more weirder.
He went back to his room and talked to the snake, all he hears is hissing, but he couldn't understand what it was saying, well it was a snake when he hovered his hand over to the snake, it placed its head on his palm. how cute. well he did look like his son, so does it think he is him?. well, he can never know.
" Nagini What are you doing" He hissed, ' i thought it was you, master, he looks just like you' the snake hissed back, he couldn't understand anything that the snake and Tom riddle were saying, he just shook his head.
" Your mother dosed me with a potion that made me love her, I promise if I just know that you were alive... I would've taken you in with me.." Tom didn't reply to what his father had said and just furrowed his brows, he mustn't give in, he finally had the chance to be powerful,' I won't let him change my mind... I hate muggles, I despise mudbloods' he thought to himself. if people could hear his mind right now, they would think that he is in denial, acceptance is a weakness, and he won't accept this man as his father, allies are more important.
whenever he conversed with Dumbledore all he could see was disgust, pity, and obvious loath, how could someone that he had looked up to look at him that way, since after he accidentally did things that nobody could comprehend, he would always be frowned upon, like when he begged dumbledore to allow him to stay in this school for the reason that the war in the muggle world was rising, people getting killed left to right, bombs being released to their homeland, some escaping, even children getting mutilated by the very thing that the muggles had created, but to no avail he didn't allow it. He just wanted to leave, and he himself would be the downfall of the wizarding world he knows it, he will make these muggles bow before him, teach them the right things, defense against the dark arts should be the priority, and everyone should know how to protect themselves against all odds, but his visions were frowned upon by dumbledore, he said that the magical world shouldn't meddle with muggle affairs.
But what about the magical people who live in the muggle world, they should be allowed to protect themselves from the hands of these mudbloods, he saw a witch who is a muggle, get raped and killed by the hands of the enemy soldiers. he doesn't exactly hate the muggles, he hates how they treat those that are weaker than them, but wizards and witches aren't so different, there is racism among the houses, and the conflict between the houses of Griffin and snakes are far too thick, blood purity and race is being hated upon.
he hates mudbloods who think they are better than everyone just like the people in the orphanage, he hates it, and he loats it.
he knows that his mother did the bad thing of brainwashing his dad, and when his father stops getting the Amortentia that he is often forced to drink, he leaves without hesitation, tom jr. would probably do the same if someone did that to him. his father should've at least believed his mother when she said that she was carrying a child, but Tom Jr. knows that his father was far too terrified to even accept her words. but he could not help but hate him, he should've at least tried to find him. this school is far too prejudiced, as an heir of Slytherin, the last remaining one, they should know their place.