A/N:

Here's the Halloween special that I promised...
I thought about writing a Halloween chapter, a Halloween ball or something in those lines but I just couldn't see Tom having any kind of interest in taking part in "Muggle" festivities...
So you're getting this instead :P
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"The Serpent's Teeth"
(A Tom Riddle love story)

~*~Start of dream~*~

A woman with long blond hair was curled up on the floor.
Her clothes were dirty, her face littered scratches and she had her arms wrapped around a small
Boy who was perhaps six or seven years old.

They were both on an open field, around them were dozens of of people all of whom had severe wounds.

,, Please, " the woman whispered in a low, tearful voice.

,, You have to help us. "
She talked to me, looked at me directly.
But I felt that I wasn't quite myself.
I looked different, was bigger, stronger and older.
With a firm grip I held my wand and showed no emotion in my face.

,, Please, " the woman whispered again.

"Please, I can't go on like this anymore. You are our last hope. We're innocent. "

Suddenly I felt a sharp, burning hatred spreading through me.

,, Innocent?"
I hissed with a cold, dangerous voice.

,, You call yourself innocent? You have led a happy life, without ever wasting a single thought on those who had to spend their life's in misery!"
I dug my fingers frantically into the wood of my wand and was trembling all over.

I had never felt this kind of anger before, this unpredictable anger that kept me trapped.

,,Why? "I yelled loudly.
The woman and her child flinched.

,,Why can you all be happy and satisfied, living peaceful lives? Why do I have to suffer such a faith by myself?!"

,,You will all pay! ", I yelled.

,,You will all feel my revenge!"

I saw the fear in people's faces.
And then, suddenly, everything faded and I moved further and further away from the scene.

~*~End of dream~*~

I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw were the bright rays of sun that fell through the open window in to the room.

I pulled the familiar piece of wood out from under my pillow muttering a spell that made the sun's rays fall a little weaker in to the room.

The bright light was too much for me this early in the morning.

I quickly dressed and threw a quick look in the bathroom mirror.

Dark, dense hair.
Unfathomable dark-brown eyes that stared at me blankly against a pale skin that fit well in a strange way.

As I walked to the Great Hall, I thought about my dream.

What did it mean?
I had no sympathy for the woman and her child.

In my dream I felt powerful, and strong...powerful, but also angry and hurt.

The dream had felt incredibly real and reflected my current life situation in to the tiniest detail.

Everyone I knew had had a happy childhood.
They all had led a peaceful and great life with their caring parents, except of me.

I grew up in a terrible orphanage because my mother died when I was born.

My father never cared about me, but he was completely irrelevant.

As I learned recently, it wasn't my father who was the wizard in the family, but my Mother.

You can't imagine how bad the moment that I found that out was for me.
It was a shame for the whole family.
Such a poor, ugly woman, who was really weak, should have been a witch - my mother?

I had decided not to let that bring me down.

I would show everyone that I wasn't like her or like my father.
I would take revenge on all those who had shunned me.

The children from the orphanage.
The students at Hogwarts.
My father.

I had already begun my plan, I had started to eliminate the muggle borns of Hogwarts, and had already killed my father and his family.
But I would take my plan even further and make the wizarding world a pure, structured world of graceful pure and half-bloods, an ideal world, of which I could be proud of.

After class, I sat in the common room in a warm, comfortable leather armchair.
My writing materials were spread on the table in front of me,while I held a quill in my right hand, that went evenly and smoothly over the rough piece of parchment.
I let my mind wander and just drew what came in to my mind.

I didn't even notice that I had started to sketch the woman from my dream.
I drew her long hair braided into a braid, her small, almost girlish, delicate body.
In her eyes I painted an expression of pure fear.

I drew fine traces of blood along her neck.

I was fascinated by how expressive these bloodstains made the image appear.
They left the impression that the woman was standing in the shadows.

I had seen blood a few times, and was again and again amazed and intoxicated.

I let my mind wander and my classmates came to my mind.

Many times I was asked why I spoke so little.

The truth was; because what I thought was cruel.
Sometimes I imagined what it would be to kill them.
I imagined how it would be to see them suffering, pleading and begging me spare their lives.
How would it be to see their true colors.

I don't know why I started to laugh.
I just knew that I did.

I laughed a cold,superior laughter.

A laugh that made ones blood run cold.

I laughed at all, those who have shunned me.
Over all, who thought they were better than me.

I laughed at those of which I had power over, those who were unaware, and over those who thought that I was a harmless, timid boy.

But they had no idea of what actions I was able, they had no idea of the power that I possessed.
But that would change soon.
Very soon.