Disclaimer: This is simply a fan-fiction; the world of Harry Potter has always and will always belong to JKR.

A/N: For the purpose of this story, some of the characters, such as the Weasley Twins, Fleur Delacour, and Viktor Krum are younger than they are in canon. This story has been inspired by The Darkness Within by Kurinoone.

Edit: I combined the Prologue together with Chapter 1.

Prologue

It's not fair, he thought. He saw the bright green light rushing towards him. It's not fair at all. He had dedicated all his life to working, and studying to become the powerful Dark Lord he currently was. He had actual ideas and goals for the future of the magical community. He had started from the very bottom, and painfully took each step to rise up to the top. Yet, this mere boy, who barely lived and experienced less than one-fourth of what he had been through, was standing there in front of him.

Harry Potter. That name, his being almost became an obsession. Harry Potter was everything he was not, but eerily the most similar person to himself. That was what made him mad. Angry. They pitied the boy. He had grown up as an orphan, being mistreated by his relatives. He too had grown up as an orphan, but no one pitied him. People admired Harry Potter; they expected great things from him, but no one expected anything from a poor little half-blood. Harry Potter was born into wealth and fame. He had to work his way to wealth and fame. In the end, the boy even won. No, it's not fair.

But of course, he knew life was unfair. Ever since he was old enough to understand pain. Not just physical pain, but emotional pain, he knew you could never rely on the fairness of life. So even as he fell to the ground, or even as his body slowly turned into ash, he couldn't help the malicious contentment he felt. This isn't the end of Lord Voldemort. Oh yes, Harry Potter, this isn't the end.

Chapter One

Not Exactly as Planned

Lord Riddle was sitting behind his magnificent desk staring at the latest report that was given by his Death Eaters. He shook his head, barely containing his fury. The progress for taking over the Ministry from the inside was taking much longer than his patience could bare. However, he was left with little choice, as the alternative, taking over by terrorizing the magical community had proved to be fruitless. Many things were not going as planned, but it was better than he had expected.

The night he was supposed to die, Voldemort had once more escaped death. Horcruxes weren't his only safeguard to guarantee immorality. After his rebirth during Harry Potter's fourth year, he became paranoid about death, and researched further into other forms of magic. Using his own knowledge, and his connection with the Unspeakables, he was able to use a rare form of Time Magic. If all his horcruxes were destroyed, and if he was killed, then instead of his spirit moving on, he would be sent back in time. Although it would be painstaking to redo everything, he decided he would use the opportunity to reach his goals quickly and efficiently.

However, not everything had gone according to plan. As powerful as Time Magic was, it was also unpredictable. Voldemort believed he would know everything about the future, but was surprised as things turned out differently. Being as intelligent as he was, he realized not only his actions would affect the future, but every small little actions made by others would cause chain reactions to alter the future greatly. Therefore, during his second life, Voldemort found himself falling in love with a muggle-born witch. She was smart, witty, sarcastic, beautiful, loyal, and also his first friend. They met in the orphanage when he was 6 years old. Though she looked like a small delicate girl, she was able to scare off all the bullies away from him.

At first Voldemort kept her in his company to use her as a loyal servant, but as the years passed, he began to love her. Her name was Emma White, and the two friends and lovers were inseparable. Of course he didn't give up his goals. He still wanted to take over the magical community in hopes of improving the privileges of all magical beings. However, Emma encouraged Voldemort to be more Slytherin. To be exact, she would tell him "stop acting like a Gryffindork, and take over from the inside, Tom". She also told him to be a puppeteer, and work in the shadows, so that when trouble arose, he would be able to cut the strings and allow his puppets to take the blame. She wouldn't have been considered nice by normal standards, but Voldemort knew she wasn't evil. Despite everything, by the time they graduated Hogwarts, she was his everything. They got married, and he worked his way up slowly, determined to take over the ministry from the inside.

Another difference from the original timeline was that the Dark Lord Grindelwald was never captured. During the famous battle between Dumbledore and Grindelwald, no one had managed to defeat one another, and in the end, Grindelwald fled. He wasn't heard for a long time, and rumor had it that he was gravely injured and was in hiding to recuperate, and rebuild his army. However, he was always considered to be Europe's problem, not England's.

As the years passed, Voldemort had gained a good amount of wealth, and even became a father in 1960 on November 1st. He also had a second son in 1969. By the 1970s, Voldemort was becoming well known and recognized in public. He was considered to be a strict, yet charming man. To a few purebloods however, Lord Riddle was known as Lord Voldemort, a fearsome and powerful mastermind.

By the end of 1978, Voldemort was surprised when his wife said they would be having another child. And, on October 31st, 1979, Voldemort found himself as the father of a beautiful young girl. This time around, there was no prophecy that Voldemort knew of, and despite his dislike for the Potters, he had left them alone. In addition, England had enjoyed their longest time of peace. Although his progress with the ministry was frustratingly slow, he was happier than he ever thought he could be. However, his happiness didn't last. Two years after the birth of their daughter, his wife and his two son had gone overseas for traveling. Voldemort stayed behind to look after their daughter, but mainly because of work. During the trip, his wife and his two sons had tragically died, when they were accidentally caught in a battle between aurors and some followers of Grindelwald. Voldemort took the news very badly. Although he still hid behind the shadows, his actions became more violent after the death of his wife. He also became more ruthless, and started falling back to some of his older methods from his previous life. He had started gathering followers, as well as killed and tortured people, if he believed it was necessary. He still acted as a puppeteer and did not terrorize the magical community, doing his best to honor his wife's advice.

Raising a child by himself was also difficult. He was almost old enough to be his daughter's grandfather. In addition, he couldn't find enough time to be around her, as he was getting busier and busier with work. Lastly, being around his daughter brought up old memories of his wife, which still caused him pain. However, he still loved his daughter, and was very protective over her.

Voldemort was looking at a picture of his smiling wife, when he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in." A beautiful girl with soft, silky black hair, pale skin, and mesmerizing crystal blue eyes walked into the room. She looked a lot like her handsome father, except her lips and smile was exactly like her mother.

"Father, did you call for me?"

"Yes I did, sit down Eve." When Evelyn sat in front of her father, he continued to explain. "You'll be going to Hogwarts this year."

"But father, you've said that the education provided by you is far superior than what they offer at Hogwarts or any other magical schools."

"It is, but there's something that I would like you to do at Hogwarts." He looked at his daughter carefully, and continued. "I need you to make connections with the heirs of powerful families. See if you can also gather information. Adults do not understand how much children actually know, or how easily information can be coaxed out of them."

"I understand."

"One more thing, you'll need to buy a ministry approved wand in order to attend Hogwarts, and we shall leave tomorrow to take care of that."

"Yes, father. By the way, Draco wishes to come by tomorrow, can he?", she asked in a very polite manner.

"Aren't you being a little too cruel to the Malfoy heir." She gave her father a very convincing innocent smile.

"What do you mean?" Voldemort tried to hide his smile as he watched his perfect little girl.

"You know exactly what I mean. You treat him like he's a common house elf." He saw a smirk form on his daughter's lips. It was amazing how she could still look as innocent as an angel while wearing a nasty smirk.

"I beg to differ. He's more like a lost puppy, and I'm giving him a purpose to his life." Then more softly she said, "That house elf follows me around. How can I deny a house elf work?" When she saw her father shaking his head, she continued once more. "I assume you've granted permission, goodnight father."

Potter Manor

August 2, 1996

Harry Potter was in his room changing after a match of Quidditch with his friends and family. His father, him, and Samuel were on one team, while Uncle Padfoot, Joseph, and Stella, were on another team. It had been a very close match, but his team had won, which left a very upset Uncle Padfoot going into the kitchen looking for food. His mother, Uncle Moony, Uncle Moony's wife, and Uncle Padfoot's wife were in the kitchen discussing their children's academics, while Samuel's younger sister was playing with her dad, Uncle Wormtail.

He was just about to leave when Uncle Wormtail poked his head in, and told Harry that his Hogwarts letter had arrived.

"Great!", he yelled, as he quickly ran down the stairs.

"Harry, what have I told you about running?" Lily asked as Harry rushed into the living room.

"Uh, you said I should just apparate? Oh wait, actually that was Uncle Padfoot." Just as Harry expected, Lily turned her attention to Sirius, who stared back at Lily with a piece of muffin in his mouth, and a clueless expression on his handsome face.

Harry got to the pile of letters on the table, and was sorting it out, looking for his Hogwarts letter. He was starting his sixth year in the Fall, and was eagerly waiting for his Quidditch Captain badge, which would arrive with the list of books they were required to buy. However, when he found his empty letter, he immediately knew that the whole Quidditch Captain thing was a prank. As if on cue, 2 boys and a grinning girl entered the room.

"Wow, can't believe you actually fell for it. Why would I give up my Quidditch Captain position, Mr. Potter?" asked a handsome boy who looked a lot like Sirius. His name was Joseph Black, which went against the Black's traditional way of naming a child. He had dark hair and eyes, and was starting his seventh year. The girl standing next to Joseph had blonde hair, and brown eyes. She wasn't exactly beautiful, but she had a very down-to-earth look, and a charming smile. Her name was Stella Lupin, and she was also starting her seventh year. The last boy was Samuel Pettigrew, who was starting his sixth year, like Harry. Samuel was also surprisingly good looking, with blue eyes, and wavy light brown hair. Peter Pettigrew had married a beautiful muggle, who ran away when Samuel was young. That particular story was a taboo subject among their friends and family. Out of the three boys, Joseph was the best looking, and the most popular amongst the female population at Hogwarts. Then Samuel was considered to be the next best looking male. Harry who had green eyes, black hair, and no glasses, unlike his father, was considered to be above average, but not handsome.

"By the way, Stella and I have something to tell you two." Joseph said, as he took Stella's hand.

"Erm.. yeah?" Harry asked, trying not to look angry as he saw the two holding hands.

"We finally got together last week." Stella said, winking.

"Congrats!" Samuel pulled the both of them into a hug. Harry tried to smile as he patted Joseph on the back, with more force than necessary. When the couple left the room, Samuel turned to Harry.

"You okay mate?" Harry sat down on the sofa, and didn't answer for a while.

"I knew I should have asked her out earlier."

"I don't think it would have worked out. I mean, Stella and Joseph were kind of inseparable since we were young."

"Still.. I liked her first." Harry said, knowing that he was sounding very childish at the moment.

"Oh Harry, Harry, why art thou so hopeless?" Samuel mocked, as he sat on the sofa next to Harry.

"Shut it, Sam."

Malfoy Manor

Lucius was very irritated. His son Draco had run off to Riddle Manor once more. It wasn't a secret that Draco was following Evelyn around like a lost puppy. He had tried to stop Draco from lowering himself to that child, but Draco already seemed to be wrapped around her finger. Lucius didn't know what it was, her beauty? power? charm? aura? But, whatever it was, Draco was lost the moment he set his eyes on her. Usually, his son was an obedient child. He never went against his father. However, whenever it came to Evelyn, he seemed to put the girl in front of everything else. He wouldn't mind if the two children became close. After all, Lord Voldemort was a very powerful figure, who he already accepted as his "master" in order to gain more influence for the house of Malfoy. However, Lucius knew that the dedication was one sided. He couldn't even call it a friendship. It was clear that Evelyn was using him, and Draco, whether he knew it or not, didn't mind.

Riddle Manor

August 5, 1996

Evelyn was staring at the new wand she recently bought. It was very precious to her, since the core of this wand was a phoenix feather, just like her father's. It was known that the phoenix who gave its feather to her father's wand had given just one other. However, Mr. Olivander informed them that the other wand had already been sold. Her father was not pleased, and had used all his influence to get Mr. Ollivander to acquire another feather to make her a wand. Mr. Ollivander had tried to discourage her father, telling him that it is the wand that chooses the witch or wizard, but of course her father didn't care. When she did finally get her wand, Ollivander was surprised to see that it worked well. Later that day he told her.

"It's true that the wand chooses the witch or wizard, but if the witch or wizard is powerful, you can will it to pledge its allegiance to you." She wasn't quite sure if she believed her father, but she didn't let her skepticism show.

Eve was still staring at her wand when she heard a knock on the door. When she opened it, she saw Draco standing in front of her.

"Hi Eve. Is that your new wand?"

"Hello Draco, and yes it's my new wand. By the way, did you find any gems? It's quite alright if you haven't." Draco immediately took out a pouch from his pocket and gave it to Eve.

"Of course I found one. I'm offended that you think I'm incompetent of finding such a petty thing like a gem, for you." Eve lightly placed her hand on his arms.

"Well I'm glad I didn't cause you too much trouble then." Draco looked down at her.

"Even if it is troubling, you know you can ask me anything, Eve." She took her hand off his arm and moved towards the armchairs, motioning Draco to follow her. When Draco got closer, she held up her wand and started to explain.

"I'm going to ask father to embed this gem into my wand, which is the reason why I was looking for regular stones without any magical properties, since it might hinder the magical core."

"Why, plain wooden wand isn't good enough for you?", Draco asked playfully.

"Do you think it's good enough for me?" Draco lowered his eyes to the expensive carpet.

"Even a gem embedded wand wouldn't be good enough for you." Evelyn smirked at Draco's reply.

"It's the best you can do Draco, and I appreciate it." Draco looked up.

"The best? Are you kidding me? I know many excellent crafters who make notable family heirlooms. If you don't mind, you can give me your wand, and then you'll be able to see the best I can do." Evelyn handed him her wand.

"Here, show me your best then. I trust you with my wand, because you're my close friend, Draco." He smiled at the fact that she called him a close friend.

August 18, 1996

Evelyn entered the library, and walked towards the chair her father was occupying.

"Hello father." She greeted him. Voldemort looked up and greeted his daughter, but when he saw her wand, his eyes slightly narrowed. The wand now had a delicately carved pattern, and small gems of emerald and diamond embedded near the handle.

"How much did that cost Evelyn?" Eve smiled at her father.

"None." They both smirked, as Evelyn left the room with a beautiful wand in her hand.

Hogwart's Express

September 1st, 1996

"Harry! There you are, I've been looking all over for you!" Sam said as he entered the compartment. "Why don't you come sit in our compartment? Joseph, Stella, Fred, George, Lee, and even Cho's there." Harry faked a yawn.

"I didn't get much sleep last night, so I was actually planning to take a nap. Why don't you go over there and flirt with Cho, your dream girl." Harry replied, giving him a cheeky grin. Sam rolled his eyes, and left the compartment, muttering about how his sexual innuendos were not appreciated. Once the door closed, Harry let out a sigh. Despite his effort, he hadn't been able to get over the fact that Joseph and Stella were now dating. He had a crush on Stella ever since he was six, and he always thought she was his. Being as good looking as Joseph was, Harry never imagined that Joseph would go for a plain looking girl like Stella. Harry was angry for his stupidity and confidence that no one besides him would fancy her.

After a couple of minutes, Harry was already getting bored of being alone in the compartment. He briefly considered joining the next door compartment with Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, and Luna. However, he decided against it. They were all nice people, but most of the school viewed them, except for Ginny, as uncool. Since he was considered popular, he thought it would be unbefitting of his reputation.

Evelyn was sitting alone on one side of the compartment, while the rest of the people were squished together on the other side. Draco who was sitting relatively closer to her, introduced her to Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson, Nott, Zabini, Greengrass, and Davis. Evelyn made sure to make the right impression on the children of influential families, which only consisted of Crabbe, Goyle, Nott, and Greengrass. After the introduction, she was getting rather bored of listening to their mindless conversation. When the trolley lady came by, Draco bought all of her favorite snacks and placed them next to Eve.

"So, nervous about the sorting?"

"No not really, I'm actually looking forward to it."

"Oh really?" Parkinson narrowed her eyes, as she watched Draco acting weirdly around Eve.

"The Sorting Hat is one of the most powerful ancient artifact that currently exist. The value of it does not even compare to an heirloom of the Founders of Hogwarts. But more than the monetary value, it's the magic that's truly valuable. Many centuries have passed, since it's been created by the four great Founders, and yet its magic hasn't waved at all. Not just that, but the hat contains a great amount of information that's been gathered from every mind of all the students that has ever been sorted. To be able to interact with such an artifact would be a great... pleasure." Her eyes turned a light shade of red, by the end of her sentence. Parkinson's face slightly paled when she saw the dangerous expression of desire on the girl's face. The boys on the other hand were drawn in by the powerful aura that she gave off. When the conversation once more returned to the mindless chattering, Eve excused herself from the compartment. Draco was about to follow, but she told him politely that she wanted privacy. Once she left, Nott whispered to Draco.

"Who exactly is she? I think I've heard about the Riddles before, but I don't know too much about them."

"Well, I don't know much either, but my father has been associating with Lord Riddle for as long as I can remember. I don't really think Riddle is an old family line, but they must be very influential to be given a title of Lord. Anyway, Evelyn is-"

"Powerful. I don't know why, but her magic, you can actually feel it. It's almost like Dumbledore's isn't? But unlike Dumbledore's it's really alluring. I never felt such a pull before, and Merlin, she's just 16 years old." Draco's eyes narrowed at Nott. He didn't like how another boy was fussing over Eve. At the same time, he was happy to see that other people had noticed her greatness too.

Harry was lying down with a Quidditch magazine abandoned on his chest. He couldn't get the image of Joseph and Stella holding hands out of his head, and it was starting to drive him mad. He was in a very bad mood when the compartment door opened, revealing a very beautiful girl with soft black hair, and crystal blue eyes.

"Uh, you lost?" The girl didn't answer, but simply walked in, closed the door, and sat down. Harry was starting to lose his already short temper, and stood up.

"Oi, I asked you a question." Suddenly, without even realizing what had happened, Harry was smashed into the wall, and the girl had the tip of her wand poking into his neck. She had a lazy expression on her face, as she spoke very quietly, but clearly.

"Sit. Down. Boy. I won't disturb you, you don't disturb me." With that, she sat back down, and closed her eyes. Harry looked at her in disbelief. Who does she think she is? With a smirk appearing on his face, he cast the spell Levicorpus. To his delight, she was hanging upside down by an invisible force, while her face showed nothing but fury. Then he watched in surprise as she easily canceled the spell, and was standing in front of him with her wand back in his face. But, before she could do anything, he used his Quidditch reflex to pin her against the wall, with her arms behind her back.

"You know, I usually treat pretty little girls like you better, but you're a feisty one aren't you?" He said with a smirk. To his horror, a tear ran down from the girl's eyes, and he immediately let her go. He was just about to apologize, when she gracefully kicked him in the groin. She gave him an angelic smile before she stunned him and shoved him out of the compartment.

When he woke up, he saw four people worriedly looking down at him. It took a moment to realize who they were.

"Harry are you alright? Who did this to you?" It was Hermione with all her bushy hair. Harry was about to tell them about the girl until he realized how embarrassing the situation actually was, and decided to go with a lie instead.

"Uh, it was a prank. You know how my friends get." Hermione shook her head disapprovingly, "I don't understand those boys. Why would they think this is funny?" Ron offered his hands warily to lift him off the ground. Once he was on his two feet, he didn't know what else to do, so he thanked the four, and decided to go find his friends.

As he entered the compartment, he tried his best not to look at Stella and Joseph. He unceremoniously sat down next to Cho, and messed with his hair.

"You alright? You look all-" Samuel was cut off by one of the twins.

"Ugly".

"Average", suggested the other twin.

"Grumpy"

"Heartbroke-" Harry had enough.

"Shut it you two." He said, while sending a blast of water towards the twins. Then he gave Sam a glare, while he sheepishly grinned back. Cho placed a hand on Harry's arm.

"But what did happen? You look all disheveled."

"Eh, got kicked out of my compartment by a monster."

"A monster you say?" Joseph asked with a mischievous grin on his face.

"Close enough." Harry mumbled.

"Which compartment did you come from?" Harry told him which compartment, and he also gave him a warning about going there. However secretly, he was hoping that Joseph would get kicked in the groin, as well. When he came back looking perfectly handsome and healthy, Harry was disheartened.

"You sure it's the right compartment? There was only a girl there. She seemed very sweet and nice." His friend said, and Harry just shrugged and decided to use Cho's lap as a pillow to annoy Sam.