Chapter One
Formerly To Reign Eternal
Important Note: Do I need permission from DarthSovereign to write this story? No, because I doubt asking myself for permission would be anything but a waste of time. For those of you who do not know my original account, or rather the email attached to it, has been lost to time. So I am moving all works to this page. This was once where I stored old stories, but as I began to create new ones recently I decided to bring my most beloved story across with me.
Timeline: I have chosen to change the timeline a bit, and with it my story. For any die hard fans I want you to know in terms of what I have already written changes will mostly come in the form of wording and mistake changes. It should, for all accounts and purposes, follow the previous rendering very closely.
Favorite Lightsaber? The seventh sister's from Star Wars Rebels, I suggest those of you who have yet to see it give it a quick google. This information has little use for now, though this will be the blade Harry will use so I suggest you become familiar. My descriptive abilities are rather sub par.
Favorite Species? Sith. No not the term used to refer to Dark Jedi in the later years of galactic history. I mean the red skinned, dark side inclined, super human species originating from the planet Korriban. They are like the dark elves of the Star Wars universe, and god do I love elves.
Hogwarts staring age: Hogwarts students start school at age thirteen, meaning Harry will be 15 come the start of his third year. This will be common place for any and all Harry Potter stories I write, seeing as it allows me a little more maturity to work with.
Harry: Harry Potter is not a purely merciless machine hellbent on the total annihilation of all life in the universe. Yes, he is evil. However he is not a cold hearted monster without the capability of feeling emotions beyond hate. The dark side of the force is powered by the darker emotions, that does not mean that sith cannot use the other emotions too. There is no reason he should be incapable of friendship or even love. At the same time you should never expect him to refrain from absolutely murdering someone he considers a rival or even a pesky annoyance.
"English/Galactic Basic"
"Other Language"
'Thought'
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Bright overhead lights reflected blindingly off of the countless cream colored square tiles, bringing a much harsher illumination to the room than what was necessary. A steady beeping fulled the room, the diagnostic spell that caused them overshadowed by the pained grunts of a woman lying in the center of the room. A soft mist like screen hovered by her side, other diagnostic and monitoring charms designed to watch the woman's health and that of the young child she carried within her womb.
The young woman's face was contorted in deep pain. Long strands of her fiery red hair clung tightly to her sweat covered face. On occasion her back would arch as her body twisted in a vain attempt to get away from torment she was experiencing. The hand of the man by her side turned a ghastly white ash she tightened her grip on it.
A doctor stood over her, unflappable and deathly steady, dressed neatly in the soft white clothing that came with his profession. His simple brown wand waved over the woman, the spells coming from his mouth near silent due to the other noises. Every word kept the woman in the best possible health to insure the survival of her and her child. Every so often his eyes would turn to the nurse standing beside their patient whose own wand swung back and forth in an attempt to assist the doctor in any way she could.
"Last push Lady Potter!" The doctor said loudly, stowing his wand into his pocket and moving his arms below her raised legs. Within moments he could make out the head of the crowning child. "Here it comes my Lady, almost there!" His arms extended down farther to grab the babe as soon as possible. The woman's lips parted as her eyes slammed shut, a final scream left her, hardly audible from her overused voice.
A moment later the doctor rose, a bundle of ebony cloth in his arms, an ancient family tradition for the child to be wrapped in the color. The man's grey eyes were wide as they locked with the silent bundle in his arms, both things equally odd. Slowly he extended out his hands, preparing to pass the newborn off to the outstretched arms of Lord Potter, the man obviously ecstatic to hold his son. James's eyes shined with mirth and his lips were parted in a gentle smile, despite the worry over his firstborn's silence.
The moment James Potter laid his brown eyes upon his son he froze. All happiness drained from his face only to be replaced with pure horror. "Wh-what is the meaning of this!?" The enraged father demanded, daring the physician to say this was anything more than a jest gone wrong.
Yet in his heart James knew the truth.
Once more he looked down to his child and once more his heart did fill with dread. Black fabric gave way to reveal crimson skin, as dark as freshly drawn blood and covering every inch of the boy. Two eyes of a deep amber stared back, untold potential and power swirling within their horrifyingly beautiful depths. A small nub rested on either side of his jawline, even smaller nubs on the left and right of his chin. Atop his head and already thick head of hair, darker than even the blackest pits of Tartarus.
"I do not know, Lord Potter." The man's eyes remained locked on the small bundle of black fabric, his left hand idly toying with the wand in his pocket. "There are no text on this. In fact it has never even been mentioned before!" His grey eyes shot up, locking with the terrified and enraged eyes of the Lord, yet his own portrayed only excitement. "This is quite simply amazing!"
James nostrils flared, "How can you be so-so cavalier about something like this?" He gestured with his free hand to the child now nestled tightly in the crook of his arm. All his life he had known this was a possibility, it had been so long, yet he had always hoped it would not be now, not him.
Crossing his arms behind his back the doctor's face became solemn. "I apologize my Lord, I forgot myself." Taking a few steps forward he removed his wand calmly, using it to motion toward the child. "There are...options. Though I doubt any of them would be even near permanent. A powerful glamour would be the safest and strongest option."
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An extremely loud bang was followed directly by the splintering of wood as the door gave way. Lily Potter jumped before the crib of her firstborn child, shielding him from the flying projectiles of heated wood. Through the smoldering remains of the doorway stepped a man, or perhaps what one would consider more monster than man upon witnessing his appearance.
His skin was a sickly shade of greenish-white, the color of decaying flesh. Every inch of his form was gaunt, black veins running underneath his flesh; the ever lasting effects from countless rituals taken in a quest for power. Crimson eyes moved to the red-headed woman standing protectively in front of her child, narrowing as they did so. A bone colored wand was raised in her direction, its tip glowing a deathly shade of green.
"Move aside woman..." The thing ordered through gritted teeth. He took a threatening step forward. "I will not ask you twice."
Lily fell to her knees. "Please!" she pleaded, "Take me and not Harry, leave Harry I beg you!" Crystalline tears fell heavily from her eyes, her lips parted as sobs steadily escaped her.
A repugnant look crossed the man's face as he grew tired of the woman's sniveling. With a wave of his wand a wave of green light raced forth, in an instant Lily Potter was no more. A cruel smirk moved across his lips as he looked to the lifeless corpse of the dead mudblood. He moved to the child that would be his nemesis, raising his wand slowly.
There was no need to rush his newfound victory, it was all the sweeter when nothing could stop him. The tip of his wand slowly began to glow, the most fatal of curses ready to be used in a moments notice. Slowly the baby cracked its tired eyes, grinding the man's movements to a halt and bringing a look of confusion to his face. Amber eyes, not the green of his mother, nor the brown of his father; like molten gold caught in the throes of a whirlpool. He tapped his chin with the tip of his wand, mind racing as to how a child could hold so much power.
He would truly be capable of being a worthy foe.
'No matter.' He thought as his tongue tasted the dark words of the killing curse. The viridian spell raced forth, its deadly touch reaching out to grasp the child before it. In an instant the child's very flesh shimmered from existence, no longer a pale white, but the deep crimson of some unholy demon. With both horror and fascination the man watched as his own curse, the one he had used to slay so many before, bounced off the child and struck him directly in his diaphragm.
An unearthly shriek tore though the small room, shattering the window with its sheer intensity. The man's form dissolved into a fine white dust and from it rose a black specter, its form patchy and ragged, as if pieces of its spiritual forms had been torn away. For a moment the spirit stood silently, watching the child as his flesh once more turned pale.
With a wail of enraged defeat the spirit raced from the quaint little home, fleeing into the darkness of all hallows eve. The most powerful Dark Lord in a very long time had been defeated this night by the last scion of the Most Ancient and Noble house Potter. All that remained of him was his wand and robes that radiated death magic.
Yet was this the downfall of a tyrant, or merely the herald of his replacement?
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In the very center of the many compartments filling the red steam-powered locomotive sat a young boy. A single pale hand reached up, tucking a loose strand of hair back in place among his onyx, short, and neatly combed hair. Bright amber eyes lazily scanned over the book before him, Advanced Spells for Second Years. A book he had read twice already though unfortunately was the only literature not inside his trunk.
He shifted slightly in an attempt to find a more comfortable position, his solid black acromantual silk slacks moving silently with him. As he grew more restless he began to fiddle with the cuff of his jacket, a short midnight colored double-breasted military jacket with leather cuffs, the hem never passing his waist. He had a few modifications made, namely the North African Nudu hide stitched into it. The same material his boots were made from.
A soft knock at the door drew his attention, as well as a slightly annoyed sigh.
A slothful wave of his hand opened the door as his powerful eyes fixed themselves on the woman entering. She was about his age if he had to guess, around five foot five making her four inches shorter than him. Her form was thin and was starting to show the budding of more mature curvature. Blonde hair fell down to frame a short, heart shaped face.
She was quite beautiful he noted as she turned her own violet eyes to him. For a moment a small, almost lustful look crossed through her eyes, before fading. Though he had also caught an inner fire much darker than the mask she seemed to wear, giving way to the monster hidden behind false walls.
With the grace of nobility she moved into the compartment. "May I sit here?" She asked, indicating to the seat beside him. Not once did she try to hide the slightly lecherous eyes that inspected him from top to bottom. Nor was it lost on him the seat across from him was empty as well.
"Be my guest." Politely he inclined his head, a crooked smile showing off part of his perfect teeth.
Without a word she stowed her luggage overhead, a small smile on her face. A smile that changed to a slightly daring smirk as she took the seat beside him. "Daphne, Daphne Greengrass and heiress to the Greengrass family." While introducing herself she held out a single dainty hand for him to shake.
Harry ran a hand through his hair with a short chuckle, "Hadrian James Potter, Heir to Houses Potter and Black." Ignoring the widening of her eyes at his name he took her hand and placed a light kiss upon her knuckles, allowing his lips to linger a moment. "I am always delighted to meet a lady, particularly one as enchanting as yourself."
Daphne's violet eyes sparkled with joviality at his words. "Handsome and debonair, I can only hope you are as sophisticated as you look." The flirtatious smile she was sporting was infectious as he found his own smile break loose.
His life had always been lacking on friends, not from any fault but his own that is. They never seemed of use. But an ally, a trusted adviser, even the greatest of emperors needed someone to confide in. After all he had to admit she was rather beautiful, added to the fact that his magic trusted her. At all times his magic coiled around him like a viper ready to strike. It protected him, lashing out at those seeking to harm him, whispering subtle hints about the world around him.
Yet for the first time it did not attempt to smother an enemy or wash over a bystander, instead draping over the girl before him as if it was ready to protect her as it had always done him. His magic is what made him who he was, he would not distrust its choices now.
"What house are you hoping to be placed in?" A subtle attempt at breaking the ice despite the fact she looked more than at ease. In fact she looked ready to jump him at a moments notice and snog senseless.
Not that he would mind.
"I have no need to hope. There is only one place I would be sorted into, Slytherin, and I would have it no other way." He looked down to the book still in his lap from the corner of his eye, finishing the last of the page before closing it with a soft thud. He grasped his chin between his thumb and forefinger, a smirk forming on his lips as he looked to her form the corner of his eyes. "Besides, it seems I have a beautiful new friend to follow be into the house of snakes."
She lowered her chin into her palm, a light blush dusting across her cheeks. With a smile she sent him a wink, "A man after my own heart."
Another knock at the door resounded through the room, drawing both their attention. Daphne stood to open the door but was stopped by Harry's raised hand. As she returned to her seat and sent him a curious look he simply sent her how own wink. With a wave of his hand Harry opened the door soundlessly, much to the amazement of the now wide eyed girl beside him. In stepped another boy around their age dressed in the plain black robes of an unsorted Hogwarts student. His platinum blond hair was slicked back fashionably and his grey eyes watched them curiously.
"Daphne." The newcomer nodded to Harry's companion, earning himself a small smile and nod from her. He turned to Harry, extending his hand out politely, the same darkness that had slashed through Daphne's violet orbs passed through his own grey eyes. "Draco Malfoy, heir to house Malfoy. Would you mind if I join the two of you."
Harry shook his hand with his now common crooked smile, "Of course."
After he too stowed his, Draco took a place across from Harry. The three settled into quiet conversation for some time, discussing their lives before today. As Harry had suspected Draco and Daphne had known each other long before today. Purebloods held countless balls and soirees, mostly designed to further themselves politically or financially, but it was more than enough time for a couple of their heirs to make friends.
"So Harry, do you have any idea what you want to do after Hogwarts?" Draco asked with his mouth half-full of a cauldron cake. Moments ago he had spoken of following in his father's footsteps as a nobleman and statesman, how quickly aristocratic tendencies could be thrown out the window.
Daphne turned to watch him curiously as she chewed through another bite of her licorice wand. She too had been more than curious about the topic, he was after all heir to two powerful and influential families, along with being renowned the world over since childhood.
Harry looked to either of his new companions, a playful spark behind his amber eyes and a smirk to match. "Why, take over the world of course." There was a moment of silence before the three burst into laughter. Despite the absurdity and humor in his tone, Draco and Daphne had an odd feeling he was deathly serious. "What about you?"
Draco turned to Daphne, who Harry had addressed with his question. His future was more or less set into stone, but Daphne had quite the options to pick from. She seemed to think for a minute before offering a simple shrug to accommodate her thoughtful frown.
An impish smirk found its way to Harry's face, his perfect white teeth shining through the gap. "You can join Draco as one of my dutiful minions then." The three shared another short round of laughter.
For a while longer the three settled into conversation once more, joking about Harry's plans to take over Europe, and then the world. The two had also been quite intrigued by their friend's ability to use wandless magic, a trait even Albus Dumbledore would have difficulty utilizing. Neither had really understood how it was possible to just be born without the need for a wand.
Halfway through the trip, just as Harry was in the middle of splitting his last licorice wand with Daphne, another knock echoed through the wood of the door. Without warning it slid open, stopping with a heavy thud. In charged a redheaded boy dressed in moth-eaten clothes and a trunk older than Harry's family line. Obviously one of the poorer children.
The newcomer eyed the three occupants of the room, his nose scrunching in disgust as he looked over Daphne and Draco. When he noticed Harry his eyes took on a jealous gleam. "I'm Ronald Weasely, but my friends call me Ron." He said proudly, jutting his hand out toward Harry with the expectation of a shake.
"We'll be great friends in Gryffindor, Harry! Now come on, you don't want to be around these dirty snakes." With the hand Harry refused to shake the boy took hold of the Potter heir, attempting to drag him from the compartment.
Daphne and Draco remained silent, watching with their true emotions veiled behind pureblood mask. Neither said a word as the room flooded with unimaginable power, a darkness swirling around them. As the windows began to cover with ice and each breath became visible, Harry directed a snarl toward the redheaded boy.
"Let go of me..." Harry's words were dark, quiet. An unnatural fury bubbling below the surface. Only Harry's two friends took note of the small arcs of electricity crackling up and down his arms.
Ronald turned back in an instant, dull blue eyes wide. "Harry? What are you talking about mate? Lets go!"
It took but a moment for the situation to change, those looking on would have thought it a burst of accidental magic. Harry tore his arm from the grasp of the other boy, the palm of his other hand slamming against Ronald's chest. A pule of magic raced up his arm and into the appendage, turning an ordinary slap into a raging train of destruction. The young Weasley was thrown from the cart where his back slammed into the wall outside.
As he slid to the ground Harry took a single step forward and raised his hands before himself. In a show of magic unlike any other the electricity arcing down his arm condensed into white hot bolts of lightning leaping from his fingertips. Ron cried out in agony and as quick as it had begun, it stopped. Harry sneered down at the boy, clothes now smoldering and hair slightly on end.
"Do not think to touch your betters, weasel." Harry spat, slamming the door and locking it from any more intrusions. "What a banal little exhibitionist..." Was all he muttered to his new friends as he lowered himself back into his seat and returned to his book from earlier.
Harry was oblivious to Daphne and Draco, never once caring to notice the looks of amazement that had been locked on him from the moment Ron had been thrown from the compartment. It was hard to retain a mask when you saw something like that. He never saw the two of them lock eyes for a moment, a silent debate taking place between them.
After a moment they both nodded, giving Harry one look before going about their own buisness. Hadrian James Potter had earned himself two loyal confidants this day. If Harry Potter wanted to watch the world burn then they would be the ones to set it ablaze for him. After all, how could they ever hope to stop him even if they wanted to?
End.
Chapter length: I try to keep them around 4k-5k. Sometimes they are shorter than that and I apologize but that is how things are. This one ended up being 3.7k with the inclusion of the opening notes. I hate that it was so short, but I am trying to stick to my original design for the first five chapters. Why? Because there is no point in completely restarting a story I have part of already.
