He's examining his surroundings. It seems he's in some thick foresty area. But it's haunting, it's other worldly. Almost like the forests in Asgard.
Slow, steady steps, he's in no hurry. Occasionally, he sees strange creatures. An oversized spider, an odd cross between what seems to be a lion and a large bird, and even some things that are invisible, but he can still see them, of course.
Soon, he arrives at a gravestone. It's alone, forgotten. It's too obviously forgotten. Almost like, people want to forget about it. Taking his scepter, he touches the ground below the lonely gravestone in the woods. There's a low rumbling sound, then there's a burst of light.
Of course, people know his scepter can stop hearts. It's one of the deadliest weapons of its kind. But that's where they're wrong, it's not entirely a weapon, no of course not. It can also start hearts.
Out of the light, emerges a young boy, about 17 years of age. Dark, almost black, shaggy hair covers his head. He has green eyes, a bluish tint to them. His clothes are black, with green accents. Robes, almost like a uniform. They have some sort a serpent imprinted on the breast.
The boy seems surprised, but content. A sly smile playing his lips. He looks up, then, finally noticing the figure looming over him. The being that brought him back. He too, is wearing black and green robes, except they're different. Not some petty uniform. They seem ancient, almost god-like. Black hair sprouts from his scalp, raven black, touching his shoulders. Knowingly, he smiles.
"Who the bloody hell are you, and how am I alive?" Asks the boy, raising an eyebrow, thick British accent.
The being laughs a bit at the boy's fearlessness. But of course, he's not really a boy, he's so much older, it just seems the staff brought him back while he was still semi-human, "Dear, Tom Riddle. What a pleasure to meet you. I've learned so much about you. Oh, you're going to love this..."