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A/N: WARNING! DEATHLY HALLOWS SPOILER!!! DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU HAVEN'T READ!! BECAUSE THE SCENE TAKES AFTER THE LAST CHAPTER!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

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Small amount of light is eating away the empty darkness. The air surrounding him felt cold on his cheeks as he regained his consciousness. Where am I? He realized he was lying down on soft bed of grass, soaked by the mist vapour. He remained still for a moment staring into nothing but the misty night sky. He had no faintest trace of the time. Where am I, he asked himself again. He looked at his hand and something was different, it had it's color back though so faintly, it was no longer deathly white. He got up and examined his body, he was wearing a Slytherin school robe and he looked human. He didn't like it; he looked mortal. Mortal, Weak! I want to be immortal…Horcruxes…. Suddenly flashes of images from his memory ran in his mind.

Flash Back

"M-my Lord," Stammered the goblin, it's black eyes wide with terror, m0my Lord…we tried to stop them…Im-impostors, my Lord…broke—broke into the-into the lestranges' v-vault..."

"It was…it was…the P-Potter b-boy and t-two accomplices…"

"They t-took a s-small golden cup, my-my Lord…"

"I must master the wand Severus. Master the wand and I master Potter myself,"

"Kill"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Expelliarmus-"

"POTTEEEEEEEER!!!" Voldemort got up screamed, his voice echoed everywhere. He nearly went mad, perhaps he was mad. He didn't care about anything else, he had to kill Potter he must or-

"Riddle?" Asked a voice, Voldemort spun around and saw his father, "YOU!" Voldemort hissed. "I thought I killed you!"

"As a matter of fact, you did." Replied his father. He had the same dark hair same eyes and those same handsome features.

"You're standing there! You can't be dead! How can you? What magic are you using, you're a muggle?!" demanded Voldemort, his face hard and confused, yet his father remained calm. "Magic has nothing to do with it. I hope in this place you can… change," said Riddle.

Voldemort did not want to accept the truth, "This place? What do you mean? I see… this is your way of revenge is it? You filthy Mud-blood! You hate me for killing you!" he spat. Riddle did nothing to stop his son's sharp insult, but his eyes showed hurt the moment he said it.

Voldemort's father said heavily, "Tom Riddle…you are dead."