Black. The lack of light, the void that fills all when there is nothing to keep it at bay. Being unable to see, I tried to make sure I was in one piece. Many people do this purely automatically, but their thinking seems to be as follows – "Two hands, Two feet, one head, No brain – I guess I'm still normal this morning." I am different. Everything I do is controlled by me – I will not twitch, I will not breathe, I will not blink unless I am fully in control of my actions. Taking in the environment around myself, I paused to think.
I see nothing, I taste nothing, I smell nothing, and I feel nothing. Listening closely however, I am able to discern the quiet sounds around me. Feared breathing of a crowd. A quiet breathing – of a figure that seems to be extremely self-confident. The slithering coils of a large serpent. The whimpers of another man. All these are sounds I hear, and I seem to be able to process them quite well.
I open my eyes.
All around me, I see a graveyard. In the distance, a manor stands, one that looks as if were exquisite and wealthy at one point in time – now it looks as though it has been decades since somebody lived here. In front of me, there is figure. Around the figure stand many robed and masked men, kneeling at the figures' feet. The figure seems to be looking at me, trying to think about what I am. Looking into the figure's face, I see that it is not truly human anymore. There is a covering of scales, as though he was crossed with a figure, and burning red eyes. He seems like he has not been sleeping lately, but he also looks like the type of monster that needs no sleep.
Seeming to make a decision, He seems to smirk at me. First in a timid approach, then in a full self-satisfied smirk. I immediately assume that he is afraid of me – why else would he not have done anything by now. I attempt to speak, being surprised that I am able to do so.
"Who am I?" I ask, not knowing the answer to the question myself.
"You are a demon. You have been summoned to do my bidding, and you are forced to obey me," the figure stated.
"If I am a demon, why would I obey you? What is stopping me from just eliminating you? You are, or were, a human – humans are weaker than demons – it has been proven before."
To prove my point, I will one of his subjects to drop over dead. As I hear his scream, I see the rest of the servants step back in fear.
"But… But I summoned you, you are unable to hurt me! I am Lord Voldemort, I cannot make mistakes like that!"
"You are correct in general, but flawed in the details. You did not summon me – I was created. I do not know how you managed to do that, but I did not exist prior to this night. However you are right, I cannot hurt you, but there is nothing that says that you can hurt me – or that I can hurt your so called followers."
"But will you do as I ask?" Voldemort stepped back, and tried to grasp control of the situation again.
"What's in it for me?" I asked, already predicting the answer. It turns out that I was right.
"Power – there is no right or wrong, there is only power. Your power stems from the dark, that means that I can provide you power beyond your wildest dreams – if you help me get power for myself as well."
"How will you grant me power if you cannot grasp power yourself? Your name stems from French, the language of love, and you still did not learn white magic?"
"True power comes from the dark, I would expect a demon to know that!" Voldemort practically yelled.
"True power, as you know, is what power you may get, not what type it is. There is no good or bad inherent power, but it is how you use it that makes it so. Yet you shun a whole half of the power you can get, just because you were orphaned as a child?"
Convinced he should not lose face before his followers, Voldemort changed the topic to Harry Potter. "Yes, but there is nobody in this world who uses both parts of the magic. Nobody will use both light and dark magic at the same time. Of the two parts, dark is stronger!"
"Harry Potter. He is who you are hunting, is that correct?" At Voldemort's nod, he continued. "Your fascination with him is staggering. He was the one prophesized to destroy you, do you know that? Of course, the prophecy was indeterminate, meaning it may not come to pass, but unless you somehow become more powerful, he still has a power the dark lord knows not."
"How can he have a power greater than me? I am the DARK LORD!"
"Well, I guess I can say, thanks for creating me, but I really must go."
With those final words, I closed my eyes disappeared.
When I next opened my eyes, I was in a quiet community of muggles. The community was named Privet Drive, and I felt a great concentration of power at one of the houses. A bundle of power, guilt, depression, and most of all love was what I felt. I knew I had come to the right place. This must be where Harry Potter, the Dark Lord's so called nemesis lives.
Walking up to the house, I phased through the door and was astounded at what I saw. While a big fat kid – probably the family's son - was displayed predominantly throughout the house, I saw no mention that another boy lived in this house. I can understand that they may not enjoy the contact of a different type of person, but that is no reason to neglect the child… I guess that could explain the feeling of depression, but what type of parental figure would allow a person to live like this? Even the protections I saw on the home would not be worth making a child live in misery.
Walking upstairs, I phased into the child's – no, Harry's – room, and looked at the sleeping form. Taking advantage of my powers, I looked into his past – and what I saw astounded me. Not only did he have a nearly perfect grasp of his light magic – the Patronus – but he also delved into dark magic – the Cruciatus. He felt guilty about the last one, but that is what he should have – if you feel no guilt after casting a dark curse, then you yourself are dark.
As I stopped scanning his memories, I was entirely amazed to find that Harry was awake, and not only that, he had his wand trained directly at me.
"Who are you, and what do you want with me?"