The new light.

Disclaimer: Anything you recognise is obviously not mine, anything you don't is.

Eight

'Pop'

Every one that was occupying the room turned to face the intruder, correction, intruders.

Harry grinned.

"Hiya, Voldemort!" The Death Eaters in the room all made to attack Harry. None got that far.

There was a flash of red light and every single person and creature, save, Voldemort, Harry and Tom, were unconscious.

Voldemort stood, wand in hand. "Impressssive. But it wassss a missstake."

Harry smirked, "Nah my only misssstake," he answered, imitating his rival, "Was changing my appearance."

Voldemort moved closer to Harry and Tom. "Oh? And do tell, who you and your accomplicsse are. Ssso that I can inform the paper'ssss of your untimely demissse."

Harry smirked again, "Oh that wont happen, but why not. You should know me of course, if it wasn't for me you would still be weak and pathetic, oh no wait. You still are." He grinned. "But my accomplice you should recognise, the past 50 years havent changed him much." He then stepped to the side and allowed Tom to see his son for the first time since young Tom Marvolo Riddle was only a child.

It took a lot to surprise Voldemort. But seeing his once dead father standing next to Harry Potter, glaring at him, looking very much alive, would shock anyone, including Voldemort.

He twisted his face into a sneer, "Hello father. Did you like being dead? I am sure I can arrange for it to happen again."

Tom looked his son over, he was tall, and had a good build but his face was no longer that of a Riddle. But more of a snake. Tom repressed a shudder.

"Shut up child! You were nothing but a mistake, I should have killed you like I did your mother!"

Harry conjured up a chair and sat down in it. He made himself comfortable and then summoned an everlasting box of popcorn. He munched on the said popcorn and watched the family reunion play out.

"My mother, the heir of Salazar Slytherin, died in child birth, do not praise yourself by even suggesting that you had a hand in her death!" Voldemort's voice had changed back into that of Tom Marvolo Riddle, the once head boy at Hogwarts.

Tom laughed, "Oh you poor deluded child. You still seem to think that the world evolves around you! That orphanage was a mistake, and a waste of money, I should have left you on the streets."

"Give it up with all the 'should haves'! That is all the past. I was nothing but a small boy then. Now I am a fully grown man and the most powerful wizard alive!"

"Most powerful aye?" Tom raised an eyebrow, "What about young Harry there? He seems more powerful than you."

Angry, Voldemort raised his wand again; "Avada Kedavra!" the green light left his wand and shot towards Tom. It never reached him. A barrier surrounding Tom seemingly absorbed the curse.

"Don't kill him again, I can't be bothered to bring him back again, and this is fun." Both Riddles turned towards Harry, who was still sitting in the chair eating popcorn. He shrugged, "What?" he asked them confused. "Carry on."

Tom shock his head then tuned his attention back to his son. Who was still staring at him.

"Harry? Harry Potter?"

Harry nodded slowly, "Ye-es."

Voldemort glared at him then looked back at his father. "Well, father, is there anything you want to say to me?"

"Er … yeah how about drop this Voldemort charade and get a life?"

Voldemort glared again, Harry laughed.

"Or perhaps, let Harry kill you and burn in hell?"

Again Voldemort glared and again Harry laughed.

"Shut up you filthy muggle!" Voldemort spat. Tom it seemed had touched a nerve.

"Filthy? Well you lie in a grave for 50 years and see if you come out of it spick-and-span!"

Harry yawned, he was getting bored. The two Riddle's continued to shout insults at each other and neither noticed when a flash of green light hit the other.

Both bodies lay limp on the ground. Dead.