Back To The Drawing Board

by sonderwrites

After the final battle at Hogwarts, a dark soul is angered. That dark soul wants Tom Riddle to have won. To hold all the power ever possible. The whole world is turned into turmoil for just a second before time is turned back and 3 infants are thrown into 1951. The year Bellatrix Black was born.

1. Prologue

Prologue

Two wizards stand across from each other in a war. Opposite sides. Sworn enemies.

Two spells are conjured simultaneously.

"Avada kedavra!" Screams the older, broken souled, noseless one.

"Expelliarmus!" Calls the younger, scarred one.

The two spells collide, but the unforgivable killing curse rebounds, the elder wand flies into the air, and one dies.

Cheers erupt from the surrounding people, but something much darker is at play. Dark clouds form overhead, until suddenly everywhere on earth, in every time in history, those dark, stormy clouds appear, but then disappear and are forgotten. Just as Tom Riddle is forgotten by all. Transported to a time where he will grow up alongside his most loyal servant and two other important people. The one who conjured this dark magic smiled, knowing this way, Tom would have a much better chance of winning. For certain.

A/N: I know this prologue is short, but I promise the chapters will be much longer. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!