None of the Characters belong to me, but J.K. Rowlings, The Harry Potter series. Please enjoy.

"You're a coward" said Harry, who was on the floor breathing heavily as the basilisk's poison slowly spread into his bloodstream. "Dumbledore is a better wizard you will ever be. I'll kill you before you take Ginny's life."

Tom only smirked at the mere comment. "You silly child, you're quite wrong. If Dumbledore was the greatest wizard, then why did you have to come down and try to stop Lord Voldemort from returning, murdering again? Don't you see, you're being manipulated by him to make you think you're some kind of hero, and you're not. Just mere child who has less experience with magic the Dark Lord himself."

Tom M. Riddle walked over to pick up his diary. "Well, we don't want you to try to do anything while my spell is almost completed, hmm? Well, don't worry Harry, her time is coming close, once this is done I'll let you go… for now."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked gasping for breath. "For now? I'm bloody dying from the poison."

"Not for long," Tom stated. "That bird's," Tom pointed a Fawkes, "tears will save you of course. He's a phoenix, am I correct? Those tears will save you but, for now I enjoy you suffering while Ginny is dying. If you were moving, you would only be getting in the way."

"Tom… please take me…" Harry began to cough up blood. "Take my life instead, let Ginny live…."

Tom tsked at Harry. "Now, now Harry. What are you good for if I were to take you instead? I need you alive for many purposes that you will soon discover in good time. Playing the Gryffindor hero won't get you anywhere, if it has done so before, it won't do it now."

Tom walked to Ginny whose breathing became lighter by the seconds, this brought tears into Harry's eyes as the world was slowly fading from his view. He tried to crawl, getting a moan of pain passing his lips, which made Tom turn his head, smiling. "Still trying to play the hero, Harry? I thought I made it clear, there is nothing you, a mere child, can do to save your little friend? The spell is very close to completing."

Then the air began to change, dark magic began to swarm around Ginny as her soul began to scream. "Harry! Harry, please help me!" Which only made Tom laugh maniacally as Harry tried to reach out to grab Ginny's soul. But, he was too exhausted and collapsed on top of Ginny's body, eye fluttering up and down, trying to stay awake. Then he heard Ginny's final pleads as it was cut off, sealed into the diary.

Tom's body began to become solid. "Finally! I've had return thanks to that stupid little girl!" He picked Harry up bridal style as he laid him down on the cold chamber floors. "Now, Harry, I don't need you dead now. Fawkes! Come here and heal the boy like Dumbledore would of wanted his pet to do! Oh! And Harry, here's your wand… mine is waiting for me at Godric's Hollow. We will meet again soon, my dear friend."

And just too dramatis Harry even more, he flicked his wand to the diary that sealed Ginny's soul and watched it catch on fire. "NOOOOO!" Harry screamed as he watch the diary burned to dust as heard Ginny's wailed cry as she was lost in her painful death. Tom the left the chambers as Fawkes began to heal him but, Harry couldn't take the emotions he was feeling and the poison that was spreading through his body, and passed out as Lord Voldemort made his escape to return to the Wizard World.

Harry couldn't forget that moment, not even in his sleep while staying with his Aunt and Uncle for the summer. After his second year end, and lost of Ginny hit him, he didn't dare try to contact Weasley family, blaming himself for her death. The next day after the end of term feast, Harry sought out solitude on the train, not wishing to bump into anyone that would probably question or mock him.

Harry should've known better than thinking his life would be so better with a fresh start of a whole new chapter. It happened to get worse and worse by the minute. Bad enough his life back at Little Whining wasn't great either. Other than dealing with his family, he's also part of a notorious gang. He was a secret assassin named Raven Shadow because he was quick and had good aim like a raven hunting his meals, and he always hid in the shadows of his killing. Not everyone knew he was part of a gang other than his group. Even they didn't know his real name, he gave himself the notorious name Raven Shadow to hide his actual name just in case he ever ran into police or trouble in general.

He never told anyone, not even Headmaster Dumbledore himself. What would the Headmaster say if he ever found out that Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, was part of a violent gang, who was a mass murderer himself? So he kept his dark side a secret, until before the beginning of his second year term did Uncle Vernon found out who he was. Why? Because Harry was told to assassinate him as a mission. Harry then told his boss that was his uncle and he could kill him, instead used Uncle Vernon more as an assistant.

He confronted Uncle Vernon and told him about his mission and why he decided not to kill him, and it was the only way Uncle Vernon could live. Uncle Vernon accepted his faith to assist Harry in anyway as he could. So when Dobby came in to view it was the perfect starting plan that it was actually going to work. Uncle Vernon went along and Harry told him to bar his window up and put multiple locks and dog door on his bedroom door. So he could manipulate his friends from thinking anything was pleasant about the Dursley's so Mrs. Figg could report to Dumbledore say he was locked up for the summer, sneaking out only to assassinate his victims in London day or night time.

He was now sitting on top of a building waiting for his target to arrive. A target that he assign himself to. Ever since he's returned to the Muggle World, he was determine to hunt down Voldemort to eliminate him, to make sure he died the unmagical way, to dishonored him. Although he only meet Ginny for one year, he wanted to get revenge for Ron and his family so they could rest peacefully knowing Ginny was avenged. So he's been going into Knockturn Alley to find where Voldemort has gone to, questioning the shopkeepers and shoppers there about him. When he finally found one of his followers, thanks to his secret research in the Ministry of Magic, he was able to get answers, following with him killing him. The Death Eater was named Macnair, and he wanted Voldemort to be aware that he was out for him, that Raven Shadow was coming and waiting for him.

He also has been told, by the dead Death Eater, that Voldemort found his bodiless form, consuming him into his body, gaining power and his memory, keeping his youthful form. This was great news, so he was aware to search for the teenage Voldemort that he meet in the Chamber of Secrets, which made the hunt somewhat easier. But, after killing Macnair, the Ministry had gotten themselves involved and wanted to search for the murderer. Since all they have was a clean, no DNA, bullet in the Death Eaters head, and only Raven Shadow written in the Death Eaters blood. Harry was very good at his special job.

This also caused a lot of commotion within Voldemort's range, he has followed some of his Death Eaters, talking about the assassination of the their fellow Death Eater, and that Voldemort was going to hunt this Muggleborn (although they said Mudblood). They only assume he was a Muggleborn because he used a Muggle Weapon and that makes Muggleborns suspects. They also assume this person was a child but, Harry was after all only a boy.

Harry smiled as he sat at the top of the building, laughing in his mind about the fact that Voldemort was still incapable of doing things such as killing. Because he was only a mere child.

Then Harry saw a mysterious man moving in the shadow, he could see his face, handsome smooth pale cream skin, dark brown hair neatly in place, eyes a hellish red. He found his target and began to follow him above the roofs of the building. Harry jumped and climbing carrying all of his weapons and ammo that he had on him, following carefully in the shadows after Voldemort.

Soon the man turned into the alleyway that Harry was above, he dropped down quietly and hid behind a dumpster, taking his pistol out quietly. Voldemort turned around looking, what seemed like straight at him, towards the dumpsters. His eyes flashed with amusement and a playful smile displayed on his face. "I know you are there. I assume you're this Raven Shadow person, correct?"

Harry came out of the shadow, although his face was covered by a white metal mask, his hair covered by his hoodie, he was smiling devilishly. "So, you knew you were being follow? I thought you would be as bad as your stupid Death Eaters but, I was wrong, huh?"

Voldemort snorted. "You're no better, thinking that you master the darkness but, I've been the Master of Darkness longer you could. Trying to sneak around the Dark Lord is going to get you killed. Although, you are already on my death list."

"You've been on my shit list since the day I've known about you," Harry retorted. "What's new? And why are you looking at me in such away?"

Voldemort almost hesitated. "You're not… what I expected. I was imagining you taller, probably older but, obviously I was wrong. You're quite young, probably still in Hogwarts."

"Yes," Harry answered, truthfully. "I'm still a Hogwarts student."

"A Gryffindor?"

"Yes," Harry answered. "But, I'm not trying to kill you because I believe in all that fame bull crap. I want you dead because I hate you for bringing life as a living hell. Also, I want to take place of my shadows in peace. You sending your Death Eaters around, killing my targets, aren't exactly helping my job. My boss, is getting upset. He thinks he's losing his turf but, of course I knew better. So, here I am, attempt murder you in cold blood."

"Well, aren't you the brave kitty," Voldemort replied mockingly. "But, you're very stupid thinking that a mere Muggle weapon could kill me. You might want to do more research on me to figure out that I'm impossible to kill. After all, my soul continued to live, and will do so again if it comes down to that."

"Really?" Harry said, interested. "We'll just have to see about that, Voldemort." Harry took out his twin pistols and began shooting at Voldemort, who put up a shielding charm. The then took out his pocket knife and ran towards him, trying to stab him. But, Voldemort was very quick and began to dodge him, as if he knew his every move. People's voices could be heard screaming and running to their homes to take cover, as if they were the ones being attacked. And Harry and Voldemort continued to attack, when Voldemort was about to disappear, Harry grabbed the robe and transported with him. They both landed roughly on the dewy grass, Harry reacted first and jumped onto Voldemort. Beginning to punch him, except Voldemort's head continued to dodge his fist.

Harry was getting frustrated, soon took his pistol out pointing it directly at Voldemort's forehead, who stopped moving. "I had enough of your game, Voldemort! This ends now!"

"Expelliarmus!" yelled an anonymous voice, Harry's pistol was then out of his hands on the other side of the yard. Harry was then pushed off by Voldemort then made Harry's front side face the grass, with his one arm against his back. Then a bunch of hands began searching through his body, removing all of his weapons putting them in a small velvet bag. He squirmed to get out grasp way but, Voldemort's iron grip kept him firmly into the ground as hands continued searching for all of his weapons,

"Are all of the weapons out of his reach?" Voldemort asked. When several people responded yes, he picked Harry up and dragged him, with his one arm behind his back towards a house on top of a hill. Harry continued to to fight out of his grip, he wanted to abort his own mission, he failed to completely kill his target and needed to retreat. Voldemort seemed irritated, pushing Harry to the ground, "Incarcerous." Harry was then tied up in ropes from his elbow to his knee, He squirmed like a worm using his chin to scoot away until a pair of hands grabbed him into the air. "Where do you think you're going?"

Voldemort then slung him over his shoulder walking to the house, Harry tried everything; kicking, squirming, and attempt to bite him. But nothing has worked at he yelled in anger, ferociously squirming a swearing to the Dark Lord. "Let me go you bloody bastard! If I fucking live, I swear I'll kill you for this!"

"Now, now," tsked Voldemort. "What language you show to the person who is about to kill you, very soon? You're such a tot, crying to get away, like a little kitty cat trying to escape it's prison, which will never happen."

Once in the house, he was the dropped in a room that seemed to be a huge gathering meeting table. He was then tied upside down from the chandelier, as this was happening, Death Eaters began to arrive taking their places at the table, Voldemort at the end where the fire was roaring behind him. When all of the seats were taking Voldemort then began.

"Now as all of you have heard," Voldemort stated calmly. "That I was being targeted by a mysterious person known as Raven Shadow. The man who has recently killed one of you Death Eaters, Macnair. A very sad a troubling moment of time, and I had sworn to you we will have our revenge once he was caught."

The Death Eaters began to nod in response, some were sneering at Harry. "Well, today, life has so far helped achieved our goal, the person tied to the chandelier is our Raven Shadow." Everyone stared at Harry for a moment before turning their eyes back on Voldemort. "I know, he doesn't seem much but, he has been trained to kill. As far as I can collect, he's part of some notorious Muggle gang, who attends Hogwarts still in Gryffindor House." That's when everyone began gasping and chatting to each other. This seemed to irritate Voldemort, "Silence Death Eaters!" Which everyone happily obliged in fear, which Harry then only chuckled deeply.

"What's so funny?" a random Death Eater asked.

"What's so funny?" Harry repeated mockingly. "The fact that you all quiet in fear of Voldemort and the fact your so called 'Dark Lord' can't even withstand a bunch of people talking about me. What's the matter Tom, can't handle it?"

Everything was dead silent, some of the Death Eaters could be heard breathing heavily, staring at the Dark Lord, whose eyes were wide with shock. Voldemort then stood up on the table and walked towards the dangling Harry. Grabbing a chunk of his hair in a tight grip, giving him the pleasure to hear Harry hiss in pain. "How do you know my name?"

Harry looked at him. Shit, I didn't mean to say his name, I'm totally fucked now. But, Harry remained silent, giving the Dark Lord deadly glares behind his mask. This only aggravated the Dark Lord even more gripping Harry's hair tighter, receiving more noise of pain from Harry's lip. "Tell me how you gotten this information, or I'll make sure you will remember you're torture so well, that when you're dead you will always feel the torture that I have given you permanently!"

Harry only sneered. "Scared Tom?"

"Crucio!"

Harry began to scream in pain, his body felt like it was on fire and he was writhing within his ropes. His cries so painful that the Death Eaters began to squirm in their seats, watching him get tortured. But, soon Harry began to laugh hysterically under the pain, he was raised with pain, prepared for it all of his life, this was nothing new. "Is this all you got, Tom!?" Harry taunted. "I felt worse pain than this in my lifetime, and yet I'm not even close to your age! Come on, continue your pathetic torture!"

"Why you impudent brat!?" Voldemort spat out. "You dare mock me when you're life is on the line, when I, Lord Voldemort, is about to kill you!? CRUCIO!"

The pain became more intense and Harry then began to cry in pain but, still continued to laugh in his head, making the Dark Lord feel his energy that was mocking him. It was a few minutes before Voldemort released Harry from the torturing spell. Harry was gasping for breath, glaring daggers at the Dark Lord. "I have a better torturing method." The smile on Voldemort's face disturbed Harry deeply, who quietly gulped in fear. "How about that mask of yours, wouldn't taking it off even hurt your pride even a little?"

"You bastard," Harry mouthed him.

"And I know just the person to do it," Voldemort stated cruelly. "After all, he knows all of his students. Especially you idiotic Gryffindors." He turned to the right, gripping the Harry's hair tighter than before. "Severus! Come identify this child!"