Sins of the Survivor
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. Everything belongs to JKR and I only do this for my enjoyment and not for any profit or money.
A/N: Well, prologue. Not much to say there. So, what do you think?
Prologue
Darkness crept around him, enfolding him, covering him like a warm blanket. The big windows gave no light, as the moon was hidden behind black clouds. It would rain soon, washing away the sins of the mortals, of murderers and victims alike.
But nothing will ever clear me of my sins, murderer that I am, will be.
Dark green eyes looked into the mirror before him, sharpening with the forbidden knowledge of his fate.
…neither can survive…
He had always been alone. No matter how far back in time he went, it was the same old thing. Loneliness. Nothing but loneliness.
The knife in his hands glittered with magic, blood dripping from its tip. A cruel smirk, almost a grimace, graced his youthful face.
He had always been a survivor.
Wolves roaming in forests far away, howled, magical creatures looked up and acknowledged a pledge long forgotten to the world, a phoenix, sitting comfortably on his perch in Albus Dumbledore's office sang a mournful melody.
And survive he would.
Somewhere, in a castle, seemingly abandoned, Tom Riddle shuddered as cold fear gripped him.