Harry was sitting amongst his many friends at Hogwarts, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, George, Dean, Seamus, all waiting impatiently for the year's first feast to begin. Hermione sat to his left, her nose in a book as usual, while Ron grumbled from across the table, complaining about how hungry he was and what was taking so long.
Finally a group of terrified looking first years filed into the great hall in a scraggly line behind Professor McGonagall. Dumbledore rose to his feet, peering over his half-moon spectacles at the students gathered around him, preparing to give the beginning of year speech, the whole don't go into the forbidden forest, Filch has a list of forbidden objects, listen to all your professors, tuck in speech. It seemed like everyone was holding their breath for the tuck in bit, but Dumbledore had barely opened his mouth when it happened.
A flash of silvery light filled a small space just above the table, illuminating the surprised faces of Harry and his friends. A wash of calm flowed through Harry, a feeling of peace, and… love. Then the light flashed brighter nearly blinding them and was gone, it its place a girl.
She had dark coal black hair with one dark red streak framing her face, bright hazel eyes that darted around her, taking in her new surroundings, was tall and skinny, but not as lanky as Ron. She had on tight black pants, a black tank top, and long black robes that looked much like those that students at Hogwarts wore, but also looked somewhat like an overly long trench coat so that while muggles might look at her a bit strangely they wouldn't think anything too odd about it. Around her neck rested a golden chain, the end of which disappeared underneath her shirt, hidden from view.
She grasped a mahogany colored wand in her hand, and she was bleeding. As she landed from the short fall onto the table she stumbled and landed resting on one knee, breathing hard and surveying the situation around her.
Several of the professors stood up to get a better view, as did many of the students at other tables.
Dumbledore seemed about to say something when a loud crash could be heard coming from the left side of the hall. Harry whipped his head around to stare at the now shattered window, shards of glass spraying across the floor. A hideous black shape was speeding across the hall towards the Gryffindor table, like some tentacled beast, a smoke demon.
The hall was filled with a terrible sense of foreboding as the presence of evil spread across it. The creature exploded in a puff of black smoke when it reached the table, about 10 feet away from where the girl was now struggling to her feet. And in its place stood a dark figure, a figure Harry instinctively knew and wished beyond hope to never see again. His sickly skin glistened in the light of the candles, his self-satisfied, horrible, sickening grin spreading across his face, a white wand raised in front of him pointed directly at the girl, his torn black robes billowing around him.
Thunder and lightning crashed across the now black ceiling. The girl had managed to stand and was crouched slightly as if preparing for an attack. Blood dripped from underneath her hair, rolling down her cheek and staining her pale skin. She grimaced slightly.
Harry was utterly shocked, and filled with a hate that he never thought he could feel.
There before him stood the man who had taken everything from him.
There stood Tom Riddle.
There stood the one known as Lord Voldemort.
(AN: Thanks for reading the first chapter! I know its short but I've already written the next and its a bit longer. Who's the girl? Why is Voldemort here? What's going on? REVIEW PLEASE! I wanna know what you guys think.)