Disclaimer: I know this may come as a shock to you, but I own nothing but the plot. The title of this story is from the song, "I am a Revenant" by the Distillers, which I encourage everyone to listen to.
Reclaim Our Stolen Breath by killtheenviousmoon
Chapter 1
Sinking into the plush cushions of the couch in the Head Boy dormitories, an astonishingly handsome, dark-haired and pale adolescent gazed into the flaming embers of the roaring fireplace. This boy's name was Tom Riddle and tomorrow he would graduate Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the place he has called home for the past 7 years. Although he would miss the school were he learned of the great, powerful things he had the ability to do and just how "special" he was, he was voraciously thrilled for what was soon to come. Without rules, regulations and the maddening Dumbledore watching his every move, his unchecked power would soon grow to be more powerful than anyone has ever seen. Whilst the flames danced in his eyes, he smiled a nefarious and wicked smile.
Suddenly, a deafening crack assaulted the ears of young Tom and his head whipped with astonishing celerity to the source of the disarray. Before him was a deathly pale, inhuman being with slit instead of eyes that blazed a burning red, not unlike the flames that were aglow in Tom's eyes just moments before. He was the most powerful being of all time, Lord Voldemort.
Tom immediately lashed out his wand and furiously demanded, "Who are you and tell the truth!" The snake-like creature began to chuckle and replied, "You and I are one in the same. I am Lord Voldemort." Tom's expressionless mask was only betrayed by his eyes, which gaped upon Voldemort with shock, awe, but most of all, admiration.
The Dark Lord continued with a high, but commanding voice, "I am from the year 1998. We have almost succeeded in completing our mission of world domination and the cleansing of the magical race. I have but one obstacle in my way, and that is a mere boy named Harry Potter; however, he shall not be an obstacle for long for I am destroying him tonight. Now, I have come here today as another precaution to ensure my continued existence, just in case by some impossible reason, something goes wrong with my plan. If this occurs, I want you to travel to the year of 1998 to finish what I have started. You will know if my plan fails in approximately one hour. Everything will be explained. But, now, I must leave and finally put an end to this war." He smiled a nefarious and wicked smile, and as abruptly as he came, Lord Voldemort vanished with a violent crack.
Tom realized he had not taken a breath since his future self began speaking. He stared at the spot the Dark Lord had once been, trying to wrap his head around all the information he heard. He must have been standing in shock for an hour because again, out of thin air, a package appeared with a dull thump falling to the floor.
Opening the foreign parcel, it read, "Tom, if you are reading this, I have failed…" His future self had lost the war and he would go to the year 1998.
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