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Interlude: Voldemort.

Voldemort was especially happy. Not only had that old fool, Dumbledore, thrown out the one person who could kill him, but he had discovered a necromancer. Grinning evilly a top his throne, he called over Wormtail.

"Ah Wormtail, bring me this necromancer. It seems it is our time to shake the world." He said gleefully.

Wormtail nervously nodded his head as he practically ran out of the chamber. He went into the prison cells and body-binded the man. Wormtail knew that if this man wasn't going to do this on his own free will. It was through force and brutality that they had even captured the man.

He dropped the man at his lords feet, keeping him under spell. Voldemort looked into the mans darkening eyes. Oh he knew this man was strong, there was no doubt about that; but he was stronger. He walked down from his throne and lifted the mans head with his wand.

"Ah necromancer, I have a job for you."

The mans eyes flared. The was no way that he would do anything for this.. Thing.

"You have something so say do you? Wormtail release him."

Wormtail flicked his wand and the spell canceled. It was then that the man got up and ran towards Voldemort. His power in full force as his hand went out. A dark like ball came out of his and hit Voldemort's shoulder.

"Imperio!" shouted Voldemort as the man had came face to face with him. "You will submit to me!"

He flicked his wand down as the man fell to his knees. There was nothing that he could do now. This creature was going to make him do a horrible act and he knew it. The mans will was soon taken over.

"Now, you will raise the dead from every single part of Europe. They shall be under my control. I want them to feel my terror!"

The mans eyes were glazed over as he emotionlessly said, "Yes master."

He raised his arms to the air as they lit up in a deep purple aura. The chamber shook around them. Voldemort let out a menicing laugh as the purple aura shot up through the roof. It was like a mushroom cloud of purple. Dark and haunting, some of the death eaters would describe it.

As Voldemort was entranced by the scene that was going on, he didn't notice that dark matter that was eating away at his shoulder. Slowly, it would consume his whole body and only the necromancer knew of this.

A/N: Just a short interlude about how this all happened. Hopefully this clears up some questions. Till next time, PopePatine.