Hi everyone! This is the very first fan fiction I ever wrote, back from the days when we were still trying to figure out who Amon really was. Yes, I began writing this before the first season of the Legend of Korra was over. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Voldemort slowly opened his eyes realized that he was lying on the cold, hard ground outside and stood up. He had been in the dark chamber in Malfoy Manor plotting his rise to power when he had fallen asleep. Before, his head had been buzzing with all of the information his faithful Death Eaters had brought him and he was mulling it all over, forming plans on how to stealthily carry out his take over of the entire wizarding world. Now he had no clue as to where he was, however he was far from frightened. He had his body back, his powers. Even without his army of Death Eaters, dementors, giants, and other assorted monsters, he was a force to be reckoned with.
All around him were some sort of factories. Metal pipes and tubing crisscrossed and twisted, connecting buildings for unknown purposes. Farther away, he could see the light of the residential and consumer parts of a city. He began to stride towards the city, reaching for his wand, just in case. He was proud, certainly, but not foolish. Anything could lurk here, and the closer he got to the city the more he noticed the little details. Everything had an exotic Eastern influence in it, even the people, but it looked like it was still developing yet. It certainly was not his world, nor his time period. He had heard of wizards doing this, traveling between worlds, discovering amazing things. Perhaps he was about to discover something great, make his mark upon history in more than one way. A smile played across his snake-like face. He would then be immortal both physically and mentally, living on in history as the greatest wizard ever!
Just as he was thinking this, he came upon a clear space of concrete between the industrial area, and the sidewalk and street. He made about halfway across this drab stretch of concrete when-
BOOM!
A lower portion of the building across the street blew up, throwing people, and shrapnel everywhere, and on the roof of the building was a completely calm looking man. He had a mask over his face and a hood. Voldemort looked up at the man, wondering why he just stood there at the top of a burning building. A crowd of people began to assemble and the base of the building moving stealthily and with great agile. Upon closer scrutiny, Voldemort noticed that the crowd was mostly made up of men and women dressed head to toe in strange suits; wearing abnormally large, green goggles. The man on top of the burning building raised a hand and silence fell. Meanwhile, more and more of the strangely dressed people slithered in from seemingly nowhere. The man's hand clenched and became a fist.
"Equality!" The masked man said loudly
"Equality!" Echoed the people whom Voldemort assumed were his followers.

Off in the distance he heard the sirens. The Metalbending Police Officers were sure to be here soon. Amon lowered his fist, and began to speak to the Equalists.
"My fellow Equalists, welcome! As you can see, tonight wee shall be observing the destructive potential of a single firebender. If you look below me, you can clearly see the devastation that it causes."
As if to prove his point, something inside the building fell and made a huge noise, releasing a stream of flames from the windows before dying back down.
"Fortunately, this was only a simulation: a single bomb set inside an old unused apartment building. A real firebender would not simply stop after starting a fire! Nor would he care if the building was empty or filled to the brim with poor families scraping away a chance at life! And these are the people who rule over the city. We must tear down the pedestal that the benders sit luxuriously upon, while they abuse us and their 'gifts'."
He fell silent again. The sirens were much closer now; a blimp could be seen floating a football field away. All throughout Amon's speech he had sensed something. Something strange. What was it? He glanced around, not moving his head, only his eyes. There! Someone was watching him. It looked like no one he had ever seen. The figure wore a long, dark set of robes with a hood that concealed his face. He had large, pale hands with long spindly fingers. From under the figure's hood, Amon though he might have seen a glint of red.
"Remember what we stand for!"
And Amon walked away from the crowd, towards the back of the building to where his followers could not see him.

Below, there was a shuffle and the Equalists readied their weapons. Some wore a glove that crackled with electricity. Others pulled out ropes with weights on the end, and some just took fighting stances. Voldemort was intrigued. This was very interesting, and the masked leader was good at what he did.

"Everyone stop where you are!"

A voice echoed from the blimp and at the same time a large truck of men and women came around a corner at the end of the block. Men emerged from the blimp, shooting out metal cords from their vambraces as they lowered themselves into the Equalist fray. They were joined seconds later by the men and women from the truck. Voldemort watched as people performed martial arts, and was stunned when he saw them control and manipulate the elements. Fire lashed out at an Equalist, but they dodged it. A woman with 3 ponytails managed to freeze one of them, making the water she moved turn to ice. She then proceeded to stomp on the ground, lifting a near man sized chunk of rock and dirt; hurling it straight into the middle of the Equalist party.

"Can I help you, stranger?"

Voldemort whipped around, producing his wand from his robes. There stood the masked leader of the Equalists, leaning against a metal pillar supporting a pipe.

Voldemort smirked.
"Perhaps you can. As you can tell, I am not from here. Where exactly am I?"
Amon looked at the man in front of him. His face was still concealed by the shadow of the hood he wore, and up close Amon noticed he carried a strange air about him. Very deadly, like a coiled up lizard-snake.
"You are in Republic City. A place where benders and non benders are supposed to be able to live together. As equals. You can see how 'equal' things are now," he gestured to the Chi-blockers and the benders still fighting across the street, "but it's all about to change."

Voldemort noted how he sounded so sure, and so calmly exhilarated at the thought of the downfall of these 'benders'.

"I see. And would these benders happen to be the people wielding the power of the elements?"

Amon nodded.

"Then how do you plan on defeating them? They are quite impressive, if a little flashy. On another note, I've noticed that they are using the most basic and primitive elements, but one is missing."

"Air?"

"Yes."

"The air nomads were nearly wiped out in the 100 year war. Only one, the Avatar, survived. He restored 'balance', and now there are a total of four airbenders. Five once the Avatar learns and six if the airbending master's next child is an airbender."

Voldemort was listening, making connections, assumptions, but he acted as though he understood perfectly.

"Now," said Amon, "how about you answer my questions?"

Voldemort became enraged. He had not been spoken to like that since… since he had been blamed for the things he caused at the orphanage. Who was this simpleton to demand anything from him?

"Do you have any idea who I am?"
Voldemort's voice was cool and deceivingly calm.

Amon stood there, with his arms behind his back. His muscles tense and ready to spring into action.
"I am Lord Voldemort, the greatest wizard to ever roam my world, and yours! And soon to be ruler of the entire wizarding world!"

Voldemort slashed at the air with his wand, and a jet of green light burst from the tip. Amon ducked, and was almost on Voldemort when-

"Protego!"

Amon was thrown backwards by the force of the shield.

He rolled and landed on one knee, his hands on the ground to keep himself steady. Another jet of emerald light issued from the wand and Amon flung himself to the side, out of view behind a standing pipeline. He felt the ground where he had been explode and broken pieces of concrete tapped against his armor. If this mans power could destroy stone… He leapt forward as he heard another spell whistle through the air on the other side of the tube, and the boom as it made contact. Six Equalists from across the street had managed to beat back some of the benders and came to Amon's aid. Voldemort turned to face them and pointed his wand at their group.
"Impedimenta!"
Two of them ran headfirst into an invisible wall.
"Imperio!"
Another 2 began to turn and attack their friends.

Voldemort, having dealt with the attackers turned to find Amon right in front of him. Before he could attack, Amon pulled back Voldemort's hood to reveal his face. It was pale white, with slits for nostrils and gleaming red eyes. Amon was repulsed, but he showed no fear and quickly placed a thumb to the forehead this 'man'. With his other hand, he grabbed Voldemort's robes and pulled him forward into a kneeling position. With this done, he entered Voldemort's mind and soul to find the source of his power… and rip out of him.