Miles away from any human life, there stood a young man patiently waiting. He couldn't help but look from side to side, he wasn't scared as much as worried at being caught in a place like this, especially with the rumors going around the Wizardry world. As much as Minister Fudge didn't believe in the young Potter that You-Know-Who was back, the young man knew better. The Minister and the Ministry itself was in high alert. And he didn't want to be caught with the very same man they didn't believe was back from the dead, or more like back from hiding.
"You haven't changed much since the last time I saw you." Lord Voldemort commented.
The young man turned to stare at the man that has haunted his very dreams since he could remember.
"You have though. Last time I saw you, you were three feet high and slimy looking. Not that you look any better, but its sure an improvement." the young man responded.
Voldemort didn't look to pleased with his response. "You better watch your tone with me. I'm fully capable of killing you right now."
The young man laughed, "If you wanted me dead I would have dead already. So your threats have no affect on me."
"Don't get to cocky now. The last person who dared to talk to me like that is buried right underneath you." Voldemort warned.
Whether that scared the young man, Voldemort didn't know since his facial expressions gave nothing away.
"Now that you're official shut up. I would want to know if you succeeded in doing what I ordered you to do?"
"If you're asking that I made sure my dearest grandfather found out where Matthew lives than the answer is yes. And if your asking me if Matthew took his offer at attending Hogwarts this year than the answer to that question is unknown since Matt hasn't decided yet. But most likely his answer will be a yes." the young assured Voldemort.
Voldemort rolled his eyes at the confidence the young man had, "And what makes you think he'll actually take up Dumbledore's offer?"
"Isn't it obvious?" the young man asked.
Voldemort shook his head.
"He hates your guts. Especially with the death of Crystal, which they traced back to you. What's the best way to get back at you than to help your greatest foe."
"Makes sense. But Matthew isn't much of the revenge seeking type. I'm sure he has something hidden up his sleeve."
The young man thought about that idea and he couldn't help but agree with Voldemort.
"Maybe it has something to do with what Crystal figured out about his true parentage."
The young had met Voldemort a year and a half ago. And since then he had seen him a handful of times. And those times he had witnessed every possible emotion Voldemort could feel, come into play. But he couldn't ever once remember seeing Voldemort look so worried in his life.
"Did she tell him anything of importance?" Voldemort asked.
He thought of the conversation he had overhead between Matthew, and Brian (Crystal's twin brother) three nights ago.
"Not really. Only that he could find everything he needed at Hogwarts. Now I'm not sure if he's actually keen on the whole idea. He hates his family, who ever they are. But he did seem interested in knowing who they are."
"You haven't said anything to anyone about our little arrangement have you?" Voldemort asked the younger man.
"Like anyone would believe a fourteen year old boy could possibly be talking to You-Know-Who, let alone working for him?" the young man asked.
"Not many, especially with what that stupid Minister is allowing the reporters on the Daily Prophet to get away with."
"You know I find it all amusing that the very same boy the Ministry said killed you as a baby is the same they're mocking on the paper. Sure a baby can kill the most dreaded wizard in the planet, yet he can't see him come back to life." The young man shook his head in amusement.
Voldemort only shrugged. The less the Ministry knew about his return, the easier it would be for him to regain his true body back. He just needed a little more time.
The young man noticed the sun was rising. Not young after his friends would awake back at the resort and figure out he was missing.
"I need to leave. I don't want them to know I've been speaking to you." he said.
"I don't want to have to hunt you down like this time. I'm not someone who likes to be kept waiting." Voldemort said.
"What do you want me to do? I can't just up and leave when ever I want without causing any of my friends to suspect anything? I shouldn't even be doing this, your plan isn't going to work anyways." The young man said angrily.
"You have everything because of me, don't forget that. You and I know that if I hadn't found you back at that farm you would have been either killed or miserable for the rest of you entire life. I helped you get out of their and I helped you get your revenge. Don't forget where your loyalties lie." Voldemort said furiously.
"They don't lie with you." The young man spat furiously back.
Voldemort quickly reached for his wand and shouted, "Crucio!"
As much as it hurt, the young man did not give Voldemort the satisfaction of yelling out in pain.
Seeing that it was a loss cause, Voldemort put his wand away, and glared at the young man.
"You will soon realize that I'm not a person who should be taken lightly. Don't you ever disrespect me again Thomas. You may be my son, but like I said earlier I can kill you just as well. Look at your sister, I didn't want to kill Crystal but she was snooping in places she wasn't supposed to. And it goes for your brother as well. Brian isn't safe either." Voldemort smirked at the look of pure hatred Thomas was giving him.
"I hate you." Thomas said through gritted teeth.
Voldemort only shrugged his comment away. After all the greatest Dark Lord shouldn't care if his youngest son hated him.
"Hate me all you want Thomas because at the end of the day I'm still your father, and that pisses you off more than anything on this planet. Doesn't it?"
Thomas pulled himself off the ground. "Maybe, but it pisses you of more the fact that you're only male heirs are also Dumbledore's last living descendents."
Seeing Voldemort, his own father, looking so angry brought a thrill through Thomas' body. He enjoyed it.
"Good day father." Thomas placed the black hood over his head once again and walked away from his father, his nightmare, his horrible faith.
Once Thomas was out of sight Voldemort quickly turned around to find Pettigrew, in his animigus form.
"You know Wormtail I hate nosy rats." Voldemort bent down and pickled up the squirming grey fat rat by its tail.
"So much that I enjoy killing them. But seeing as I still need you, I wont get that satisfaction. But don't get to comfortable with that idea. If I'm not impressed with your work this year you're good as dead." Voldemort dropped the squirming rat to the ground and walked towards his awaiting carriage.
Voldemort couldn't help but feel a certain thrill about his plan. He would soon have everything he had ever wanted. He just needed Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore dead.
"You know Tom, you're probably the only man in this planet who can make me feel this special. What I'm really trying to say is that I love you."
"And I love you Emily. You're the only girl for me."
"Master are we heading to Malfoy's manor, or back to the Riddle house?"
Voldemort snapped out of his thoughts. He hadn't thought about Emily since her death. It was to painful, or to embarrassing to think of himself as a lovesick fool.
But it didn't mean he enjoyed being interrupted when his thoughts did travel back to the only women in his life that made him feel so great yet so confused in his whole life.
"Where else would we go Wormtail at this time? Sometimes I wonder how could Potter, Black and that werewolf deal with a stupid oaf such as yourself on a day by day basis." Voldemort spat at Peter.
Peter fell to his knees, "I'm sorry my master."
Voldemort kept on walking towards the carriage. He wasn't in the mood to deal with him.
"How could you do this?! They were my friends!"
"You have to understand Emily it was for the best. If not him than me!"
"I hate you! I hate what you've become! Go to HELL Tom! That' where you belong anyways!"
"Emily! If you leave this house its over, I'm not running after you. This is who I am! I'm Lord Voldemort the greatest wizard in the world!"
"Then its over. The man I married was named Tom Riddle. And you're not him. I'm taking the kids and never turning back. Goodbye Tom."
Yes thinking of Emily Riddle or better known as Emily Dumbledore was way to painful.
We could have ruled the world my sweet, sweet Emily.