I. a m. b a c k. ✔️ (Complete)

"I am back"

Dudley Dursley floated on his obnoxious purple lilo, sipping a cup of orange juice as he watched his "freak" of a cousin set up their picnic. His holiday at the Round Valley Reservoir was going excellent, and he couldn't wait to tell his gang about his new tan. He sighed contentedly as he laid back, placing his juice on a drink holder at the side.

Ahh, life was good.

Suddenly, his lilo shook, and he frowned. As he readied himself to shout at whatever was shaking his lilo, it capsized over and he came face to face with....nothing. He sighed and went back to trying to get back on his lilo. Stupid kids, disturbing his rest. He would show them! But then..something unseen, with spindly claws for fingers that were distinctly not human, grasped his foot, and pulled.

A bubble enveloped his head as wraith-like black, shadowed claws grasped his feet and pulled him to the depths of the lake, lower and lower, passing morbid skeletons frozen in macabre poses that had the ghosts of their last horror struck expressions. He kicked and struggled, screaming to be free as he was dragged down, down, into the bottom of the seemingly endless lake. He struggled for breath as he glimpsed a look at the creature, and its malevolent red eyes glared back at him amidst a cloudy mass of black ink that formed a crude body.

The creature hissed, - the sound deep, low and inhuman at him. Strangely though, he understood.

"Tell them, boy, that Lord Voldemort, the Dark Lord is back."

The last thing that he felt was a searing, agonising pain in his forearm as he screamed and thrashed against the hand gripping him. Something heavy and wooden was pressed against it as the creature laughed darkly.

The world went black.

Moments later, he was confronted by the horror-filled face of his mother, a sickly pallor to it, and a similar sight in his father's face. He frowned.

"Ma, what's happened? Why do you look like that?"

His mother only pointed at his forearm with one shaking hand.

"He-he's back."

Dudley had a nagging suspicion that it had something to do with the black, spindly wraith like creature.

"Who's back?"

His mother shivered violently as if she was a tree in a raging storm.

"T-th-he D-dark L-Lord... Voldemort.."

Dudley paled, remembering the hissing, spitting words of the creature as he looked down at his forearm that his shaking mother was still pointing at.

A moving skull and snake tattoo was emblazoned on the angry red flesh of Dudley's arm, along with crude, scarring blood-red words that seemed to be carved and burned into his flesh.

"I am back."