I do not own Harry Potter & Co, I only wrote this fanfic :)
The great hall was engulfed in darkness. Screams were heard as the student within panicked. A single light that floated was the only light source within the hall. A figure striding next to it.
"Who are you?" Dumbledore asked in a demanding voice as he and the rest of the staff lit their wands. "I" the stranger drew down his hood, "am lord Voldemort".
Gasps were heard from all around but none dared to move nor breathe out of fear. Harry's once Emerald now Blood Red eyes darted around the hall and he chuckled bitterly. " I have finally posessed the boy Old man, " Voldemort began, "He did try to stop me, how very...brave of him shall I put it.." He paced up the the staff table.
"And I can still hear him screaming for mercy like his mudblood moth-" Harry or shall I say Voldemort stopped short only to scream in pain, his eyes flashing between Emerald and Blood red. "No, Potter! You cannot fight me! I've won!" Voldemort in Harry's body straighted up. "You can't save him now Old Man... No one can" His evil laugh echoed around the hall and more students screamed and shuddered in terror.
Dumbledore rose from his seat and pointed his wand at Voldemort, Glaring at him like he was death itself. "Let the boy go Tom" He demanded in a deathly tone of voice. Tom Riddle's Laugh echoed again creating a horror movie like sound.
"What are you going to do? Glare at me to dea-" Once again he was cut off by another scream, this time his eyes stayed Emerald. Harry (the real Harry mind you) dropped to the floor shaking, tearing spawled across his face.
"Help Me" He gasped before once again before his pain filled eyes turned red with hatred.
I wrote this when I was like 8...im 13 now, so...? don't be hating? I can continue if anyone wants?