Pain.
That was the first thing I felt.
Not the dull, distant kind—but something violent, something that tore through my very existence as if my soul itself was being rewritten.
A voice echoed in the void of my mind.
System initializing…Host detected. Previous host deceased.Reincarnation target located: Harry Potter world.Host selected: Tom Marvolo Riddle.Fusing memories… Fusing soul…
I wanted to scream—but I had no body to scream with.
Then—
Everything slammed into place.
Memories.
Not mine… and yet, they were.
A cold orphanage.Empty halls.Hunger—not for food, but for power.Fear… from others. Never from myself.
I staggered slightly as I came back to reality, my breath uneven.
"I…"
My voice was calm.
Too calm.
I looked down at my hands—pale, steady, unfamiliar yet completely mine.
Tom Riddle.
No…
I am Tom Riddle.
Not a replacement. Not an intruder.
A fusion.
Two lives, merged into one.
My past life—pathetic, weak, meaningless—already felt distant. A blur of mediocrity and insignificance. Compared to this… it may as well not have existed.
Why cling to weakness?
Why remember being nothing…
…when I could become everything?
I steadied myself and absorbed the rest of my memories.
Sixteen years old.
Year: 1943.
Location: Little Hangleton.
And most importantly—
A slow smile curved my lips.
"I've already made a Horcrux…"
The diary.
A masterpiece, even in its infancy.
My fingers tightened slightly as I bent down, retrieving the wand I had dropped. The moment my hand wrapped around it, it felt… right. Like an extension of my will.
Not borrowed.
Not learned.
Innate.
Then the voice returned.
System notification. Starter Pack available.Would the host like to open it?
A pause.
Then, softly—
"Yes."
Starter Pack Opened.
Power surged through me instantly.
Not gradually. Not gently.
Violently.
Increased Magical Power acquired.Magical reserves drastically enhanced.
Magic flooded my body like a raging storm, denser, heavier—mine. I could feel it coiling beneath my skin, responding to my thoughts with terrifying obedience.
Random Magical Talent acquired.
Something shifted deep within my mind—like doors opening to knowledge I didn't yet understand.
Acquired: Merlin's Magic Sense.
I froze.
The world… changed.
No—
I began to see it.
Magic was everywhere. In the air, in the earth, in every living thing. Threads of power woven into reality itself… and I could perceive them all with perfect clarity.
It was intoxicating.
Soul Repair complete.All damage from Horcrux creation restored.Horcrux anchors remain intact.
For the first time since inheriting these memories…
Silence.
No instability. No fractures.
My soul… was whole.
And yet—
I was still immortal.
A slow, dangerous smile spread across my face.
"Perfect."
Tasks Issued:
Kill your parents and frame your uncle.Reward: Double Dark Magic Talent Leave and return to Hogwarts peacefully.Reward: Double Magical Power Speak with your father and embrace love.Reward: Albus Dumbledore's Transfiguration Talent
I didn't hesitate.
I didn't need to.
Power was not something you balanced.
It was something you claimed.
"Option one."
The decision settled into me like fate itself.
And yet… it wasn't just logic.
It was emotion.
I remembered the orphanage.
The abandonment.
The weakness.
And more importantly—
I remembered him.
My father.
A muggle.
A man who discarded magic… discarded me.
Disgust flickered in my chest.
No.
Not disgust.
Hatred.
"I'll kill them."
The words left my lips without hesitation.
Without remorse.
The Riddle Manor stood ahead.
Silent. Arrogant. Untouched.
I walked forward calmly, my wand already in hand.
Three spells.
That was all it took.
Three flashes of green light.
Three lives extinguished.
Effortless.
Pathetic.
I lowered my wand slowly.
"It's done."
Using my uncle's wand, just as the memories instructed.
Clean. Precise. Untraceable.
Task Complete. Reward granted: Double Dark Magic Talent.
Something changed within me again.
This time, it wasn't raw power—
It was understanding.
Dark magic… unfolded itself before me like a willing servant. Complex curses, forbidden rituals, soul manipulation—things that once required effort now felt… natural.
Instinctive.
Then, my gaze shifted.
The ring.
Resting quietly.
Waiting.
The Resurrection Stone.
A Horcrux.
I picked it up slowly… almost reverently.
"Another anchor to eternity."
Sliding it onto my finger, I felt its connection immediately.
Cold.
Ancient.
Powerful.
I exhaled softly.
Then, without hesitation—
I vanished.
The air cracked as I Apparated away.
Not fleeing.
Not escaping.
Advancing.
From this moment forward…
There would be no hesitation.
No weakness.
No limits.
I am no longer a forgotten orphan.
No longer a powerless man from another life.
I am Lord Voldemort.
And the wizarding world…
will kneel.