(Alternate)
He was sleeping relatively peacefully, lying spread-eagled on the dining room floor of the empty mansion. He jerked awake, sitting bolt upright; he glanced around to get his bearing. Tom Riddle staggered to his feet, tripping in his haste over the long gray robe he wore. He rubbed his tired red, snakelike eyes and walked over to his desk, turning over random papers on his desk.
Yes, there it was! A small pink sheet of paper labeled 'Ministry Infiltrating Hours'
10:00-10:03am and 8:15-8:19pm, perfect, it was 8:14 now.
He dissapparated, reappearing in the Ministry's front lobby though he wasn't entirely sure that was possible. Ignoring that thought he set off for the Department of Mysteries, more specifically the hall that contained the remaining Time-Turners.
A few minutes later found the Dark Lord examining each Time-Turner, deciding which to use being more difficult than he'd originally planned. He selected a tiny, golden hourglass off the shelf and turned it a few dozen times.
He reappeared on a little street at night time and walked quickly up a narrow lane to a small white house invisible to muggles. He opened the unlocked door and strode in; silently blasting James Potter out of the way before he'd even rounded the corner. He continued up the stairs and cornered Lily in the baby's bedroom. He repeated what he'd said the last time and again Lily refused and died for the child. It didn't matter. Voldemort stepped over the woman's body and walked to the crib where the oblivious child sat drooling and smiling at him. Voldemort raised his weapon and fired. The bullet was reflected a few centimeters away from the child's head and rebounded back at the Dark Lord.
"Dammit!"