Author's note: please review! As this is my first fic, I would appreciate it if you refrained from flames. and REMEMBER: respect the pineapple! Don't ask why I said that! Watermelon!? Arnold the pygmy puff! Hippogriff! (I hope I spelled that correctly...) oh, and there will be some Ron&Hermione, some Harry&Ginny, possible Neville&Luna, Draco&Nerissa (maybe) and Gregor&Luxa.

Prologue: Voldemort falls

Voldemort was exited, he was about to kill Harry potter. Harry looked at him and he glared back, a shimmer of doubt in his mind, The potter boy looked so certain, and had told him some gibberish about Draco Malfoy being the master of the elder wand, and harry being the master of Draco's wand, so he was the master of the elder wand. It made no sense. and he had already killed Harry... How was it he was back? Time for questions later, he had to people to kill, deadlines to make. He had made a joke, deadlines. He would have to write that one down if he survived. WHEN he survived, not IF.

"AVADA KEDAVERA!" He screamed, at precisely the same time Harry shouted "EXPELLIAUMUS!" and the two spells met at the center and voldemort knew for a split second, as the look of fear spread across his face, that he was going to loose. Both spells ended up hitting voldemort, and he screamed, turning into dust.

But some of that dust fell through cracks in the floor...

Voldemort was falling, in peices and falling. He could feel himself being somehow pulled back together. The falling was endless. he had almost reformed. and a while back his descent had slowed, like he was falling toward a giant fan. He felt in his robes for his wand, but he had been disarmed by the potter boy. Come to think of it, he had been killed by the potter boy as well. He looked down and saw what looked like the bottom, rising fast toward him, but not as fast as it should be. He slowed even more as he reached the bottom, and landed on his feet. He looked at himself, and noticed he was covered in small shimmering bits of rock and mineral. He supposed he looked like he had been mobbed by a lardge group of four year olds with multiple vats of glitter, but he would fix that later. He looked at his surroundings, and started to walk in a random direction. As soon as he started to move, however, a lardge creature appeared out of the shadows.

"Whyy heree bee youu whyy heree?" The creature asked him. He looked at it, curiously. It appeared to be a giant fly. Flies had a notoriously low IQ, or so he had been told. Maybe they could be my new death eaters, he thought. "I am here because I am your new leader." He told the flies.

"Youu bee Solovet, bee youu?"

"No I be Voldemort, be me." He replied, in an irritated tone. "Who's Solovet?"

"Solovet bee leaderr, Solovet bee conquerer, bee Solovet. Solovet bee commingg to bringg uss into a neww age, Solovet is queen."

"I am... The dark lord. I am your master." He concentrated, and a ball of light appeared in his hand. "I am a wizard." The insect, upon seeing the light, was blinded, and bowed down to Voldemort, thinking him to be some kind of deity. "Hmm, yes. That's better. Now, take me to your city, or wherever the other ones of your kind live." The fly stood up, and motioned for him to follow, walking off into the darkness. Voldemort, keeping the light maintained, followed. They then reached a wall of rock, and the fly went through a crevice. "This wayy" it called. He squeezed through, and found himself in the midst of a group of flies, who were walking about a market of some kind. It looked like a primitive town square. "I AM LORD VOLDEMORT, AND YOU WILL ALL BOW BEFORE ME!" He screamed, raising his hand with the light in it. The flies all bowed to the cloaked snakelike man, and he smiled. It was not a nice smile, but one that said: I'm going to take over this world, and there's nothing the Potter boy can do to stop me.