Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter; Harry would be Dark.
This is my first Harry Potter FanFiction, so bare with me.
The rustling of the trees by the wind were the only thing heard in the dark of night as Harry Potter lain strewn across the ground as he took his last breath, or so he thought. The first thing his conscious self was aware of was the face of one, Cedric Diggory.
"Go take it, you saved me!" Cedric exclaimed. Where in Merlin's name was he? Why was Cedric still alive? The Triwizard Tournament! But what was he doing here? Harry looked up in the face of Cedric. What did he say before? Oh ya! 'Together', but Cedric died last time so should he just go on himself? Wait, did he say that out loud? Shit he said 'Together' out loud.
"Okay, one, two, three. GO!" Cedric grabbed the cup just as Harry did and they both felt a tug and landed in the same place Harry knew all too well. If it wasn't his fault last time Cedric died it definitely was now. He heard Cedric mumble a 'You okay?' and he answered his affirmative. He studied the statue of Tom just as he did his first time here and next thing he heard was a voice,
"Kill the spear!" in a whispered voice but it could be heard none the less. He watched emotionless as Cedric's body connected with the killing curse and crumpled to the ground. It was inevitable, He thought. It happened last time and I couldn't do anything. He felt a tingle in his forehead and knew then and there that he still had the horcrux in him. He wouldn't admit it out loud but he actually missed it. When it was gone he felt empty, like something was missing. It was with him since he was a one year old after all. He felt a tug on his arm and came back to reality, of course how could he forget? Voldemort's resurrection. Wormtail hauled him over next to the statue and it grabbed him, making him trapped in it's hold.
"Do it now!" Voldemort ordered as Wormtail made his way over. He picked up Voldemort's temporary vessel and dropped it into the cauldron. Harry watched Wormtail with disgust written on his face. He sneered. I'll kill him yet, He thought. Just as soon as i get out of this mess.
"Bones of the father, unwillingly given." Wormtail hovered a bone over the cauldron and dropped it in. Harry never really observed the ritual the first time he was here because he was to busy trying to get out of the hold of the statue, but this time he had a plan and he was going to see it through.
"Flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed." He watched as the rat took a knife and slashed his arm over the cauldron, blood poured out of his wound as he did so. This was it! This is the part he had to change. He couldn't stop the smirk on his face as Wormtail whimpered and sniveled over his wound as he finished the ritual.
Blood of-" Harry cut him off at that and stated, "Blood of an ally willingly given." He took his arm and struggled to place it to his lips, he flashed fangs and bit into his arm. Blood trickled down his lip and he ushered Wormtail over. Wormtail hesitated before making his way over taking the blood and dripping it into the cauldron.
"The Dark Lord shall rise again!" Wormtail declared as the cauldron burst into flames and a reformed Voldemort appeared but it wasn't the snake visage he first appeared as, no. It was the face of an older Tom Riddle. Black hair, aristocratic face but the one distinguishing feature that told everyone he was The Dark Lord was the piercing crimson red eyes staring back at him.
"My wand Wormtail." The rat bowed deeply and handed the wand to his master, blood still running out of his wounded arm. "Hold out your arm." Voldemort whispered. Wormtail sniveled and started crying.
"Master. Thank you, Master." Wormtail held out his wounded arm just as Voldemort snarled, "The other arm, Wormtail." Wormtail took on a defeated expression and Voldemort sneered. "Now, Wormtail!" The rat complied and held out his other arm. Harry contemplated intervening before everyone else came so before Voldemort laid his wand on his mark, he said,
"You could thank me, you know." Voldemort looked up from his mark and Avada green eyes met crimson ones. Harry studied Voldemort for a second, he was indeed like the Tom Riddle he saw in the chamber of secrets. Well except for the eyes.
"And for what, you insolent child." Harry had to bite back the remark of 'I'm not a child!' as Voldemort also studied him. The Dark Lord forgot about Wormtail for a minute and slowly walked over to where Harry was pinned to the statue. "For giving you an actual body." Harry declared as his gaze met crimson again. Voldemort laughed as he held his hand out and scooped up the blood on Harry's chin from the bite.
"You're a vampire." Voldemort stated. "The light's Savior a dark creature." The Dark Lord's laugh turned into an outright cackle as he circled Harry like a predator. Voldemort stopped again in front of Harry and locked eyes with him. Harry allowed Voldemort to enter his mind and view the memory of the ritual. Harry just stared as Voldemort came out of the memory.
"You willingly gave your blood." Voldemort said disbelievingly. Harry nodded and The Dark Lord released Harry from the hold and this time he gracefully fell to the ground, his hand grabbed his wand and he stood up. "Leave us, Wormtail!" Voldemort snarled at him.
"B-but, Master!" Wormtail whimpered, "Y-you promised!" he held out his wounded arm as he fell to the ground sniveling. Harry sneered in disgust, as The Dark Lord made his way over to the rat, but stopped when Harry declared, "Can i have him?" Voldemort chuckled, but Wormtail managed to utter, "I-I returned, Master. Y-you promised." The Dark lord abruptly stopped and his gaze fixed back on Wormtail. "Out of fear, not loyalty. Still you have proven yourself useful these past few months Wormtail." He gave the rat a new hand effectively stopping the bleeding.
"T-thank you, Master. T-thank you!" Wormtail whimpered as he gazed at his new hand. Harry let out a disappointed huff. "Do you have too." Harry whined. "I'm hungry." Voldemort smirked but said, "Leave us now, Wormtail!" The rat continued to thank him as he slowly walked away crying.
"What happened to you?" The Dark Lord questioned amused. Harry sat down on a bench a little ways from the statue and replied, "Well, I really don't know myself how I got here." Harry muttered. "I was dying in a forest and then I ended up back in my fourth year." Harry said trying not to think about why he was there in the first place. Voldemort immediately interested asked, "As in 'back in your fourth year' do you mean your from the future?" He asked curiously.
"Yes, but it wasn't that far along. I was 19 when they killed me." Harry's eyes darkened at the word 'they'. "After I killed you, no offense-" Voldemort hissed at that. "-everyone immediately betrayed me and started calling me the next Dark Lord, most hunted me down to put me in Azkaban and because I guess since they were afraid of the power I had the others wanted me dead." Harry's eyes darkened even more. "Do you want to know the one who killed me?" Voldemort was perplexed by this and replied with a 'yes'.
"The one and only Albus Dumbledore." Harry sneered out the name like it was the foulest thing in the world, which to him it was. "He supposedly died in my 6th year by the killing curse on top of the Astronomy Tower by Snape." Harry continued on but he could hear Voldemort hissing about old coots. "They planned to stage his death and wait till I killed you before killing me, I was on the run for two years before they found me." Voldemort was livid now and he was cursing at nothing in particular.
"That was when they killed me. They didn't give me the luxury of a killing curse. They tortured me until I took my last breath. I couldn't do anything." Harry whispered. "I'm here now though, and they are going to pay. Every last one of them." The Dark Lord became quiet unable to comprehend everything that was said but then he replied,
"What about the prophecy?" Voldemort questioned, he had a bad feeling about it. "Utter bull, just a means to get rid of you." Harry stood back up and walked closer to him. "You know, you look good when you don't look like a snake face." Harry complemented. Voldemort was confused for a second but then it came to him. "The ritual." He whispered. "If you did it unwillingly then the blood would have cursed me and the snake venom would have became the main substance for my body." The Dark Lord stood in horror of what he would have looked like.
"Well at least you're not insane anymore either, well sane as Tom Riddle can be I suppose." Harry watched as Voldemort faked a hurt look on his face before chuckling. "You have a point there, I wasn't a very pretty child in that regard." Harry took a contemplating look, "Are you sure your alright?" Harry asked, "You don't seem like your evil self." Harry watched as Voldemort's face scrunched up in thought before finding an answer. " I think the ritual gave me my sanity back, I was stuck as a ghost entente for so long that I wanted to have my body back by any means necessary, so I was explain-ably insane" Harry nodded.
"By the way, I think you should start gathering your Horcruxes, because Dumbledore will soon be searching for them." Harry stated. "Though you may have made a unintentional one." Harry slowly added.
Voldemort looked closely at Harry before finding what he was looking for. "You!" Voldemort exclaimed. "Your my Horcrux!" Harry clapped his hands and made a mock bow. "At your service." Volemort smirked, and Harry immediately added. "Not literally!" Harry's face became a pink shade of red and looked away. That backfired on him!
Harry waited for Voldemort to put his thoughts together. It was really a good thing that he was because Harry needed a few minutes to compose himself, he remembered something to tell him but waited until he spoke the first word.
"Horcrux." Voldemort muttered. "It was so obviously obvious, I must have been so insane that I didn't even feel my own Horcruxes when they were right in front of me." Voldemort paced around the graveyard. Voldemort stopped and gazed at Harry, his crimson eyes burning holes in Avada Green. "My Horcrux." He whispered.
A shiver ran up Harry spine. He knew what Voldemort was thinking. Locking Harry up and throwing away the key, just to make sure that his soul vessel was safe. Harry started glaring at the red eyes that seemed to darken. "Don't even think about it!" Harry spat getting angry. "You will not lock me up like some treasure and do as you please!" Voldemort looked away from the glaring.
"What do you expect me to do?" Voldemort sneered. "Oh, I don't know? Trust me?" Harry twitched as soon as he said that. There was no way in Hell Voldemort was going to trust him, not at the moment at least. Voldemort seemed to contemplate that for a moment.
"You know if you need something to cement the idea in your head to trust me, I can get your locket Horcrux." Harry persisted but immediately regretted it. "I can get it myself you ignorant, boy!" Voldemort Snarled. Even after eighteen years of the Dursley's, he couldn't help the flinch that happened at the word 'boy'. Voldemort noticed this at once and Harry knew there would be questions asked later, but he was grateful that he didn't say anything about it then.
"The locket is not where you put it." Harry simply muttered trying not to think about the Dursley's. They would be dead soon enough. "Dumbledore and I went there to retrieve it and it ended up being a fake." Harry added.
"A fake! There was no way anyone could possibly get passed all of the heavy warding I've done to that place!" Voldemort growled. "Where is it!"
"That's the thing, it's in the black ancestry home." Harry explained. "Inside the locket was the note that read,
'To the Dark Lord,
'I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match you will be mortal once more.'
"And the initials were 'R.A.B' as in Regulus Arcturus Black. He wanted to undermine the Dark Lord and in doing so betrayed you."
"But! How!" Voldemort hissed. "There was no way he could have did it!" Harry rolled his eyes and fixed Voldemort with an exasperated look. "Did you have any company in planting your Horcrux in the cave?" Voldemort blanked for a few minutes before going paler than he already was. "The house-elf! The blasted house-elf! It was Black's!" Voldemort was pacing again, and Harry just gave a sigh.
"People really do underestimate them." Harry muttered as he heard a noise behind him, hissing noises could be heard but Harry could clearly understand it.
Master leaving me to fend for myself! Promised me juicy human! And then Nagini came out of a bush right behind Harry. Master gave Nagini juicy human! She hissed happily spotting Harry. She lunged at him but Harry's reflexes saved him.
Nagini! Voldemort hissed as he watched Nagini continuing to lunge at her prey. But Master, you promised! Nagini hissed weeping in the only way a snake could, but if anyone wasn't looking to closely at her or couldn't understand her, they would be scared out of their wits. She then noticed that Harry wasn't exactly human. The snake looked even more menacing shaking her very being with cries of not having her beloved kill.
Harry was now hiding behind Voldemort, snickering at the bloody snake. "This is too much!" Harry said between gales of laughter. Your not allowed to touch me, Nagini! Harry taunted. But if you be good I'll give you big juicy rat by the name of 'Wormtail' Harry started having a laughing fit again but tried to stop long enough to hear the exclaims of,
You're a speaker! and "You're a Parselmouth?!" and then Voldemort sucked in a breath. "The Horcrux gave you the ability." Harry fixed Voldemort with a look that said 'yes, you idiot', but immediately straightened up. "Yes, and no." Harry began. "I am related to Salazar Slytherin, but from a different line." Harry sat down then to continue his explanation. "I researched my family tree and I am related to Ignotus Peverell and the Peverell's descend from the Slytherin line. You are related to Cadmus Peverell also descended from the Slytherin but you also descend from the Gaunt line, since you are descended from the main line you hold the most Slytherin qualities. While I, descended from only a side line and only one at that wouldn't have brought my Parseltoungue ability to the forefront, but since I came in contact with you from the killing curse and the Horcrux, it brought my Slytherin traits and abilities out." Harry finished, but added. "Thanks for that, even if you could have killed me."
"So that means we're related." Voldemort whispered. "But how is anyone's guess." Harry stood back up and looked at Nagini. "Can me and Nagini share the rat?" Harry turned his pleading eyes on Voldemort. "Please?" Harry's eye's twinkled and Voldemort looked away. "Stop doing that, it looks like Dumbledore's eyes staring back at me." Voldemort demanded. "And no, and I mean it. He is still of use to me!" Nagini slithered over to Harry.
Master is being mean to speaker! Speaker is hungry! Nagini hissed. I will get food for Master's speaker. She twisted around and slithered into the woods next to the graveyard. Harry grinned showing one pointed fang. "I love her already." Harry remarked.
"Of course you would." Voldemort muttered.
"Merlin! How long has it been?" Voldemort's head whipped up and he cast a quick Tempus and looked over the now panicked Harry Potter. "Let's just say you are exponentially late."
Harry ran over to the cup disregarding the lump he stepped on to get to it. Voldemort only seemed amused by this and pointed out that maybe he shouldn't forget the Diggory boy. Harry looked back and looked down a the lifeless body. "Whoops, forgot about him." Harry muttered, Voldemort only smirked at the nonchalance calm coming off of him. "Wish me good luck on my acting." Harry began. "Tell Nagini that I'll see her later." The last thing Voldemort saw was a smirking Harry Potter promptly Port Keying with the body of Cedric Diggory.