What if Lord Voldemort had to enter Hogwarts in the innocent form of an eleven year old? Who would suspect the saviour of the wizarding world having the knowledge and dark secrets that come from years of experiments and rituals?

What would be even more difficult would be explaining the eleven year old's maturity and knowledge, especially if the said eleven year old was supposed to be as knowledgeable of wizarding customs as a mudblood.

It would be difficult, that's for sure. And fooling Dumbledore would be as difficult as giving the dead life – but even that is not impossible. In fact, all it takes is harvesting power from the death of another human.

The art of necromancy, quite simple really - if you know how. Taking a life is the wizarding equivalent of muggles splitting an atom - so much power in an atom; so much power in death.

But most wizards do not know such magics. Fools, the lot of them. There is a price to pay for owning such knowledge. It usually results in death or disfigurement. Only the best of them, like Lord Voldemort live to tell such dark secrets and still hold a human like body.

But unfortunately, even the best of them suffer. Even now, Lord Voldemort drifts half dead, plotting and planning his return. It is ten years since his Avada Kedavra Curse rebounded off Harry Potter's skull, hitting him in the chest ripping him from his body.

Since then he has tried many many times to get a body back, but has been unsuccessful so far. Even sacrificing muggle virgins in a variety of complex rituals had not been enough - maybe it would have worked if wizard had been sacrificed?

Months of hard thinking and work for nothing. Mincing the heart of a dragon, and sacrificing seven virgins while chanting in ancient languages was the closest Lord Voldemort came to getting a body. He succeeded in gaining a body, but it was not human enough to even be considered more than a demon.

Lord Voldemort is not evil enough to justify living like a devil. That is just degrading and not worth a second thought in a dark Lord's mind. Also, it would be detrimental to his plans. No noble pureblood would even spare a second for a beast and freak of nature; that would mean Lord Voldemort's well constructed organisation would disregard its leader.

But back to the question at hand: how am I going to go to Hogwarts? Especially, as a saviour and cherished hero of mudbloods?

This was the predicament that Harry Potter found himself in. Yes, you read right. The Harry Potter, who is almost worshipped as a god, and whose name is uttered as a good luck charm by superstitious wizards and witches and also the Harry Potter whose tale is the number one bed time story of the wizarding world.

You understand my predicament yet? If not, let me explain. I am Harry Potter, supposedly an eleven year old light wizard hero, famous for vanquishing the most dangerous criminal of the age.

But, here I am, not a light wizard, clearly a dark wizard; so dark, in fact, that I hold knowledge only know by one other. The same dark wizard that I supposedly killed at the age of one.

Now, how could I be a dark wizard? I, who am locked up safely at Privet Drive?

Well, I only found out that I was not Lord Voldemort, floating as a wraith in some far off jungle stealing virgins for rituals to return my body to me, round the age of five.

That was when my personality and reasoning was powerful enough to separate my mind from his. From the time he tried to kill me, I have lived as two entities. One as that of a boy and the other as one of the most intelligent man in the world.

Even once I had separated vision from reality, I still joined him through my scar while I slept.

We, together tried in vain to restore our body. We, together drifted though the jungles, possessing animals. We, together fought spirits and wraiths for territory and feeding grounds.

Lord Voldemort is of course totally unaware of my presence. You ask how? Well, when I join him, my mind is his. I think what he thinks and see what he sees. Memories that he recalls are my memories and his reasoning is mine. I can not influence his thinking but I think what he thinks.

That is why I am a dark wizard. Because, from the tender age of one, I have remembered fifty years of hardship and memories. Seven years of Hogwarts. Twenty years touring the world. Another ten in deep study and rituals. Several of them interrupted by war, a war started by our lust for power.

Now do you understand my predicament?

I am Harry Potter, an eleven year old boy who has just received his Hogwarts letter, but ten years of my life have been influenced unknowingly by Tom Riddle.

A/N: Well I know this is short, but tell me what you think. Should I bother continuing with it? Harry here has just received his Hogwarts letter and is thinking about his future and the trouble he will face.

Not much is said here, but from it you should have gathered where he is psychologically. From here he will go to Hogwarts etc etc. It will have some things from canon, but not so that each chapter can be guessed – I despise such fanfiction. Harry will have some fun with Quirrel.

Harry will be dark, but I do not plan to make him heartless. As this is a very new idea, I have not thought much on what will happen later. Ideas are very welcome.