Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. They are simply subjects of my minds perversion.

Chapter 1

The Riddle house lay on its hill, and looked shabbier than it had ever looked under the glistening moonlit sky. Weeds and vines protruded the ground and wrapped it self around the semi eroded walls of the houses' old foundation. The death of the old caretaker has left the place looking more dismal than it had ever looked even after the death of the Riddles. However, no Muggle knew that not all the Riddles had died, and there were too many rumors to shift through what was truth and what were lies. The wizarding world knew, and their darkest fears had rose again when a young man from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had been murdered. Some believed and others ignored the truth, that the once long ago Tom Marvolo Riddle had risen further to power under the dreaded name of Lord Voldemort.

The fire crackled a light blue in the large wooden den where a magenta center rug and tall black-leathered armchair rested conveniently in front of it. In it sat a skinny, pale man with deep brown, thin shoulder length hair and a narrow face. He was clothed in a black blouse that was unbuttoned at the neck and waist, and black slacks, whose hems caressed his pale, bare ankles gently. His eyes, which resembled that of the snake that lay curled up at his feet on his right side, blazed scarlet with its cat like pupils as he gazed unconsciously into the fire. He sat deep in thought; concocting a new foolproof plan.

The door behind him creaked open and he found himself digging his vampire like nails deeply into the armrest out of mild irritation. Wormtail, a short almost balding man with a pointed nose walked in with a silver goblet that was smoking slightly on a pewter beaded tray. His new and improved right hand was glimmering silver underneath. It was a lot stronger and powerful than his very own, which he had to sacrifice to help restore his Lord to his body.

He approached the left side of the armchair with a tinge of fear on his face. "Here you are Master." He said as he bowed and lowered the tray so that Voldemort could easily take the goblet. He was met with cold glaring eyes as he straightened up.

"What have I told you before?" Voldemort asked him in a notably raspy tone. The hand that gripped the armrest was now relaxed.

"T-To knock before I enter." Wormtail recited with a stutter. His brow was now shinny from faint perspiration.

"Make sure you remember the next time." Voldemort growled as he took the goblet off the tray. He swirled the contents around a bit before looking up at his servant, who was now holding the tray to his chest.

"Is this the usual?" He asked with an eyebrow raised as he glimpsed at Wormtail, then back at the contents in the cup.

"Why of course my Lord. The same as always." Wormtail responded.

Voldemort drew his wand from the right corner of the chair and saw his servant flinch in the corner of his eyes. He pointed to the two-foot space that was separating them, and a wooden side table appeared. Wormtail sighed with relief as he watched him place his wand back into the corner of the chair, and rest the goblet on the table.

"Hmm," Voldemort smirked as he began, "I've been giving it some thought. I have great plans for this year Wormtail, great plans." He finished; he was staring into the fire once more.

"May I ask what... my Lord?"

"No. You will find out with all the others." Voldemort whispered as his right hand wandered down to the side of the armrest. He began to pet Nagini respectively.

"M-Master...I have awful news." Wormtail hesitated.

"And what could this bit of awful news be?" Voldemort asked, as he leaned over to the left side of the armrest, propping his chin onto his slender fingers. His eyes displayed utmost interest.

"Well...well...it seems that Barty Crouch is dead sir." Wormtail said hastily.

An eyebrow raised on Voldemorts' thin, pale face. His eyes were unstilted. "Go On." He hissed.

"A-apparently he was finished by a dementor my Lord. In Hogwarts about three weeks ago. They found him in his disguise as Mad-Eye Moody Sir. Gave him Veritaserum and everything." Wormtail finished haistily.

"Veritaserum." Voldemort began as he stared back into the fire. "He must have died honorable. As I'm sure he would have done even without it...So Dumbledore must know of my return, as I'm certain that filthy little Harry Potter must have related them the events by now." He hissed. You could hear the disgust in his voice as he spoke the name.

"Barty Crouch has proven himself one of my most faithful servants. Having lured that wretched boy to me." He said in a low, calm voice. "He will be rewarded even in death."

After a few minutes of letting his last words linger, he stood and began to pace half the length of the long wooden den. The floorboards creaked under his weight with each step. In a few moments time he stopped by the fireplace and rest his side onto the mantel with his arms folded. His thin almost seeming black hair covered his face as the fire cast shadows around his body. Giving him an even darker aura. He stood staring at Wormtail (who had his head bowed) before he began to speak again.

"Who bore this news that you speak of?" He asked as he made his way over to the side table with the still smoking goblet.

"Macnair Sir." Wormtail started as he watched his Master drink the entire contents in one mouthful. "He said that Fudge burst into the Ministry of Magic ranting about what a lying, old, fool Dumbledore is, and how he's after his position as the Minister of Magic Sir. Says it wasn't his fault that Barty Crouch was killed by a dementor, since it was Dumbledore that had him in Hogwarts to begin with."

"Does the Minister of Magic know for sure that I've returned?" Voldemort badgered as he put his goblet down.

"Well...N-No my Lord... I-I don't think---" Wormtail hesitated as he was cut short.

"You don't think?" Voldemort asked, glaring into his direction.

Wormtail looked away almost immediately. Clutching the tray closer to his chest. "M-Macnair hasn't given me that information m-my Lord." He finished in a stutter as he watched his Master reach for his wand that was at the side of the armchair. Nagini had slithered around to Voldemorts' feet.

"The next time Wormtail, Never present a subject to me if you Don't have all of the information!" He growled, as his temper grew hot. He held his wand to his side in his left hand. The snake next to him hissed menacingly.

"M-Macnair would know Sir. He was there." Wormtail hesitated. Frightened for his life.

"And what if Macnair doesn't know Wormtail? Will I have to kill the both of you for proving so worthless?" His voice was dangerously dark.

Wormtail fell to his knees while dropping the tray. It made a clanking sound as it hit the old wooden floor. His face was shiny and his eyes were watery. "My Lord...p-please...you know I w-would of asked if I-I thought to."

"You're an Imbecile Wormtail, you would have Never 'thought to'." He hissed. Although angry, he was quite amused with Wormtails' performance.

He rolled his eyes as the man began to sob. "Get Up." He said. Now aggravated.

Wormtail stood to face his master. Voldemort was much taller and straight backed than he was. His blouse and slacks hid just how lean his body was. "Give me your arm." He said holding out his right hand, his long, slender fingers straight and outstretched.

Wormtail held out his left arm with a grimace across his face. Voldemort seized his sleeve and shoved it up. On the mans' forearm was a red mark in the shape of a skull with a snake slithering out of it's mouth. He ran his index and middle fingers across it and the mark bolded black. Wormtail began to groan as the pain surged up his arm and through his entire body. He was sweating freely.

"We call a meeting tonight." Voldemort hissed as he released his grip.