So, hey people! I'm back! Since A Promise In An Alley my PJO family story is working out, I'm gonna try for a Harry Potter thing… It's about Voldemort's second chance. He's gonna be taking care of a little girl. R&R!
A white room.
A choice.
A boy.
Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr. sat in the middle of a blindingly white room, with only a lake for company.
He didn't know if it had been days, months, or years since he had arrived.
It could've been a second or a century, and he wouldn't have noticed the difference.
All he knew was that he was gazing endlessly at his reflection in the lake.
Clear blue eyes, light brown hair, and a handsome sixteen year old face stared back at him.
"You," a voice called to him.
"Yes?" Tom turned away from the lake, and to the voice.
"You've been given a second chance by powers higher than myself." The voice told him, now taking on a visible form. A boy in his late teens with glossy blond hair and stunningly violet eyes appeared.
Tom rolled his eyes. "I'm Lord Voldemort. I don't want second chances."
"Unless you want to be stuck here forever?"
"I'm listening."
The boy, who we call Voice, laughed. "Oh, Tom. The higher powers are offering you rebirth."
When Tom opened his mouth to most likely put in some sarcastic comment, Voice interrupted. "Your spirit will be sent back in time, to help someone."
"I don't help people."
"Let me finish!" Voice snapped, irritated.
Tom smirked.
"Anyway, as I was saying, you could make her into some Death Eater, a Dumbledore helper, your own personal cronie, whatever you wish, as long as she survives." Voice smiled.
"And why exactly would this 'she' be worth the time and effort to send me back?"
"Well… You see, Tom,"
"Don't call me that." Tom snapped.
Voice smirked. "Firstly, she's a very powerful little bugger, equaling yourself."
Pale blue eyes suddenly sparked with cunning, plans forming in the Dark Lord's head almost immediately.
"Second, in the time you came from, she died from magical overload." Voice continued. "Third, well… She's your… I'm not sure how many greats, great niece." Violet eyes sparked with the same cunning as Voldemort's.
"How exactly do I have a great grand niece?" Tom asked curiously.
Voice inwardly smirked. "Merope Gaunt had a sister, who had sons, and sons, and sons, and finally, a daughter."
"How will I be able to protect this girl?"
"You will be reborn as her elder brother, Thomas Gaunt."
"I'll do it." The Dark Lord's eyes glittered with malice. "But only to get her on my side of the war."
Voice smiled, casually brushing his blond hair out of his eyes. "When you are born, you won't remember anything, no Harry Potter, no Death Eaters, nothing. Ta-ta now!" he snapped his fingers, and Tom was sent into a swirling vortex before he could attack Voice.
The last thing Tom thought before he lost consciousness was that he had blue eyes.
Perhaps there was hope for him after all…