Tom Riddle's return

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

The sun had disappeared below the horizon and the moon threw cold light onto the graveyard. Ground fog hung between the graves as a person, wearing a dark coat, the hood pulled deep into his face. Then a second person, dressed the same, appeared from behind a grave. Both raised their wands, pointing at each other for a moment, trying to decide if there was some danger. Then both were satisfied and lowered the wands again.

"You have it?"

"Yes, I have it," the second said and pulled a small box from his coat. "But I don't know how long we have time. They will notice quick that it is missing."

"Then not let us waste time," the first said and lead his companion around some graves and to a cauldron on a fire. Inside water was boiling.

"Milk of a mother," the first said and poured a white liquid into the water, while stirring in it with his wand. "Tears of Spring, Ambrosia from Olympus, Strawberries from the Garden of Seramis." Several more ingredients were added to the liquid, which kept changing its color and started to produce even more steam. "Now the ash of the Master," the first said and the other handed him the box. Inside, some flakes of ash, were secured. The first person tossed them into the cauldron. Within a moment, the content turned into a black, tarry liquid and thick bubbles burst on his surface.

"The blood of the supporter," the second said and cut his hand with a quick move of his wand. Drops of blood dripped into the cauldron and within seconds, blood red steam was shooting out of it. Then, both of them watched how slowly something started to grow from the cauldron, taking the shape of a person.

Then suddenly a bright flash and a spell hit one of the gravestone next to the two person. "Fuck, they found us," the second screamed and fired a spell back. More spells hit around them as the aurors appeared from the shadows, outnumbering the them totally.

"Protect the cauldron," the first screamed to his companion. "The rite is not finished yet." But while he still talked, a spell hit the cauldron, which started to vibrate more and more. The figure which was forming inside, started to vibrate also. A spell hit the second man and the first pointed his wand onto the cauldron. "LIBERATE," he screamed, just before he was also hit by a spell. His spell hit the cauldron and a second later the black figure shot into the sky and was gone.

Somewhere else, London

A young man stumbled out of a back alley into an empty street. He was shivering and felt exhausted. Only then he realized that he was completely naked and hide himself. Who was he? He quickly realized that he had no memories from before the moment he found himself in the back alley. There where memories, but they felt more than far away. And they were shattered, fragmented. As if some of them were wiped away.

While he still was trying to remember, suddenly something black appeared from the sky, landing next to him. It took him a moment of shock to realize it was an owl. Not a normal owl, but one holding a letter in her peak. It even seemed to him that it tried tried to deliver the letter to him, as it was calm and let him pick the paper from her beak.

Tom Riddle, The Alley behind the Empty Street, London, the letter read on the front.