Rectitude
Summary: At a young age Harry Potter is hated by everybody. That is until he meets an unusual friend...
A/N: This is my first shot in writing. I appreciate it if you point out errors, give constructive criticism or offer any advice to improve my writing style. Also, this story is AU, very AU. Even my theory of magic is different from the cannon. I tried to base it on the law "every action has an equal and opposite reaction". What I mean in simple term is every magic created or every spell cast there will be a negative effect on the caster.
Rated M for violence and swear words in later chapters.
I do not own Harry Potter Universe.
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Exordium
"Your guest is here my Lord." Whispered by one of the Death Eaters.
From the dark corner a fat bald man came crawling towards the man with red eyes. "I-It has been done my-my lord" Stuttered by Peter Pettigrew aka Wormtail, member of the Order of the Phoenix, one of the famous Marauder, friends of James and Lilly Potter.
"Excellent! You have done well."
Pettigrew handed a parchment to the Dark Lord. Lord Voldemort read the address carefully and burned the paper right after.
"Bella, take Peter with you and gather all the Death Eaters. We will plan a simultaneous assault after I attack the Potters. We will make sure that the entire world will know that no one can defy the Dark Lord!"
"Right away my Lord." Bellatrix Lestrange highest ranking Death Eater kneeled and kiss the hem of the robe of Lord Voldemort then walked away to do what was ordered of her.
As the door closed after Wormtail, Voldemort scan the room. His entire lieutenant was there except Bella.
Lucius Malfoy, aristocratic Pureblood. Voldemort source of funding. Severus Snape, potion master. Spy to Dumbledore. Augustus Rookwood, unspeakable. Spy inside the ministry. Rabastan and Rhodolpus Lestrange, vicious people just like Bella. Another source of funds. These are his servants; they will do anything just to please him.
"We will just wait for Bella, and then we will discuss how we will take over Wizarding Britain after I kill the Potters. I don't want to make any room for errors, so I will go there alone and finish them myself. You all will wait here for my return then we will raise hell!!"
Voldemort laughed a very evil laugh that makes even his most hardened servants shivered in fear.
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The meetings had gone well; plans of the attacks had been finalized. All of the death eaters had gone home to rest. There will be no attack for one month until Halloween. To create a false sense of security in the Wizarding World. A calm before the storm as the muggles says.
Tom Riddle aka Lord Voldemort is walking towards his chamber. It's already two in the morning but there still things needed to be done.
He needs to collect all of his Horcruxes. He plans to create a final horcrux when he kills the Potter brat. That's the disadvantage of creating multiple horcrux. If you plan to create another one you need to bring all the horcrux when you commit murder. So that you'll just rip a small piece of your soul instead of tearing it in half. Like what he did with his diary. Yes, he needs to gather all his precious artefacts except the blasted diary.
The diary of Tom Marvolo Riddle... That's his first attempt in creating a horcrux. A great mistake that one. You see, he did not just put half of his soul in there but a part of his mind too. That makes the diary an independent entity, a clone that will become a sixteen years old version of him when released. And he doesn't want that for he knows that he can't control that version of himself. It can think of its own and he knows his own mind. He will not settle to become a mere follower. He was sure that his sixteen year old self will vie for world dominance once released.
That's why he doesn't want to bring it when he goes to the Potters. He doesn't make the diary accidentally siphon all of his other horcrux and make it stronger than it is. Or worse make it rip another half of his soul and create another one like it. Besides it says in the prophecy that the boy has the power to vanquish him. He intends to take that power he killed the brat. He will be twice as powerful once he completed his plan. And that's all he needed to destroy his diary and to make sure no one will be strong enough to challenge his position.
YES! After Halloween, LORD VOLDEMORT will become a GOD!!
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Soon enough it's October 31st, 1981. Voldemort is finalizing all his plans in his head. He has his four Horcruxes with him. The ring, cup, diadem and the locket. The diary is safely tucked away in the Malfoy Manor. Lucious didn't know what it truly was. Only that it's a dangerous object that belongs to his master.
Half an hour before it struck midnight, the Dark Lord apparated in Godric's Hallow. He walked over to a cottage where the Potters live and cast an anti-portkey and anti disapparition ward around the house. He notices that the house is too small for a pureblood like potter to live into. 'Maybe just a temporary hiding place.' Thought Voldemort. 'Maybe I will locate their manor later and make it my headquarters just to make Dumbledore.'
Just as he finishes casting the ward, he heard a man shouting inside. The dark lord walk to the front and blasted the door. He saw a man pushing the redheaded woman toward the stairs.
"Lilly! It's HIM!! Go and take Harry while I distract him." Shouted by the man name James Potter. The only Auror who escaped from him three times now. The dark lord will make sure there won't be a fourth time.
"Ahh, Potter. We meet again! You'd been a thorn in my side far too many times that I could tolerate Perhaps I'll show you why it is a bad idea to defy me!!" Voldemort smirk to the bespectacled man.
Instead of answering, James cried out. "Stupefy!!" A red light shoots toward the Dark Lord but he just side stepped it.
Voldemort jab his wand toward James. "Spiculum"
A spear like beam came out of the black wand clipping James on the arm, creating a hole there. James kneeled and cried in pain.
Seeing an opportunity, the Dark Lord slashes his wand three times downward. "Jugis Pugna!"
Somehow, James thought its raining elephant when he felt the hex hit his back then followed by another one. Rolling to his left James avoided the third. He then ducks behind the sofa.
"Tut, tut Potter. Getting slow are we? I think it's time for you to retire. Spiro Seorsum!" yelled Voldemort. When the hex hit the sofa it exploded in thousand pieces. When the dust settled, the Dark Lord narrows its eyes. He didn't see the man anywhere.
Then he heard a silent "Confingo" coming to his right. Too late to cast a shield, the dark lord tried to jump forward but the yellowish light hit him in the leg causing his fibula to shatter. Trying not to shows his in pain, Voldemort cast a silent banishing charm to distract Potter then cast a numbing charm on his right leg.
'I have to make this quick.' thought Voldemort. 'I need to finish this sooner or there's a chance the old fool will interfere.'
Standing up, Voldemort let out the series of spells making James shift to defensive. Two minutes and thirty curses later, the dark lord saw an opening when Potter step in the blood on the floor making him lose his balance.
Seeing this opportunity, Voldemort screamed point blank "Avada Kedavra!"
James Potter was dead just as he hit the floor.
Limping slightly, Voldemort concentrate then tap the wand to his injured leg and muttered "resarcio ossis". Immediately his fibula was restored albeit crudely while feeling the bones in his left hand shattered.
"Ah, the ever reliable resarcio ossis, a dark healing spell that restore a bone in one part of your body while transferring the damage to another bone of your choosing. Always reliable in combat." Chuckled by the dark lord while walking up the stairs.
Upon reaching the second floor, Voldemort banish the door to his left, revealing an empty bathroom. He continues walking towards the remaining two doors. The one in his front turned out to be a master bedroom of sort while the room in its left is some kind of nursery. Inside a woman with long slender red hair is protecting a crib on her back.
"Move Evans, I don't intend to kill you. I only came here for the child no need to shed another blood." hissed Voldemort.
Lilly Evans Potter, unspeakable and a potion mistress held her ground. "The name is Potter you snake face. And you can't kill harry! Over my dead body!!"
"As you wish my lady." Voldemort gave a mock bow then instantly pointing his wand toward the woman and uttered. "Avada Kedavra"
Lilly saw the killing curse fly towards her but she didn't budge.
Avada Kedavra knows as the killing curse. Although it's unblockable and there is no counter curse. Its setback is it drains a lot of the caster's magic and you sacrifice a year of your life for every cast. Dark wizards only cast it when their opponent cannot move or they are sure that it will hit. But base on the distance between Lilly and Voldemort, the woman has some time to move aside and avoid the curse but doing so; the curse will hit the boy instead. Lilly held her ground, tears flowing down her cheek. Muttering something that Voldemort cannot comprehend.
5 seconds later, the redhead drop to the ground lifeless. The only living being in the house is HIM and the brat. Voldemort smile, a very malicious smile.
"Any minute now and the prophecy child will be defeated. I, Lord Voldemort will become twice more powerful and even Dumbledore cannot stop me!"
Walking forward, Voldemort notice he was breathing rapidly. 'Damn, I'm more exhausted than I thought. But no matter, one more Avada Kedavra and I will be done here. A magical exhaustion is a small price compare to what will happen by daybreak tomorrow.'
As he stands in front in the center of the room, he studied the boy who was standing supported by his crib. The boy looked at him without any emotion showing in his baby face. He didn't even cry when his mother died right in front of him. He just stood there, green eyes meeting Tom's red one.
Seeing the Potter brat's eye, Voldemort was reminded of his own. He used to have eyes like that, an avada kedavra green eyes. But it change to red after all the dark rituals he did to himself just to ensure his immortality. He knows, given the chance, this boy will captivate many people just like him when he was a student in Hogwarts. It's a pity really, that the boy will die tonight. The dark lord cannot take the chance to let the boy live. As it was prophesized that the boy will have a power to defeat him someday. So the boy must not have a someday.
Shaking himself out of his reverie, Voldemort start preparing for the ritual. Setting the horcruxes between him and the boy, he started drawing runes around the room. This will be his last horcrux ritual. A sort of tribute to the boy. He places a snake egg on the center of a pentagram. He decided to create the snake his last horcrux. Seeing that he will be the first one that the snake will see once its hatch he will ensure the snake loyalty and being the only living parseltounge will make it easier to order it around. The snake will also serve as a conduit to transfer the boy's magical core to him during the ritual and the benefit that the snake will bond to him so that it will not die as long as its master is alive.
"Yes. The greatness of Lord Voldemort creating a loophole to the most dangerous dark ritual ever exist. And I should not forget of the possibilities that the snake will be a powerful one if the boy's magical core is large as I hope to be. If my luck continues a will have a basilisk as a pet by the end of the ritual. Another weapon to help me purge the world of the impure."
After making some minor adjustment to ensure the success of the ritual. All Voldemort now need is wait for midnight, the witching hour where magic is at its strongest. As the bell chime from a nearby church signalling midnight, the dark lord began to chant. Five minutes of murmuring in ancient language the dark lord steps right in front of the egg and slowly pointed his black wand towards the boy.
Just as the egg cracks signalling that it's beginning to hatch, Voldemort hissed "Avada Kedavra!"
The killing curse hits Harry in the forehead splitting it open and sucking the curse into it. Just then, the whole room began to glow. An eerie green glow. All of the Horcruxes began to tremble and at the same time the snake finish hatching. From the egg's remains emerge a small snake. Voldemort is disappointed that it's not a basilisk or any big snake. He was shock next when at the back of the snake unfolded a bat like wings then it fly towards the killing curse. Voldemort began to panic! This is not supposed to happen. He didn't know what will happen when the snake gets in the path of the curse but all he can do is watch because at the moment he can't move as the boy is still absorbing the killing curse.
Just before the snake makes contact with the curse, Voldemort notice something else. His horcruxes are flying towards the green beam of light too. Just as the snake and his artefact touch the light another surprise happens. The snake and the magical essence and parts of his soul of the Horcruxes were suck into the boy's forehead.
The dark lord began to panic now. 'This is not suppose to happen I should be siphoning the boys power not the other way around!! 'Voldemort tried to severe the connection between him and the boy but it was a futile attempt. He then began to feel his core, soul and mind rapidly slipping off his body towards the boy. In the blink of an eye, Voldemort know no more...