TTRC: Power At Last

I am Lord Voldemort.

The pathetic Muggle man who I was foolish enough to idolize in my childhood fell two months ago. The imbecile took his own life after his kingdom fell around him. This will not happen to me, for I will create a realm that will be indestructible, a realm where I reign and I am immortal.

Normally, this extent of hubris leads to be one's downfall, but I am not normal. I am incredible, extraordinary, and it is finally recognized around me by those close to me. My name is no longer common. Rearranging the letters of Tom Marvolo Riddle, I have created a title and introduction for myself – I am Lord Voldemort.

A small group has gathered to me for guidance in my great purpose, to rid the world of those who do not deserve to live in it. They call themselves the Knights of Walpurgis, an ancient group that was active during Salazar Slytherin's time who feel hostility towards Mudbloods for the torture and grief they caused our kind. After letting a few come to me, I bring together all that I can find discreetly those who agree with those beliefs and standards, and rename the group "the Death Eaters". The Knights of Walpurgis, while they had noble purpose, had failed to succeed in achieving it after an entire millennium. My followers would not suffer the same results.

The name that had been forced upon me had fallen away; now, I am only called Lord Voldemort. I apply for the teaching position of Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Headmaster Dippet informs me that at eighteen, I am too young. He does not know that I have created magic and gone through experience far beyond my years, but it is no matter. I will return.

It takes me much longer than I thought it would to immerse myself in all the magic I can find. Hogwarts did me a disservice. While teaching us of all kinds of magic, it does not even touch on one topic – the Dark Arts. During my education at that school, I was led to believe that there was much less Dark magic out in the world then there really was. I consort with those whom most of society would consider with the worst of wizard kind, making my grandfather's ring into a Horcrux as well as a goblet that had once belonged to Helga Hufflepuff and a locket that had once been Salazar Slytherin's, taken from an old woman that I had been kind enough to put out of her misery.

When I come back to Hogwarts a decade later, Dumbledore is now Headmaster. Infuriatingly, he has never been enamored with myself or my talent, and he makes it very clear that this has not changed. He rejects my application and I curse the position so that no Professor may stay in it for more than a year, as a result of unfortunate circumstances that will befall them.

Undaunted, I start to come out from the shadows. It takes a bit, but the public starts to notice the mysterious disappearances that mark only the beginning of the terror that I will unleash on them. They scramble to assemble themselves, but it is too late. I have been actively preparing for this for over two decades, and it has been in motion since long before my time. Soon they will realize that all hope is lost, and bow down to a being most obviously superior. To their Lord. To me.

I am Lord Voldemort.