Chapter 1 The ressurection

The darkness seemed to choke him. The one seventh of his soul, his depleted sanity seemed to shiver. But at the same time, he challenged the blackness; who dares challenge Lord Voldemort? A wave of flames burst through the nothing. Voldemort tried to put a hand to shield himself from the flames, but the fire passed through him like a ghost; not even hurting him as it passed. He looked at his arm expecting it to be singed. But he couldn't even the smell of smoke.

As Voldemort continued to examine his arm, he didn't noticed the blackness around him melted, the veil revealing what Voldemort remembered as Hogwarts Great Hall. But as he stared at his hand he saw in the corner of his eye the marble floor and looked around his surroundings. Was he still alive?

"No I can't be." Thought Voldemort. He looked around the room and saw that the hall was short of furniture except for the headmaster's chair, which stood in the room like a throne. But as Voldemort's eyes stared at it, gray fumes began to come out of it. Smoke! As Voldemort stared in horror, the chair began to erupt into flames. He took steps back but already the flames began to spread across the room, burning the walls and floor that in real life shouldn't have been flammable. But the flames didn't provide heat.A humanoid figured glowed bright orange and red in the head master's chair. The figure was sitting in the chair like a king of his own castle. Then all the the uncontrollable flames that spread all across the room began to shoot at the figure. The was the sound of lightning striking, and a blinding light. Voldemort was sent flying backwards across the room. He landed painfully on his back. As he got up he saw a familiar young man walking towards him. It was himself before he maniuplated his soul and appearence. It was Tom Riddle.

Yet Voldemort could tell this creature was not human. Smoke came out of his nostrils and his eyes were white. He smiled. The action made him look sinister and less human than before. Even though it was he who had unlocked the deepest laws of magic in his world; for the first time in his life, Voldemort feared for his life. If he were to fight this creature, he would be beaten without a doubt. Lord Voldemort was finally outmatched. No human could ever come close.

"That's right Tom riddle. But however I am not a human." The creature said. "I'm the possessor of flames. I am the fire demon. My name is Charak." He waved his hand over his face. It ignited. Voldemort shrieked. However the flames died down, and his face shown no signs of damage from the flames. "I feel your pain. To be thwarted by a child-"

"I don't think I need you reminding me of that." Voldemort sneered. But after the last words escaped his mouth, he regretted saying them. The smile on Charak's face was slapped away. His eyes widened a little. He looked demented. He inhaled deeply and exhaled flames. Voldemort screamed and threw himself to the left. He looked back at Charak to see Charak's hair began to ignite.

"Who dares fight me? Who dares challenge me? Tom riddle with your pitiful three eighths of a soul." Charak sneered. "You claim that you know the secrets of the deepest magic in your world. But how do I know more than you do and its not even my WORLD?!?" He exhaled fire again. " Do you not realize that a horcrux used for a living being is the best way to conceal your soul. The snake, Harry Potter... the pieces of soul you locked into them are intacted. And that goes for any time you confide yourself a piece of your soul into a living being. But I can damn the rest of your soul to hell and you would wish you had no soul LEFT!"

Then to Lord Voldemort's disgust, he found himself at the feet of Charak pleading with him. Charak scowled. "I do not want your apology. If I didn't need or want you to live or die I would kill you right now. But nevertheless I do." Charak kicked Voldemort off his leg."Listen closely because I will not repeat myself. I know your troubles. I know about you splitting your soul seven times to stay away from the afterlife. Trust me you are smart because you have done some pretty unforgivable things in your life haven't you. But you have been robbed of your moment of terror and life. Because of a child who pulled the string and hid behind of bigger and more powerful men. Well I am in that same position by a bastard who took my life because of some strings pulled. We should have dominated. We should have ruled. But we didn't. Which brings us here."

"However I told you, you are not dead. You still have a life. Call this." Charak chuckled. "-A near death experience. But I know I am slain. But together we can rule the world yours and mine. I would help aid you in your moment of terror. And I will start what I left off in my world. To bring hell into the world."

Charak extend his hand for Voldemort to raise it. But Voldemort only looked at it. Because deep in his mind, his sanity and good in his heart stopped him, and he couldn't shake his hand. Charak began to grow angry because of the hesitation.

"You think remorse will do anything now? It will not except for to anger me more. You never were the person to give mercy." Charak laughed.

Silently Voldemort nodded and grabbed Charak's hand. They shook. Charak laughed again. "My being will be in your body. My voice will be like a concious to you, not that you ever had one. Hehe. However you must listen and obey this voice. If not,-" Charak smiled again. It made him look like the demon he was. "You will live to regret it. Remember I have power over the body, too." A brilliant white light flash in front of his eyes, blinding him.

As voldemort awoke, he found himself on the lakebed of the lake, close to where the Hogwarts Castle was. Vegitation wrapped around him, trying to eat his dead of his wands were no where in sight. Voldemort began to panic, but Charak hushed his thoughts. Why panic? he said. The left palm of his hand began to glow orange. TThe vines the secured him to the ground began to glow orange, too, and in a few seconds, became as strong as twigs. He snapped them and stood up, brushing the vegitation off of his clothes. You have an army don't you? Voldemort nodded as if Charak was a being outside of his body. He raised the sleeve on his left shoulder and saw a tatoo of a skull with a snake for a tounge. He pressed a finger on it and it began to burn white hot. Deep inside his head, Charak laughed. You will know greater heat than this petty magic.

Lord Voldemort has risen.