The shimmering gate to the farplane sparkled in front of the man in dark robes. He raised his hands and the golden screen covering the gates turned blood red. It seemed to pull apart like curtains. A dark shadow emerged from it. It dropped to its knees weakly. It was a man with spiky blue hair wearing long blue robes. He stumbled to his feet, rubbing his forehead in pain.

"Welcome back to the world of the living," The man in dark robes sneered, "Lord Seymour."

"Who are you?" Seymour snarled.

"My name is Lord Voldemort. I have brought you back, and you will now serve me!"

"What makes you think I would ever serve you?" Seymour chuckled.

"I know that you wish revenge on Lady Yuna and her guardians."

"Keep talking."

"I have brought you back, because I also carry hatred for her and her weak protectors. But especially for a certain boy by the name of Tidus who has returned from the dead."

"The son of Jecht." Seymour snarled, "It was thanks to him I was ever sent!"

"I'll make you a deal. You help me capture Yuna and steal her life force, and I give you vengeance on Tidus."

"Fine. It's a deal then."

"But you must do one more thing for me. There is a boy named Harry Potter who has become one of her guardians as well. I want you to kill him for me!"