[ WP ] To save the world , the greatest of the heroes sacrifices his goodness , becoming evil in the process

`` Avada Kedavra!'' Those were the last words that the boy remembered as he opened his eyes into the new world. He tried kicking his legs, wondering why they felt *small*. He blinked wearily as he looked at the robust woman in front of him. 
 
 `` What will his name be?'' the robust woman asked. The baby blinked as he heard a hoarse, labored voice of what seemed to be his mother. 
 
 `` Tom from his father. Marvolo from his grandfather... I want his name to be Tom Marvolo Riddle,'' the dying mother said. 
 
 With these words, the baby let out a scream of pure anger and *fury*, as the mother died knowing that her son will be safe. 
 
 **Timeskip** 
 
 Eleven years later, a young Tom met the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. He showed the items he stole and mentioned the famous lines, `` I can make things move without touching them. I can make animals do what I want without training them. I can make bad things happen to people who are mean to me. I can make them hurt, if I want…'' ^1 
 
 From then on, the legacy of Tom Riddle was formed. 
 
 **Timeskip** 
 
 At age 16, Tom looked at the sink in the girl's bathroom. He hissed at it, then hissed for some stairs to appear. Upon entering the chamber, he summoned the basilisk to appear, making sure to order it to keep its face away from him. He ordered the basilisk to go out and kill Muggleborns, as it should. 
 
 Eventually, Myrtle Warren was killed by the basilisk. Tom made sure to frame Hagrid for the death of the Mug-Mudblood and staunched his guilt for this action. He went to the bathroom and threw up in the toilets, realizing that he had inadvertently killed Myrtle. He used her death to create his diary, cementing the future that was already set in stone. 
 
 He pushed aside his guilt, telling himself, `` Everything should be left the same. *Nothing* can be changed.'' 
 
 **Timeskip** 
 
 When the time came to kill Hepzibah Smith, he stopped feeling guilt for murdering his victims. By this time, he had already killed quite a few people and framed Morfin for the Riddles' death. He told himself that nothing can change. He could do nothing, except continue on his crusade. 
 
 He used Hepzibah's and a Muggle's death to taint Slytherin's Locket and Hufflepuff's cup. He made sure to eventually hide the locket in the cave and place the cup in the Lestrange vault. 
 
 He told himself. `` Everything should be left the same. *Nothing* can be changed.'' 
 
 **Timeskip** 
 
 He watched as Severus Snape told him of the first half of the dreaded prophecy. This was what he was waiting for, the prophecy of his destruction. Making sure to Crucio Snape, he dismissed the Potions Master and held his head in his hand once no one else was around. 
 
 `` How can I continue? I can not bring myself to...'' 
 
 `` *Master, what plagues you so? *'' Severa, a king cobra, asked Lord Voldemort. 
 
 `` *Nothing! *'' Voldemort snapped at the snake, throwing a cutting curse at it. He quelled a small pang of guilt as he looked at the deceased body of his servant. 
 
 `` Everything should be left the same. *Nothing* can be changed.'' 
 
 **Timeskip** 
 
 October 31. Halloween. Voldemort sighed as he stood in front of the Potter's household. He walked in, hearing James Potter tell his wife to take Harry and run. He blew up the door and walked inside, looking at James Potter. 
 
 `` Do you honestly think you can protect them from me?'' he asked the black haired man, while quelling a small pang of guilt. 
 
 `` Stupefy!'' James yelled, attempting to stun the Dark Lord. Voldemort barely lifted his wand and caused the curse to simply dissipate. He laughed hysterically at the thought of killing James Potter. To James, it made it seem like he was laughing cruelly while getting ready to use the Killing Curse. 
 
 `` Avada Kedavra,'' Voldemort said, summoning his hate to fuel the curse. He used his *hate* for his situation and his ambition. The driving words came back into his mind as he saw the familiar flash of green appear. 
 
 `` Everything should be left the same. *Nothing* can be changed.'' 
 
 **Timeskip** 
 
 He watched as Lily Potter begged him to stand aside. In a way, he felt sorrow and guilt when he saw her stand between him and the infant. He *knew* what he had to do, but raising his yew wand against the red haired woman was the *hardest* thing that he ever had to do. He raised it and whispered the curse, noticing the familiar green light come forth from the wand. The light reflected from the woman's green eyes and she collapsed in an undignified heap in front of the crib. 
 
 In a rare act of kindness and respect, Tom Marvolo Riddle gave a small apology to the corpse. With the whispered act of sorry, he looked at the child in front of him. 
 
 `` You know... The prophecy stated that'neither can live while the other survives'... I know truly what that means... But let's hope that you never have to find out,'' the Dark Lord softly whispered, as he raised the yew wand to the level of the toddler's forehead. He whispered the curse and the boy watched as the curse reflected off the man's eyes, causing the ruby red eyes to turn killing curse green for a few seconds. 
 
 The curse hit the baby and deflected back, hitting the man and shattering his soul. The Dark Lord gave a pained, bloodcurling scream as his soul detached from his mortal body. The spirit fled as the baby wailed in pain from the new scar on the forehead of the baby. 
 
 As Voldemort vanished into the depths of Albania, the familiar mantra echoed in his head. 
 
 `` Everything should be left the same. *Nothing* can be changed.'' 
 
 **Timeskip** 
 
 Harry Potter was the infamous Boy-Who-Lived. He was currently laying on his bed in the Dursleys second bedroom and debating on the words of the prophecy. He sighed as he twirled the holly wand in between his friends. Remembering the words from Mr. Ollivander, he also associated that the Sorting Hat wanted to put him in Slytherin. He looked at his life, realizing the similarities from himself to Voldemort. 
 
 He thought about the prophecy again. Tom Riddle and Harry Potter. The two cursed by fate by a white orb that governed their destiny. The voice of the accursed seer intertwined their stories together and they became the tragic boy hero and the megalomaniac of a villain. Harry hated his destiny, especially realizing that he *has* to destroy Voldemort of die trying. 
 
 After all... Neither can live while the other survives... 
 
 **Timeskip** 
 
 Harry Potter sighed to himself as he walked into the Forbidden Forest. The spirits of his family surrounded him, making him feel calm in the face of death. He just hoped that Voldemort would use the Killing Curse, instead of torturing him. He ventured forth into the clearing. 
 
 After hearing Voldemort monologue for a little while, he closed his eyes. He heard the words and opened his eyes to see the green light head straight towards him. Right before it hit him, he heard a soft, soothing voice in his mind. 
 
 `` I hope you understand... Everything should be left the same. *Nothing* can be changed.'' 
 
 **Timeskip** 
 
 `` It's just you and me, Tom. Just like it should have been,'' Harry Potter called out, holding Draco Malfoy's wand in his hand. Meanwhile, Voldemort frowned and held the Elder Wand in his hand, pointing it at his wand at the black haired youth. 
 
 Voldemort lightly swished his wand, causing a translucent dome to appear around the two. Outside, while the battle continued, no one could hear the two leaders speak. No curses would go in or out of the dome. 
 
 `` What was that?'' Harry asked, looking at the dome. 
 
 `` That is to prevent unintended interference... Potter, you can surrender now. So long as we do not fight each other, we can both be fine. I can give you power- more than you ever imagine,'' the Dark Lord said, trying to convince the boy in front of him. 
 
 `` What is power to me if my family and friends are dead?'' the boy retorted, `` Besides, the prophecy needs to be fulfilled. Neither can live while the other survives. One of us has to end the other.'' 
 
 `` So be it. Avada Kedavra!'' 
 
 `` Expelliarmus!'' 
 
 The two spells clashed in the middle, fighting for dominance. Voldemort pushed more more magic into the spell, trying to get it to kill the boy. However, the Elder Wand's allegiance was with Harry Potter, not Tom Riddle. The spell backfired and hit the Dark Lord, causing the man to fall backward. 
 
 As the light left his eyes, he heard a pained scream. It seemed that Harry Potter had gotten hit by a curse as well. As he took his last breath, he thought of his mantra once again. 
 
 `` Everything should be left the same. *Nothing* can be changed.'' 
 
 **Timeskip** 
 
 `` Avada Kedavra!'' Harry heard as he got hit by the killing curse, seconds after Voldemort's death. He fell forward as the curse hit him. Right before his last breath, he heard a pained scream. Then, his world went black. 
 
 He woke up in the arms of a woman. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, wondering where Lily Potter was. Surely, if he died, should n't he have gone to Heaven? 
 
 `` A beautiful boy. What will his name be?'' the woman asked 
 
 Then, he heard a familiar voice. `` Tom from his father. Marvolo from his grandfather... I want his name to be Tom Marvolo Riddle,'' the dying mother said. 
 
 With these words, Harry Potter let out a scream of pure anger and *fury*, as the mother died knowing that her son will be safe. He finally realized what the prophecy meant. And his crusade to protect the future, his familiar mantra, had started anew. 
 
 `` Everything should be left the same. *Nothing* can be changed.'' 
 
 
 **I do not own Harry Potter... At all. I hope you all enjoy this. ** 

