Expendable Death Eater #1 drops Nagini, Hufflepuff's Cup, Slytherin's locket, Ravenclaw's Diadem, an old diary, the Gaunt ring, and an unconscious twelve-year-old Harry Potter into the prefect's bathtub at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft. Finally, all of the pieces of his Lord will be reintegrated into the currently alive main body and the Dark Lord will be more powerful than ever before! All the mudbloods will be extinguished, all the bloodlines pure, and all the blood traitors brutally tortured. It will be glorious!
The death eater pulls out a battered grimoire and begins chanting the words of the terrible ritual, just as his Lord has instructed him. Suddenly, he is distracted by Harry Potter standing up in the gigantic tub, coughing water out of his lungs. What?! The boy should not have regained consciousness until the end of the ritual! What is happening? What is going wrong?
Suddenly, the death eater realizes, with a dawning sense of horror, that he's stopped the chanting so necessary to complete the ritual. Oh dear. An ominous fog begins swirling through the room, obscuring each of the Horcruxes and Potter's bleary form.
The death eater screams as his body is slowly dissolved, powering a different ritual accidentally enacted. Five. Four. Three . . Two . . . One . . . . . The fog clears. The horcruxes have disappeared (though Harry remains alive) and as the Boy-Who-Lived blinks tiredly he counts . . . err . . . seven other bodies. What?
Harry inspects the bodies more closely. All are unconscious, and . . . all appear to be the same person at various ages.
"I hate my life," Harry groans, pouting cutely. It is at that moment that all seven of the . . . person open their eyes.
A/N: So I just wanted to see if there's interest in this idea. If there is I'll continue. If there isn't, I'll scrap it. It's gonna be a crack fic, obviously. Slash? We'll see. There are gonna be eight different Voldemorts to ship with people after all.