Author's Note: This story takes place during the end of Harry's 4th year. I like to give characters new hair dues and stuff ,such so don't freak out if something is a bit different about their appearance than it is in the story. Please R&R and thank you for checking out my stories.

Prologue: The Hidden Scrolls Of Destiny

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He who was called upon once shall be looked at again.

For heroes nor evil ever rest and the hand of deceit shall arise.

With hair like fire he will be be feared and his own life knew none mercy and neither will he.

For all dark lords before could never amount to the terror he shall bring.

Born alone and into a world of lost his heart will know not love but hate.

Yet he will have a match just as he.

But his foe will know mercy and his foe will know love.

And they will clash as day and night.

Yet once into the flame they will swallow each others hate...

Chapter 1: The Rise Of A New Lord

The night was still as Harry tried to sleep in the Weasley's Burrow. Ron was snoring loudly as usual but this time it hadn't awaken Harry. He was having nightmares of the events that occurred in the Triwizard Tournament.

The death of Cedric seemed to replay over and over when finally he was thrown out of his slumber. He opened his eyes and pain seared through his scar. It was so intense that it spread through his entire face and shot down his arms and legs.

He had never felt this much pain before. Between the immense pain he thought that Voldemort must have really been mad. Mad enough to kill everything and everyone including himself.

Harry clenched the sheets and his body seemed to squirm around in the bed. Ron woke up and glanced over at him.

His eyes grew wide with fear and he jumped out of his bed and ran over to Harry. He grabbed Harry's shoulders. "HARRY, HARRY WAKE UP. YOUR HAVING A BAD DREAM MATE, HARRY". He was in so much pain that he couldn't even hear Ron.

He couldn't think, feel or do anything other than feel the pain. His body was sweating bullets and finally everything went black and he was now one with Voldemort's mind:He was back at the graveyard.

The same place Cedric had been killed and it seemed ever more depressing than it had before. He was on his back looking up at the dark sky.

Pain ran through Voldemort's body and the presence of death was on the air. He raised his head and noticed scattered bodies lay around him.All of them masked and clocked in black.

They were his death eaters and all of them dead or dying. Then he heard the sound of a manic woman and he knew at once who the voice belonged to;Bellatrix. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY LORD?!? WHO ARE YOU?!?" she screamed in tears.

Voldemort had very little strength to turn his head to see who she was talking to yet he managed. A figure stood before her. He was tall, fit and slim. His face could not be made out in the dark and his hair too veiled it. For a moment he said nothing and stood in silence.

Bellatrix clenched her wand and screamed "CRUTIO!!!!". The figure muttered an incantation under his breathe and the spell did nothing. Bellatrix looked shocked and in horror. She looked at her wand and back at the figure. "WHAT, WHO ARE YOU! WHAT KIND OF MAGIC IS THIS!".

Voldemort could feel tragedy right around the corner. He gathered all his strength to call to her but only a faint Bellatrix came out his mouth. Somehow, someway she heard her name and looked at him.

Her eyes were full of love and compassion. When suddenly an array of sinister green engulfed her body throwing it yards away. Voldemort had lost his emotion of fear for so long. For so long he was feared, he was predator, he was alpha dog.

But the sense of the unknown came rushing into him. His heart began to race as he starred at his beloved Bellatrix. Her bodyl imp, eyes open, and faint green smoke lifted from her as if she had been on fire and suddenly put out.

The only person he truly cared for was now dead, and he would now never know love. Then came a person to him. "MY LORD, WE MUST RUN, WE MUST FLEE BEFORE HE..." said the person before his sentence was cut off.

The person had been picked up and only then had Voldemort noticed it was wormtail. He was suspended in mid air and squirmed to break free. And too his body was engulfed in a mist of green and was thrown into a tomb were it hit with a sickening thud.

All was still and silent. His mind was racing with fear and his heart could have jumped out of his chest. The sound of soft foot steps began to grow louder as they came closer and closer to him. He then heard the slithering of a serpent.

It was Nagini and the snake was stealthily approaching to the unknown figure from behind. This could be his one chance. If Nagini could just bite him once, its deadly venom would kill the mysterious person instantly.

The hidden faced person was only a few steps away from him and he could see Nagini about to strike.The serpent pounced lighting fast and a sense of relief rushed over Voldemort which was soon followed by dread.

The unknown person caught the serpent by the neck. He threw it with immense might into the air and whispered "Confringo".

The thick body of the serpent exploded at once into every direction imaginable and some pieces hit Voldemort in the face. Blood dripped down the headstones. Voldemort was stunned at the death of his snake.

Who was this person or thing with such immense magic power he thought to himself. The person made its way over to him finally. He stood for a few seconds just starring into Voldemort's fear ridden eyes. His face still couldn't be seen in the dark.

He noticed Voldemort's wand on the ground and picked it up. He examined it closely and put the tip against Voldemort's cheek. "NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" screamed Voldemort and a powerful ray of green took over his vision as everything went black and cold...

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