Chapter 4: He Was A Bad Man
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Harry stirred and slowly opened his eyes to find himself in a dark space. He felt like he was floating in a sea of dark fog with a slight green hue to it.

When he tried to move, he found that he could move his arms and legs but couldn’t move from his spot no matter what. Unable to do anything other than flap his arms around, Harry started to panic. Not understanding why he was in this space or what he was supposed to do.

Suddenly, a large screen emerged from the fog and started floating in front of him.

The screen displayed various images very quickly before it stopped on the figure of a young boy with short black hair, one who could be called charming. The boy raised his hand, pointing at a mug on the desk in front of him and seemed to concentrate on it, acting like many other children have done, playing around, hoping to have magical powers.

This child on the other hand, didn’t seem to be playing around. The moment he concentrated, the mug shook for a moment and then inexplicably it started to hover off the desk and slowly made its way to the boy’s outstretched hand.

The display froze for a moment, showing the smirk on the boy’s face before the scene faded and changed to another scene.

It show the same boy, arguing with another boy with shoulder length blond hair, around his age. The black-haired boy had untold rage on his face, seemingly wanting to swallow his opponent whole.

After the blond boy went away, the black-haired boy started to show his anger in the most primal way he could, he started punching everything he could get his hands on. Objects around him started to float up into the air.

Finally calming down a little, the boy looked around, finding a lot of broken objects and quietly made his way out of the room. He walked out of the building and made his way to a cage kept a short distance from the main door.

Inside the cage, munching away at something in a bowl was a rather cute, snow-white rabbit.

The boy showed a cruel smile as he unlocked the cage, then pointed at the rabbit which promptly floated out of the cage and followed behind him squealing to get away.

The boy walked back to the building and standing in front of it, he raised his hand and the rabbit flew towards the rafters and the moment it reached the rafters, rope sprung out of nowhere and tied the squealing rabbit to the rafters as tightly as possible. Laughing cruelly, the boy made his way back in.

Sitting in his room, he paid close attention to the sounds coming from outside and the moment he heard a scream, he quickly made his way out of the building to find a crowd standing there, looking up.

He looked up to find the rabbit, hanging limp from the rafters, seemingly dead.

The blond boy stood at the front of the group, sobbing uncontrollably, repeatedly asking someone to climb up and get his rabbit.

The display froze again at the look of delight on the black-haired boy’s face and then faded again.

“Who is that boy, why is he so cruel and why the hell am I stuck here watching all of these disturbing things!?” screamed Harry.

However, he received no answer and soon another scene started playing.

He watched as the boy, now a few years older, led two other children, a boy and a girl, into a cave. He then proceeded to capture a few rats with a wave of his hand. A feat that seemed to be admired by the two children, despite their obvious disgust for the black-haired boy.

The black-haired boy then proceeded to control the rats, making them fight each other and eat the flesh off each other while they were still alive. Till the point where one of them died. He then continued to have the other rat eat the one that died till there were only bones, much to the horror of the two children.

Then, with another wave of his hand, the bones of the dead rat put themselves back together, into the completed skeleton of the rat, looked around for a moment before it started attacking the two children viciously.

Scared out of their minds, the children stood frozen in place, unable to move or defend.

Feeling he had scared them enough, the black-haired boy put his hands on the collars of the other children, pulled them closer, scaring them even more and asked them calmly to keep quiet about what they saw if they didn’t want the same to happen to them.

The children nodded quickly before running out of the cave, leaving the black-haired boy behind, with a cruel smirk on his face.

The display faded and quickly showed the next scene. This time, back in the room of the boy, facing a tall man with auburn hair and a long auburn beard who, Harry realised, looked just like Dumbledore in the memory he had witnessed in Riddle’s diary.

Dumbledore spoke at length to the boy, explaining how the boy was actually a wizard and that Dumbledore himself was one, proving it by setting his wardrobe on fire and then putting it out.

What caught Harry’s attention the most was when Dumbledore called the boy Tom Riddle.

“So that means, the boy is actually a young Voldemort?” thought Harry in shock.

“Then, are these actually Voldemort’s memories? Ones that no one but he should know.” He mused, before something occurred to him.

“Didn’t this happen when that green light went into me? Then these might actually be the real Voldemort’s memories!”

He continued to watch as Dumbledore told him all the details he would need to know about Hogwarts and getting everything he needed for the new school year before handing him some money, a letter and then walking away.

The scene changed swiftly to one with Riddle in Diagon Alley, looking at everything with interest, buying second-hand robes and finally stopping at Ollivander’s to buy a wand.

Harry clenched his hand as he watched Riddle buy the thirteen-and-a-half inch, yew wand with a phoenix tail feather which was what he used that day when Cedric Diggory died.

The display faded once again and this time, it showed the sorting ceremony. Riddle sitting on the bench with a sorting hat on his head for not more than a few seconds before the hat shouted out ‘Slytherin’.

The years in Hogwarts flashed by. How Riddle searched high and low to find his father’s name in Hogwarts. How he eventually realised his father was probably a muggle, how he looked up his maternal grandfather’s name and found out he was actually related to Salazar Slytherin himself.

Harry watched the elation in Riddle’s face when he realised he was special, even in the wizarding world. Feeling proud of himself, he decided to continue Slytherin’s legacy and after much research, he found out about the Chamber of Secrets and managed to open it and tame the monster of Slytherin, a huge basilisk.

Riddle then went on to perform atrocities on the muggle-born students of the school, attacking them with the basilisk only to finally kill one.

However, much to Riddle’s shock, at the death of the student, the school board decided to shut down the school until the matter was resolved, much to Riddle’s dismay.

Realising that, if the school closed, he would have to return to the orphanage he hates so very much, he decided to put an end to the current crises.

Harry watched the much too familiar scene of Riddle framing Hagrid for his own crimes and even received an award for his lies and treachery.

The scene fast-forwarded a few months and showed Riddle in front of a small shack. Harry watched as Riddle remembered about the trace placed by the ministry and how he used an odd method to block the trace before making his way into the shack and meeting who, he realised soon was his maternal uncle.

Finding out about his father and his family from his uncle, Harry felt Riddle’s rage at the thought of his muggle father.

He watched as Riddle stunned his uncle, grabbed his wand and made his way over to the Riddle house as he mercilessly killed his father, grandfather and grandmother.

He quickly went back to the shack, returned the wand and altered his uncle’s memory into thinking that he was the one who killed the riddles.

He grabbed his uncle’s ring and made his way out of the place.

The scene changed again and showed the conversation between Riddle and Slughorn about horcruxes.

Then it changed quickly to show Riddle in a remote location, holding onto a diary and Gaunt’s ring as he performed a ritual, ripping his soul into pieces which revolved around the ritual site for a few moments before rushing into the diary and ring, transforming them into his first horcruxes.

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