Note: This is the Part one of the story We Met Again written by Rachael and Melissa. This story is the official sequel to the story We Met in Hogwarts. We strongly recommend that readers read the original first, but it's not entirely necessary. Please make sure to visit our site at .

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Prologue: The Beginning of Evil

Deep in the heart of England is a world like no other. A world unknown to people like you and I. A world filled with magic and wonder, amazement and splendour. It is filled with things that ordinary people would only dream to be a part of. A world of witches and wizards and creatures and plants that you could never see; a place where people like you and I could never be accepted. We, non-magic folk, are known as Muggles. This place has no particular name, nor particular location. In fact it is all around us, but we would never notice.

Then there is an institution, where all young wizards and witches are trained to learn magical studies and learn about their world. This place is called Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Of course, you may know by now that this is no ordinary school. It was created over a thousand years ago by four of the greatest of magic folk of Britain, and these four became the cornerstones of wizarding history beyond imagining. Tales a many have been told about this school of wonder, and only ones such as they would ever know about it.

Then we come to speak of one of the most infamous of them all. The story of an evil and impious wizard, full of hatred; his name was Tom Marvolo Riddle. But of course, no one ever called him that. He later became Lord Voldemort, commonly known as the Dark Lord, and only a few dared to speak his true name. For the name itself instilled the great fear into any wizard's soul, and sent shivers down any wizard's spine. Lord Voldemort himself killed and took delight in murdering innocent people, wizards and Muggles the same. And for many years it brought a dark ominous shadow of dread over the wizarding world.

But the tale does not end there. It continues with the young hero that saved them all. His name was Harry Potter … and while only a baby, he brought Voldemort's downfall. However … no one quite knew how, only that he was known by all wizards as The-Boy-Who-Lived, the only one who survived Lord Voldemort's deadly attacks. However, this was just the beginning.

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In the depths of the Forbidden Forest, a soul was pining, holding on for precious life. The being, struggling along, hoping to get even a thrice chance to retrieve the power he had lost so suddenly. This being was hardly human, nor beast, all the same. Dark and formless, his body was flaccid and adorningly lifeless. This was what had become of Lord Voldemort.

Two years before he was fighting, trying to, once again, kill Harry Potter, and had he succeeded he would have surely been in a better state. However, though he barely could remember, he knew that another had defeated him. A girl, with such extraordinary powers, had caused his weak body to be flung into the forest.

He dwelled on this hatred … his anger and spite was that which kept him alive, kept him going. But he was in need of something more … unicorn blood, milk of Nagini (his large snake), and dragon heart.

Where would he have gotten dragon heart? Well, it was quite simple, providing that just a year ago, he had discovered the rotting corpse of a dragon. He hadn't known how it had gotten there, but neither did he care. He took its heart, ate it raw, and then he was absolutely certain that he would be unstoppable. But it was too late. It would not be long before finally, he would be dead. His body was weak and beyond repair. And soon he would be no more.

But his soul remained sinful, heinous and revengeful and was not ready to rest. His body was gone, yes, but the heart of the dragon was more than enough to keep his soul thriving. His soul was willing to strive and the determination was still to kill, to destroy, and to cause retribution to the girl and boy who had caused his death. He knew there was only one who could help him now.

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A woman sat crouched in the corner of her hospital bed. The woman was elderly but her hair was still a rich brunette, her face was free of wrinkles and her tanned skin was flawless. She shook violently, her forehead drenched with sweat and her heart throbbed heavily in her chest.

She lowered her head and reminisced over the past …

Renona Kedevrahoshi, a young woman in her teens bustled about down the halls of Hogwarts. She was very beautiful. She had long, wavy brown hair and bright amethyst eyes. She was in her sixth year at Hogwarts and a prefect in Ravenclaw. She was always very happy and tried in her best efforts to live life to the fullest. She felt in a daze and her heart beat with the deepest adornment that she had ever felt in her life.

Today she was meeting Tom Riddle, her boyfriend and lover since her fourth year. She had never in her life met a boy quite like Tom. He was everything a girl could want; he was that dark and handsome stranger that every female fantasized about and had those eyes that were deep and mysterious. He was one of the smartest in his year and won awards and achieved in everything. She enjoyed every meeting with Tom, for their meetings were rare. Tom was in Slytherin house – the most resented house in all Hogwarts.

Not only this, but Tom was often very secretive about himself and even though she was closer to him than anyone else, he still never told her much. He never spoke of his parents, or any remnants of his family. His mind recurrently seemed preoccupied and weary and Renona often felt awkward around him. However, she overlooked this and they continued to meet in secret and she loved him more than ever. She was willing to give whatever she had for him, her life, her heart and even … her soul.

Soon it was their seventh year at Hogwarts. She was now Head Girl alongside Frederick Appleton. She greatly resented this for she wished she could be alongside Tom who had been named Head Boy. They went to the Yule ball together and graduated together. She had never felt happier. Tom even seemed happy, but something about him did not seem quite right. It was sometime later when Renona moved to Scotland for a year. At that point she was upset that she had to leave him, but they kept in touch through OWL's. Soon, however, he stopped writing to her and contact between them dwindled, then eventually vanished. Renona continued to write but he never responded.

Renona returned to England on a vacation where she finally discovered that Tom Riddle had disappeared, and no one knew where he had gone. Feeling distraught, Renona left England and went back to live in Scotland, where she found her parents dead. She did not know how they died and apparently, the healers didn't know either. There seemed to be no direct reason for their deaths.

She went back to England and then discovered the most shocking news she had ever heard: Tom Riddle had resurfaced as Lord Voldemort, the greatest dark wizard ever. He was killing Wizards, Witches and Muggles by the dozens. Renona was in absolute astonishment and did not know what to do. Soon Voldemort had found her and was demanding that she join him as a Death Eater, a recruit in his numerous ranks of murderers and those that had betrayed the Ministry.

He was hideous, with red snake-like eyes and a high, scratchy voice. Renona had automatically refused but then he threatened to kill her like he did her parents. Young and foolish, she was scared, but still in love with him she could not help but decide to join him and to do his bidding.

It was not long until Voldemort reached his defeat, and his evil reign was over. Renona was among the many who gave up being a Death Eater. Still fearful of her safety (the dark lord loyalists were after her) she went into hiding in her grandfather's homeland of Japan.

However, Renona was not free of her fears. She lived among Muggles and led a fairly normal Muggle life, rarely using her magic. But time passed, and soon word sprung up about Voldemort's appearance. In next to no time, Renona was scared again and she began to have nightmares and hallucinations. Traumatized at his possible re-arising she began to scream out at night and ramble constantly about 'The dark one is out to get me' and 'Tom, why?'

People began to believe she was crazy and after a petition went around to her neighbors, she was sent to a mental institution.

The now aged Renona sat still in the corner of her bed, and anxiously looked around her. She glanced over at the end table beside her bed, covered with bottles of pills and prescriptions of all sorts. She would never let the Muggles control her, and she would never take the pills.

Suddenly, she heard a voice inside her head.

'Renona …'

'Who's there?' she squeaked, her heart pounding faster as her body trembled more violently.

'Renona …'

'Who are you?' she cried again, pulling the covers closer to her face.

'Don't you remember me, dearest?'

The voice sounded like a sly grin. Its cold, braying voice was scratchy and ethereal, almost like an interrupted transmission from a ghostly radio station. Renona felt her heart stop and her blood ran cold. It was him …it was Voldemort.

'Tom?' she screamed hysterically. 'What do you want with me?'

'Don't worry, I wouldn't hurt you.'

'Please! Go away!' she began to cry, her voice growing hoarse. From a far distance she could hear the nurse's footsteps approaching her room.

'Go away? Whatever for?'

'I loved who you were Tom, but I don't know you now! You're not who I fell in love with. I'm-I'm … I'm so scared of you now …' Renona shuddered, the tears stinging her eyes.

The voice cackled viciously, taking pleasure at the fear and misery she was feeling.

'I don't believe in love. There is no such thing as love. My father "loved" my mother. Then he left her because she was a witch!' the voice paused then continued. 'I hated my father, I hated everything.'

'But … I loved you, Tom … doesn't that matter to you? Are you really that cold?' Renona sobbed as she spoke, the tears splashing down her cheeks.

'I told you already! Love is meaningless!'

Renona sobbed again, heart-broken. The only man she had ever loved betrayed her. Here she was now, cowering in a corner of a bed in a mental hospital, all because of him. Had she really been foolish to ever associate with Tom Riddle?

'Tom … I would have done anything for you — anything!' she sobbed.

She could hear the steps coming closer.

'Would you do anything for me now?'

'Anything!' Renona spluttered her eyes were sore from the constant crying.

'Well, join me … become a part of what I am … together we can rule all and do as we please! We will be one being for an eternity!'

Renona stared in shock. Become apart of what he was? What was he? But it didn't matter. Her whole life was in shambles already and there was no hope for her. The idea of being with her former lover forever and to rule all sounded tempting.

'Ok …' she said hesitantly, 'I'll do it.'

There was a dazzling flash of light, so bright that her eyes burned. A sharp pain pierced through her heart like a knife and a white-hot burning washed over her body like a wave of fire, making every inch of her skin prickle painfully. The dark death-marks on the front of her elbow, chest and side burned and then reformed into the shape of a dark raven, its wings spread. Voldemort's soul intertwined with her being.

Her shriek rang out of the room like the single cry of a Banshee. She fell hard onto the floor. Still fully awake, back numb from the fall, she lay there laughing, as if laughing at existence itself. Limply she sat up, raised her head and stared out the window with maddened bulging eyes and she chuckled as she glared through it. She rose sickly to her feet and swayed off balance.

'Pathetic Muggles … wretched meddling fools … I must seek vengeance …' she whispered malevolently.

The nurse flung-open the doors and stared at the woman who stared through the window. The nurse could only see the back of her head but was worried from the scream she had heard from halfway down the hall. From working in a mental institute, that wasn't unusual, but it was her job to make sure the patients received their medication.

'Renona, are you all right?' the nurse called as she remained standing by the door.

Renona turned her head and shot her a sidelong glare. The nurse's rosy face turned pale as her eyes widened at what she saw. Renona's usually tan skin was sallow and pale like porcelain and her hair was dark and grungy looking. Her purple eyes glinted eerily red as her lips curled into an evil smile.

The nurse backed away, gasping in horror. 'What are you doing?' she tried to say, but the words didn't come out.

Renona held out a long wooden rod in front of her, pointing it directly at the nurse's chest.

'DIE!'

A flash of green light … the nurse lie on the ground … her eyes extensive … her mouth wide open … her body motionless.

Renona cackled shrilly and made her way around the building.

The infirmary was in uproar, people screaming and instantly dropping dead. The hospital entrance doors burst open. The skeletal form of a woman stepped out, her eyes narrowed, as her sneer grew wider.

'LORD VOLDEMORT HAS RISEN AGAIN!