Chapter 1
The magic washed over the town and caused mayhem and destruction. The night became filled with monsters and other imaginary creatures.
As the magic reached one special person, the future of the world was irreversibly changed. The transformation of the boy began and the magic of Janus searched for the person he was to become. It searched across the world and beyond and found a match unusually quick.
The soul it found was damaged and thus immediately started to incorporate itself on the soul of the host, leading to a battle of wills between them. The host always has an advantage, since it's deeply connected with the body; it has the home turf so to speak. The host, named Alexander Lavelle Harris, also had some experience dealing with possession, in his case a bad meeting with a spirit of a hyena. Against most opponents this would be enough, especially as most people don't have much of an experience dealing with magic overall.
However, the being that possessed him was a clear exception. Not only had it been given a second chance at life, which it had no intention of giving up, but it had extensive knowledge and experience dealing with magic and most especially with possession and all things regarding the mind. I had no intention of sharing or negotiating with the host; it simply crushed the mind and soul of the host and claimed the body for itself.
The man laughed coldly into the night, all of the monsters and creatures in the neighborhood kept clear if him, their instincts screaming at them to leave at once.
The man felt a myriad of emotions, anger at being killed and the pathetic way it had happened, confusion to how he had survived but mostly just happiness. He had escaped the clutches of death himself, his soul was whole for the first time in almost 60 years.
Tom Marvolo Riddle strode through the night, his wand held casually in his right hand. A tempus charm had shown him that he had seemingly travelled back in time, but the memories of his vessel's former host had shown him things that didn't existed in his world. The most glaring difference was the Hellmouth, a dimensional portal to a hell dimension a well of incredible amounts of magic, surpassing even Hogwarts.
Riddle apparated to the portal, just before a redheaded ghost would have seen him.
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For the rest of the night, Riddle sat in the crypt and studied the portal. His hold on the body was assured, so when the bust of Janus was broken, he just absently made a mental note of it and continued his study.
The energy could be used in several rituals to increase ones magical strength. However, there was potential for so much more than just a simple power ritual. But every ritual needed to be carefully prepared and preformed; it wasn't anything you rushed with. The memories he had gained also showed him different ways of using magic, not with a wand but more ritualistic ways.
He suddenly noted that his wand had become a normal stick of wood. He cursed as he realized that he had forgotten to anchor its existence, this was a serious setback. He had some minor skills with wandless magic, but nowhere near his proficiency with a wand. He would need to train and perform some minor rituals to make his magic more easily accessible, he absolutely refused to be eaten by some minor demonic leech.
First on his list to do would be to create a temporary magical focus and make sure nobody noticed or questioned his change of personality. He was a wizard, he would never degrade himself as this pathetic muggle had done.
As he went back to the muggle's home he thought about his plans for the future. He would obviously need a new way to stop death; the old idea of splitting his soul had several downsides, the biggest being increasing his mental instability. Perhaps this 'Hellmouth' might be used to something more than just increasing my magical strength, he mused as he laid down on the muggle bed with a frown on his face.
But no matter what, this time he would not be defeated. He would not allow any threat or prophecy stop him this time, if magical attacks didn't work then poison or a dagger would suffice. This was his rebirth, his chance to ascend beyond any limits, to settle all scores in the end. For he was Lord Voldemort!
End chapter 1
