Prologue

2016. Georgia, Hazelnut Street, 10937.

Let me tell you that, on this night, something happened.

Hazelnut Street has rows of brightly colored houses on it. One house is painted a cheery blue. It has hedges lining the yard and bright flowers in flower beds. The flower beds are surrounded by small, round, white rocks. The garage door is painted white and so is the trim on the house. The front door is white, and pink and red flowers blossom on the hedges around the green grassy yard.

If you walk up the pathway that leads to the front door, you will see that their porch has two mahogany rocking chairs. The chairs rock with the slight breeze that comes from the East. A welcome mat invites visitors in. It's a light brown and has black paw prints surrounding the edges with 'WELCOME' printed in big letters in the middle. It's a very inviting house, anyone would come inside and expect to be treated with kindness, and that is exactly how you would be treated. Nothing could go wrong, could it?

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It's safe to say that Voldymort is a special animal. He can be a dog, a cat and a bunny. Tonight, he would be a cat so he could get the job done.

Voldymort lives with his owners, Penelope and Bob Keeper. It was currently half past five and his owners would be going to sleep in a few hours. Today was the day. He would rise again. Voldymort had been waiting years for this moment. After being killed by that wretched Potter boy, he had been reborn. Now he would have his chance to dominate the world. He had changed his name, but just a little bit. He had only changed his name because he had to to get reborn. His upper lip twitched in disgust. The whiskers trembled, almost as if they were imagining him returning. He had hated the process of getting reborn. He flashed back to the process that had taken place when he was still human...

..."ID." a hooded figure mumbled from under his cloak. Voldemort looked him up and down. The bottom of his cloak was tattered. It looked as if souls had been woven into the fabric. Shadows fell over the guy's face. He held out a sickly looking hand. His skin was pale, blue veins clearly visible underneath his skin, the bones in his hand were visible. He grudgingly handed the guy his ID card.

"You'll need a name change." the hooded person told him.

"I'll change the E to a Y." he told him.

"Sir, that's not really-"

"That is what I'm changing my name to!" he snapped, snatching back his ID card. The letters had already changed. He nodded in satisfaction, then moved onto the next guy. The next person he saw was a short little man. Voldemort, now named Voldymort, looked down at him. He wore the robes of a royalman. Purple and gold robes were draped over his shoulders. A white button down dress shirt and brown slacks covered his body. Black dress shoes peeked out from under his slacks and wild, curly brown hair covered his head, draping over his eyes. His eyes were pure white and had a wild light in them. They shone with a dangerous light. Around his eyes was tanned skin. He had high cheekbones and a slightly pointy chin with a small cleft in it. He gave Voldymort a wild grin and and spoke.

"Hello sir! Good day to you. Do you have Obamacare? If so, you are entitled to-"

Just like the first guy, Voldymort cut him off. He didn't need any of this! All he wanted to do was get reborn, why did this have to happen?

"No, I do not have Obamacare, nor do I care about it at all!" he snarled. He would have run his fingers through his hair in exasperation, except he didn't have any hair and it would just make him look ridiculous.

"Fine then, be that way." the man responded in a snarky tone.

"Sir?" a feminine voice called from somewhere off to his right. "If you wish, you can come see me to begin the next step."

Voldymort shot one last glare at the little man and headed towards the direction he had heard the woman's voice from. He reached her and looked her up and down. She was quite tall and wore a business suit made of navy silk. Golden buttons pulled the sides of her black vest, buttoning it down the front. Long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. The ponytail was pulled through the back of her navy blue cap. Her skin was tan and her cheeks were the slightest bit pink. Her gray eyes shone in the dim light of the Underworld. Black shades were perched upon the end of her nose, her gray eyes peeking out above them.

"I take it you are requesting for rebirth?" her voice was as sweet as honey. For some reason, she made him nervous.

He swallowed. "Yes."

"What did you do in your past life?" she asked, her gray eyes judging him for every word he said.

"What kind of answer do you want?"

"An honest one."

Dang, she was good. "I terrorized Hogwarts and tried to take over the world." he told her. She had wanted an honest answer and she had gotten one. The lady nodded. "Why would you like to be reborn?" she questioned. Voldymort calculated what he would say in his head. "I would like to be reborn because I want to finish what I started." She nodded, taking him in. When she didn't reply he shifted his weight onto the other foot. Why was she taking this long? Finally she answered and said,

"Okay."

Seriously? That's all? This woman would be harder to convince than he thought. "What do you mean, ok?" he asked incredulously.

"I mean that I'm thinking."

"Well you sure do seem to do that a lot." Voldymort mumbled, looking at his feet. Why was she thinking? What did she even have to think about? He wondered. Fifteen solid seconds later she looked him in the eyes and asked,

"Did you have any enemies in your past life?"

"Yes..."

"Who?"

"Everyone."

She seemed to consider this factor. Then she sighed. "Fine." She snapped her fingers and his body disintegrated, materialising in the upper world. Something felt different. Then he realized that he was shorter. Way shorter. Wait... why did he have paws? He felt his whiskers twitch. Wait, whiskers? This could not be happening! The great Voldymort reduced to a cat.

He was shaken back into the present, shaking his head with disgust. That had been a bad time, but he would rise up. He couldn't possibly stay the disgrace he was forever, right?

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It was now ten o'clock at night. He crept down the halls. Shadows cast themselves on the walls in a scattered fashion. He unsheathed his claws and dug them into the wooden floors with every step, creating long, deep scratches in the floor. He pushed open the door to his masters bedroom. Shadows consumed any possible chance of light entering the room. He scratched words in the floor, deep scratches.

THE FINAL NIGHT IS UPON US

FEAR ME

He looked at it, satisfied with his work, then pounced lightly onto the bed. He dragged his claws along his owner's arms, blood welling up in the scratches. He tore his claws into the sheets, the fabric broke apart. His owners jumped awake, but he acted scared. They ran their fingers through his patchy, thin fur to try to soothe him.

The next morning they called the police. They left the door open when they came in. Voldymort slipped out. A policeman tried to stop him but he promptly attacked him, leaving him with scratches all over.

He stalked down the street triumphantly. His time had come. He would rise.

Like I said, on that night, something happened. 

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