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TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE was a talented but troubled young man, born to a poor single mother and raised in the orphanages of London.

He was bright and ambitious, but his upbringing left him feeling alienated and alone. He spent much of his time reading and studying, and it wasn't long before he discovered the power of magic.

Tom was determined to change his circumstances and make his mark on the world, and he soon realized that he possessed a unique talent for magic.

He quickly became one of the most powerful and feared wizards of his time, but with power came corruption. Tom's desire for power and knowledge grew to the point where he lost sight of what he truly wanted.

He became consumed by his own ego and desire for control, and his once noble goals turned to darkness.

During his pursuit of power, Tom began exploring the darkest corners of the magical world.

He learned about the ancient and forbidden art of Horcruxes, and soon
he was making them himself. He had created seven Horcruxes, and each one made him more powerful than ever.

But with each Horcrux created, his soul was torn apart and his humanity was lost.

The two figures were locked in battle, a fierce and vicious clash of magic and skill. On one side stood the dark lord, his wand a blinding flash of light, his clothes billowing around him as he surged with power.

On the other stood Tom, his own wand held firm, his expression calm in the face of the oncoming fury.

Voldemort raised a hand, and the air was sucked back, creating a space between the two. He took a deep breath, and Tom watched as he unleashed a powerful spell, sending a stream of lightning towards him.

But Tom was ready, and he spun to the side, dodging the attack. He raised his own wand, and a blue flame erupted, burning Voldemort's clothes and causing him to stumble back.

Voldemort was enraged, and he sent a flurry of spells towards Tom, forcing him to dance around the room, his own wand blazing with light.

But Tom was unshakeable, his confidence growing with each spell he parried, his laughter ringing out over the sounds of the battle.

He knew he was facing the most powerful dark wizard in history, but he was not afraid. He was Tom Riddle, and he would not be beaten.

In the end, Voldemort was the one who was beaten, his body falling to the floor as his last spell fizzled out. Tom stood above him, his wand still held firm, his expression unchanged.

Voldemort's followers, who had been gathered outside the room, watching the battle with bated breath, looked on in shock as their leader lay defeated. And Tom stood there, triumphant, as he had always known he would be. He was the only one who could defeat the dark lord, and he had proven it.

"I created you." He smirk. "And I can make you disappeared which I did."

"Good job." James walked toward him and clapped his hand. "Would not mind if you could come to a wedding?" He raised a brow.

"Lucius's son and your daughter, am I right?" Tom asked curiously. "Yes." He nodded. "Surpringly, you managed to surprise my wife with all the books, you passed her." James sighed.

"I need to hide Dorothea!" He thought. "If not...she might become like her mother."

Tom rolled his eyes and nodded.

"I will be there."