Back To The Beginning By THE PEVERELL's LAIR

Chapter 22 : Battle of the Ministry

Tom Riddle listened to all the happenings that went on in the Wizengamot. He had slowly entered into the Hall at the beginning of the session, with disguise of course. He was not silly enough to walk into this place with his true form.

He watched everything unfold and he knew that he had received a solid blow. There was a reason why he insisted on the Dark Mark for all his followers. It was something more than a simple marking.

It was his calling card. Something that binds his servants to him. He can summon them, torture them, and even maybe kill them through the mark of he pleases. This in turn kept them in line. He had to act quickly.

He knew just what he had to do. He silently left the gallery and made his way to the atrium. He knew what he had to do and slashed his wand horizontally. A loud boom echoed around the building and the explosion helped him in his next step. He muttered something in a language that most wouldn't recognise and he grinned when his spell was successful.

The next moment he knew, the black cloaked figures descended into the Ministry.

He couldn't help but laugh as he dispelled his disguise. All these people who ran helter skelter to save themselves, gave him a sense of satisfaction. He knew that it would only be a matter of time before the Aurors got here and in their wake, Dumbledore and the other Wizengamot members. He was waiting to see the reaction of one Harry Potter. The boy was a very powerful enemy. He grudgingly admitted that he was nowhere near the abilities of the boy when he was the same age, but that didn't matter.

He had pushed the boundaries of magic very far and he was now inevitable. Nobody can match up to him. Not Dumbledore and certainly not Harry Potter.

He didn't bother casting any spells. He knew that the dementors would be enough to do his job for him. He watched as Harry Potter arrived into the atrium. He summoned a few weaklings out of the Dementors range and pushed them behind him.

Tom sneered. He still didn't understand why people like Dumbledore and Potter do all these things like helping those weaklings. They were extremely powerful men. Why they did this, he never knew. But for him, helping someone was a sign of weakness. He cannot give into such weakness. It was him and only him that mattered. He had no obligation to display such disgusting emotions.

He watched curiously as the boy performed a spell. Tom was taken aback when he saw the powerful glow of his eyes. His eyes still unnerved him for some reason. They were not supposed to do something like that.

He then watched in fascination and a slight amount of awe as he bore witness to a spectacular feat of magic that he had never seen before. The boy managed to kill the Dementors. He reeled back in shock. Who was this guy?

What is he truly capable of and for the record, where did he even come across something that would kill off dementors of all things?

His respect for his enemy went up a notch.

"If only you weren't naive and foolish enough to restrict yourself to such disgusting emotions, we would have been great friends, Lord Peverell." He whispered.

He waited till the white glow cleared and he watched as the boy collapsed on to his knees. He began spouting blood and Tom could clearly make out the signs of magical exhaustion. Now was his time.

"Hello Harry." Tom muttered as he sent a spell towards the boy.

"Long time, Harry. Long time."