Darkness, that's all Micheal could say about the world that surrounded him. It was like space, he floated there in the void not seeing not hear just black. As he floated there in nothingness not knowing if his eyes are open or closed, he recalled his past life, he remember everything the car that took his life but he felt no regret. He didn't feel like his life ment anything. He felt good for the last thing he did in his life he gave up his own for another to live on. As he became more reminiscent his eyes became blank, no one would morn him, no one would care for his death, no one would miss him. His death ment nothing to anyone. As he stopped to think he wondered what was next for him. As he later in the nothingness he wondered what he was here for what his porpoise was. As this though crossed his mind he saw a small green globe in the distance. It feemed to be right in front of him yet just out of reach. The wispers seemed loud yet he couldn't make out the words. Micheal reached out curiously and his hand seemed to barely graze the orbe when the light seemed to grow ten fold. As his eyes filled with green light the wispers seemed to intensify, his ears began to ring and his mind filled with flashes and fragments of memory's. He was 5 hanging a rabbit from the chandeliers of an orphanage. He was 16 standing before a girl laying dead on the cold hard floor of a bathroom. He was 11 and an old elderly man stood before him and behind him lay a wardrobe witch seemed to rattle and burst into flames. As these memory's continued his thoughts came back to him and he was standing. He was actually standing, he felt his body, leen and tall with long slender fingers as pale as chalk and looking down he was naked! This though quickly made him uncomfortable but as soon as this thought crossed his mind a thin black robe wrapped around him covering him from head to toe. The only thing that he could think was confusion. He had no clue what was going on. The air was cold and windy as it brushed past his smooth bald head. He looked around for the first time in the 30 seconds he had been alive and noticed a hooded man holding a stump of an arm and cowering on the ground whimpering softly with his head bowed. He was standing in what he could only describe as a large black cauldron. As he continued to look at his surroundings he saw large dark gray gravestones rittled with cracks and cobwebs. To the right the was a large statue where a young boy who looked to be about 14 years of age and was bound tightly to the statue with ropes and a large anaconda that rapped around the bottom of the statue with the with of a leg and looked to be about 15 feet long. This made chills run down his spine and as he investigated the boy he noticed led his jet black hair, bright green eyes, and a jagged line that looked like a lightning bolt plastered on his forehead. This seemed to ring alarm bells in his mind as memories that weren't his own filled his thoughts. He was Voldemort. He knew that he was a dark lord. With the thoughts of what the past dark lord had don't he shuttered. Tom Riddle was a very evil man and it was a stretch go even call him a man. The amount of dead and rituals that had undergone this man, well there were to many to count. As he realized the implications of his memory's, theory's started to set in his mind. So he was dead and then was alive again. He remembered reading the Harry Potter books as a kid and being captivated by the idea of magic. He was a transmigrator, and was in Voldemort's body?! Anyways he got his thoughts strait, Harry should be in his 4th year and he must have taken over Voldemorts when he was ment to be revived after the tri wizard tournament. As he gathered his thoughts he calmed his emotions of utter shock and excitement and cleared his throat. He spoke in a high cold voice. "Wormtail, my wand." As these words left his throat the man who looked like he was about to faint crawled towards the dark lords feet and kissed the bottom of his robes before handing over a thin white looking stick with engravings covering the wand. It seemed to be about 13 inches and as it toached his fingers which was almost as pale as the wand, a pulse of magic radiated from the tip and he felt the emotion of the wand as it thrummed and realized the joy of reuniting with it long lost master and its willingness to serve. He held it calmly as he looked over at the young boy rittled with fear. He walked over taking his first steps in his new body and gave the boy a curious look. This was the boy profisised to defete the dark lord, the equal to Dumbledoor and know for his mastery in the dark arts. He got a small smile on his face and asked a question to the boy who lived, "Well Harry you can see I have returned but I will ask you a very important question, would you be interested in joining me?"
