Lightning flashed and cold chills went up the dark lord's back as he explored his new surroundings, it hadn't been very long since Voldemort had fallen through the mysterious wormhole that had popped up out of nowhere beneath his feet.

Wherever he was, this intrigued him greatly as he knew somebody was summoning him. Whomever it was, Voldemort was eager to meet with the summoner. If it was a new ally, he would have help in beating the boy. If it was an enemy, Voldemort needed a challenge.

Towering in front of him was a huge temple, shaped like a giant obelisk, Voldemort walked inside the temple and stood in the circle in the middle of the room, waiting for something to happen as he observed the architecture.

As the elevator soon descended down into a lower chamber full of statues, the Dark Lord held his wand, just in case he had to defend himself. He knew all of his own spells and if his possible mysterious enemy tried anything, Voldemort knew what to do.

"Welcome, Tom Riddle." A sinister voice in the shadows spoke as Voldemort's elevator ride ended and he stepped off at the foot of a statue. His red eyes widened and his nostrils flared, who was there and how did he know his old name.

"Who are you?" Voldemort snarled, "and how do you know the name of the boy I am not. Tom Riddle is gone, nothing more than a forgotten memory, Riddle was weak. I am Voldemort and I am the one who destroyed him."

"Ah, Lord Voldemort." The Mystery Speaker spoke again, "You can try to hide your old identity all you want, but I know everything about you. I heard many a legend from all over the universe about you, whispers from all the way across time and space."

His hand gripped tighter around his wand, Voldemort began his hunt for the source of the voice, for his host. "I don't know who you are," The Dark Wizard said coldly, "But I will find you and, if you are a threat, I will dispose of you."

On alert and practicing caution, the immortal dark wizard made his way through the large maze-like structure, passing by more large statues of hooded figures as lightning flashed, all the while, shadowy figures watched Voldemort from the shadows.

He was aware that he was being observed, even the mystery host was watching his every move from somewhere else in this place. But Voldemort was not fooled or mistaken, the mystery speaker was close by, about to reveal himself anytime.

Then, he saw movement through the darkness and heard a whirring noise, seeing a large machine and a shadowy figure in front of it, coming towards him. He stood his ground, wand ready and prepared to cast spells at any second.

In seconds, the figure soon revealed itself, a man with a scarred face and pale eyes, pale flesh and ruined fingers, attached to a large apparatus. The mysterious being smiled weakily and evilly, staring at Voldemort with lifeless eyes.

"Are you the one who summoned me?" Voldemort asked.

"I am." The being replied, "I am Darth Sidious, Emperor of the Galaxy and Sith Lord."

"A Sith? What is... a Sith?"

"Followers of the Dark Side of the Force, weilders of darkness, quite the opposite of our ancient enemies known as the Jedi, who foolishly weilded the light."

"What do you want from me?"

"To test you, test your strength, in a contest of... magic."

"I will make sure you lose, old man."

The two rivals/could've been allies faced each other, prepared for battle, Voldemort stood in a combat position and Sidious stood his ground while his servants, the mysterious dark figures in the room, watched, wondering what was going to happen.

Voldemort made the first move, attempting to unleash the Cruciatus Curse on his mysterious counterpart. Sidious hardly flinched as the red light hit him, only smiling as he brushed off the spell and its effects that hardly had any affect on him.

"Pathetic!" The Sith Lord raised his crooked hand and fired Force Lightning at the dark wizard, who casted a shielding charm to defend himself from the incoming attack, which proved to be very successful as the bolts never coursed through him.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort yelled.

A jet of green light flew from his wand straight at Sidious, who only deflected it with the Force, prompting Voldemort to duck before his own curse could hit him, knowing full well that he did not want a repeat of that night at the Potter's house.

"You never learn, do you?" Sidious taunted maniacally, "You tried to use that spell on someone only for it to be bounced back at you, didn't you learn a valuble lesson after the incident of that night? The lesson is... never use that curse on someone lucky."

"BOMBARDA!" Voldemort shouted, pointing his wand at the machine that his foe was connected to. BOOM! The apparatus exploded and fell apart, Sidious dropped to the ground and became limp, his lifeless eyes more lifeless than ever before.

"You've been defeated, fool!" The victorious Dark Lord bragged, "You can never defeat Lord Voldemort, you never will defeat me, as long as I am at full strength and as long as I have my Horcruxes and as long as you remain weaker than me."

Satisfied as he watched Darth Sidious' body crumble and Sidious' followers fled, Voldemort turned and left the room, not knowing that, somewhere in the shadows, someone identical to his fallen foe had awakened, complete with the spirit of the original.

Little did Voldemort know that he had underestimated his enemy again, just as he had underestimated Harry Potter and his family...

The End