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HP: I Became A Horcrux

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NOT A TRANSLATION ___ Elijah transmigrates into the Harry Potter world, expecting wonders of magic—only to awaken trapped as a soul fragment inside Voldemort's most infamous Horcrux: the cursed diary. Replacing the original Dark Lord's remnant, he becomes the charismatic young "Tom Riddle"... but freedom remains a distant dream. During the days when he stayed in the diary, Elijah continued to learn and digest Riddle’s knowledge, waiting for the opportunity of resurrection. It wasn’t until the summer of 1992 that Ginny Weasley wrote down words in her diary for the first time… "Dear Diary....." After endless years of formless torment, he will stop at nothing to claim a real, living body: deception, friendship, betrayal, broken hearts—every sin is just a desperate step toward escape and existence. As he rises with unmatched cunning and godlike magical dominance, the original Dark Lord stirs, igniting a brutal war for supremacy: Silas vs. Voldemort, where only one can claim the title of true Lord of the Dark. No mercy. No redemption. Only ruthless ambition. ___ Author's Note (Rewrite) Hey all, This is the full rewrite of my old fic "I Became Voldemort." I Became Voldemort started as a translation, but I hated the plot by ch74, so I ditched it and wrote my own story from there → ended at ch300. It ended up being a moderate success overall, but honestly, 20-30% readers dropped off early (before my original writing kicked in). The loyal ones who stayed? Absolute legends. Same core idea (transmigrator in the diary as a Horcrux, OP anti-hero vs. real Voldemort with a terrifying Dumbledore), just way better executed. Old readers: thanks for coming back. New ones: enjoy the glow-up. Let's go!
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