Aftermath of the incident

St. Mathias Hospital, Italy

Tom Marvolo Riddle sat in his bed reading Oliver Twist. He always liked this book even after the incident that rent his soul. Now however thanks to the magical explosion, every soul that was in each horcrux was released and they all came together to form Tom Riddle. He wouldn't have had a body if it weren't for the last of the remains of Harry potter. The magic released in the explosion destroyed everything but a bit of Harry Potter went awry and hit the soul that was Tom. It formed a body for Tom like he had when he was 16.

Tom Riddle lay in his bed wondering about many things. He had been a tool to keep his evil counterpart on this earth. He hated being used as a tool for immortality. He looked at his stub of a leg. The reason he didn't have a leg was because of the destroyed piece of soul that Harry killed in his 2nd year. He thought about a lot of things but one thing was sure. He had to get to Dumbledore.

He would have to tell Dumbledore everything. He couldn't let Dumbledore be ignorant of the fact that now two psychopaths were running rampant and another was on his way. The two psychopaths were Elisabeth Drake and Voldemort himself. The third one was Harry Potter who would return after seven months. He needed to get to Dumbledore

Hogwarts Castle, Scotland

Dumbledore and the professors were sorting through the wreckage of Dumbledore's office. "What does this mean, Albus" Minerva asked.

"Each of the explosions was because of a block being removed. Those blocks were placed on Harry Potter. If all seven blew up than that means Harry Potter is dead." Dumbledore said sadly.

"What" Snape said angrily? "What do you mean he's dead?"

"Dead, as in gone." Dumbledore said on the verge of tears.

"NO" McGonagall cried out in sorrow. Snape himself looked to be sick, but Dumbledore was sobbing openly. Not at the boy's death but the ruins of his plan. His beautiful plan went up in smoke with the death of the boy.

Dumbledore snuffled his nose and stopped crying. He got to his feet. He was sullen and sad. Suddenly all three of them heard a noise behind Dumbledore. Dumbledore and the two professors turned around to find a single puff of smoke coming from under the rubble. Dumbledore went for it like a greedy kid goes after a new toy. He sifted through the wreckage until he found it, a new silver instrument spitting out 7 pieces of smoke. Eventually the seven pieces came together to form a golden serpent.

Dumbledore stepped back in view of this wondrous spectacle. "What does that mean Albus." McGonagall asked.

"We have a new hope of defeating Voldemort, and his name is Tom Riddle."

"Severus, inform Voldemort of Mr. Potter's death." Dumbledore said smiling.

"As you wish, Headmaster." Snape said leaving.

Riddle House, Little Hangleton, England

Voldemort had got over his pain spell, but now wanted to know what caused it. All the Death Eaters didn't know and were anxious. Voldemort kept wondering what it could be or mean. Suddenly the Dark Lord was forced out of his revelry by Snape barging in the door.

"Ah, Severus, what do you have for me?" Voldemort said.

"I know what caused your pain, My Lord." Snape said timidly.

"Why do I feel this is going to be bad news?" Voldemort said.

"It is both good news and bad news my lord." Snape said.

"Pray, do tell." Voldemort said sneering.

Snape took a deep breath. "Harry Potter is dead, My Lord."

Voldemort leapt out of his seat. "What!?, what do you mean he's dead." Voldemort said.

"Quirrell apparently wanted his own revenge against Potter. In all respect My Lord he did what you failed to do, and you faced Potter 3 times already. Quirrell killed the boy, my lord." Snape said.

"Quirrel killed Potter. HE ROBBED ME OF MY RIGHT TO KILL POTTER, I'LL KILL HIM." Voldemort said angrily.

"Quirrell didn't kill Potter, I did." Came a voice from behind them. Voldemort, Bellatrix, and Snape all turned around to behold a blond headed girl holding the unconscious form of Peter Pettigrew.

"You killed Potter, than you die, Avada Kedavra" Voldemort said casting the killing curse. The girl dodged the killing curse and dragged Pettigrew with her.

"Ah, don't you at least want to know my name." The girl said smiling.

"Fine, who are you." Voldemort said still pointing his wand at the girl.

"My name is Elisabeth Drake, Voldie." Elisabeth said smiling at Voldemort. "And you have something that belongs to me." Elisabeth said.

"What's that child?" Voldemort said.

"Pettigrew." She said. "I'm kidnapping him just like I had Quirrell do to Harry."

"And what possessed you to believe that you would get away with capturing my death eater." Voldemort said.

"I simply didn't think you would be stupid enough to challenge me." Elisabeth said pulling out her own wand.

"You though wrong." Voldemort said.

"Expeliarmus." Elisabeth cried.

"Avada Kedavra." Voldemort cried.

The two spells collided in midair and connected with one another spinning a web of magic around Elisabeth and Voldemort. Voldemort dropped his wand out of shock and his spell died. Elisabeth lowered her wand and her spell died also. Voldemort found his voice. "That's Potter's wand."

"Yep, and this is for all the people you killed." Elisabeth said pulling out her real wand. She raised it and Voldemort dived for his wand. "Avada Kedavra." Elisabeth said.

The green jet of light soared through the air and hit Voldemort in his chest. Voldemort flew back and hit the wall of the room. He sank to the bottom and lay still.

Elisabeth smiled and turned her wand on Bellatrix and Snape. She raised it a third time, but something stopped her from performing the deadly curse, a groan. Elisabeth ruined around to see the Dark Lord rising from the floor. He looked dazed and disoriented. Elisabeth took one look at Voldemort rising and made a break for it. She barely missed a stunner shot by Bellatrix.

Elisabeth ran to Wormtail and hoisted him on her shoulders. She then ran outside the house to the portkey that was waiting for them. She ran to the portkey and touched it. She felt a hook yank her around her navel and she was suddenly deposited with Wormtail back in the boat beside Quirrell and the House Elves.

"Well, that was easy, only one problem, the bloody basterd is still alive. I hit him with an AK and he's still alive. Bad luck for me and Bad luck for you." We've got to go." Quirrell and the House Elves started rowing. "The good news is I left Voldie a little present." Elisabeth said. She was left to her thoughts. If Voldemort wasn't dead by January, Harry would come back thanks to Voldemort having Harry's blood. What went wrong with her AK?

Voldemort now was looking over Harry's wand. "Malfoy, forget about Olivander, we don't need him anymore, just let him keep making wands. I have what I wanted to get. Unfortunately what I really wanted was to kill Potter, but someone has already done that. If I ever get my hands on that bitch I'll kill her."

The reason Voldemort didn't die was that now he has a counterpart that has the very same blood he does so He can't be killed while he's in that body. Elisabeth will have to kill Tom Riddle then kill Voldemort, or Harry will come back. Review please and tell me what you think of this story so far.