Harry Potter and the Legacy of Voldemort

Disclaimer: I don't own the world of Harry Potter or any of these characters. I am simply a huge fan and not making any money with this writing. Should there be similarities to other fanfictions it is definitely not on purpose. With the amount of fanfics already created basically everything had been tried out at least once. Please enjoy the first chapter of my story.

Prologue

It was a cold November night in the British town Little Hangleton. All residents were sleeping peacefully in their houses, the streets lay empty and silent in the darkness. But as always evil tends to strike when you least expect it. This night was no exception.

Nobody saw the small hooded man moving around at the local graveyard. Nobody was there to take any notice of a gigantic cauldron filled up with some strange liquid being placed in front of a certain gravestone. Everything was planned out precisely for the secret performance of an old dark ritual that would bring back the most feared wizard there has ever been. The hooded man went behind a nearby grave, picked up a cloak bundle from the ground that he had carefully placed there before and carried it slowly towards the cauldron. "Hurry up" hissed a faint voice out of the bundle. The man accelerated his footsteps. He then stopped in front of the cauldron and started to unwrap the cloak.

If anyone would have been there to follow the events, they definitely would have screamed out in shock as an ugly slimy being was revealed from inside the bundle. It had distant analogy to a small human child but appeared to be scaled with dark sheds. Arms and legs - if you could even call it that - were skinny and fragile, the horrible face snake-like with gleaming red eyes.

The hooded man didn't show any sign of shock or fear. He obviously knew what he had carried around with himself. Simply continuing his mission he quickly dropped the strange being right into the fizzing cauldron. Soon it would regain back his human body. Only three more special ingredients were missing. Pulling a wand out of his own cloak the man, apparently a wizard, casted some sort of spell at the grave in front of him. The inscriptions on the gravestone identified said grave as the last resting place of the muggle Tom Riddle.

"Bone of the father, unknowingly given, your will renew your son."

The marble grave slab suddenly cracked open. A small whirl of dust floated out of Tom Riddles grave and quickly into the prepared cauldron. The liquid immediately took on a vivid blue colour. Only two more ingredients and the ritual would be complete. The still hooded man suddenly started to shake. With nervous movements he exchanged the wand for a wicked looking knife. Slowly he stretched out his free right hand over the cauldron - said hand was already missing one finger for some reason.

"Flesh of the servant, willingly given, your will revive your master."

The man brought the knife down with a swift and powerful swing of his left hand. Even though he did it on his own accord, he was not able to suppress the pained scream as the other hand was chopped off clean from his arm and fell right into the cauldron. This time the liquid changed colour to a burning red. Panting heavily the man let the knife simply fall to the ground as he tried his best to ignore the intense pain flooding through his body. Only one more step was necessary, one more ingredient, then his job would be finally done. With his remaining left hand he reached inside his cloak for one last time to pull out a corked vial filled with the required blood. Time to complete the ritual.

"Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, your will resurrect your foe."

Uncorking the vial with his teeth the man quickly poured all the blood inside the cauldron before giving in and sinking to the ground whimpering. The liquids colour changed for the third time, it was now a clear white. For one moment there was silence on the graveyard. Nothing happened, except for the shudders of the hurt man who tried to hide away the bleeding right arm stump under his cloak and body while trying to suppress his tears. Then with a sudden detonation the cauldron dissolved into flames, setting free the ugly being that was dropped in before, only to show that it had by now transformed into a fully grown dark wizard.

Lord Voldemort had returned.

"My cloak, Wormtail" he commanded immediately with a freezing voice. The whimpering man next to him quickly stumbled back to his feet and handed his master the demanded piece of black clothing. The arm stump was still pressed up against his body and heavily bleeding.

"My wand, Wormtail" requested Voldemort sharply and his servant was again eager to comply. As his long white fingers grasped the powerful yew wand the Dark Lord was instantly infused with the familiar feeling of domination and superiority he had missed so much during the time he didn't had his real body. A satisfied smile spread over his snake-like face.

"Your arm, Wormtail" he commanded for the third time. "Thank u my Lord, thank u so much." Happiness flooded the servant as he painfully lifted his bleeding arm stump towards his master. Voldemort only spared him a contemptuous glance before performing the first magic with his wand. The arm stump swiftly stopped bleeding and in a matter of seconds the flesh consolidated the chopped off area.

While this was way better than before Wormtail was not really that excited about it. Voldemort had promised him a proper replacement of the lost hand. He had hoped for something better. In one of his rare displays of courage Wormtail dared to remember his Lord of this fact in a still shaky voice. "But my Lord, u promised me…" he began only to be cut off harshly by his master. "I know what I have promised. Don't question my word, Wormtail. You should know exactly what happens to the ones that are stupid enough to do so." That sent chills down the servants spine and he threw himself onto the ground on instinct, kissing the hem of Voldemorts cloak. "Please forgive me my Lord… Of course you are right… I would never doubt a single word of you…"

"That's enough" hissed Voldemort coldly. "Stand up and listen closely." His servant shot strait up, eager to show his loyalty even more. "You have proven yourself surprisingly useful in these last days Wormtail" the Dark Lord began. "You can be sure to be rewarded appropriately when the time has come. But for now I have to stay hidden. For my plans to succeed it is important that nobody knows of my swift return to strength. Nobody, Wormtail, not even you."

"But my Lord…" His reply was cut short as Voldemort paralyzed his servant with a simple swing of his wand. "I really regret that I am forced to do this Wormtail" whispered the Dark Lord but his voice didn't held any form of sympathy, obviously this was just empty rhetoric. He lifted his wand between Wormtails eyes and started manipulating his memories, whipping out any clue that he had performed this ritual or even knew what said ritual was. While he changed his servants mind Voldemort remembered the fateful night himself, the Halloween night when he was finally able to put his amazing plan into motion.

Flashback Start

"Not Harry, please no… Take me, kill me instead…"
"Stand aside you silly girl… Stand aside now…"

The Dark Lord looked at the begging Lily Potter who had thrown herself between him and her son Harry. Everything went according to his plan. He knew he could not kill Lily right away, it was important that she got the chance to sacrifice herself for her baby. This was the only way to activate the ancient blood protection which would then allow the boy to survive the killing curse. At least in theory.

"Not Harry… Please… Have mercy… Have mercy…"
"This is my last warning! Stand aside now!"

This should be more than enough for the blood protection to work. It was time for the kill. He just couldn´t screw this up now, he planned out his own disappearance for far too long. The prophecy about the boy who would somehow possess the power to defeat him was an absolute golden opportunity. He could finally fake his own downfall and then raise the boy himself. Only a few more steps were needed, including two unforgivable curses.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Blinding green light filled the room as Lily Potter dropped dead on the stop. Voldemort wasted no time and cut her left arm open with simple wordless magic. He conjured a small vial out of thin air and quickly filled it with some of Lily's blood before shutting the wound with another swing of his wand.

Other people who would look at her corpse would never find any trace of the cut or that he had taken a sample of her blood. Not that anyone would be suspicious either way. He was the only one who knew the ingredients for that special ritual after all.

Sealing up the vial and charming it to be indestructible the Dark Lord turned around just in time to see a rat at the doorsteps transforming into his loyal servant. He levitated the vial towards the expected newcomer.

"Take good care of this vial, Wormtail" Voldemort hissed over his left shoulder while his eyes now focused onto the baby boy in front of him. "As soon as my current body gets destroyed, it is your job to take my wand and cloak with you and disappear from this place. You will wait for me at the graveyard of Little Hangleton in exactly two weeks from now. I can´t perform the ancient ritual on my own."

"But my Lord, are you sure that there is no other way?" Wormtail asked fearfully. "My decision stands, I only have this one chance. The ritual will make me stronger than ever before, but in order for it to work properly, I first have to get rid of my actual body. Using the blood protection of the Potters against them is allowing me this extraordinary feat. Don't forget that you made a vow on your magic to tell nobody about these events. I planned everything out perfectly so don't disappoint me. You know the consequences."

"Of course my Lord, I will exactly follow your orders" Wormtail replied hastily. A cruel smile spread across Voldemorts face as he lifted his wand to put the next step of his plan into motion. Hopefully everything worked out as theory claimed. The boy should soon be famous for being the first person to ever survive the killing curse. Otherwise his whole plan would fail. And it was an unwritten law that a plan made by Lord Voldemort never failed. Any exceptions were not allowed to exist.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Flashback End

Voldemort smiled confidently as he finished planting false memories into Wormtails mind. The ritual actually didn't made him any stronger at all, its sole purpose was to restore his body and magic, it was all a lie just to ensure Wormtails compliance, a very successful lie as it turned out.

His plan had worked out perfectly up till now. The whole wizarding society would believe him to be gone, nobody would ever think of him being already back at full power only one week after his supposed downfall. Voldemort wanted it to stay like this for many years to come. He had many new experiments that he could now try out in total secrecy, as well as achieving his main goal, to raise a successor who would become his key to victory in the future.

After double checking the graveyard to make absolutely sure that there was no trace of his rebirth left Voldemort finally disapparated to his personal hideout. It would take some more minutes for Wormtail to regain his consciousness, after that he would blame himself to be responsible for the downfall of his Lord and quickly go into hiding using his rat form. It didn't really matter where he would hide away, all memories concerning the ritual were whipped out of his mind after all.

Voldemort had to focus on more important matters. He had to get his hands on the boy who was marked as his equal. That boy was the perfect successor. That boy would become his legacy.

The Dark Lord left the graveyard with one single name on his mind - Harry Potter!

A/N: Thanks for reading. This is my first serious attempt of creating a fanfiction so I am grateful for every feedback that I get for this and every other upcoming chapter. Also English is not my native language so I want to apologize for possible grammar or spelling mistakes you might have found. I am trying my best, but I am not a wizard as my Hogwarts letter has never arrived.