Disclaimer: Harry Potter and any other characters from the Harry Potter books are owned by J.K. Rowling. Any characters that aren't in the books but are in this FanFic are mine.

Prologue

The summer had been the worst in sixteen years. The day was especially bad as it was hailing. The hail was pounding on the roof of the Riddle House just outside of Little Hangleton. The residents of the town have steered clear of the Riddle House "Is haunted," they said. But it wasn't haunted, not completely.

There was one thing in that house that should have died. Tom Riddle had been living in that house long after his death, but not as the young Tom.

High on the top floor of the house in the room around the corner laid two figures. One of those figures was indeed Tom Riddle except now his face was cold and bloodless. His eyes were blood red and cat-like. This man was once Tom Riddle but now he went by Voldemort.

The other figure was Peter Pettigrew. Peter was a short, fat, little man with colorless hair. Voldemort was Peter's master for at least sixteen years. Wormtail was another name for Peter as he had another form. He, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and James Potter were all Animagi, shape changers, possible of changing into animals.

The room was completely dark except for a fireplace on a far wall. In front of the fire sat a broken-down armchair. In the middle of the room was a moth-eaten rug.

"Wormtail," said the cold, vile, voice of Voldemort.

"Y-yes master?" stuttered Wormtail.

Voldemort began to rise from the moldy rug "You have failed me for the last time Wormtail," he said.

"I don't know what you mean sure, as you may remember it was Lucius Malfoy who failed you this time. May I suggest you kill him."

"Malfoy has been nothing but loyal to me," said Voldemort. He was now sitting on the armchair and grinning at Wormtail. "I have no use for you now," Voldemort raised his wand. "Cru-"

"NO," yelled Wormtail and where he lay now stood a fat, gray, rat.

"You can't run from me Wormtail!" Yelled Voldemort. The rat scuttled to the door, down the stairs and out the front door.

The rat ran down the street into Little Hangleton. He kept running until he was on Privet Drive.