The new light.
Disclaimer: Anything you recognise is obviously not mine, anything you don't is.
Seven
The house or manor depending on what you would describe it as was as dark as the sky outside. Two figures, one old, mid 40's and one young, teenage, suddenly appeared in the dining room. Harry stood in the exact same spot the young Voldemort had stood when he had killed his father and his grandparents.
Tom looked around, "It's still the same."
Harry looked to Tom, "what do you remember?"
Tom closed his eyes, "A bright green light then nothing." Harry nodded.
"That was a curse called, Avada Kedavra, it kills you instantly."
"Kills? But … but that means …"
"Yup you were dead." Harry looked away from Tom and examined the room.
"Were … dead?"
"Yup you were dead, I brought you back." Harry's tone was like that of an adult talking to a young child.
"Um … how?"
Harry turned to Tom, "Necromancy. Handy little thing, mind you every magical thing is simple to me now. But yeah, come lets go find your son!" He turned to leave but Tom grabbed his arm.
"Woah, explanation needed."
Harry sighed, "All right, you married a witch had a child found out about her and left her and the child. The child went to an orphanage and grew up hating you and hating the muggles, that's you and every non-magical person everywhere." Tom nodded taking in everything Harry was saying. "Anyhoo's Voldemort attacked me and my parents, they both died I survived," he laughed to himself, "hey that rhymed. Oh yeah, Voldemort dissaperated for 13 years, I grew up then he came back and tried to kill me again, he failed, tried again the next year, failed again, but my godfather died instead. That summer, now, I found a new spell and decided to use it. It made me faster, smarter, cooler," he grinned "and know absolutely every magical spell, charm, curse, hex, potion, transfiguration thing ever used or created by a witch or wizard ever!" his eyes glinted dangerously bright, and Tom took an uncertain step backwards. "There's just one hitch," curious Tom stepped forward again.
"What?"
Harry looked at Tom and grinned, "Can't you guess?" Tom stayed speechless, Harry shrugged, and grabbed his arm again, "Come on its time for a family reunion!!"
With another 'pop' they left the dinning room and apperated upstairs into the room Harry had seen in his dream before the Quidditch World cup.
