Ruins of Hogsmeade
He walked around, tall and confident. He was proud of his handiwork. He had finally done it. There was no need to claim the school itself. He was ensuring its inward destruction. He came upon the Shrieking Shack, or now more accurately, the Silent Pile of Wood and Tin. He pointed his wand at the ground and decided now would be a time to mark his territory.
"TREMOR SANGUIS!"
Normally what happened was the ground shook and his insignia flew up in the sky, a snake caressing a bolt of lightning. Yet what happened was he was thrown seven feet from the ground, landing flat on his back.
"Mother &!" He was not a happy dictator. He wiped the dust off his regal emerald robes. He then had to shield his eyes from the golden light emanating from the hill he tried to conquer.
It was the Mirror of Erised.
What did this have to do with anything, he thought to himself. He traced his pale claws over the mirror's inscription. His hand felt an odd tingling sensation as the mirror showed not his desire, but a cryptic message.
You've tried to take an unwelcome gift
Now the powers here must shift
Worlds connected, once apart
Lion or Serpent must devour heart
Seven weeks time you've got to take
To destroy the other in your wake
Two become One, see your voice
Your path entwined with the Other Choice
He looked at this message, which disappeared momentarily. Putting two and two together, it really wasn't that complicated. This was Dumbledore's last resort. To protect Hogsmeade, he was going to put him through some arduous task which would most likely result in someone's death. Then again, logic was never my strong point, he thought to himself.
The Mirror changed images after being blank. It was Dumbledore's office as he remembered it in second year. But this was impossible. Dumbledore had been committed, he and Voldemort made sure of-
Before the thought was finished, he was gone.