Authors Note: Ok, so this doesn't mean I'm abandoning the Lost Marauder, but I watched the new CGI Resident Evil movie, and now I have to get this story on paper. This will be a HHr flick, Sirus doesn't die, and there will be possible Ron and Ginny bashing, depending on my mood. Dumbledore bashing, but it ends fairly quick. This is NOT a manipulative Dumbledore fic,..it's more of a MisGuided Dumbledore fic. Please read and review. :)
Prologue
1965
Coastal England
A tall man walked along the coast. To the casual observer, he was simply a pale man in comfortable clothes. He was tall, and would be handsome if his face didn't appear slightly blurred. If you looked closely, you could see the red tint his eyes had.
It was windy on the coast, but the man didn't seem to notice how the cold, wet breeze from the ocean whipped at his jacket. He had a single purpose, and nothing short of death would keep him from it. Not that he could die, not anymore. He'd made sure of that. He walked into the cave and found himself standing in the antechamber he had created. It was only slightly warmer in here, out of the wind, but it was treacherously dangerous to get to. He scraped a blade across his palm, allowing blood to splatter the doorway and allow him entrance.
He crossed the lake, and dropped his treasure into a sickly looking potion before leaving. Had anyone been able to look, they would have seen a large gold locket with an ornate "S" arranged in what appeared to be emeralds. The tall man stood on the small island in the middle of the lake and looked inside it, where the bodies floated. Many would simply assume them to be simple corpses, a bit macabre, but generally harmless now that no life flowed through their veins, but the man knew better. These were the Inferi, and they would guard the piece of his soul, taking any who dared to try and steal it. They would drag any who were that foolish into the watery depths, and they would be doomed to guard that which they would plunder.
The man was pleased as he rode the boat back across the lake, and left the cave with its monstrous guard behind. He knew the piece of his soul was safe, and as such, he was immortal. He would rule the Wizarding world. He would wipe out the muggle and mudblood filth that dared contaminate the pure bloodlines. He would kill all who would stand in his way, with his army of Death Eaters.
The man who was once known as Tom Marvolo Riddle never noticed the lone Inferi that escaped his cave and wandered down the coastline, flesh rotting on its bones as it sought out the flesh of the living to soothe its insatiable hunger, moans carried away on the wind behind it.