This is one of many submissions to the Prompt Relay Challenge in the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges forum. For those of you not familiar with the challenge, there are ten stages we have to write for, each stage having anywhere from five to twenty-plus story prompts we must fill before moving onto the next stage.

Stage Six: Tom Riddle Era

June 14th, 1943

Last night I did it; I have finally become a conqueror of death!

The spell, while difficult, was not as complicated as I had expected. I was able to cast it on the first try. Killing a mudblood was a bit of a feat however. The snake has been hunting for months now but each time we find a suitable target they somehow find a way to get themselves petrified instead. Well, until last night. It was cornered with nowhere to go but straight into the beast's path. Maybe I will turn him loose again, let him find himself a treat as a just reward.

It is a strange feeling having one's soul divided. The process was painful, but that was to be expected. Now, however, it's been a full day since and I still feel like I'm missing something. I imagine it is much the same feeling after one has lost a toe. You can still feel it there, the prickling of the nerves, but it feels hollow. A reminder of what once was. It is not wholly unpleasant, at least not so much so to change my summer plans. The small emptiness is nothing compared to the safety of immortality. Given time and it will fade.

As for my plans, I believe I have tracked down where I was born. There is a small village called Little Hangleton out in the country. Most of the town is muggle, but I have heard rumors of an ancient pure blood family residing not too far away. A family whose sole heir has been missing for sixteen years. I believe I have finally found them. I will finally have my revenge.