Summary: During his possession of the BWL at the DoM fiasco, Voldemort showed him things about the headmaster. Getting suspicious, Harry agreed to meet the Dark Lord during the summer before his 5th year where he learned the truth about Albus and some of his "friends". Begins during the Final Battle. Alive!Severus and Alive!Sirius and Alive!Dumbles, Bash!Dumbles,Ron,Ginny,Molly,Arthur, dom!Dark!Powerful!Smart!Harry, HPDM, LMTR, SSNM, FWGWHG

WARNINGS: Torture, Sex, SLASH, HET, Toys, BDSM, Anal, Vaginal, Abuse (mentions of)

A/N: Thanks for giving this a chance! Please let me know your thoughts!

This is unbeta'd. I will post the beta'd version when I receive it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter 1

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"Hey, arsehole!" a voice sounded.

The heads of the Death Eaters gathered in the Forbidden Forest shot up to see who would dare have the audacity to address one of them in that manner, except for the Malfoys' and Mum's. They were smirking, as was their lord.

The group heard the rustle of leaves. They were currently gathered in the Forbidden Forest outside of Hogwarts, during the Final Battle, waiting for Harry Potter to come and sacrifice himself.

Then, a limping figure holding a cane in his left hand walked from the bushes and trees, into the clearing. This man, who currently looked to be 5' 4" with round glasses, tree-green eyes and a black rat's nest atop his head, had a lightning bolt adorning the right side of his forehead. He limped into the center of the clearing, leaning heavily on his cane. The cane was of a black wood and had streaks of silver metal spiraling up the shaft from the base. At the top of the cane was engraved the symbol of the Deathly Hallows, filled with melted silver. Altogether, it was an unremarkable cane at first glance, compared to others. However, if one chose to study the cane extremely closely, they would find the faintest hint of a peculiar notice-me-not charm. But more of that later, I don't want to let you know all of my secrets just yet.

As I was saying, a limping figure entered the clearing. This limping figure happened to be me, and, in case you haven't figured it out yet, my name is…was…Hadrian James Potter. And, by Merlin, did my leg hurt. Back to what I was saying though:

"Hey, arsehole! You could've been a little more fucking careful where you collapsed that stone wall!" I shouted at Tom.

He smirked. "Whatever do you mean, Acheron?"

I just smirked right back at him. "You shattered the bones of my right leg with that wall that you collapsed on me last year. It can't be healed. I am now officially a cripple," I said, giving him a particularly rude hand gesture.

He just chuckled. "Sorry about that," he replied, sounding amused at my predicament.

So, I just told him to do something with his penis to himself that was probably anatomically impossible and waved my hand over my body. Merlin, this shite is painful.

Finally, I stood looking like I should. Without my glamors and regression spells, which made look like the small, beaten and scrawny kid I used to be, I was actually fairly tall, standing at a respectable 6' 2". I had filled out thanks to my daily workouts, even after my injury. My black hair, the color of Nyx herself, ran down to the middle of my back. My dull, tree eyes grew in intensity, until I was staring at the group with eyes the color of the Killing Curse flecked with violet. I transfigured my clothes into black leather that hugged my body as though a second skin, and turned my trainers into leather boots. I limped forward, showing none of the pain that I was feeling after my shattered leg had lengthened, and walked to Voldemort. Then, I punched him.

It was laughable, really, the way that the Death Eaters (minus the Malfoys and Mum) just stared at me in shock and made no move to defend or help their lord. They did nothing when I pointed my cane at him and mumbled a quiet, "Episkey," and fixed his face.

He stared at me in shock once the blood was no longer in his eyes. I just smiled. "Are we even?" he asked with an exasperated sigh.

I grinned at him. "Not even close. Are you ready to move on the castle? Dumbledick is probably readying the troops now that I'm dead."

Tom nodded. "Romulus! Remus!" I shouted.

The twins appeared by my side not a second later, having taken down the undetectable disillusionment charm that we invented earlier that year. It was a remarkable charm: similar to the Fidelius, you had to have been given the information from one of the three creators (Romulus, Remus and I) in order to know of the information, or else you just forgot it as soon as you learned it, and only someone more powerful than you were could even notice the disturbance in the magic around them that signified the use of said charm.

The Death Eaters and Voldemort gasped when they saw the twins. They realized that they could've all been killed because of whatever charm they had used. They also noted the manic gleam in their eyes and the blackness of their magic, which was currently intermingling with mine, happy and finally being able to be in contact. This was because the twins had, in a fit of madness that had yet to end, and, honestly, probably never would, especially now that they were under the wing of Mum, pledged their loyalty to me as their lord, them as my vassals, on their magic. Because of this, their magic causes them to feel euphoria when in my presence and when their magic intermingles with mine.

The Death Eaters all drew the same conclusion: Don't fuck with them.

"I think you should introduce us, Tom, or your Death Eaters might attack us and get hurt."

Tom nodded, sighing at the ignorance of his Death Eaters and ignoring the glares shot at us, and did as he was asked. "My loyal, this is Lord Acheron, the ally I have been speaking of. The two behind him are his numbers one, Romulus and Remus. Now that we have finished introductions, Lucius, come here."

Lucius came forward and knelt at his lord's feet. Tom pulled his wand out and pressed its tip into the Mark on Lucius's arm. Immediately, the pops of Apparition drowned out the natural noises of the forest, and, in less than ten minutes, we were surrounded by hundreds of Death Eaters.

'Tom,' I said through our Horcrux link, 'you should probably tell them that they have to listen to me as well, then we should get going.'

Tom nodded imperceptibly and cast a wordless and wandless Sonorous. "My loyal, this is Lord Acheron. He is to be addressed and respected as you would me. If he finds you disrespectful in any way, you become his to deal with."

As he was talking, I whispered to the twins, "Go to the prison and get him." They nodded and silently Apparated away.

Tom nodded at me and I cast a Sonorous after motioning for him to wait. "You can kill whoever you want except for Molly, Arthur, Ron and Ginny Weasley, Albus Dumbledore and Sirius Black. If you get the opportunity, portkey them back to the dungeons at Riddle Manor. Also, if you see Hermione Granger, she is to be given a portkey to the throne room." 'Don't kill Dumbledore. I have a plan for him,' I said to Tom before conjuring a hooded cloaking, dawning it and walking off to meet the twins at the edge of the forest.

They were waiting there for me with a man in a grey wool coat with a hood. He nodded at me and I nodded back. We had already discussed the plan and he knew what he had to do.

I waited at the edge of the forest for the army to catch up with me. When Tom was next to me, scowling about not being allowed to kill Dumblefuck and not knowing why I wanted him alive, I told the twins to disillusion themselves and the man and keep him safe. They were gone from everyone's senses except mine within seconds. I nodded to Tom. It was time.

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A/N: Well? Should I continue or not? Review? Please?