A/N: This takes place a little bit after Negi defeats the Lifemaker, in 2003. Harry is 23. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Mahou Sensei Negima, or any content belonging to their respective stories.


Prologue: Voldemort

The pitiful creature stirred. A fog was entering it's domain-this had never happened before in it's memory, although admittedly it could hardly remember anything from the pain. But the fog brought with it a strength that seeped into the creature's limbs and enabled it to raise it- no, his-head. He felt stronger by the minute.

Faint voices pierced his senses. Despairing voices, fleeting voices. The fog seeped into his being and the pain lessened ever so slightly. Then-

He remembered. He had been Tom Riddle, in a distant past, he had been-no, he was Voldemort, and he had been-defeated? By the boy. But how? It was impossible, and yet he could not deny that the unbearable circumstances he had just been through for… it seemed a timeless era, was not a victory. And yet, he was still here. Did that mean he had conquered death? No, that could not be-

"What the-" Voldemort's inner dialogue was disrupted by a clear, gruff voice. He raised his head from where he knelt, curled, on the ground. A man sat a distance away from him, and Voldemort felt exposed. Immediately, there appeared a white cloak to his right. He took these and robed himself, feeling stronger by the second.

The man was sitting up and looking around, as one might do if they woke in an unfamiliar place. This man was the most enormous being Voldemort had ever seen; his dark skin enveloped clearly defined and ridiculously overtoned muscles; his white, bristly hair rustled over his back. He was outfitted in armor like Voldemort had never seen before. For an immeasurable amount of time Voldemort simply stared at the man, not speaking. Finally, he said, "Tell me your name and place."

The dark man heaved himself up and stared down at him, looking half perplexed, half disgusted. "Who're you?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes. The giant man walked, looking around. "Where are we? Is this Cosmo Entelecheia?"

"I ordered you to give me information."

The giant man stopped and stared at him again. "I don't take orders. Who the fuck are you?"

"I am Lord Voldemort, the most powerful sorcerer on earth, and I demand-"

"Hey man, hate to break it to ya, but we ain't on earth." The man scratched his head. "Voldemort… have I heard that name before…?" He slapped a gigantic fist into his palm. "Oh yeah! Weren't you that big-shot evil wizard?" The man began laughing. "Most powerful on earth? Wha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"

"You dare," Voldemort almost sputtered, "you dare mock my greatness? I, who have delved deeper into the darkest history of magic than anyone? I, who have-"

He was cut off by the man's raucous laughter. "You!? Magic? You're a wizard, you don't know the first thing about magic! Wha-ha-ha-ha!"

Voldemort was just about to raise his hand in some terrible demonstration of power, in his rage, forgetting his lack of a wand. However, he was interrupted by another stranger.

"Jack Rakan, you fool. So you were here."

The man turned and stepped slightly aside so that Voldemort could view the individual behind him: a small female child of around ten years of age. She wore a black dress and a self-satisfied smirk, as if she had just accomplished something great.

"Oh, Evangeline! So you got beat too!" The man named Jack Rakan said.

"You dimwit, I wasn't created by the code of the Lifemaker. Being able to be here is just one of the perks of being immortal… well, that and being me." The girl named Evangeline drawled in a tone most unlike a ten-year-old child.

Immortal. She had said it. The prize he had sought after for his entire life.

"How?" he hissed. Evangeline gave him a cursory glance and wrinkled her nose.

"Jack, what is this disgusting thing?" Despite his great achievements, Voldemort became painfully aware of his present appearance and felt the tiniest bit ashamed.

"Dunno, he was here when I got here," Jack shrugged. "Oh wait! Eva-chin, he's that pipsqueak wizard who was running around trying to take over the world while we were fighting Cosmo for the first time."

She looked positively bored. "Don't remember. Anyway, this is not Cosmo Entelecheia, which you would be able to tell if you were the smallest bit intelligent. You were sent to an in-between world, as it is, because the magic that tied you to earth, or Mundus Magicus, was too stubborn."

"So I can go back?" Rakan said. "What about the others? Does that mean they're dead!?"

"They should be able to come back… if the boya can defeat the Lifemaker." Eva shrugged. "Until then, just sit tight." Voldemort stared as she suddenly seemed to grow faint. It looked as if bits and pieces of her were disintegrating,

"Oi, Eva, what the hell-"

"My time here is up. I'm not actually dead, nor will I be coming here when I am, so I'm being ejected. If you use your spirit-" She was gone.

"Spirit, eh?" Jack Rakan said, itching his head again. "Lessee…" He closed his eyes and seemed to concentrate.

"You. Tell me what-"

"Shut up!" Voldemort saw Rakan move and suddenly felt the force of a thousand bricks on his head. He fell to the floor in agony. When he looked up, he saw Rakan beginning to disintegrate just as the girl had. Simultaneously, he felt somehow that he was losing control. His body ached, and not because of the recent blow to his head.

He was reverting into pain. He was losing himself, and it was because this strange uncouth character was leaving. The man brought with him a power that allowed Voldemort to regain some sentience, and now he was taking that power away. Voldemort grasped at the man feebly, but even as he did, Rakan's arm, his legs, torso, and head disappeared.

The creature whimpered.


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