5 Voldemort

4 Privet Drive, Surrey

Red eyes shone in a dark corner of Harry's mind. After years of biding his time. Voldemort sensed an opportunity to strike. His lipless mouth curved into something like a smile.

Unknown to most, Voldemort was never truely defeated on that fateful Hallowe'en. Few suspected it , even fewer acted on it. Voldemort was not just any other wizard. He was feared as the greatest Dark sorcerer of all time for a reason after all. Though most among wizarding world, where more than happy to believe he was defeated by a baby of all people. Such was their desperation aganist the decade long unstoppable crusade of the Dark Lord.

The Dark Lord bid his time as his enemies celebrated and his followers disbanded into the shadows.

Voldemort knew he had pushed the boundaries of magic further, perhaps, further than any have ever been pushed. He went further than anybody along the path that lead to immortality. He conquered death.His many experiments bore fruition.

Yet he was a ruin now. Bodiless and bound to his prophesied enemy. He was powerless once again in his life. He sensed suffering countless indignities from muggles again. He was beyond livid as he felt the slights, though he was cunning enough not to give them their comeuppance…..yet.