A/N: Howdy all, I know it's been a little while but my mind has been dulled by work and the depression it causes – nothing more brain killing than walking around a giant fridge while worrying that you're gonna be made redundant…on the bright side I'd be able to write more though.

Oh yeah! I still don't own Harry Potter, but this idea sure as hell is my own spin on it. I wanna play in JK's playground too, so she has to share.

I hope you all enjoy.

Something Wicked This Way Comes

Darkness…

That was all the being known as Voldemort knew, his brief experience in the warm presence of light being too fleeting to truly make an impression on his mind. The day Dumbledore showed him the truth behind the confusing circumstances, he descended further into the depths of evil and despair.

For a foolish moment, for one small moment, he'd allowed his childish mind to hope that life would be better now. That someone, anyone from this exciting world, would want him – would be willing to allow him into their home and family, raising him in their ways and teaching him how to control the one of the things he was so desperately scared of.

Alas, it was not to happen and so he stayed at the orphanage, screaming curses at the world of magic as it failed to protect him from the people with their accusations and harmful actions.

And so, those failings to protect one of their kind had led to their doom…

A child's promise to make themselves so strong that they cannot be harmed anymore, twisted into something so volatile and warped that the people trembled and quivered in fear. A force so strong that it split families in two, tore apart bystander's lives and rumbled throughout the world's magical communities.

A force so malevolent, that it killed two young magicals – both so desperate to protect their child – and was preparing to finish off the final branch of their family.

The Potter family had been around for centuries, spanning so far back that they were rumoured to know Death personally. As he stared into the green eyes of the babe sat before him, who didn't even make a peep, despite the destruction and chaos that had happened in it's nursery, Voldemort couldn't help but feel a slight pang of regret for what he about to do.

He, who had wiped out families through his quest for immortality and power, feeling remorse before his first act of infanticide.

'A new experience' he murmured, as he raised his wand to the child's face 'one that shall be listed in my quest to remain above all. At least child, you shall not suffer what I have, for the world is not kind to us when we're on our own. Nay, they would rather leave us to burn in the muggles pyres and wither away, nought but memories to be removed from their presence.'

He could have sworn the child gave a look of understanding, still lacking a form of noise to show it's unhappiness at what surely would fuelled nightmares to come. His feeling of uneasiness increased, until he could stand it no more and bellowed angrily.

'Avada Kedavra!'

There was a flash, the very ground shook – books fell off the shelves, the door splintered into a web of cracks…

Most strangely, the child did not drop dead, instead it maintained eye contact, as though saying I see you. For the first time in several years Voldemort felt fear, felt despair at what his actions had become and he wept.

The tears never made it from the corners of his eyes, the green light of spell forcing it's way back through his wand and striking his hand.

Yet Voldemort was stubborn, refusing to bow down to his true enemy, opening a link to one of his Horcruxes – intent on taking that part of his soul into his body.

It was quite possibly the worst mistake he could have.

A foreign presence latched onto his magic, following the soul that was travelling through his link and absorbed it completely.

In the last few seconds that Voldemort's mind could work, he realised that the mere babe wasn't simply following a load of old bullshit – it truly was a child his equal.

And it had the power to bring about his annihilation.