Hello folks!
No, I'm afraid I'm still on vacation BUT I'm now with a friend who's got a notebook, which means I can type again. I used the first chance I got to present you with this new fanfiction. Again, I do not plan on writing seven of this kind and since I already killed Dumbledore, this will be one hell of an AU. You have been warned.
For those of you who are new: Harry's got an evil twin named Charles who allied himself with diary-Riddle, raised his own flock of followers and is now well on his way to conquer the wizarding world. But let's not forget: There's more then just one Voldemort out there!
Somewhere down in the depths of a forest so wide and so dark no sunlight ever touched the ground a circle of candles illuminated the darkness of the night. Within the circle laid the trembling body of a middle-aged man. Although there were no visible restrains on him he couldn't move one inch and was forced to look up at his captor. The figure looming over him wore a hooded cloak that obscured his face as he made strange hissing noises that almost sounded like chanting. The hostage watched in horror as out of the dark forest a shadow rose. At first its shape was indiscernible but as it got closer, circling the man as if judging him, he recognized a human face in it. A terrible grimace filled with malice and dark promises. The mask of the devil. Then the shadow came down on the poor man and if he had any voice left he would have screamed.
Lord Voldemort was not pleased. Finally, when there came his long awaited follower, all he was offered was a disgusting muggle! Granted, even possessing muggles had been too much for him without the proper ritual to provide him with the magic but at the very least the guy could've used a wizard!
Still, it was the first help he had received since Quirrel and he was determined to not let his displeasure show. Still the ritual was a sloppy one. It was by no means an actual resurrection. It barely allowed him to speak using the muggles mouth and to move, using his body but even that effect would only last an hour at most before the victim died.
"Reveal yourself, my dear follower", the Lord hissed when the spell that bound the muggle was released and he was able to stand.
The figure slowly dropped the hood.
Lord Voldemort had expected Snape or Rookwood or even Thorfinn, one of those Death Eaters he knew through Quirrel had never been arrested. Malfoy would've probably surprised him, since the man had proven to be a coward in the end. But he most certainly hadn't expected to see a younger version of himself.
"I am not your follower", Tom Riddle said clearly. "Nor am I your partner. I am your successor."
Lord Voldemort hissed angrily but Riddle didn't give him any time to speak: "You had your chance in conquering Britain and you failed. Quite miserably so if I might add. When I first heard what became out of you I was astonished to which depths I could sink. You have split your soul so often, each time sacrificing a part of yourself that you're barely recognizable as me anymore."
"How dare you speak to me like this!? You have no idea what I accomplished! I had the wizarding world at my feet already!"
"You mean before you were defeated by a toddler", Riddle stated coldly.
"Do not tell me that you would've known what would happen. Do not tell me you would've done anything different."
"Maybe not", Riddle admitted. "But unlike you, I have learned from my mistakes. I will get to the point because quite frankly, your presence is disgusting. I have my own army. I'll have my Death Eaters back soon. I got Dumbledore out of the way and Britain is completely unprepared against me. This is the only chance I'll ever give you. The chance to be part of the new world order I'm going to make. You can fight with me or you can fight against me. It's your choice."
Voldemort stared at his younger self incredulously.
"You're setting me an ultimatum? Boy, you might be me but you have barely a sixth of my experience."
"And you only have three hundredth percent of our soul. I have you at my mercy. I could burn down this whole forest with fiendfyre and see how you like that."
"You would not dare", Voldemort sneered. "You know what would happen if even a single piece of our soul is lost forever. Do not make threats that you aren't ready to back up."
Riddle was silent for a moment. "Will you work with me or not?", he asked finally.
"Merlin will rise anew to crush the monarchy and Atlantis will appear from the depths of the oceans and Slytherin and Gryffindor will walk the corridors of Hogwarts hand in hand before I ever take any commands from you!"
Riddle sighed. "I take that as a no."
"I will destroy you! I will crush and torture you before I put you back into that blasted diary and lock you away where no sentient being will ever stumble over you ever again!"
"No need to be so hostile", Riddle muttered. Voldemort began to start another tirade, actually taking a step forward as if he wanted to strangle Riddle with his borrowed body. Riddled whipped out his wand and with a precise slashing motion he severed the Muggles head. Out of the wound black smoke poured onto the ground. Riddle watched impassively as the shadow that was Lord Voldemort let out a silent scream of anger and hatred before it fled back into the forest.
Riddle vanished the corpse and all leftovers. Then he disapperated.
Deep in the woods Lord Voldemort was brooding and plotting for his vengeance. His younger self truly was inexperienced. By killing the muggle he had interrupted the ritual before Voldemort could spend all the magic he had borrowed. He was still only in his spirit form but he was now stronger then he had ever been before. Strong enough to try another attempt like he did with Quirrel without having to wait a decade for it. He would get the boy eventually. He just had to find a loyal follower.