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Chapter One: Avada Kedavra!
'Avada Kedavra'
Lord Voldemort's follower fell dead at his feet. The battle was going well, but that didn't matter at the moment.
The Adversary paused and glanced up at the Dark citadel wondering if this time, if this time it would end.
The wards part to let him through; they'd been coded to his magical aura. Voldemort wanted him here; he'd grown even more magnanimous in his old age. Harry smirked, I've grown like that as well. We've both grown used to this.
The dementor effects hit him like a wall of screams. Drawing his cloak up he stormed towards the doors, banishing dementors as he went. They are no threat to him, none of this is. Voldemort always likes to start things easily; it's become a ritual after so long.
A noise from his gauntlet causes The Adversary to tap it with his wand, a distorted voice is emitted.
'Sir? This is Phoenix Squad 11. We've encircled the area. Do you require assistance?'
'No, Get the rest of them rounded up, destroy the last Horucrux in exactly 5 minutes'
'We read you, good luck Adversary'
The Adversary, Harry Potter, flexed his silver gauntlet grinning, perhaps this time he would get to return the last favour Voldemort had given him. He would really enjoy ripping Tommy boy's hand off.
In the darkness of his throne room Lord Voldemort waited, he had grown good at patience. Time does that for you at least. The doors exploded, two masked followers fell through gasping and coughing in their death throes.
'Harry! My old friend' Voldemort sneered as his Adversary entered dramatically, as always. 'What? No hand shake after all this time?'
Harry winced at the jibe to his fake hand.
'Once again, Tom, the pleasure seems to be all yours'
'It should be, I believe this is this last time we will have to perform this very repetitive meeting'
'I know'
The two stared at each other, lost in the melancholy of the moment. Voldemort whipped his wand out, destroying the wall as Harry vanished only to reappear on the other side of the room.
'You're getting sloppy Tom, you used that move to start the duel we had 20 years ago.'
Voldemort snarled and drew his magic around him in all its dark fury. Harry met him blow for blow, move for move, hit for hit.
How many times have they fought like this? It started so long ago now. Tom Riddle and Harry Potter, Voldemort and The Adversary, Immortal Lords for this world of Chaos. Harry remembered that time long ago, during his early years; Voldemort had burnt his skin and killed his wife. In retaliation he had desecrated the Death Eaters and beheaded Voldemort. During the second Dark Ages Voldemort had destroyed the Order of the Phoenix. Harry had locked him in a volcano for a year. He broke out and snapped Harry's daughter in two. Inside the icy storms of the artic, cold and tired they had been friends for a week. They were saved by a group of well-meaning muggle sailors. None of them survived.
Harry had fought Voldemort all his life.
It was all that he knew.
'You can't win Tom'
Voldemort sneered at him in response before sending out a bone-crushing hex.
'Neither can you, Adversary, but don't worry I'll make this as painful as I can.'
'I'm used to pain'
Harry blocked the spell and flung his own at the foundation of the throne, throwing up a mist of gold dust in its destruction. He did so enjoy destroying Tom's things.
'Show yourself! You can't hide forever.'
Voldemort was in the act of clearing the fog when he gasped, in shock his wand fell from his hand. In a moment he felt something, on the edge of mortal's understanding slowly shrivel and depart, leaving the Lord struggling to remain conscious. Harry appeared soundlessly from the fog.
Voldemort coughed again, 'Hufflepuff's Cub?'
Harry nodded, 'That's your last Horucrux destroyed Tom,' Voldemort's eyes widened in response.
'Avada Kedavra'
Voldemort hit the wall crumpling against it.
Harry paused, then slowly started to walk towards the body, he wouldn't believe it, not yet, not after all this time. He pressed a button on the Gauntlet to let his muggle troops know that it was time to escape and evade until they could regroup. Their job was done.
The muggles had found out about magic, it wasn't hard when a madman named Voldemort destroyed every muggle leader of the 21st century within 24 hours. When the muggles started to attack the wizards many of them had gathered around Voldemort for protection. Most of Asia was still unliveable thanks to the nuclear radiation from the fallout war.
Harry had to climb for power, the muggle were killing indiscriminately, while Voldemort waged war upon the earth itself. He'd turned to the only few dark arts he knew, mind magic and soul magic. Occulmancy and Horucruxes. Oh yes Harry had his own Horucruxes, he could still remember Bella's scream of terror as he'd used her murder to create the first one.
He now lived a half-life, a cursed life with his disfigured soul. The Horucruxes he made would let him live forever until they were destroyed, but because of them he was forced through life as he was now. It was a needed sacrifice, but a terrible sacrifices non-the less. No one else had wanted to make it.
'You're as idiotic as ever.' A shadow detangled itself from the background and Severes Snape strode forward as Harry's eye narrowed. He'd not forgotten how the so-called Half-Blood Prince had killed Dumbledore. How he'd been against the old headmaster from the start, he'd never found out how Voldemort had allowed him to live just as long as them. The bastard should have died years ago, and now that he couldn't hide behind his Master he was easy pickings.
Snape sneered 'Don't get any ideas Potter'
'I've killed your Master already'
'Good.' Snape smirked with dark glee and held up a jumper 'Just what I hoped you'd do, eventually.'
'What?' his attention distracted Harry only just noticed what his old potions master held, it was a non-descript jumper, not that well made to tell the truth. It had been his first real birthday present.
'Your Weasley Jumper, correct? Poor little Potter, was this all you had left of them?'
The darkness surrounded Harry's vision as Snape burnt the jumper.
A voice tolled out of the Darkness.
'That's your last Horucrux destroyed Potter.'
Snape strode forward and slapped Harry, jerking him awake.
'Snape!'
'Potter.' Snape drawled sarcastically.
Harry checked his surroundings, chained to the wall, no wand, gauntlet gone and Snape had even been paranoid enough to strip him down to the boxers not trusting even the bare clothes Harry wore. This was looking like one of his worst nightmares…
'Oh god Snape you really are sick and perverted.' A hand struck him around the head, 'agh, sh- I had no idea you were into bondage, the sadism I'm afraid was bloody obvious.'
It was too easy to rile up the other man.
'You always were arrogant, you have no idea how much I enjoy being here at your moment of defeat.'
'Just keep your enjoyment to yourself.'
Greasy nostrils flared while Harry checked the restraints for weaknesses, His stuff was actually piled in the corner of the throne room, Snape obviously didn't expect him to be able to escape. For some reason he felt something was missing from the room.
'Well!' Snape demanded.
'Well what?'
'Aren't you curious how I found your precious Horucrux?'
Harry sighed deeply, 'you've already prepared a speech in your head haven't you? No! Don't start saying anything; I damn well know it's true. What is it with Dark evil bad guys wanting to boost their own ego. Fine. Fine. "How did you find the Horucrux?"'
Snape bristled and hit back. 'You're one to talk about dark and evil potter, creating Horucruxes, why some people would never have thought you had it in you.'
'You being one of them.'
Harry zoned out and ignored Snape's ranting, surveying the room in thought. It unnerved Harry sometimes, how the people that knew him best, those that he could be himself around, were those trying desperately to kill him. In a way he preferred Voldemort's company to Snape's, at least the Dark Lord's displeasure at him was all self gained, Snape had hated him before he was even born, determined within his own insane mind that he would hate the son of his arch nemesis James Potter.
Something was trying to get his attention, there was something missing. It clicked.
'Where the hell is the body!' Harry exclaimed wildly, eyes darting the room.
'What body?' Asked Snape curiously
'Voldermorts dead body you asehole!' Harry panicked
'I don't know what your talking about, it's not as if you could defeat the Dark Lord.'
'Don't you try and mess with me Snape, I damn well hit him with a killing curse'
'Oh?'
'After I'd destroyed the last Horucrux?'
'…'
A feeling of uncertainty was curling within him, he couldn't be wrong, he couldn't, it had to be Snape messing with him.
'Beginning to worry little Gryffindor?'
'Get the hell out of my head!'
'Ah, ah, ah Potter. You see that's the joy of… friendships as old as ours. I don't need to read your mind anymore; I don't even need to read your face or eyes. Blanking them doesn't help.'
'Wh-'
The darkness thickened and Harry knew there and then.
'Well, well.' Voldemort emerged, 'What do we have here.'
Snape stepped back behind his master as Harry's throat became dry.
'I killed you.'
A dark grin answered him 'Should I return the favour you suppose?'
'I damn killed you!' Harry clinged to this fact.
'Unlike you Adversary I have one Horucrux left.'
'Bu- Seven, you can only make seven. That's one of the Rules of Magic! I destroyed them! I destroyed them all!'
Voldemort seemed to be at the height of pleasure at the moment, he launched into his own pre-made script. 'Normally you can only create seven Horucrux, I myself have an eighth as mere circumstance. Oh by the way, Severus very much enjoyed having to get your last one from the old muggle satellite, how did you manage that?'
Harry snarled.
'Not that it matters, you'll be dead soon enough.'
'We'll see about that!'
Voldemort laughed, 'I've waited long for this day Harry, I was amazed when you started creating your own Horucruxes, what ever would your parents have thought. Creating the darkest of items, destroying your pure soul like that. But no-matter, they're all gone now, isn't that right?'
'It was necessary.'
'My eight Horucrux was the seventh created…' Voldemort hinted, almost playfully. It was the playfulness of a cat that has caught a mouse.
Seventh? That was before Nagini then… stupid lizard, should have really got the thing stuffed, would have made a brilliant present for Voldemort. It must have been after Ravelclaws golem… the golem was created in 1979-or was it 81? It was far to long ago; it was defiantly before the Potters were attacked-
Harry blinked. 'No-'
Dumbledore voice echoed in his memory. Telling him that some abilities were passed on.
No…
'Yesss Harry, I can see the shape of your thoughts even now, close as we are. Surely you must have suspected. We are so alike.'
Hope can be a powerful thing, both for good and evil. But there is nothing worse then being told you never had a hope. Ever. The only way to destroy a Horucrux is to destroy the object that it resides in. The only person able to remove the soul itself without damaging the object was the caster and owner of the soul.
Harry Potter was one of Voldemort's Horucruxes…
No! there's always a way!
Was there?
The whispers of his soul shook him more, evil was inside of him. Which thoughts were even his own?
Harry dropped his head. 'Just do it quickly Tom.'
'No fight from our precious Gryffindor?'
The silence carried on for far too long, Harry had become lost in the silence within his own mind. There was NO WAY. I never stood a chance, ever. It was only my own Horucruxes that kept this going.
Harry Potter was one of Voldemort's Horucruxes…
Snape attacked while the brat was feeling empty. 'You're useless Potter can't even give a decent fight.' He stepped forward passed the Dark Lord, not noticing the narrowed red eyes. 'You would have done just as good a job throwing yourself in a river just as soon as you learned to walk. Because of you the world is in chaos all because of your stupid Gryffindor sense of justice, all you damn well did was mess things up! We could have done it Potter! WE COULD HAVE RULED THE WORLD FOR ETERNITY! BUT YOUR COULDN'T LET GO OF YOUR DAMN DESTINY AND NOW THERE'S ONLY MUGGLES LEFT! WE-'
'"We"? Severus?' Lord Voldemort's quiet voice whiplashes through the tirade. 'And what "we" would this be?'
'My- my lord! I- I would never think to- I meant your rule of the world. My master.'
'Remember that fact well.' Voldemort turned to look at the still silent Harry Potter.
The silence stretched further until it became a magic all of its own. Voldemort leaned down. 'Do remember when you actually agreed with my saying?'
Harry and Voldemort shared an old look before both parroting. 'There is no good and evil, there is only power, and those to weak to seek it…'
Both grinned madly, wow… we really are insane, pity I still want to murder the bastard.
Snape seemed livid, 'enough of this! Just end it he's help-'
Voldemort towered over Snape suddenly furious, 'YOU, will not dictate actions to me servant'
Snape quailed, throwing himself to the floor and kissing the end of his master's robes
Harry chuckled, oh yes he really did prefer Voldemort to Snape; at least Voldemort had a backbone. He stopped when he found himself on the end of a very puzzling look from the Dark Lord.
'Po- Harry, we-'
Harry sighed heavily cutting him off. 'No. Don't ask Tom you know I can't, I won't. We are who we choose to be. I won't join you' Harry gave a maniacal smile, 'maybe in another life.'
'We could have been brilliant. The God's of Merlin themselves would have feared us.'
'There's nothing left to be brilliant about. The world went down the toilet long ago.'
Voldemort scoffed. 'True I suppose. I never thought I would see that day that my Adversary would give in.'
The words stirred a growl in Harry as Voldemort placed his wand directly on Harry scar. It tore open, blood poured down but for once Harry was not in pain. In fact it felt like a pain he had never noticed was suddenly gone, he felt lighter. With every breath he took his back straightened. His neck unbent. His eyes sharpened.
He noticed that Snape had moved closer behind Voldemort and had his wand in a ready position.
Voldemort finished the incantation and drew back. Black lighting jumped from between harry's eyes towards Voldemort's wand.
'A moment more Harry, your death will come as promised. But I will not give up my Horucux and immortality even for this.'
Blood blocked Harry's view but he made out his own wand in Voldemorts hand and understood. The bastard was transferring the Horucrux! Keeping the brother wand like a memento of old. It can be destroyed now! The bonds pulled taut as Harry's struggle for freedom renewed, he needed to break the wand, then it would all be over. Finally he felt free of a burden inside for so long, but he was never going to give up the fight. Never!
Snape stepped forward while Voldemort finished the incantation. The Slimy man's wand was pointed at Voldemort's back.
Harry suddenly realised exactly how ambitious the illustrious potions master was. He could easily call out, a warning… But did he really want to pick a world ruled by Snape instead of Voldemort… He'd promised himself he wouldn't die before Tom.
He hated Snape, but he'd promised to everyone that no matter how far he fell to the temptations of the black magic he would make sure that Voldemort paid for his crimes.
Snape flourished his wand.
'Avada Kedavra'
Snape strode towards the body of his former master; wrenching back the head he quickly cut the neck pouring the still warm blood into a potion holder. Returning to a table near the back he started the final preparations.
His entire body shook but his hands were steady and quick wasting no time. He slashed one of his own wrists and bled the blood into the same container as that of Voldemorts. muttering under his breath he carefully added the juiced maticore brains and the shredded nightshade roots.
'What the hell are you doing Sniviless! He isn't dead yet! Break the wand it's the last horucrux!' Screamed Harry
'Shut up Potter, I'm saving all our asses.'
'Are you going to unchain me or kill me then?'
'Neither.'
Snape swirled the cauldron once then lifted it of the fire bottling the now red potion. He also brought up his wand and brought down a silver tendril much like a pensive into the green pre-made potion.
'Wh-'
'SHUT UP POTTER!'
Harry finally obeyed in this instant and watched as Snape finished whatever it is he was doing. It appeared he'd been planning this for some time. Harry refocused on the chiselled man as he placed three potions in front of him.
'I am not drinking those.' Snape's stupidity seemed to know no bounds.
'You will if you want to go back in time.'
What…
'This is some kind of joke isn't it?'
'No joke potter.'
'What kind of an idiot do you take me for Snape? If you had the means to back in time you would have done it yourself centuries ago.'
Snape sighed and brought out a blood-red stone. Even after all these years Harry recognised it instantly. Snape's eyes darkened.
'Yes Potter this is a Philosophers stone.'
'You made one!'
'I stole it; you should still remember your first year. That is if you haven't already gone insane. It wasn't hard to replace the real one with a fake, nobody can tell the difference at a glance and even a Potions Master would need to really look. I was actually setting Quirrel up myself so that it looked like he destroyed the thing while stealing it. Of course you helped with that yourself so I didn't even have to.'
'So that's how you've lived forever?' Asked Harry, interested despite himself.
'Yes. Unfortunately I am dependant on the stone. And I do not mean my body; my actual soul itself needs the elixirs to survive. If I went back in time my soul would be removed from my body and without a body filled with the elixir, even for an instant, I would die.'
'So?'
'SO I CANNOT GO BACK IN TIME YOU FOOLISH BOY!'
'I'm hardly a boy.' Harry bristled.
'You have never stopped acting childishly. I had thought that you'd dealt with The Dark Lord earlier and used your own Horucrux to detain you, thinking we could do this then. Luckily we are here now anyway.'
'With a bleeding unconscious Dark Lord.' For some reason that still annoyed him, it must be the fact that a finishing blow hadn't been dealt.
'Voldemort will be waking up any second Potter, are you telling me you'll let him win'
Harry jerked at the bonds again. 'Just kill him!! Release me and I can destroy the last horucrux and ring his neck myself.'
'That doesn't matter! Don't you understand! The world is destroying itself; we're some of the few wizards left. It has to change, it MUST change. You are the only one able to do it. The potion only sends someone back in their own lifetime.'
'And they have to take it willingly don't they?' Harry's shot in the dark hit the mark as Snape visibly grimaced.
'Po- Ha- take the damn potions!'
'No.'
'Why not? You'll get the chance to change everything! To make it better!'
'I'm not the boy you seem to think I am' Harry spoke slowly maintaining eye contact. 'You'd never do anything like this to help me, your lying in some way, planning on sending yourself back through me somehow, and it takes me being willing to do it. Don't even try and torture me you pathetic Death Eater! Put that wand away, you know damn well I'll outlast any methods you try and use. If you want to send me back then I'm going as me.'
Snape seemed to be in an act of swallowing his own vomit. 'You-'
'There's three potions, one must be the time warp, the other looks like it's probably a magical strength enhancer from both you and Tom, so the third one, that looks like a pensive, must be the one that you wanted to use to take over my mind?'
Snape now looked like he'd just kissed a dementor. After a lot of effort he got himself under control.
'Quid pro Quo, Potter?'
'What do you want in return? What could I possible give you now'
'Oh not now boy, but in the past you could be very helpful to my past self…'
'I won't help you! I'd rather die.'
'I think I heard the Dark Lord stirring boy! This is the best chance either of us have. I will not let this world come to pass. I will not let Fate destroy the entire world!'
That stirred Harry, he had thought the same thoughts himself. But Snape would want something, something huge.
'I want a single promise.' Murmered Snape. 'Bound with an oath. That you will give my past self the memories I have from this future… Before you finish your first year at Hogwarts'
'So I can add power to your younger self before his time? That's nearly as bad as letting you mess with all this in the first place.'
'You will not get a better offer then this.'
'I suppose I can kill you straight after I give you back your memories-'
Snape returned the silver tendril from the pensive potion; he glared again at Harry before drawing down a black tendril into the potion instead.
'Say the Oath Potter. This will keep an exact copy of my memories, with your training you should be able to keep it locked away in the back of your mind until you give it to my younger self, I also want an oath that you will not look at them or investigate my own memories.
Harry parroted the Oath until Snape was happy, then let the potions master slip the drinks down his throat. Honestly he still didn't believe that this would send him back in time, it was too big.
'When do I return exactly? How does it find my body?' He was getting drowsy from the strange power rush from both Voldemort and Snapes magic.
'It finds your body based on your bloodline and the most appropriate magical match in that era, which will obviously be your younger self anyway. That's where you're meant to go. You'll return around one week after Voldemort kills the Potters, that event must take place.'
Before Harry could even scream or yell in disagreement Snape had fed him the final potion. The world slowly slipped away to whatever great adventure awaited the Adversary of the Dark Lord. As the timeline collapsed and the world changed Harry never heard the laughter from the Half-Blood Prince
A One-Year-old Harry Potter awoke slowly, the entity from the future taking over the present child's consciousness, even with only a fraction of self-awareness the time traveller knew that he had succeeded.
The child started to giggle, eyes darkening from their current emerald. He'd done it! Tricking Potter had been child's play when you knew how paranoid he was. Stupid boy had thought that the blood made a magical enhancer! He could make plans now; in the body of the Boy-Who-Lived he could shape the world in his image. He was free.
Acting quickly even with a half conscious mind he started to try to control the soul of both Potter's they bucked and fought but he was older in spirit. The Young-Potter was kept quiet without a thought.
Children are not aware of much of the world in their first few years; as such Young-Potter's vision was not very good. His giggling stopped as a blur leaned in closer, and closer.
Red Eyes burned.
The calculations had been slightly off.
Off by a week.
It was Halloween, October 31st 1981
'Avada Kedavra'
The killing curse rebounded, Voldemort screamed in agony. Young-Harry had never known such pain; every fibre of his being was burning under a newborn sun. The magic seemed to seize a life of its own as it forced the Young-Harry to stay alive while repelling the unwanted intruders from the future. Unable to fight against magic of this strength Snapes soul along with the Future-Harry's was torn from the body and flung off into the night.
The Rules of Magic were not to be denied.
With the best blood link, Harry Potter, unable to let the time travellers in, they both shot across the globe searching for a replacement host.
In the wind they found themselves drawn to different bodies, one a magical relative of Harry Potter, one a blood relative of Harry Potter.
Harry often thought about death, it's common in one who knows they could live forever. He'd seen a lot over the years, muggle religion, pagan spirits, magical afterlife and even conducted in a brief look into necromancy. He knew there was after death; there was no mistaking that. But the exact details appeared to be impossible for any one on this plane of existence to understand.
He hated death. It stole his friends
He yearned for death so that he could see them all again.
Fate loved to play with his life.
It is of course quite ironic then that Lady Luck had plans for Harry Potter, which included a chance to give Fate a good kicking. 500 years of pent up aggression can be useful. Fate wouldn't know what hit him.
A/N:
Well What do you think...
Whose bodies are Snape and Harry thrown into?
Will Voldemort be completely evil?
How will a 500-year-old Lord of Chaos react to being in a child's body?
Is my writing actually any good or is it boring?
Ravus
