"Open your mouth." Said a very serious Harry. He was wearing his best green tie and the tailored robes from the best wizarding tailor in Diagon Alley. His Slytherin uniform was impeccable as it became expected of him in his house.

"Yes master." Replied a meekly subdued Cho Chang. If her countenance weren't one of bliss for obeying one could fathom that she was under some kind of spell of control, but alas that was not the case. Even in this completely submissive situation her bliss was easily seen. She obliged her Lord's wishes and opened her mouth, just then he placed at her tongue a drop of the potion he had commissioned and he had just received.

She swallowed eagerly as her Lord wanted, for she knew the consequences of not obeying utterly and completely. She knew that whatever her Lord wanted it was his for the taking, her life, her will, her body, just about anything. All he had to do was hint at what he wanted that she would provide happily. She was not the only follower that had her master best interest at heart of that she knew; all who followed him would be praised above all in the new order.

His followers were counted among the pureblood and the half bloods alike differently from the previous dark lord, Lord Potter didn't chose his followers from a single pool of people, he chose the best and the brightest.

The witches made his main pool of followers. Since his first year at Hogwarts when he found out that he had an allure that could bend the most powerful witch to his whims.

He also found out that differently from Tom Riddle, he didn't have to make unspeakable acts and rituals to improve his abilities to make his followers fear him, his simple gaze upon one of his followers was said to make the said follower to wet his pants and beg forgiveness.

He didn't allow any of his followers to call the pretender, as himself called Riddle, anything but that since to him Riddle was nothing more than a powerful wizard who wanted to be more than he could.

At 20 years of age he was the most respected and feared man in the whole world. He was Harry Potter.

12 years before…

Harry Potter was a very interested boy. He was interested in everything, from reading to people, he simply was interested. He loved to be able to better understand the world around him. The fact that he lived with relatives that didn't loved him, or better yet didn't even liked him was an eye opener for the little boy. He understood at the age of 5 that not every family was a happy one, and that not all parents and relatives were good people. He was very quick in his thoughts and decisions. At the age 7 he already had decided that his relatives were nothing but bullies that pretended to know and to be more than they really were. He was a very bright boy that decided to amass the most power that one could. He understood that the reason that his cousin got away with everything he did at school was that the other kids were too afraid of him to do or say anything and that kind of power was staggering for Harry. He knew that he wanted that, so he would need to be the most powerful person one could be, and by his standards this person was a political figure. He started at the age of 8 to prepare himself to become one of Britain's most successful politicians. He read everything on the newspaper that he could put his hands on when his uncle threw the newspaper in the trash bin. He could already read years ahead of his class since he didn't have any friends and couldn't do anything on his free time but read. He decided that he would have to do something about his grades since he knew from the politicians bios that he read that all of them attended prestigious schools where the build their network of friends and allies, and the Dursleys would not pay for a tuition for a better school for Harry than their precious Dudders. So that was when he made a split second decision, he would ace all his tests no matter the consequences. And from then on he started to simply ace everything he got at school. After his second test on every subject was aced he received the trashing of a life time from his cousin and his little friends, and understood that resolution without force was nothing since he wouldn't be beaten like that and go on studying.

After a month thinking what he could do about it and focusing on himself, he started to notice that the girls were giving him odd looks, several of them started to walk past him several times only to brush shoulders with him. Several older students started to offer him help in tutoring until they noticed that he already could do everything that they could, than they started to ask him for help. It was odd but at the same time rewarding. He now had people to listen to him and to bounce ideas from. After a year, at his tenth birthday, he already had the best girls in school in his group. They would do whatever, he wanted, he found out one day, after he mentioned to one of the senior girls that her boyfriend was beneath her physically and intellectually, and she dumped the boyfriend of two years on the spot.

They shared his interest of politics, he didn't know if he started the whole group in it or that they already had the interest but he couldn't care less. Now with a whole group of seniors listening to his every word he had some sort of shield around him a shield that his cousin couldn't penetrate. He was just too stupid to be part of the group, not that Harry would let him in if he weren't.

Dudley discovered just how devoted Harry's "followers" really were one day that he and his little gang tried to attack Harry again and found out the hard way that seniors were stronger than juniors. They had received double amount of pain they intended to give young Harry.

Now he understood power. Power was something that one could conquer if one applied himself enough, but one would always have to apply some form of pressure to stop other people from trying to steal what was yours. That was exactly what Dudley had tried, he wanted in the group and since he would not be allowed he decided that he would just beat his cousin into submission.

Of course Harry's happiness was a short lived one since he was locked up when his cousin told his parents his version of what had happened with of course Harry as the mastermind behind his beating. After he got to his cupboard with no food and a beating from his uncle's cane, he promised himself that no matter how long it took he would create a group of people who would defend him no matter what. He knew it was not his friends/followers fault; they were just kids and as such had no say on how an uncle should behave towards his nephew. That would change he decided, when he was older people who would protect him would be bigger and fiercer.

Just after his second month without going out of his cupboard Harry was allowed to get out serving breakfast, and of course sent to grab the mail at Dudley's command.

"What is that you freak! Dad, the freak got a letter!" Dudley said with a face full of venom, knowing what would happen.

"What is this talk of letter for you boy! As if someone would write to you!" He said as he grabbed the mail from Harry's hands.

He suddenly turned pale and gave a little wimp.

"Petunia! It is… It is, from them!" He slobbered.

It was then Petunia's turn to pale.

"What do you mean?" She grabbed the mail and gasped.

"Vernon, they know where the boy sleeps!"

Vernon just then turned green and paled several shades more.

"They kn… Boy, from now on you will sleep in Dudders second room."

"Dad! What do you mean? I do not want that freak in my second bedroom!" Said Dudley at the same time started wailing.

"Shut up, Dudley, and do as you are told!" Harry had never seen Vernon being harsh with Dudley and openly gawked at it. Dudley also had never being yelled at by his father or was screamed at into submission. He just stared as if he had being slapped.

"Move, boy. Get your things and move them into the bedroom now! Remove everything that is there and move it to the attic."

"Yes, sir." Harry said knowing better than to argue at this time. After he left he noticed Dudley being shoved to leave by the kitchen backdoor and decided to hear what his aunt and uncle would say next. He leaned into the door and waited.

"What should we do, Vernon?" An exasperated Petunia asked with panic in her voice.

"I don't know, Pet. Maybe we should just hide from them. Maybe if we go somewhere far…"

"No, that will not work. When we were young and I still talked with my freak of a sister I remember when she told me that they could track anyone anywhere."

Vernon sounded like he had eaten something rotten when he said his next words.

"Well then the only option for us would be if we simply answered that we would not be paying for him to learn any of this rubbish."

"Yes, dear. That would be a great idea. They would not force us to spend a dime more than we already do to feed the boy."

This was Harry's time to snort. They only fed him scrapes from their table and thought that they were actually feeding him.

"Let's call the boy and tell him everything and also tell him that we won't pay for it. It'll be his punishment for taking Dudders second room."

"Sure, dear."

"Boy!" He heard Vernon scream.

"I'm going, uncle Vernon." Harry said in a low voice as if he was far from the door. Opening the door seconds after saying it.

"Yes, uncle Vernon."

"Boy, you got this letter. Read it and then we will have a talk."

"Yes, sir." He said as he grabbed the letter and tore it open. The paper… No, the parchment was written on with bright green ink. After reading it and after having his eyes widen several times over he folded the parchment and waited for his uncle to start.

"Boy, its true. There is such a thing as M…M…Magic." He said as if he had being defiled by saying thise word alone.

"These people just enjoy life while good working people sustain the country. This no-good, no-working, hand-me-money people was the kind of people your parents and you are. This is why you are a freak, and you would do well to remember."

"What do you mean my parents? They were magical and I'm magical too?"

"Yes." His uncle said quietly and shortly.

"Then, why didn't you tell me before?"

"Well, we tried to beat it out of you, but there was no use. You had already being contaminated too much by those parents of yours." His aunt said with a look of regret on her face.

Harry simply fumed by the way they kept talking about his parents. So they really weren't drunks that died in a car crash caused by them. He had already surmised that whatever thing his relatives told him about his parents would be lies or at least very much biased and as such he had already dosed it with a generous quantity of skepticism.

"Will I be able to attend the school, uncle Vernon?"