Exodus
Disclaimer: This is the second part of the series. The prequel to this was called Genesis and can still be found on my profile. I am currently thinking about this fic and have decided that this one will deal with dimensional travel as well as some small hints of sexual things. It won't go into detail as doesn't allow sex or any other stuff like that to be displayed on their site which would get me thrown off the site in ten minutes after someone files a complaint against me.
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The Exodus
He looked at the rich sheets that were covering his and his mother's form. The way the sheets were closed around him made him suspect that his father had already awoken to do something. Last night had been rather rough as his mother tested the both of them to their very limit. He gently slipped out of bed, taking care not to rouse her and began to slowly make sure that his body was still busy getting adjusted to his weight once again. He could feel his muscles ache from the strenuous exercise they had done last night and he groaned softly, not intent on waking his mother.
When he stepped out of the room, dressed in a fine robe he looked at the hallway which led to his father's laboratory. He looked at the paintings of the Slytherin wizards that had graced the noble Line of Slytherin their fame and saw the scowling portrait of Salazar, locked in a conversation with Marvolo Gaunt about why the snakes shouldn't be killed. "… I still remain to the fact that snakes shouldn't be killed by members of the family. It is totally useless to kill our allies when they are willing to serve us… or at least to serve those competent enough, unlike that son of yours…"
He ignored Marvolo's reply in favour of hearing a small grating sound come out of his father's working laboratory and then he peered inside to see a bright swirling portal and a maniacally grinning, red eyed, Dark Lord stand there with an aura of malicious hatred oozing from him. He began to come through the doorway and he looked at the strange things that were strewn around the messy workplace and he kept his eyes focused on the man that looked at the portal with unholy glee.
"Harry."
Harry's eyes snapped towards his father's as the red eyes of the dark lord were now boring into his green ones and Harry James Riddle spoke with a voice that seemed to be on the brink of madness.
"Can you see it? The madness that had been swirling in my mind has finally cleared. I have become something more then a god… I can traverse the dimensions at wish with this little beauty here."
The Dark Lord pointed at the swirling portal and Harry took a careful step backwards, not trusting the portal one bit.
Voldemort looked at the portal, his creation which would make him able to go to other dimensions and survive. He wondered how his troops back in his original dimension would be. He briefly wondered if there were muggles still alive on that planet. He briefly entertained the notion of maybe going to visit there one time before he dismissed it. He wanted to go somewhere that would make him able to mess things up grandly and on an epic scale. Something like…corrupting a younger version of him.
That might work. If that old bat, Figg was somehow unable to watch over his younger self in that dimension and he were to graciously adopt Harry into his care and go live on Privet Drive.
"Harry, Please take care of your mother. My time in this world has come to an end. Goodbye and live well. Love your mother and rule this world."
A tear slowly slid down the man's cheek as he looked at this version of himself and he wished that he didn't have to leave. He opted to let the horcrux he made from his wives remain in this dimension since it would take too much trouble to carry it with him. He also decided that he would lay low for a bit. If only he landed into a dimension were he would have at least some influence over Harry then all would be fine to him.
He grabbed a hold of his wand and then sighed and stepped towards the portal. A shaking voice made him pause for a moment as his son's voice cut through the air.
"I love you, dad."
Voldemort wiped away the tears he had on his face and said. "I love you as well, my son. Take care of yourself. "
With that he stepped through the portal. The feeling was like thousands and thousands of bugs were crawling over his skin and he found himself unable to correctly focus where he wanted to go. His mind kept giving him images of things that could be happening in other dimensions and he saw himself getting ripped apart by a savage werewolf in Third year and in another one he saw himself holding his dead head above his head and shouting that Voldemort was dead and finally marrying Ginny Weasley and they would have children.
That last thing was enough to make him puke but nothing would come out of his stomach. He looked at the portal which was still warping space around him and he just pulled on a place, not caring where he ended up.
He felt a whoosh of air around him as he realised that he had successfully appeared out of the dimensional travel device's portal somewhere in another dimension. He felt the air rushing past him and felt his robes billow upwards and he realised that he had appeared somewhere high up. He remained calm and collected, like any Slytherin would and calmly gazed around, trying to ascertain his position. The fact that there were some birds just flying past his head and then shooting upwards was a good indication that he was falling from a great height.
He casts a wandless charm on himself to slow his descend and then he decided to look down. His gaze was drawn to a suburban area and he saw cars riding on roads, which seemed to be something out of a dream. He shook his head to clear his mind a little bit and he could feel the aura of magical people in the vicinity. He looked at the place where the feeling was originating from and he could see an area being covered with magical wards. Then, suddenly he could feel the magic keeping him able to descend slowly break away and immediately he could see the strange wards no longer as he plummeted down to earth.
He didn't want to become a pancake on some dirty road where his entrails and other inner bits would be eaten by rabid muggle children so he just summoned forth his magic and began to cast every charm to shield his body from the physical impact. With his horcruxes in another dimension, he knew that he would survive but it would be harder to regain his body. He could feel the latent energy of this version of himself being somewhere in the world, not in Great Britain but somewhere near the European continent. He could feel the magical energy of himself slowly declining and knew that either he was defeated by his younger version or that there were some problems with his younger self.
Suddenly he could feel the pain of his legs being shattered by impact with something hard and to his shock and anguish, he had landed on the road with his legs having cracked due to the fact that he had fallen wrongly.
Voldemortgroaned as he could feel his bones protest against the movement, he slowly sat up and began to cast healing charms on his legs so they would be able to support his eight. Without some skelegrow he knew that he wouldn't be able to walk very well and decided that once he knew where he was, he would go and visit ST. Mungo's. It would be the easiest if he were to apparate there but then there would be the problem of losing a limb if he apparated.
He looked at the road sign which clearly displayed the street name to him: Magnolia Crescent. In his mind an idea began to form, one which would make the world shiver if they knew of it.
He got up shakily and began to make his way towards the place he had to call home so long ago. He looked at the roads as they began to come back to him and he heard the sound of a motorbike within the immediate vicinity and could see a hulking form on the bike.
Inwardly he crowed victory as he realised that he had an opportunity to snatch baby Harry from under the old fool's nose and then make off with him so that it would be easy. He began to slow down as he realised that he mustn't be seen if his plan were to take root. He slowly walked, trying to make his pain become easier to bear but he knew that he wouldn't be able to stem the pain for long.
When he got to Privet Drive, he heard two sharp cracks in the air and a motor slowly going away and he grinned as he could feel the magic radiating through the air, all of which had been left behind by the magical activity. He looked at the small bundle that lay on the Dursley's doorstep and he grinned and said.
"Come on kid. Let daddy take care of you."
With the baby in his hands, he slowly began to walk towards a place where he could safely apparate to and he slowly felt a grin come onto his face. He began to feel the magic that Harry radiated in large amount and he felt content that the small baby was not wailing. He didn't think he could endure the wailing of a child. He never knew that he could be so silent, as he looked at his younger self and tried to recall if he had ever cried when he was still very little.
He looked at the rows of houses before slowly beginning to gather his magic and he apparated with a silent crack, making it look like he had suddenly disappeared. He could feel the magic swirling around him as he looked at the bright colours that represented magic and he felt his body appear in the halls of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. He walked up to the witch who was responsible for the patients and said.
"I have fractured both my legs and am in need of medical assistance. Get me a healer now and I won't be too irritated at you. My son is still sleeping so I would like you to help me before he wakes up and makes too much noise."
The witch made a noise as she saw the baby, its scar hidden by the black hair that adorned the head.
"He's so cute. He looks so much like you. Sir. I'll get a healer with you immediately. this is the day that You-Know-Who fell so I'm sure that you'll be helped soon. It's free of charge just because of You-Know-Who's fall at the hands of Harry Potter."
She beamed at him and Voldemort had to suppress a shudder at the strange behaviour of the woman. He carefully adjusted little Harry in his arms and then decided that he would need to sit down and study his younger self a little more in-depth. He gently sat down and looked at the little nose that the baby had. He could feel the magic of the killing curse still lingering on the body and with a small gesture, he called his wand to him and said.
"Occludio."
Immediately the scar on the baby's forehead was replaced with smooth skin as the scar was hidden behind a powerful occluding charm which was hard to detect when not looking at it with magical means. It would be easy posing as a father who wanted to get his legs healed and with his son sleeping in his arms.
A healer was quickly finished with his legs, having opted for a painful way to regrow them with a spell that was still in its experimental phase.
He had to hold back a shriek of pain as he felt the bones knitting themselves together once again and he could feel Harry stir within his arms. He bit back the urge to crucio the Healer and then was sent off with the message to go and visit a party somewhere.
He apparated to Diagon Alley where he walked into Gringotts and then asked to withdraw some funds from his account. He used the Riddle name and signed a parchment with some of his blood which accurately named him to be a Riddle. He grinned as he asked for the money to be converted into muggle pounds and then he was given two suitcases with approximatively 2 million muggle pounds in them, enough to make sure that he could live comfortably for ten years.
He looked around as he apparated with little Harry once again on Privet Drive and a grin blossomed to his face once again. The sign For Sale was on a house which had the number 7 on it's door and he felt a surge of elation go through him as he knew that he could live on Privet Drive if he bought the house. In his original dimension the house was owned by the Petersons, kind old people who sometimes were able to help him with giving advice on how to trim the bushes in different shapes and make different things from bushes. He had remembered that they were gardeners and had one of the best lawns on privet Drive.
He walked up to the house and knocked on the door once. He could hear the footsteps of someone behind the door and when the door was opened he was looking at an older man who looked at him with suspicion in his eyes.
"What do you want?" The man said and Voldemort let a grin come to his face.
"I want to buy the house. Can I come inside?"
Voldemort stepped into the house after being led in by the old man.
He looked at the man and nodded and said. "How much for the house and to get all the important stuff taken care of?"
The old man looked at him and said. "For anyone interested, the price is 400.000 Pounds. I don't want to live close to that windbag who lives on number four. His brat is making the neighbourhood a very loud place and old people like me need our rest."
Voldemort nodded and said. "I hope I can also find a good and suitable place to raise my son?" the elder man looked at the baby in Voldemort's hands.
"Sure, there is almost no crime in the area but I would like to advise you tot stay away from the residents of number four. They are oddly fascinated by normality or something like that. The woman is always spying on people and the man is always boasting about his job."
Voldemort just nodded and said. "I'll try to avoid them, here's the money."
He grabbed one of the suitcases and opened it and handed 410.00 pounds to the man. It wasn't like he particularly cared about the money. He knew that he could always rob a bank if he needed more money. And no burglar would be fortunate if they dared to venture in his house. There were some spells to destroy any intruders on sight. They could be installed to guard the house fairly easily.
The elder man grinned and said. "It's been a pleasure dealing with you, kind sir. I hope you and your adorable son have a nice life."
Then with a flourish the older man was walking out of his house and left as a parting remark. "Keep the inventory. I'm going to live with my children for some time so I have no need anymore for those things. It saves me trouble to move them. You've handed me enough money to pay for them."
Then the old man was gone and Voldemort smirked. Life would change around here if he started to live here.
A new story. I hope that you will like this and I hope that all my loyal fans from Genesis will read this. SerpentClara I like the way you review me and I would like it if you gave me a review on this one too.
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