Riddle me this.

Tom Marvollo Riddle, or publicly known as Lord Voldemort is wonder if he got his mind at the right place. Voldemort has spent the last few years as nothing more than a ghost, not a living being, but not quite died. Until he met Quirell, who get him in Hogwarts. Voldemort has planned to use the Philosopher stone that Dumbledore keep in Hogwarts to help him regain a body. But, he got something better.

His horcrux. The Gaunt Ring had keep half of his younger soul inside it. When the Ring is returned to him, he feel this unexplained feeling to reabsorb the soul. So he did. The pain is unbearable. The result is unexpected.

Not only he got his old, but younger body back, he got his mind clearer than ever. He spent the time after his horcrux re-absord-tion to set his mind straight. He look back at what he has done before, after he make his horcruxes.

Voldemort get to the point that maybe, his horcruxes is affecting his mind in a negative way, making his slightly lost his focus. A little bit insane. It is not that he's a friendly person before, but he is not someone that can throw 'avada kedavra' easily either. He has standard darn it.

He's defenitely lost on what he is considered important before. He lost track on what he should be doing. He had plan for the Wizarding World. Big plan. But, he end up as nothing more than a Villain.

He will, no, he should use this second chance to make better Wizarding World. He just at lost on how to. The Dark Lord Voldemort is not someone that can freely take part in the Wizengamot. He need to find other means.

He played the letter in his hand. It is said, 'Will come to see you at your convinient. H.'

"The kids is here, My Lord." Quirell bowed to the man that seat in the chair in front of the fireplace.

Two kids followed behind him. A girl and a boy with brunette hair. The girl gray eyes sparkled when Voldemort look into her. There is smile in that eyes. And something familiar.

Voldemort startled for a moment.

Iris smile, "Mr.Voldemort."

Harry glanced between the two of them. Quirell has long gone, closing the door behind him. "Have you absorb it?" Harry asked.

Voldemort look at Harry, "Potter. Are you the one who give me my ring?"

"Yep." Harry look proud over it.

"As a token of affection?" Voldemort raised one of his newly resurrect eyebrow.

"What? No. Why would I...?" Harry look at Iris, feeling helpless, "What did you write?"

"Just making things better between the two of you." Iris said with a smile. She's the one who put the scrap of parchment on Quirell's table last time.

"He killed my parents." Harry said, giving Voldemort a glare

"And you make me lose my body." Voldemort glare back at Harry.

"And I am trying to mend relationship between the two of you." Iris said, clapping her hands, attract their attention in the process. "We are going to work together for the better future of the Wizarding World."

"Who make you the boss?" Harry grumble.

Voldemort nodded to Iris, "Enlighten me."

"The Wizarding world is declined." Iris started, "The Old blood started to die down. The muggleborn is needed to make sure that the Magic will still flow in our blood. Problem is, only a few muggleborn remain in our world. We need to change the Wizarding world."

Voldemort said. "What is exactly the point of this?"

"Muggle will learn of our existence." Harry said, "They will try to hunt us down."

Voldemort looked disturbed, "How did you know that?"

Harry shrugged, "Bound to happen. What, with muggleborn leaving our world to go back at the Muggle world."

"You need a new identity." Iris look at Voldemort, "And we will give you just the right one."

"Why should I listen two kids like you?" Voldemort asked, folding his hands in front of his chest.

Iris patted her trousers pocket, she pulled out thing that is bigger than the size of her pocket. A diadem. "Peace offering?" she asked.

"One is curious," Voldemort eyes are cold, "How did you know about them?"

"Know thy enemy." Harry said.

Voldemort look like he want to blast Harry off. Iris wriggling her fingers and the diadem fly to Voldemort hands.

"We don't have much time." Iris said while Harry a very stern look.

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