The Tran-scendence

I don't know why, but theres a direction that most people don't realize at this junction- Mostly because there used to be a brick wall in front of it.
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Thomas Riddle was a boy born to a mother dying of heartbreak, and an unwilling father who ditched the both of them the moment his extended date-rape drug wore off. Thomas Riddle was left at an orphanage to grow until the eventual invitation to Hogwarts came. Unfortunately, childhood was not any easy series of events as many children tend to have. But little Thomas discovered something that was different from the other kids. A little boy different than all the other tots running about and causing mayhem.

Thomas identified as a female.

And that got her a lot of sh*t from the other kiddies around her. She also seemed to have these weird powers, like catching things on fire and floating and whatnot- Nothing particularly fancy, but it definitely gave her an advantage over the older bullies and irritants surrounding her.

Even at Hogwarts, she got jeers from her peers. Although she got back at them fairly effectively, one way or another. It seemed no matter where she turned, nobody could help or accept who she really was... Even their potions were limited to temporary transformations between genders.

So she decided they could all burn in hell (That notion may have been taken a little too literally after a while).

But no matter where in the world she went, there was nothing that could get her what she wanted. Not without some drastic self-sacrifices, anyway. Deciding that the wizarding world was so damn slow at evolving that it would take a considerable amount of time for a solution to appear... She decided to look into immortality. Surprisingly, that avenue was FAR more plentiful in paths to take.

Hopefully she'd outlive Bumblebore's Merlin-damned speeches about homosexuality being a perfectly fair and even advantageous path in life. That wasn't the issue, stupid goat!

Surprisingly, her besought answer came to her via her temporary death at the hands of the offspring of that red-headed succubus (in a complimentary way, outside of life and death battles. The woman could wear a silk shirt better than most Ladies) and her charming spectacled boy-toy.

In order to get a new body to her liking, she just had to ditch the old one! All that was left was slight modifications in the revival ritual (and maybe reworking her anagram a bit...). Maybe she'd tell Pettigrew to cut off more than just a hand. Damn but he was an eyesore.

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Harry Potter © JKRowlings 

Little did they know, there was a straight line of flaming destruction stretching out from Scotland. The cry of a enraged bird tearing through the air.