Harry Potter sat in his temporary cell in azkaban. You may be wondering why he was here, you see, Harry had discovered a plot, dumbledore had planned for Harry to kill his own soul mate. Harry had foolishly confronted dumbledore on the fact and only a few months later finds himself charged with the death of Cedric Diggory. Harry curled his fingers around the pendant at his throat, the pendant held a familiar design, a lightning bolt that had previously been on his forehead. He took a small amount of comfort in the Horcrux of his soul mate, if only for a moment, he couldn't dwell long they were coming.

The cell door clanged as it opened to reveal three aurors two gruff looking males and a familiar female, she looked at him sadly.

"So they finally found me a court date, usually after thirty days the accused goes free, it seems they're breaking their own rules now." Harry sneered. "My, my, I must be that special exception."

"Silence, Potter."

"You wound me, truly your opinion does." Harry knew they couldn't do more than shove him around with his court date so soon.

As expected one of the men grabbed him roughly and shoved him off in front of them. the notice-me-not charm blocked the pendant from their sights as it clattered down into the cell of Bellatrix Lestrange. The woman waited until the Aurors were gone before she picked up the fallen jewelry. She recognized the prescence coming from the object as it had with the cup that her lord had had her keep safe. She knew what that meant, and she knew where the prescence had been hidden previously.

Harry was portkeyed away to the ministry and led to the court room, he laughed internally as he answered all questions in parseltongue, much to the irritation of those within. He began to 'chant' in a sense, it was an old spell he had found from a book in knockturn alley, one of the more Dark tomes they had at their disposal.

"STOP HIM!" was shouted by Dumbledore and everyone panicked as they found they couldn't apparate.

Harry smiled vindictively as his magic exploded in brilliant flares of color and heat. The ministry building collapsed and as his magic touched those within he could feel them burn and their magics wither.

'I'm so sorry, Tom... my soulmate...'

Tom Marvolo Riddle had appeared at the scene of the crumbled ministry. For the first time in a long time he felt fear. His soulmate had been within those walls. He couldn't lose him, not like this without even being able to say anything to him. His men had spread out to search the rubble.

"It's Dumbledore, My Lord. He's severely wounded."

Tom stalked up to where they had found the old man.

"Where is he? What did you do old man?"

"I did nothing. That blasted boy turned himself into a magic time bomb. Foolish."

"End the old fool." He snapped to Lucius Malfoy, "I'll continue searching for Harry."

"The boy is dead, you'll find nothing more than a corpse Tom."

The dark lord refused to answer, he really didn't need the old man to tell him what he already knew. It took a few moments but he found Harry's body within the rubble. For the first time in years, the Dark Lord mourned, bowed over his Soulmate.

"This victory is far too bitter. Far, far to bitter..." He whispered softly.

'Would you try again? If given the chance?' The voice he heard was dark and cold, full of foreboding.

"Yes."

The dark cloaked figure shimmered into Tom's view. Tom could not see the figure's face nor did he need to to know who, or rather what, this being before him was. Death.

"Very well. I warn you, this is your last chance. do try not to screw it up."

Tom didn't get to respond before everything fell into darkness.