A/N: Hello :) This short story was originally for a school assignment last year in English class. We basically had to pick a character - fictional or real - and change their archetype and show it in any way that we wanted (E.g. a friend of mine made a newspaper headline and article about it). I chose Tom Riddle and wrote short story mixed with interview and was proud of the result so I decided to post it here! Let me know what you think about it ^^

(I've actually been meaning to put it here since last year but procrastinated :') Better late that never am I right? Lol)

Also, some information is going to be different from the original HP book (especially horcruxes and how they work) but I had to change them so... yeah I know what the actual thing is.

Also this is the Tom Riddle that I'm talking about:

Here's the story:

The night was dark and gloomy. The hood of my cloak was pulled on my head, covering half of my face. My cloak was wet due to the heavy rain pouring down. I stepped through the narrow alley and faced a bunch of old and not so strong buildings - houses, I believe. It seemed to be an abandoned place. The ground was uneven because of all the rocks and wooden planks which god knows where they came from.

I stepped through them carefully, observing every house. Neither of them were the one I was looking for. I kept walking until I got to a crooked sign in front of a street saying "Spinner's End". I walked in. Finally, I found the house that I was looking for, so I knocked on the door, waiting for an answer. But there wasn't any. I knocked again, harder this time.

Finally the door opened very slightly, a thin ray of light shining out. Behind that was a pair of black eyes looking out cautiously.

"Yes?" The voice of a man said.

"It's me!" I whispered. "Helen Cortney." Once he heard my name, he opened the door and closed it shut as I walked in.

- Thought you wouldn't come.

He was a young man, in his early 20s perhaps. His tired eyes were as dark as his hair. "I'm willing to help." I said, taking off my hood.

"Very well then." He gestured to me to sit, pointing at the couch. "Let's get started!" I did as he said and took my parchment paper and magic quill out, getting ready to write. I cleared my throat and asked my first question.

HC (Helen Cortney): First of all, tell me a bit about yourself.

TR (Tom Riddle): Well, I grew up in an orphanage and I'm quite interested in dark magic. I'm also a parselmouth! Not sure if that was the reason or not but back in my days at Hogwarts many people thought that I was the heir of Slytherin.

HC: Were you actually?

TR: Yes, I do happen to be the heir of Slytherin. I have a direct bloodline connection with Salazar Slytherin through my grandfather, Marvolo Gaunt.

HC: Would you say that has any relations with the rumors about you being the dark lord?

TR: Absolutely not! Well, it obviously has a lot of affect on people since all they do is judge people based on what they see on the surface and don't care about what the true intentions are, but not on me. That's just my past. I can't control it now can I?

HC: When or where do you think the rumors started spreading?

TR: That night when I tried to kill Harry Potter.

HC: What was your reason for that?

TR: I was trying to save the muggles from a horrible future! That boy has dark things planned. He hates the muggles. Because of that, his plans are to get rid of every single one of them and make a world with only wizards. People are adoring him for trying to kill me and supposedly 'save' the world from me while he's only doing that because he knows the truth, he knows that I'm gonna be the only one stopping him and once I'm gone, there will be no more obstacles for him to reach his goal since he's 'the chosen one' and 'the boy who lived'. But people will soon regret that.

HC: How do you know about his true intentions?

TR: A prophecy. In my experience, they've never lied. I've been in the Hall of Prophecy in the ministry of magic. There was this one prophecy, hidden way back in the hall. It was probably something that the people of ministry don't want others to know. I have a feeling that they're on Potter's side.

HC: How do you know about it? I thought the Hall of Prophecy was a room where only some specific people could enter.

TR: I say this with no shame. At the end of the day, I am a bit of a dark wizard and outlaw. It's in my blood. There's a reason I was put in Slytherin. I sneaked into that hall without anyone knowing. Now you might consider this as hypocrisy, but in my defense, I should say that getting rid of all the muggles in the world just because they're so narrow-minded is way more harsh and cruel than sneaking into somewhere or turning someone into a ferret. That last one can be turned back to normal easily.

HC: One of the dark things you've done is creating horcruxes am I right?

TR: Yes but only one. Some dimwit decided to spread the news that I've made seven horcruxes which is definitely not true. I'm not that stupid to split my soul seven times. I did it once and that was enough.

HC: Is that what kept you alive that night?

TR: Well, yes and no. The curse almost did kill me. I managed to get back to my house as soon as possible. The horcrux restored my soul in a way. It had been keeping my soul from when I made the horcrux and gave it to me that night. That's how I've stayed young like this. I'm actually around 70 years old now, but was around 20 when the horcrux was made, thus I look 20 now.

HC: Back to the case of Harry Potter, you said you wanted to kill him just to save the muggles from a deadly future.

TR: That is true.

HC: But what about his parents? You murdered them as well although they had done nothing wrong but trying to protect their child.

TR: I do have a lot of regret for that and I still truly wish that they hadn't resisted that much. But there wasn't time to explain. They wouldn't believe me either way, which is normal. Imagine a stranger getting into your house and telling you that your child is going to kill every muggle on planet earth when he's grown up.

HC: Why are you so keen on saving the muggles? What reason has caused you to come this far?

At this point, he took a deep breath and paused, as if thinking about his answer.

TR: Well, I guess it was just common sense.

HC: So what's your next step?

TR: Actually, I've decided that I'm gonna let it go.

HC: What? Why?

TR: Because whatever I do, it just doesn't work out. People don't want to believe me and the ministry is not helping at all. I tried asking them for help one or two times at the beginning but they tried to arrest and kill me. I've already wasted a big part of my life on something that's not gonna change and risked many things for it. One should know when to stop. I should've done so earlier.

I put the quill down and looked into his eyes.

- Are you really going to let the muggles die?

He looked at me and didn't answer for a long moment. He then looked away and finally spoke. "I might give it a try one last time. But I don't think it's going to work. I have this feeling that I'm gonna fail miserably; worse than that night in Godric's Hollow."

For another minute or so, neither of us said anything.

"Well!" I stood up and so did Tom. "That was it. I'll get this into magazines and newspaper as soon as possible and I'll keep you updated if anything happens."

"Thank you for actually listening." He mumbled under his breath. I smiled.

"Thank you for agreeing to do the interview. And for trying to save the muggles! I wish you the best."

He smiled and nodded as I opened the door and stepped out into the rainy night.