A Dark Power Arises:
Freedom of the Wicked
'This war was the end of him, and, though much of his evil and some of his servants remained, he alone of the Valar was driven from the Spheres of the World and now dwells for ever in the void… Until Now…
The Void
Trapped in the void Melkor could do nothing but watch. He saw his former servant rise to become the new Dark Lord of the Age. He saw Sauron fall for the last time and with him the undoing of the trolls, the orcs and the Nazgul.
He saw the line of the Telcontari end in bloodshed as mortal descendants of the Istari revealed themselves to the Men of Middle-Earth. The War of Man and Wizard began, shattering the peace that Aragorn, son of Arathorn had fought so hard for. He watched as the human race fell into anarchy, believing almost everything was some form of magic, that black devil magic that had ended the line of the Telcontari.
The race of the Ents met its end at the hands of man-made steel and fire. The orcs who are now a small community of goblins were hunted to near extinction before the Wizards came to their aid in exchange for their servitude. The same offer was made to the Hobbits, who were being hunted by the race of Men. And in the servitude of the Wizards the Hobbits eventually changed and became known as house-elves. The race of Wizards, as well as several other creatures, slinked off into secrecy, shying away from the vengeful Race of Men. And so, with the Veil of Secrecy being cast upon the world by the Elite of the Wizard race, the War of Man and Wizard was ended.
This war proved to be the last of Middle-Earth, as during the over-thousand year old war Melkor watched as the various power struggles increasingly changed the face of the planet. Eventually the Valar lifted their realm of Valinor up into another plane of existence and Middle-Earth of Arda broke to become the five continents of Earth.
He saw more than wars and bloodshed and the breaking of a past world long forgotten though. He saw love and hate, heard the music of a developing world, witnessed the birth of children and new civilisations, felt the warm rays of the sun upon his scarred cheek and the joy, happiness and yet sorrow and grief of the world, and smelt the haze of an eternal spring. He tasted freedom. But he was here, trapped within the endless eternity of the Void. Oh, how he longed for freedom from this prison of his!
Yet he could do nothing. Nothing but gather his power to him with each passing second, and watch the developing world of Earth. Finally, his chance came to him. A green eyed boy that was destined for greatness was staring at a wand that was aimed at him, the tip glowing a sickly green light. Melkor hadn't just watched the muggle world for an eternity, but also the wizarding world. He knew what was about to happen, and he also knew about the prophesy. The boy was his perfect chance to reclaim the world that was rightfully his. But he wouldn't burn the world to ashes this time; he would instead create new life, a perfect civilisation. And so, with an enormous burst of power equivalent to a thousand nuclear bombs, Melkor forced himself from his prison and into the soul of the green eyed boy known as Harry Potter.