All credit goes to J.K. Rowling who created the original tales and her characters. I will be using a good many of her characters; however they are hers! (With the exception of my O.C's but hopefully you can tell which is which). Furthermore, I hope you enjoy the story. Thanks!

Prologue: A Vision Voldemort has three nights before his final battle

"You will be defeated..." said faint whispers within his dreams. More visions followed, his weakened body turning to ash and the pieces scattering by quiet wind. He...Voldemort, a mask of terror set forth to be prosperous in the world of magic, beaten by a group of lowly children. The vision then panned around to his loyal death eaters and their demise...pathetic.

As that vision ended another one began. It started off completely dark, but gradually the darkness was replaced with light and muffled noise. A young dark-haired girl appeared laughing as she laid out upon crisp green grass gazing at a blue sky. "Tilly" called a voice. The girl got up and ran towards the caller. This picture once again faded and was replaced with screaming cries from the same girl, only she was surrounded by dark cloaked figures. "They must be their children" he said to himself referring to his fallen death eaters.

"Braxton Dolohov how is he?" A young man walked into the room and peered at the screaming girl; However he was carrying something very small hidden beneath a jacket. Braxton sat down on the bed where the girl was bound. "You can't let him starve Tilly, you're his mother." The girl looked at him and spat "I want nothing to do with that monster now let me go!" By this point Voldemort was confused as to what exactly was going on, but he continued to watch. Braxton grabbed the girls arm with one hand and struck her hard across the face with the other causing her to fall back. "This is my son and our leader...I will beat you until you do as I've asked and feed him!" The boy removed the jacket revealing an infant boy. He was very pale and had jet black hair. Tilly reached out her hand allowing the babe to put his tiny hand in hers.

This child looked nothing like his father? Although eyes tell many stories of future and past, so Voldemort drifted to the mothers side and looked at the child's eyes...the color of blood. He understood what the vision was trying to tell him...

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Voldemort jumped from his sleep and called his followers to a meeting.

"My brothers...sisters, I have had another vision. One that revealed to me of our demise." A gasp escaped and echoed from the entire room causing the whispering began. The Dark Lord raised his hand to silence them "In three days, we will go to war with the wizards and witches of Hogwarts and I will be killed." All were silent and he continued "Many of you as well will perish along my side..."

Antonin interrupted "That's rubbish! There is no one of this world that is stronger than you my lord-"

"My visions never deceive me!" Voldemort hissed causing Antonin to hold his tongue and sit down. "However, the vision has also revealed to me a way that I we may live on..."

He proceeded in telling his followers of how exactly that would happen. "I will go find Braxton and he will be the vessel of my power. I will inject some of my blood into his veins which will in turn allow me to possess half of his being."

Bellatrix interrupted "Who the hell is that?" Voldemort smiled "Why Antonin Dolohov's son." Antonin very confusingly stated that he had no son, but alas the dark lord made it clear that indeed he did and that he was part one of his eternal life. "You should turn him into a death eater as well my lord." Said an unknown voice from the crowd. "All a part of my plan!" He replied. "Continuing on, four years after I meet with Antonin's son, he will come across a young woman named Tilly Partridge, she will be the mother of my vessel..." Those in the room began to understand where he was going with this plan.

"Where will we be?" Asked a voice. "As I've said before, all of you will die, but your children will live on to fulfill the prophecy, Once I regain my memories after passing the infant stage, I will bring all of you back and we will fully conquer the wizarding world!" His followers clapped and turned into their black smoke forms before leaving. "And now, it's time to say hello to daddies little boy, how about it Nagini?" He asked his snake as it slithered up his arm.

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Twenty year old Braxton Dolohov, son of Antonin Dolohov, a father who was never present in his life. Then again, he didn't even know who his father was, but alas, he had his fathers looks.

The boy had just finished some shopping in Diagon Alley, having purchased many assortments of ingredients he needed to make for his potion shop. It was a job he hated, but did well. Braxton hated every customer that step foot in his shop. Each was snooty and cared about no one but themselves...it made him sick.

Anyways, after his shopping was done and he filled his many orders of potions, he headed up to the second floor of his shop which acted as his home. There was a kitchen, two bathrooms, and two bedrooms, one for him and the other for his sickly mother. "Hello mum, works done for today." The man said as he sat beside his mothers bed. She mumbled, but other than that she remained silent. Braxton opened the drawer beside her bed and noticed that all her medicine was gone. "Mum! Why didn't you attempt to tell me your medicine bottles were empty!"

He stormed down stairs to make a phone call. "What do you mean 'you don't cell her medicine anymore?' You're a bloody wizard find the damn ingredients!-No sir I'm not trying to be rude it's just my mother-I understand that the frosty weather prevents some plants from growing, but there are things called greenhouses!-There is no way that you can't possibly grow the plants for her medication in a greenhouse-yes fresh is better but if it grows in a greenhouse it'd be fresh!-Yes, again, sorry Me-Merry Christmas!" As he began to hang up the phone, he ripped it off the wall and threw it on the ground.

Another example of why he hated the way things were run. "So much anger..." said a voice in a whisper. "What the hell?"

The man walked back upstairs and returned to his mothers room. "There's a problem mum...they can't make your medicine again until spring, I know it sounds stupid but you have to hang in there..." *silence* with tears forming in his eyes, he kissed his dear mother on the head and retreated to his own room.

After showering, brushing his teeth, and hair Braxton got in his bed and attempted to sleep.

"Braxton..." said the whisper from earlier.

He thought that he was just hearing things from working so hard and if he'd ignore it, it'd go away.

"Braxton..." the whisper said louder before a clearer voice yelled "BRAXTON!"

He sprung up and looked to the corner of his room where there sat a man he'd never seen before. This man was illuminated by the moons light coming in through his window.

"Who the hell are you?" The boy reached for his wand but the man flicked it away with a wave of his hand. "My dear boy, some know me as 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named', 'The Dark Lord', 'You-Know-Who', and other fun names; however, to you and your future followers, my legacy will be carried out through the name Vol-de-mort."

"Alright, then riddle me this, why the hell are you here?"

In order to coax this boy into helping him, Voldemort had to be very persuasive...

"I need your help dear boy, Your father-"

"My father? What does that low life need from me?"

"Allow me to finish! Your father is one of my loyal followers. We aim to rid the wizarding world of it's poorly run system. Alas, he nor I will be around to insure that happens unless..."

He continued on to explain the entirety of his prophecy in as much detail as he could reveal. The Dark Lord spoke about Tilly and his Union that would save him and the rest of the pure-bloods.

"I can see how this can help you, but what's in it for me besides marrying and having a kid with some girl?"

With all his might, Voldemort restrained himself from lashing out at the boy because he needed this to work. He slightly opened his robe and allowed his arm to fall. Quickly the cool skin of his precious snake met his slightly warmer pale skin. He looked up and Braxton showed a little more fear than he previously allowed to show. "In exchange, after I am re-born, I will heal your mother from the illness that is slowly claiming her life."

"Oh really? If you say I have to wait four years to find this girl and then another nine months for you to be reborn, or whatever, not to mean the years that follow for you to re-gain your memory. My mother might already be dead or I'll have enough medicine to get her through the years!"

With a little more force Voldemort replied "That medicine the doctors claim works so well, is causing your mother to die quicker! At the rate she is moving, she has no more than a couple of months to live anyway! I however can make sure she lives for eternity!"

As he looked at Braxton, he could tell he was sold. "Alright, but how will my mum retain her health while we wait?"

At least this kid wasn't stupid..."I will place a charm on her that will slow death."

"So, what do I have to do?"

"Let me see your left forearm. I will turn you into a death eater and also give you the power so you may create others in the years leading to my re-birth". Braxton abided and pulled up his left sleeve. Voldemort placed his thumb on the lover half of the boys left arm and pressed. The boy winced, but watched as the Dark mark formed on his forearm. After it had finished, he began to retract his arm...

"Wait! I am not finished..." Voldemort pulled a knife from his robe and petted Nagini with it. "In order for this to work, my blood must be able to run through your veins." And with that, he slid the blade down his arm exposing a dark and thick liquid. He grabbed Braxton's arm and repeated the process, ignoring the cries of pain escaping the boys mouth. Then he joined their two arms and the boy screamed even louder. That scream changed into a loud laughter as the process neared an end.

Voldemort sat back and looked at his creation. Braxton's entire personality and looks had changed. His blue eyes were now surrounded by light dark circles and his skin reduced to a pale white. His hair, still jet black, fell from its bun to the sides of his face. Braxton smiled showing the only thing he had that Voldemort didn't, a perfectly white smile.

"How do you feel my child?" The Dark Lord asked.

With a smirk and in a maniacal tone he responded "Ready to bring down the wizarding world..."

Voldemort's blood had taken everything possibly kind from the boys system and left his hatred for the wizarding world and a yearn to make some changes. Once again though, Voldemort made it clear that he had to wait four years until the girl would be ready and the prophecy could be fulfilled.

"And my mother?"

"Ahhh yes!" Voldemort walked into his mothers room and knelt over her head before saying some jumbled words. "She will be protected until my re-birth". Braxton thanked him and watched as the man made his way to the window.

"Now go my boy and build our nation once again!" And with that the room filled with black smoke. Once cleared, his creator was gone.

On the day of Voldemort's death

The sound of a blade running across Nagini, the last Horcrux, rang through his ears. The last blast of Harry Potters wand sent his own flying into a pile of ash behind him. He had indeed been defeated, but as he began to turn to ash, he looked upon all his fallen warriors, and he spoke his last words...

"See you soon Potter..."

With that the silent wind blew him away, spreading his previous vessel's ashes across the world...just as his vision had stated.

Hi guys! So that's the prologue yippee! Hope you all become fans and enjoy the tale you are about the read. It's quite difficult writing stories for Harry Potter because J.K Rowling has so much wonderful detail; however I promise to do my best in portraying characters as they should be. If there are any grammatical errors, notify me and I will fix them as I am very tired currently! Again thank you!