Disclaimer: It's not mine, obviously. But if it was… hehehe.
A/N: The point of view in this one is just going to be plain old first person. No "you" stuff. I just can't continue on with that. Sorry if you liked it.
Rising From the Shadows
Chapter 1
I thought I was flying. I thought I was finally free from this hell-hole. I waited patiently for the ground to meet me, but seconds went by and I never got the satisfaction of death. I opened my eyes, which I never noticed I had closed. What I saw fueled a burning rage within me, and so badly I wanted to murder whoever stole away my freedom.
I was in his arms. He must have used some spell to slow my falling in order to catch me. He had hair black as mine almost, and eyes as red as blood. I was to lost in my own thoughts to noticed I had stopped falling. I bit the arm of my captor; hard.
He cried out in pain and I felt the coppery tang of blood grace my tongue. I immediately got out of his grip and he gripped his arm. He looked at me, hate in his eyes, and took out his wand with his uninjured arm. I took out mine also.
There was something in his eyes, something that I could not identify. It almost scared me, almost invoked fear in me but I did not let that fear come beyond a thought and encroach upon my heart.
For a second we just stood there, watching and waiting. Neither of us moved and for a moment, it seemed as though time itself stood still. With one quick swish of his wand, I was stunned, unable to move as my captor approached me. I struggled with all my might against the spell, but to no avail. I was, once again, trapped.
"Is this what has become of the great Harry Potter?" the man muttered, staring indifferently as my eyes stared at him with as much hatred as I could possibly muster.
There was something familiar about that red-eyed man, as well as something dark and alluring. I couldn't put my finger on who it was… but I defiantly knew him. Was he here to kill me? But if so, why did he save me? To save my death for himself?
I wanted to ask him what his plans for me were. I wanted to ask who the hell he even was, but stunned, the words died in my throat. I could do nothing but glare, nothing at all. So badly I wanted to thrash out, to kill this man, but I couldn't.
Suddenly, I could move my limbs again. The man, whoever it was, had removed the spell. A stupid move I'd say, because the first thing I did was stand up and have my fist meet his face and his ass meet the ground. His nose was bleeding and his face portrayed the anger and humiliation that he was quite obviously feeling. I watched as he got up and aimed his want squarely at my heart.
"Give me one good reason not to kill you where you stand, Potter," the man said, his voice low and having a slight hissing sound to it.
It was then that I recognized who it was. It was then that I realized how lucky I was to still have my life. Those red eyes, that black hair, those oh so perfect features and sinister smirk, and that hissing way of talking…
"I can't, Tom. Sorry," I said, grinning maniacally.
Oh what fun it will be to tease Tom Riddle, the Dark Lord Voldemort, until the moment of my death.
A/N: Haha! I finally got started on the sequel! I don't know how happy I am with it, but it's good enough for me. Like it? Please review!