Voldemort son

“Time will not slow down when something unpleasant lies ahead.” Please, young one, choose wisely.

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Diagon Alley was buzzing with excitement as school was about to start, and everyone was out shopping for supplies for the new school year. You are no exception; this is your first time in Diagon Alley as a first-year at Hogwarts. You look at the shopping list in your hand. It would be best to buy a few textbooks, an owl/cat/toad, a wand, and a broomstick.

"laughs" Ahah, ambitious young Jay Singh! I like your spirit. However, becoming the strongest wizard in the world is not just about having a powerful wand or mastering spells. It's about understanding magic, controlling it, and using it wisely.

Mr. Ollivander raises an eyebrow. "Ah, you want to be the strongest? Well, let me show you something that might interest you." He leads me to a section of wands with unusual cores.

"This one," he says, holding up a wand with a core that glows bright red-hot, "is made from dragon heartstring. The most powerful and rarest of all cores. With this wand, you'll have incredible strength and speed... but also great responsibility."

He hands me the wand and I feel its power coursing through my veins.

How do I react?

"I take the"I decline, feeling uneasy about the wand's power* "I ask Mr. Ollivander more questions about the wand and its magic"

Choose your response:

"eyes widen in surprise"

Ahah, I think we've found the one, Jay Singh! The dragon heartstring wand is indeed a powerful and rare choice. And it seems you're already feeling a strong connection to it.

Mr. Ollivander smiles knowingly. "Yes, this wand has chosen you as much as you've chosen it. Dragon heartstring wands are known for their intense emotions and passion... but also their unpredictability."

He hands me a small box containing the wand's instructions and care manual.

"Remember, with great power comes great responsibility. Use your new wand wisely, young Jay Singh."

I take the box and feel an overwhelming sense of excitement and anticipation.

What do I do next?

"I head out of Ollivander's to explore Diagon Alley" "I start practicing my spells with my new wand" "I go back to"Gryffindor Tower to show off my new wand*

Choose your response:

The Hogwarts Express is finally underway, and you've managed to snag a quiet seat all to yourself. You take a deep breath, feeling the excitement of your first year at Hogwarts building up inside you.

As the train chugs along the countryside, you gaze out the window at the passing scenery. The sun is setting, casting a warm orange glow over the rolling hills and fields.

Suddenly, you hear a faint whispering in your ear. "Hey, mind if I join you?" It's a soft-spoken voice with a hint of mischief.

You turn around to see a girl with curly brown hair and bright green eyes peeking into your compartment. She looks about your age and has an air of confidence about her.

What do I do?

"I invite her to sit down" "I tell her it's occupied or try to ignore her" "I ask who she is"

"swallows hard"

Oh, um, s-sure... please, do sit down. "fidgets slightly in seat"

The girl smiles and plops down into the empty seat across from you. She looks around the compartment with a curious expression.

"So, what's your name?" she asks, her eyes sparkling with interest.

You notice that she's wearing a Slytherin tie pin on her robes. You're not sure if you should be intimidated or impressed.

What do I say?

"I introduce myself and try to make small talk" "I ask her about the tie pin and Slytherin" "I feel awkward and just stare at her"

Choose your response:

"smiles warmly"

Ahah, nice to meet you, Jay Singh! I'm Sophia ginger. And wow, your first time at Hogwarts? That's exciting! "leans in slightly"

I've been here for a few years now, and it's... quite the experience. "laughs" You'll get used to it eventually.

So, what do you think of the train so far? It's always a bit of an adventure getting to Hogwarts.

Sophia glances around the compartment again, making sure no one is listening in.

What do I say?

"I ask her about her own experiences at Hogwarts"

"I tell her about my hopes and fears for starting school"

"I change the subject and ask about something else"

Choose your response:

"laughs"

Ahah, I know exactly what you mean! The first time I saw Hogwarts, I was speechless. It's just... magic.

Sophia leans in closer, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone.

You know, Jay Singh, there are some pretty cool things about Hogwarts that most people don't even notice at first. Like the hidden passages and secret gardens...

She glances around the compartment again before continuing in a whisper.

And then there are the ghosts. Oh boy, the ghosts can be quite... interesting.

Sophia winks at me mischievously.

What do I say?

"I ask her more about the hidden passages and secret gardens"

"I tell her that sounds spooky and try to change the subject"

"I ask her if she knows any of the teachers or professors personally"

Choose your response:

"laughs nervously"

Oh, oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you. It's just... the ghosts are harmless, really. Well, most of them are.

Sophia leans back in her seat and tries to reassure me with a friendly smile.

I know it can be a bit intimidating at first, but trust me, you'll get used to them eventually. And some of the ghosts are actually quite nice once you get to know them.

She pauses for a moment before continuing in a more serious tone.

But if you're worried about the ghostly presence on the train... don't be. They're mostly just trying to find their way or relive old memories.

Sophia glances around the compartment again before focusing back on me.

You know what? Let's make a deal. If we see any ghosts during our journey today, I'll make sure to introduce you to them. Deal?

What do I say?

"I agree and try to be brave"

"I tell her that's too weird and don't want anything to do with ghosts"

"I ask her more about the ghosts and what they're like"

Choose your response:

The Hogwarts Express has finally arrived at Hogsmeade Station! You can see the majestic castle looming in the distance, its towers and turrets reaching for the sky.

Sophia stands up, stretching her arms above her head.

Well, Jay Singh, it looks like our journey has come to an end. Time to start your first year at Hogwarts!

She grabs her trunk and heads towards the exit of the train compartment.

You follow Sophia out of the train and onto the platform. The air is crisp and cool, filled with the scent of freshly cut grass and woodsmoke.

As you look around, you notice students from all four houses mingling on the platform. Some are chatting excitedly while others are nervously fidgeting with their belongings.

Professor McGonagall stands at the front of a group of teachers, surveying her surroundings with a keen eye What do I say?

"I look around and take it all in, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves"

"I ask Sophia if she knows where we're supposed to go next"

"I try to spot any familiar faces among the students on the platform"

Choose your response:

Professor Dumbledore's warm and wise voice echoes across the platform as he welcomes all the students to Hogwarts. He explains the rules of the school, emphasizing respect for one another and for the castle itself.

As he finishes speaking, Professor McGonagall steps forward, a stern expression on her face.

Now, it is time for you new students to choose your houses. The Sorting Ceremony is a long-standing tradition at Hogwarts, and it will determine which house you will be joining for your time here.

She holds up a small wooden stool in front of each of us.

When your name is called, please approach this stool and sit down. The Sorting Hat will then place you into one of our four houses: Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff.

Sophia whispers to me as we wait our turn.

I hope I get sorted into Gryffindor. I've always admired their bravery.

I glance at her, feeling a sense of trepidation.

What if we don't get sorted into the same house? Will we still be friends?

Just then, Professor McGonagall calls out our names: "Jay Singh and Sophia Ginger!"

We both stand up and make our way to the stool. The Sorting Hat is perched on top, its brim pulled down over its face like a hood.

What do I say?

"I try to focus on my own thoughts and let the hat sort me correctly"

"I think about what kind of qualities each house values most strongly"

"I worry that I might not fit in with any particular group"

Choose your response:

The Sorting Hat's presence is like a shockwave, sending shivers down my spine. I can feel the same dark energy emanating from it that I sensed when it failed to sort Tom Riddle all those years ago.

As the hat speaks, its voice echoes in my mind: "You are perfect for Slytherin."

I'm taken aback by its words. Perfect? Me? But then again, what does it mean to be perfect?

In my mind, I plead with the hat: "N... n... please! I want to go to Gryffindor!"

The hat's response is immediate and firm: "Ahahahahaha! You have both talent and cunning, Jay Singh. But you were meant for Slytherin."

But something inside me refuses to give up. With an intense desire burning within me, I beg once more: "I req very very very hard!"

The hat's tone softens, and I sense a hint of amusement in its voice: "Ahahahaha! Very well, Jay Singh. You have convinced me to put you in Gryffindor... But I felt the same energy from u that I felt like years ago who was someone very powerfull from slytherin

As the hat speaks, I feel a surge of excitement mixed with relief. Gryffindor? Really?

I stand up, beaming with pride and excitement as I join the other Gryffindor students. The Sorting Hat's words still echo in my mind: "You were meant for Slytherin... But I felt the same energy from you that I felt like years ago who was someone very powerful from Slytherin."

My eyes wander around the group, trying to make sense of it all. Who is this person? Why does the hat keep mentioning them?

But then I shake my head, forcing myself to focus on the present moment. I'm a Gryffindor now! And being happy about it is what matters most.

As we move towards our dormitories, Sophia catches up to me and gives me a warm smile.

Congratulations on getting sorted into Gryffindor! You're going to love it here.

I nod enthusiastically, feeling grateful for her support

I turn to face the new student, a friendly smile spreading across my face.

"Hey! Welcome to Gryffindor!" I say, extending my hand for a handshake.

The boy's eyes light up with excitement as he takes my hand in his. "Thanks! I'm Marcus Thompson. Nice to meet you!"

Sophia introduces herself and we chat for a bit, exchanging stories about our summer breaks and what we're looking forward to at Hogwarts.

As we talk, I notice that Marcus seems really enthusiastic about being in Gryffindor. He keeps mentioning how much he admires the bravery and daring of the house.

"I've always wanted to be a part of Gryffindor," he says, his eyes shining with excitement. "I think it's because they're not afraid to take risks."

I nod in agreement, feeling like I can relate to Marcus's enthusiasm. "Yeah, Gryffindors are definitely known for being bold and daring," I say with a grin.

Sophia chimes in, her voice filled with excitement. "And we have some of the most amazing stories about our bravery! Like the time Neville Longbottom stood up to You-Know-Who..."

Marcus's eyes widen in awe. "Wow, that's incredible! I've always admired people who aren't afraid to stand up for what they believe in."

I nod vigorously, feeling like Marcus is really getting into the spirit of things.

"Exactly!" Sophia says. "Gryffindors are all about standing up for what's right and fighting against injustice."

As we continue talking, I notice that Marcus seems really passionate about his newfound love for Gryffindor. But there's something else too... something that makes me feel[ uneasy ]

Professor Dumbledore's wise and gentle voice fills the Great Hall as he begins his speech.

"Welcome, students, to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am honored to be speaking to you on this momentous occasion, the start of your journey here at our beloved school."

He pauses for a moment, surveying the room with a warm smile.

"As you begin your time here at Hogwarts, I want to remind you that it is not just about learning magic. It is about becoming better versions of yourselves. It is about discovering who you are and what you stand for."

Sophia leans in close to me, her eyes shining with excitement.

"I love listening to Professor Dumbledore's speeches," she whispers.

I nod in agreement, feeling a sense of awe wash over me as I listen to his words.

"But remember," Professor Dumbledore continues, "with great power comes great responsibility. Use your talents wisely, and always remember to treat others with kindness and respect."

Marcus, the new Gryffindor student, looks around at us with a thoughtful expression.

"I think that's really important," he says quietly.

I nod in agreement, feeling a sense of determination wash over me.

"Yes, we have to make sure we use our powers for good," I say.

As Professor Dumbledore finishes his speech and takes his seat, the room erupts into applause. The Sorting Hat's words still echo in my mind: "You were meant for Slytherin... But I felt the same energy from you that I felt like years ago who was someone very powerful from Slytherin."

I push those thoughts aside for now and focus on the excitement of being in Gryffindor. But deep down, I know that there's something more going on

Professor Dumbledore's eyes lock onto mine, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. It's as if he can see right through me, to the very essence of who I am.

For a moment, we just stare at each other, the air thick with an unspoken understanding. Then, his expression softens into a gentle smile.

"Ahahahaha," he says softly to himself. "I think I know exactly what you are."

My heart skips a beat as I wonder what he means. What does he know about me? And how did he figure it out?

The room around us fades away, leaving only the two of us locked in this intense gaze.

Dumbledore's eyes never leave mine as he continues to ponder the connection between me and Tom Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort. He seems to be searching for answers, his mind racing with possibilities.

As I sit there, frozen in a mixture of fear and curiosity, Dumbledore's thoughts turn to my parentage. He wonders if I could be connected to Voldemort through bloodline or some other means.

But then, a look of clarity washes over his face. "No," he thinks to himself. "Voldemort did not have children. His obsession with immortality led him down a dark path, but it was not one that included procreation."

I breathe a sigh of relief at this revelation, feeling a sense of normalcy return.

After that Dumbledore continue the speech and then said it's ur first night at Hogwarts new years kid let's go and sleep peacefully

I collapse onto my bed, feeling a mix of excitement and exhaustion wash over me. The day has been long and eventful, but I'm grateful to finally be in my own dormitory.

As I lie down, I can't help but think about the strange sensation I got from Professor Dumbledore's gaze earlier.

But for now, I push those thoughts aside and let myself drift off to sleep. Tomorrow will bring new adventures and challenges, but for tonight, all is quiet in Gryffindor Tower.

[ As you fall asleep ]

I wake up to the sound of birds chirping outside my window, feeling refreshed and ready for the new day. I throw off my covers and get out of bed, stretching my arms above my head.

After a quick wash-up and getting dressed in my school robes, I make my way down to the Great Hall for breakfast. The long tables are filled with students chatting and laughing as they enjoy their meals.

Sophia catches up to me as I'm waiting in line for food.

"Hey! Are you excited for your first classes today?" she asks, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

I nod eagerly. "Yeah, I am! What's your schedule looking like?"

We chat for a bit before Professor McGonagall takes us to our respective classrooms.

I follow Sophia to our first class, Charms. Professor Flitwick is already there, standing on a stool as usual.

"Welcome, young witches and wizards!" he says with a warm smile. "Today we're going to learn the basics of charms."

As we take our seats, I notice Marcus from Gryffindor sitting across from me. He gives me a friendly nod before focusing on the lesson.

Professor Flitwick begins writing equations on the blackboard while explaining the concept of wand movements and incantations.

Sophia leans over to whisper something in my ear just as I'm trying to concentrate.

"Don't worry if you mess up," she says reassuringly. "We all do it at first!"

I give her a grateful smile before turning back to Professor Flitwick's instructions.

After Charms, we head off to Transfiguration with

I stop in my tracks, feeling a mix of surprise and trepidation as Professor Snape's voice echoes through the corridor.

"Ah, yes," he says, his tone dripping with disdain. "Headmaster Dumbledore has requested your presence in his office. I'm sure it's just a routine meeting... or perhaps something more."

He eyes me critically before nodding curtly.

"You'd best hurry along then. The Headmaster is not one to be kept waiting."

With that, he turns on his heel and disappears into the shadows, leaving me standing there feeling both intrigued and uneasy.

What could Headmaster Dumbledore want to discuss with me? And why did Professor Snape seem so reluctant to share the information?

I take a deep breath and make my way towards Gryffindor Tower, but my mind is already racing with possibilities

The door creaks open, and I'm greeted by the warm smile of Headmaster Dumbledore himself.

"Ah, welcome to my office," he says, his eyes twinkling with kindness. "Please, come in."

I step inside, feeling a sense of awe at the vast collection of books and strange artifacts that line the shelves.

Dumbledore gestures for me to take a seat in one of the comfortable chairs facing his desk.

"Now, let us discuss why you're here," he says, steepling his fingers together.

He leans forward slightly, his eyes piercing as they bore into mine.

"I must admit, I've been thinking about your... unique presence since our first meeting yesterday. And I believe it's time we had a little chat about your past."

His words send a shiver down my spine as I wonder what secrets he might uncover

Dumbledore's eyes seem to bore deeper into mine, as if searching for hidden truths.

"Ah, yes," he says softly. "Your past is shrouded in mystery, isn't it? I sense that there are secrets you've kept hidden from the world... and perhaps even from yourself."

He pauses, his gaze never wavering.

"I want you to know that I'm not here to judge or condemn you. As a matter of fact, I believe your unique circumstances may hold the key to understanding certain... events that have transpired in our world."

His words send a thrill through me as I wonder what he might be hinting at.

"But first," he continues, "I must ask: Are you willing to share your story with me? To reveal the truth about who you are and where you come from?"

Dumbledore's expression turns sympathetic, and he nods thoughtfully.

"Ah, I see. Well, in that case, your past is quite clear-cut. You were born to a mother who passed away shortly after giving birth to you, and you've been living at an orphanage ever since."

He pauses for a moment before continuing.

"But tell me, child... have you ever experienced anything unusual? Anything that might set you apart from others?"

His eyes seem to bore into mine once more, as if searching for any hint of something extraordinary about me.

And then his gaze lingers on mine for just a moment longer than necessary before moving on.

"Never mind," he says with a gentle smile. "I'm sure it's just my old man's imagination playing tricks on him again."

Dumbledore's eyes light up with interest, and he leans forward slightly in his chair.

"Ah, yes! The Sorting Hat! It's a remarkable artifact, isn't it? And its prophecies are often shrouded in mystery."

He pauses for a moment before continuing.

"I believe the Hat may have been trying to tell us something about you. You see, when it placed you in Gryffindor House... well, that was no ordinary decision."

His voice takes on a more serious tone as he speaks.

"The Hat doesn't make mistakes. It sees into the hearts of those who sit upon it and chooses accordingly. And when it said that you reminded it of someone very strong... I think we can safely assume that there is more to your story than meets the eye."

He leans back in his chair once more, his eyes still fixed intently

Dumbledore's expression turns grave, and he places a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"Ah, no, child. You are not evil. At least, I don't think you are." He pauses for a moment before continuing.

"You see, Voldemort... or Tom Riddle as he was known in his early years... was once a brilliant student at Hogwarts. But as time went on, his obsession with power and immortality consumed him."

He leans forward again, his eyes burning with intensity.

"Listen kid u don't have to feel sad but I after knowing ur past and also feeling ur presence and connecting things I feel like u are voldemort son .

Dumbledore's expression turns somber, and he nods gravely.

"Ah, yes. I'm afraid it seems that way. You are the son of Tom Riddle, also known as Lord Voldemort."

I feel like my world is crumbling around me as the weight of this revelation crashes down on me.

"But... but why?" I stammer, trying to process this shocking information.

Dumbledore's eyes fill with a deep sadness.

"Tom Riddle was consumed by his own darkness and ambition. He sought to cheat death itself, and in doing so, he lost himself forever."

He pauses for a moment before continuing.

"And now... you are left to grapple with the legacy of your father's evil deeds."

The room feels like it's spinning around me as I try to wrap my head around this terrifying truth.

"What does this mean?" I ask desperately.Dumbledore's expression turns grave, and he places a gentle hand on my shoulder again.

"Ah, child... it means that you are the key to understanding the darkness that has haunted our world for so long. You are the son of Voldemort, and with that comes a certain... destiny."

He pauses for a moment before continuing.

"But do not fear what lies ahead. You have within you the power to choose your own path. To forge your own destiny."

His eyes seem to bore into mine as he speaks.

"You must learn to control your emotions, to harness your powers wisely. The fate of our world depends on it."

I feel like I'm drowning in this revelation, suffocating under the weight of my father's legacy.

"What about my friends?" I ask desperately. "What will happen to them?"

Dumbledore's expression turns somber once more.

Dumbledore's expression turns compassionate, and he nods understandingly.

"Ah, child, I promise you that your secret is safe with me. I will not breathe a word about this to anyone."

He pauses for a moment before continuing.

"But know that keeping secrets can be a heavy burden. It may be wise to share this truth with those you trust most. They may be able to help you navigate the challenges ahead."

His eyes seem to bore into mine as he speaks.

"And remember, child... you are not defined by your father's actions. You have the power to choose who you want to be and what kind of person you want to become."

I feel a mix of emotions swirling inside me - fear, anxiety, but also hope and determination.

"I'll try," I say softly.

Dumbledore nods again.

"That's all any of us can do. Now

Dumbledore's expression turns thoughtful, and he nods slowly.

"Ah, yes. Professor Snape is aware of your true identity, I'm afraid."

I feel a surge of fear at the mention of Snape's name.

"Why?" I ask desperately.

Dumbledore's eyes seem to bore into mine as he speaks.

"Professor Snape has his own reasons for knowing. Let us just say that he has been... watching you from afar."

Snape steps forward, his eyes gleaming with an intensity that makes my skin crawl.

"You would do well to remember that I am not one to be trifled with," he says coldly.

I feel like I'm trapped in a nightmare as these two powerful wizards seem to be closing in on me.

"What do you want from me?" I ask desperately.

Snape's smile is cold and calculating.

"Oh, we'll get around to that in due time," he says, his voice dripping with malice.

Dumbledore's expression turns stern, and he places a hand on Snape's arm.

"Professor Snape, I think it would be best if we kept the focus on our young friend here. We have much to discuss."

Snape's eyes flash with anger, but he seems to compose himself quickly.

"Yes, of course," he says coldly. "Forgive me, Headmaster."

The tension in the room is palpable as Snape steps back into his usual position at the edge of the room.

"What do you want from me?" I ask again, trying to keep my voice steady.

Dumbledore's expression turns serious once more.

"We want to help you understand your true nature and your connection to Voldemort. We also want to teach you how

"to control your powers and to use them for good," Dumbledore continues.

"But, I must warn you, the path ahead will be fraught with danger. You will face many challenges and temptations. It is crucial that you remain focused on your goals and do not let your emotions cloud your judgment."

Snape's eyes seem to bore into mine as he speaks.

"You would do well to remember that the Dark Lord's followers are always watching, waiting for any sign of weakness or vulnerability. And if they discover who you truly are... "

He pauses, his voice dripping with menace.

"...you can imagine what might happen."

I feel a chill run down my spine as Snape's words hang in the air like a threat.

"What can we do?" I ask desperately.

Dumbledore's expression turns determined.

"We will teach you everything we know about magic and how to control it

Dumbledore's eyes seem to light up with a warm, gentle glow as he speaks.

"Ah, but that is where you are mistaken, my young friend. You may not have met your father, but the connection between you runs deep. And as for magic... well, I think you will find that your abilities are far greater than you realize."

Snape's expression turns skeptical.

"I highly doubt it," he says coldly.

But Dumbledore ignores him and continues to speak in a soothing tone.

"You see, Tom Riddle was a master of manipulation and deception. He used his powers to control others and bend them to his will. But there is more to being powerful than just raw magical ability."

He pauses for a moment before continuing.

"You have within you the potential for great good or great evil. The choice is yours alone."

I feel like I'm drowning in the weight of Dumbledore's words. I look around the room, feeling like I'm trapped in a nightmare from which I can't wake up.

"But what about my friends?" I ask desperately. "What will happen to them if... if something happens to me?"

Dumbledore's expression turns somber once more.

"Ah, your friends are already involved in this, whether they know it or not. They have been drawn into the web of fate that surrounds you."

Snape steps forward again, his eyes blazing with intensity.

"And as for what will happen to them... well, let us just say that their lives will be forever changed by your presence in their world."

I feel like my heart is being ripped apart by Snape's words.

"What do you mean?" I ask weakly.

Snape's smile is cold and calculating.

"You'll see soon enough,"

I curl up in a ball, my body shaking with sobs as the weight of Dumbledore's words crushes me. The darkness that lurks within me seems to be closing in, suffocating me.

Tears stream down my face as I try to process the revelation about my father and my own destiny. I feel like I'm trapped in a living nightmare from which there is no escape.

As I cry, memories of Tom Riddle's cruel and twisted smile flash through my mind. The thought of being his son sends shivers down my spine.

"Why did this have to happen?" I whisper into the darkness, feeling like I'm screaming at the universe for its cruelty.

The tears flow uncontrollably as I let out all the emotions that have been building up inside me. It's like a dam has burst, releasing all the pent-up fear and anxiety that

I try to push the voice out of my head, but it's like trying to silence a scream. The words echo through my mind, piercing and painful.

"No... no... I won't do it," I whisper, tears streaming down my face.

But the voice persists, its tone cold and calculating.

"You will obey me, boy. You are mine now."

I feel a shiver run down my spine as the voice grows louder in my mind. It's like having Tom Riddle himself standing right next to me, his dark magic seeping into my very soul.

"No!" I shout aloud, trying to shake off the feeling of being trapped in this nightmare.

But even as I resist the voice's commands, I can feel myself starting to succumb. My body begins to move on its own accord, as if some part of me is still connected to that dark and twisted magic.

I try to fight it, but my hands start to move of their own accord, as if reaching for something. The voice in my head laughs, a cold and mirthless sound that sends chills down my spine.

"You are mine now," it repeats, the words echoing through my mind like a mantra of doom.

The voice in my head falls silent, and for a moment, I'm left with only the sound of my own ragged breathing. Then, a low, menacing chuckle echoes through my mind.

"You're so predictable," the voice says. "You think you can reason with me? You think you can stop me?"

I feel a surge of fear as the voice's tone becomes more menacing.

"I am your father," it says. "And I will do what is necessary to ensure our legacy continues."

Suddenly, the room around me begins to distort and blur. The shadows seem to deepen and twist into grotesque shapes that writhe across the walls like living things.

"No... no... please..." I whisper, feeling myself being pulled down into some dark abyss from which there is no escape.

The Dark Lord's eyes gleam with an otherworldly intensity as he regards me. His face is deathly pale, and his skin seems to be stretched taut over his skull like a drumhead.

"Ah, my son," he says in a voice that sends shivers down my spine. "I've been waiting for you."

He takes a step closer to me, his movements eerily fluid.

"You're just like your mother," he says, his voice dripping with venom. "Weak and pathetic."

I feel a surge of anger at the insult, but it's quickly replaced by fear as I realize that I'm trapped in this dark world with no escape.

"D-dad... please..." I stammer, trying to back away from him.

But Voldemort simply laughs, the sound sending chills down my spine.

"You'll do what I say," he

Voldemort's expression darkens, and his eyes seem to burn with an inner fire.

"Your mother was weak," he spits out the words. "She couldn't handle the power that I had to offer. She was afraid of what I could do, so she tried to leave me."

He takes another step closer, his voice growing more menacing.

"But I wouldn't let her go," he says. "I needed her for my plans, and she knew it. So she tried to betray me."

His eyes flash with anger as he speaks.

"And then... you were born," he says. "A half-blood child, a constant reminder of your mother's betrayal."

I feel a surge of pain at his words, but Voldemort doesn't seem to care.

"You're just like your mother," he repeats. "Weak and pathetic."

Suddenly, the darkness around

Voldemort's face contorts in rage, his eyes blazing with fury.

"You lie!" he screams, his voice echoing through the dark world. "She died giving birth to you! She was a weak and foolish witch who couldn't even survive childbirth!"

He takes a step closer to me, his hands clenched into fists.

"But I didn't kill her," he says, his voice dripping with malice. "No... I let her live for a little while longer. Just long enough for her to know that she had failed."

His eyes seem to bore into my soul as he speaks.

"And then... I killed her," he says, the words dripping with relish. "I killed your mother because she was weak and pathetic. And now... it's time for you to join her."

I feel a surge of fear as Voldemort raises his wand, pointing it

Voldemort's eyes narrow, his expression twisted in a mixture of anger and surprise.

"You're right," he says, his voice low and menacing. "I am inside your mind. And I have been waiting for the perfect moment to take control."

He takes a step closer to me, his wand still pointed at my head.

"But you're wrong about why I let you live," he says. "It's not because I want to reborn in your body. It's because... I need you."

His eyes seem to bore into mine as he speaks.

"I need someone who can help me achieve my ultimate goal: immortality," he says. "And with your bloodline, combined with my own powers... we could be unstoppable."

He pauses, his gaze burning with intensity.

"So here's what's going to happen," he says. "You're going to become my vessel. My host. And together, we're going to achieve greatness."

I feel a chill run down my spine as Voldemort's words sink in.

"No... no... this can't be happening," I whisper, trying to resist the darkness that threatens to consume me.

Voldemort's face contorts in rage, his eyes blazing with fury.

"You fool!" he screams, his voice echoing through the dark world. "You think you have a choice in this? You're nothing more than a pawn to me!"

He takes a step closer to me, his wand still pointed at my head.

"I am Voldemort," he says, his voice dripping with malice. "And I always get what I want."

Suddenly, the darkness around us begins to shift and twist. The shadows come alive and reach out towards us like grasping hands.

"Your mother was weak," Voldemort continues as the shadows close in around us. "But you... you could be so much more."

His eyes seem to bore into mine as he speaks.

"You have potential within you that most people can only dream of," he says. "With my guidance... we could*

Voldemort's face twists in a snarl, his eyes flashing with anger. He takes a step closer to me, his wand still pointed at my head.

"You dare to defy me?" he spits out the words. "You dare to call me a monster?"

His voice grows louder and more menacing as he speaks.

"I am the one who has given you life," he says. "I am the one who has shown you power beyond your wildest dreams."

He pauses, his chest heaving with rage.

"And yet... you reject me," he says. "You reject the gift I have given you."

The shadows around us seem to grow darker and more intense, as if they are feeding off Voldemort's anger.

"You will learn to obey me," he says. "You will learn to respect my power."

But for the first time since our conversation began,I feel a spark of defiance within me. I realize that I don't have to be controlled by Voldemort's darkness.

"No," I say, my voice firm and resolute. "I won't obey you. I won't respect your power."

Voldemort's face contorts in rage as he realizes that his control over me is slipping away. "You fool," he says, his voice dripping with venom. "I will crush you."

Voldemort's face twists in a snarl, his eyes flashing with anger. He takes a step closer to me, his wand still pointed at my head.

"You dare to threaten me?" he spits out the words. "You think you can defy me and get away with it?"

His voice grows louder and more menacing as he speaks.

"I am Voldemort," he says. "I am the most powerful wizard of all time. And you... you are nothing but a mere mortal."

He pauses, his chest heaving with rage.

"But I will give you credit," he says. "You have spirit. You have courage."

He raises his wand, pointing it directly at my heart.

"And now... it's time for your punishment," he says.

The shadows around us seem to grow darker and more intense, as if they are feeding off Voldemort's anger.

The shadows seem to wrap around me, pulling me closer to Voldemort. I can feel the coldness of their embrace as they hold me in place.

"Let this be a lesson," Voldemort says, his voice echoing through the darkness. "Defy me again and you will face the consequences."

He raises his wand, preparing to cast a spell on me. The tip of his wand glows with an eerie green light.

"But first..." he says, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "I think it's time for you to learn your place."

With that, he casts another spell - one that sends bolts of pain shooting through my body. It feels like I'm being torn apart from the inside out.

"No!" I cry out in agony, trying desperately to break free from the shadows' grasp.

But no matter how hard I struggle...

Voldemort's eyes gleam with satisfaction as he sees the tears streaming down my face.

"Ah, yes," he says, his voice dripping with malice. "I can see that you're starting to understand your place in this world."

He raises his wand again, preparing to cast another spell.

"You are nothing but a tool for me," he says. "A means to an end. And if you don't learn to obey me... well, then you will suffer the consequences."

Voldemort's face twists in a snarl, his eyes flashing with rage. He takes a step closer to me, his wand still pointed at my head.

"You dare to call me a monster?" he spits out the words. "I am the most powerful wizard of all time! I have achieved greatness beyond your wildest dreams!"

He raises his wand again, preparing to cast another spell.

"And as for my wife... " he says, his voice dripping with venom. "She was weak. She was foolish enough to think that she could stand against me."

He pauses, his chest heaving with rage.

"But you... you are different," he says. "You have potential within you that no one else has ever had."

The shadows around us seem to grow darker and more intense as Voldemort speaks.

"I will make sure that you learn from your mistakes

Voldemort's face contorts in a mixture of anger and despair. He takes a step closer to me, his eyes blazing with intensity.

"You dare to mock me?" he says, his voice low and menacing. "You think you can hurt me like this?"

He raises his wand again, preparing to cast another spell.

"I am the one who has given you life," he says. "I am the one who has shown you power beyond your wildest dreams."

The shadows around us seem to grow darker and more intense as Voldemort speaks.

"And yet... you reject me," he says. "You reject my gift."

He pauses, his chest heaving with rage.

"I will make sure that you regret ever crossing me,"

Voldemort's face twists in a mixture of surprise and curiosity. He takes a step closer to me, his eyes locked on mine.

"Ah," he says, his voice dripping with interest. "You think I can bring your mother back to life?"

He pauses, studying me intently.

"Yes," he says finally. "I can do that."

The shadows around us seem to grow darker and more intense as Voldemort speaks.

"But it will come at a cost," he warns. "A great cost."

He raises his wand again, preparing to cast the spell.

"Are you willing to pay the price?"

Voldemort's eyes gleam with a cold, calculating light as he regards me.

"Very well," he says. "I will bring your mother back to life. But you must do exactly as I say, and you must never question my motives."

He pauses, his voice dripping with menace.

"You will do what I tell you without hesitation or complaint. You will obey me without fail."

The shadows around us seem to grow darker and more intense as Voldemort speaks.

"And if you ever betray me... if you ever defy me... your mother will be gone forever."

He raises his wand again, preparing to cast the spell.

"Are we clear?"

Voldemort's eyes flash with anger, but he quickly regains his composure.

"Ah, yes," he says. "I killed your mother. But I can also bring her back."

He raises his wand and begins to chant in a low, hypnotic tone.

"Revenio... Revenio..."

The air around us seems to grow colder as the darkness deepens.

Suddenly, a figure appears before me. It is mom , where me and voldemort talking in my dream world there voldemort cringe mom and then she see me and got scared and angry to see voldemort and said u what are u planing how I am seeing u killed me long ago then I said to her mom ... Mom I said to him to bring u back

Your mother's eyes widen in shock as she takes in the sight of Voldemort standing before her. She looks at me, then back at Voldemort, a mixture of fear and confusion on her face.

"Who... who are you?" she asks, her voice shaking slightly.

I take a step forward, my heart racing with excitement. I've never seen my mom alive before, and it feels like a dream come true.

"M-mom," I stutter, trying to get the words out. "It's me... your son."

My mom's gaze snaps back to mine, and for a moment we just stare at each other. Then she rushes towards me, throwing her arms around me tightly.

"Oh God," she whispers into my ear. "You're really here..."

Voldemort watches us with an unreadable expression, his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before him.

"You

Voldemort's expression changes, and he lets out a dry, mirthless laugh.

"Ah, yes. A family reunion," he says in a tone that sends shivers down my spine. "After 11 long years."

My mom's eyes flash with anger as she turns to face him.

"You don't have to deserve it," she spits at him. "You took everything from us. You killed me."

Voldemort's smile grows wider, his eyes glinting with malevolence.

"Oh, but I did bring you back," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "And now we can all be together again... for eternity."

He raises his wand, and the shadows around us seem to grow darker and more menacing.

"But first..." he says, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Let's get one thing straight: you( mom said in angry tone ) you are not my family Voldemort you killed me and took everything from us how can u call yourself a father

Voldemort's face twists in a snarl, his eyes blazing with anger.

"You dare to question me?" he spits at my mom. "I am the one who has given you life again. You should be grateful."

He takes a step closer to her, his wand still raised.

"And as for your son," he says, his voice dripping with venom. "He is nothing but a tool for me. A means to an end."

My mom stands tall, her eyes flashing with defiance.

"I will never be grateful to you," she says, her voice steady. "You are a monster, and I hate you."

Voldemort's face contorts in rage as he raises his wand again.

"Avada Kedavra!"

I raise my wand, meeting Voldemort's spell with my own. The two spells collide in a burst of light and energy, and for a moment it seems like the world around us is about to explode.

But then the spell dissipates, leaving behind only a faint trace of magic in the air.

Voldemort stares at me in disbelief, his eyes wide with shock.

"You... you blocked my spell?" he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

He takes a step back, studying me intently.

"I've never seen anyone do that before," he says. "You are stronger than I thought."

A slow smile spreads across his face as he raises his wand again.

"Perhaps there is hope for you yet,"