Chapter 2:
EIGHT YEARS LATER
He was in his room, pacing up and down, unruly black hair blowing about due to an unseen wind. His emerald orbs gazed out the open window, onto the empty cemetery grounds of Little Hangleton's Riddle Manor. He was quite nervous. Today was the day his father returned. And he would be the one to bring him back.
Calm down, Kage, you are far too tense, love. A voice called through his mind. He smiled in reassurance, it was his girlfriend, his soul mate.
I am calm Kaya. I am just anxious for Father's return. he told her, hoping to pacify her. It apparently didn't work, as she began scolding him.
Oi, Rowan, I'm nervous enough! he finally declared, ending her endless lecture.
Sorry Raiden. she apologized, her sympathy and concern comforting him, I just miss you. I haven't seen you since Paris, last year. Everyone has been a wreck without you, Fate. They can't go on without you, you are their leader, and they are your friends. Cassidy is miserable, even with Chris to comfort her. She misses her cousin.
The boy who was once Harry Potter, sat down on the soft duvet of his bed. He went by many names since he ran away, but those who were closest to him, knew his true identity. They also knew, that the Potter family was hunting him, endlessly. And together, they ran from them.
I know. I miss them too. Please tell them I will be there as soon as fate permits. I am responsible for my father's rebirth. Tonight is when it will happen, Destiny, tonight I will finally see him. He eagerly told his girlfriend.
He had two fathers. His birth father, whom he knew was feeling remorse over everything he had done (unlike his birth mother), and then there was his adoptive father: Tom Marvolo Riddle.
Now, you must be thinking, how can a spirit adopt a teenager. Well, that is the scene we are about to witness: the blood adoption of one Harry J. Potter, and the rebirth of the Dark Lord Voldemort, using the blood of his defeater, the aforementioned boy.
A voice entered the back of his mind. He located it around his lightning-bolt scar, and he knew who was contacting him. He smirked.
Hello, my Little Serpent, are you ready? the voice asked. He identified it as his father's voice. The Dark Lord Voldemort.
Yes, Father. Simply nervous. he responded in perfect honesty. He had long since learned not to mislead or lie to the man. It would not bode well.
The Dark Lord chuckled, picking up the last thought.
Do not worry, my little one, you will do fine. he told Raiden. Raiden nodded wordlessly, and head down to the ritual room.
In the center of the room, there was a cauldron. The rudimentary form of the Dark Lord was already in the boiling cauldron, it was up to Raiden to finish the rest. He began chanting in Latin, standing over the cauldron, praying for the best. He paused in his chanting, and withdrew an emerald encrusted dagger: Slytherin's dagger, and a gift from his father. He made a shallow cut on his left wrist, allowing the blood to fall, letting precisely thirteen drops fall. It was Halloween that day, thirteen years since the Dark Lord fell. He continued, not bothering to heal his wound, in Celtic. The cauldron began to glow, it was so strong it nearly blinded him, and he raised a hand to cover his eyes. A hand encircled his wrist and stopped him.
He looked up and nearly gasped. Towering a foot and a half taller than him, fully cloaked in black, with crimson eyes locked on his emerald ones, and their matching raven tresses which were blowing in the wind. The pale, yet firm hand had encircled his wrist, stopping his motion, and drew his gaze upwards. Only few words could describe what happened that moment.
Lord Voldemort had risen again.
*REBEL RULES*
Raiden stared at the man in front of him, and said man smirked, still holding his wounded wrist.
"Hello Raiden." the Dark Lord said, watching Raiden's expression carefully.
"Father?" he asked, rather quietly, in disbelief.
And in a show of emotions, almost never shown by Dark Lords, the newly resurrected Dark Lord pulled his adopted son into a hug. He held the boy close, as it was his son. He stepped back, holding his son in front of him, studying him. The family resemblance was quite clear, but not noticeable enough so that someone could point them out when they were not standing side-by-side.
"You have changed much since I saw you last, my child." the Dark Lord said, studying his son with a thoughtful expression. "But my last visit wasn't the best one, was it?" he admitted, watching the boy in front of him tense at the mention of Halloween night, thirteen years ago.
Raiden felt pressure on his Occlumency shield, and immediately strengthened them. The Dark Lord chuckled. He held Raiden's newly healed wrist (he had healed it while studying Raiden) in his hand, and he asked for his wand. Raiden pulled it out of his cloak, and handed it to his father carefully. Tom [AN: I'm not calling him Voldemort when he's with his son(already explained, if you can't remember, go back and read it again) only around his enemies.] pressed his want to the center of the artery there, and Raiden could feel the magic pulse around them.
"I, Tom Marvolo Riddle, take this boy, already of my decent(1), and seek to make him my son and heir. May blood and magic respond to my call, so mote it be." he declared. A blinding flash of white light engulfed them both, and stayed longer for Raiden, rendering the younger wizard unconscious. With a second flash of light, this time purple in color, Magic declared Harry Potter, or now Raiden Riddle, as the Prince of Darkness, the Dark Heir of Lord Voldemort.
(AN: This seems like a good place to end it, but I owe you guys for the late update, so…on with the story!)
*REBEL RULES*
When Raiden regained consciousness, he was aware of a presence next to him. He blinked awake, and immediately saw his father standing over him, running a hand through his hair.
"Dad?" he muttered sleepily. Tom's crimson eyes snapped to his son's emerald ones. He took in his confused expression, one normally never seen behind his Occlumency mask.
"You gave your friends quite the scare, Little Raven." he murmured quietly, running a hand through Raiden's raven locks. "Cassidy couldn't wait to hear from you, she came while you were unconscious." he informed the sleepy child.
"She's here?" he asked, as excited and incredulous as possible when he was thouroughly drained from the ritual. He loved his cousin. Anna-Marie was loved by her father and mother, but Sirius (who was also Harry's godfather), knew that Dumbledore, or as Harry called him, 'Dumb-as-a-Door', would try to get him to sacrifice her for the self-absorbed Daniel Potter. It was a hard decision, but Sirius knew he would see his daughter again, and trusted Harry to take care of her.
The Dark Lord chuckled at his expression. It was sleepy and tired, but excited and surprised at the same time.
"Sleep, Little One, she will see you in the morning." he told his son. Without much effort, Raiden was plunged into the realm of sleep.
ANNA'S POV
She knocked on the door quietly, and waited to hear the 'Come in' before walking in. When she did, she entered silently and sat down next to the Dark Lord, who was sitting at Raiden's bedside.
"Uncle Tom?" she asked softly. He turned to her, amusement in his eyes.
"Yes Cassidy?" he responded.
"How did everything go? Is Raiden going to be alright?" she asked with concern in her eyes. The Dark Lord smiled at her.
"Everything went perfectly, and Raiden will be better than ever when the sleepiness from the ritual wears off." he answered her questions honestly. She sighed in relief.
"What is the matter, little Firefly?" he asked. She turned to him, worry un-masked on her face.
"Uncle Tom, the Light found our hideout. They know who we are, and they know we play neutral grounds. They are requiring our services to defend Hogwarts, and they are…they are giving us back to our families." she said, some tears coming through. She knew what her father did, to avoid hurting her, and she loved him for that. They had been able to visit him a few times, but not many.
"They already have Chris, Maya, and Michael. I managed to get away just in time. They will charge us otherwise, they will warrant our arrest for Azkaban. Can you help us, Uncle Tom?" she asked, her eyes pleading.
She could feel his rage at the old Headmaster, the Leader of the Light. She could understand. Raiden was his son through magic and blood, but not by law. He also belonged to the Potters, by magic, by blood, and by law. It would be where Dubles would place the most powerful person on the planet. In the hell he called home.
This would be one hell of an adventure.
END POV
Well, there you have it. Chapter two is finally done. It is a bit of an interlude kinda thing, but it will be necessary for the reader to know what the next chapters mean. Kinda like if you've never heard of Harry Potter (GASP!) and you read the Half-Blood Prince, you are going to be beyond lost. Anyway, next time I don't update in two-three weeks, NAG ME!
Cheers!
Emeralds