The year was 1960. Five long years had passed since I last set foot in Hogwarts. I had grown far beyond the boy who once sought knowledge from dusty tomes in the Restricted Section. My grasp of alchemy, dark magic, and the mind arts was now beyond that of any mortal wizard. I had mastered necromancy, blood magic, and even the deepest recesses of the human soul. The world was beginning to bend to my will, one continent at a time.
But even with all my power, something strange had begun to stir inside me — a faint feeling of emptiness. Perhaps… loneliness.
That was what led me to a small, quaint house in Cokeworth. The Evans household.
I entered quietly, my footsteps silent upon the floor. The scent of muggle cleaning products hung faintly in the air. I moved through the small living room, my eyes falling upon a cradle where a baby lay peacefully sleeping — Lily Evans.
Her hair shimmered faintly under the light, a vibrant red even at this young age. Her magical aura was faint but undeniable — strong, pure, untainted. I raised my wand, murmuring a detection charm. Runes formed in the air before me, glowing faintly gold.
"Impressive…" I muttered softly. "For a muggle-born, you have the potential of an average pureblood. With refinement, perhaps even greater."
I had read much about her future brilliance — her talent, her compassion, her defiance. But compassion and morality were luxuries I could no longer afford. In her, I saw more than potential. I saw an opportunity — a spark of magic that could be reforged into something extraordinary.
I prepared a small ritual circle on the floor beside her crib, inscribing runes of the mind, soul, and blood. As the circle ignited in deep crimson light, I extended my hand over her small forehead. My consciousness brushed against hers — so young, so untouched. With precision, I split a fragment of her mind, creating a second, dormant personality.
Into that second self, I poured knowledge — centuries of forbidden learning. Black magic, blood magic, necromancy, the Unforgivables, advanced Occlumency and Legilimency — all sealed deep within her subconscious. It would remain hidden until the day she needed it, or until I decided to awaken it.
Then came the blood ritual. I uncorked a small vial of dragon's blood, its red essence shimmering like molten fire, and a droplet of my own. Together, they mixed into a single glowing sigil that I pressed to her skin. The runes flared, her body trembling softly as the ritual bound itself to her magic.
Her aura blazed with power. A few strands of her red hair turned silver, shimmering faintly in the air. Her features shifted ever so slightly — softer, more refined, more beautiful. The bloodline had taken hold.
When the light faded, I gazed down at her — no longer merely Lily Evans. She was now my blood sister, connected to me by magic and ritual.
"See you around… little sister," I whispered with a faint, amused smile. Then, with a twist of my cloak, I Disapparated, leaving only a trace of dark energy behind.
As I reappeared miles away, I found myself wondering why I had done it. Why I had given her my blood, my knowledge, my power.
Perhaps because the original Tom Riddle had no family.Perhaps because, for all my power, I had grown tired of being utterly alone.Perhaps… because even darkness longs for kin.
Whatever the reason, I knew one thing for certain.
When the time came, Lily Evans would not be the same innocent girl history once knew.She would be something far greater — and far more dangerous.
My little sister.
The heir to my legacy.The beginning of my bloodline.And the spark that would one day ignite the storm.