Prologue
The pale skinned man walked slowly towards the house at the end of the street, it was a cold night of October, the last night of the month actually, he felt giddy just knowing that in less than an hour he would deal with the only obstacle in his path to absolute greatness. He got into the garden of the house, and neared the door with anticipation, soon blood would run inside the building and everything would be over, the world would be at his feet forever.
He stood now in front of the ivory door, he would have knocked but that was for peasants, he was above such things, there would be no closed doors for him, so he blasted it away.
"Lily it's him! Quickly run with the kids!"—he heard from inside, and smirked at the idea that anyone could even phantom the thought of running from him.
He was in a good mood today; he decided he would give himself a treat in the forms of screams, particularly those from the people inside the house. But that would have to wait, he was here first and foremost to deal with a minor nuisance, albeit one that could become a great one if left alone, that wouldn't do. He stunned the man with a quite dark version of the most common stunner spell, this one would stun each and every nerve in the body by way of sending some quite painful pulses directly to the brain, the man wouldn't be able to scream, that was unfortunate, but his nerves would be more sensible once the curse was released, ensuring he would scream louder later when he was free to play with him and his mudblood wife, that thought made him smile.
He climbed the stairs to the second floor of the house, he could hear clearly the crying of a baby, that was odd, why was there just one baby crying? Oh well, it wouldn't matter in a few minutes, finally he reached the room from where the crying came, he entered to find the mother of the children holding tightly onto them, trying to soothe their fears away her back facing him blocking his path to her kids, how endearing, not even bothering to wait for her to turn around he stunned her with the same spell he did her husband and turned to the infants, both had black hair, as black as the night without stars, and both had startling green eyes, although one, the quiet one, had a gleam of intelligence in his eyes. Voldemort knew this kid could grow to be his undoing, that intelligence shinning in his eyes gave it away, the kid would crave for knowledge, and knowledge was power, he couldn't let the kid come into that power, the fact that he was looking at him directly and without fear just added more to his belief, without hesitation he pointed his wand to the kid's head almost at point blank and uttered the words of the killing curse.
"Avada Kedabra"—and the green light was out of the wooden tool heading towards the infant, time seemed to force as his eyes gleefully watched the last moments of the young life. However the kid had another idea altogether, it was not a very known fact that infants, due to their more innocent souls were more attuned to magic than grownups, and the child knew from the moment the ugly man said the words that he wanted to harm him, the prone figure of his mother not far away didn't help change that opinion. He knew the pretty green light coming his way was not good for him so he wished for protection, he thought of his mother's green eyes, of how lovingly they always looked at him and his brother, how he felt protected whenever he was in her arms, and willed that same feeling onto himself. Tom Marvolo Riddle's glee disappeared as he saw the green spell disperse in front of the child he had aimed to kill, but it didn't disappear, it was as if it had exploded just for it to implode not a second later and turn on him, he had just a second to regret being so close to the child, had he been farther away he could have dodged, but being so close, almost at point blank, made that impossible, so he was hit by his own curse, his own magic, he screamed in rage as his body died, his soul was then expulsed far away from there by some unseen force.
The magical backlash propelled everything away, the child hit his head on the wall and loss consciousness at the same time he received a singularly shaped wound, and as Voldemort's fractured soul was banished a fragment of it detached itself from the whole and wishing to survive latched onto the kid's wound as its lifeline. Meanwhile his brother, who had been trying to hide under the crib, was launched towards his mother, whose body was lying against one of the walls by now, the crib itself exploded and the some chunks of it cut deeply into his right hand in a V shaped injure.
With Voldemort's body dead and his soul so weak after the endeavor of being detached from its body the stunners on both Lily and James lifted, just as a group of people led by an elderly looking man appeared outside the building, the group known as the order of the phoenix found and woke James as they entered the building, they were about to begin interrogating him on what happened but were interrupted as they hears cries coming from upside, James Potter found strength again and stood up before quickly climbing the stairs and entering the room, followed by the order, to find his wife crying joyfully while hugging the child she had in her arms, he felt relief at the sight of his Lily, but his worries came back with a vengeance as he realized she had only one kid in her arms, he frantically looked around for his other child and found him unconscious not far away so he went and took the child in his arms hugging him tightly as if he was seeing him for the first time after a long and painful time.
The elderly man, Dumbledore, was meanwhile taking in the scene in front of him, he knew Tom was going to attack and had purposefully delayed the order, had Voldemort visited the Longbottoms he would have acted immediately since they only had one child and if they were attacked that would automatically mean that Neville was the chosen one, but with the Potters it was different, they had twins so he had to let Voldemort mark the chosen before acting.
"It's wonderful that you are all safe"—he said with a tired voice, but with a hint of relief now that he knew who was going to be his weapon, though maybe some annoyance was in there as well, nobody noticed this though—"but I'm afraid I have some bad news to give, and some good as well, but I will have to ask all of the members of the order to leave for now, I need to speak with James and Lily privately"—some members hesitated to leave but soon afterwards most everyone was gone, except Sirius and Remus, both of them close friends of the inhabitants of the house.
"It seems the secret keeper betrayed us"—said Remus slowly turning towards Sirius and preparing his wand to attack, but he was stopped by James.
"Remus, don't be hasty, first of all, Sirius was not our secret keeper"—Remus looked at him surprised.
"But you told the order that he was the secret keeper!"
"Exactly, and he would be the obvious choice, so we decided for Peter instead"—chocked out Lily, still holding onto her son for dear life.
"Peter? They must have tortured him! He was not with us so they must still have him! We must rescue him!"—said the werewolf frantically.
"I'm afraid Remus, that that is not plausible…"—started Dumbledore but Remus interrupted him.
"Surely you don't mean he is dead already?"
"No, that's not what I mean. What I mean is that the fidelius is a tricky charm and it wouldn't be a good protection if the secret could be tortured out of a person, no, the secret can only be told willingly, or else the keeper won't be able to tell at all"—said the elder man with a grave voice.
"That means"—said Sirius before growling and disappearing, Remus soon followed him with fire in his eyes.
"What do you wanted to tell us Dumbledore?"—asked James, his voice heavy after finding out his supposed friend had betrayed them, he just wanted the day to be over and be able to think of something else.
"It seems Voldemort has been banished for now"
"What do you mean for now, Dumbledore?"—asked James, unconsciously hugging his child tighter—"You mean he is not dead?"
"I strongly doubt he is, he most likely has been weakened but he will return someday, though not soon I would expect"
"How is that possible?"—asked Lily.
"It seems young Henry here is the child the prophecy spoke about"—he said looking at the child Lily was holding.
"How are you so sure it was Henry?"—asked the father of the children.
"He was the closest to Lily, and his hand has been marked by what I believe was the mark the prophecy spoke of, the V of Voldemort, what I believe happened here is that Voldemort didn't wait a second as he entered the room and launched the killing curse at Lily, but Henry here somehow blocked it using wandless magic and returned it to Voldemort himself, the mark in his hand is the result of such action"—he said with certainty in his voice—"and the magical backlash of his banishment is what caused the room to be such a mess, I'm sorry for young Henry seeing as he has such a huge burden being just a toddler"
"What should we do?"
"Be the best parent you can, for now the danger has gone away, albeit temporarily, Henry will have to face his fate someday, he deserve a normal childhood before he has to grow up, so for now just give him that, when the proper time comes he will have to be trained"
"Are you sure this is the right course of action to take?"
"As sure as I can be, I think that for now you have had a very extenuating night so we should go to the quarters for you and the children to rest, this house is not safe tonight"
Had Dumbledore known more about Horrocruxes he would have been aware that they always had a defense mechanism, but alas he never investigated the matter further, as leader of the light he couldn't be suspected of dwelling in such dark territories. In the case of Voldemort's most recent anchor's defense was that whoever didn't wish the best for the vessel would just dismiss it as unimportant, Lily and James as parents couldn't help but wish the very best for both their sons thus the defense didn't affect them, but the old wizard on the other hand only though of the chosen as a weapon to use against a dark lord, he didn't wish the best for the child, he was the only one who knew the whole prophecy, Lily and James were aware of its existence but only knew what Dumbledore allowed them to know, so he knew the child had to die for Voldemort to truly depart this world onto the next great adventure, with that in mind it was no wonder why the thought of Harry being the actual chosen never even crossed his mind at all, he just dismissed the boy, and it would prove to be his greatest mistake yet.
.-._.-._.
As all this happened another pale man appeared near the train station of King's cross, his hair as red as blood and his eyes were as red as fire, his skin made him look like a corpse, he wore a black leather trouser, leather boots to go with it, a grey silk shirt under a black leather vest, his name, Horus.
Horus walked decidedly towards the department building across the station; he entered the elevator and pressed the top floor's button. It took a minute before he reached it and had to climb a set of stairs to access the last story which was hidden to anyone who didn't know of its existence. He entered the only apartment in the whole floor, the place was big and luxurious, but Horus didn't bother with anything there and walked directly to the end of the big aisle and crossed the wall that was there, the wall dissolved like it was made of smoke before reforming itself once again; hiding what was inside the secret room. Inside the room there was only one thing, a mirror placed on the floor looking upsides, the red head stood on the mirror and a second later he was gone.
He appeared on top of another similar mirror in the middle of a forest, as he appeared a stone barrier rose from the ground and surrounded him and he felt his magic diminish a great deal, the wall had four pillars, each sporting the statue of a cherub holding a bow and all four of them pointing said bow at him, Horus sighed, annoyed that his master was so paranoid, and annoyed that he had to put up with a master altogether.
"Horus, grand general of the army of shades, the Master called for me"
After saying that, the wall and the cherubs disappeared into the ground once again. He felt his power being restored to normal and kept walking down the only path in front of him, the forest was big and held a good number of magical and dangerous creatures, though no one of said creatures had ever attacked a member of the army of shades or ally of the master. Horus reached a huge lake in the middle of the forest but kept walking, towards the body of water, as he neared it a stone path made itself visible allowing him to get further into the lake, by the middle of it another wall rose from the lake along with a isle, he reached the wall and a metal gate appeared in front of him, allowing him access to the fortress.
Inside the walls there were good four hectares of empty land, Horus surmised the ground for a second before continuing his march, as he started walking a stone rose from the ground and flew towards the center of the land, and then another followed suit, and another and another, this continued until in front of him there was a three story manor, the building strongly resembling the carapace of a turtle. The pale skinned man entered the building and made his way to the upper floor were the master was sure to be.
He reached a huge aisle and a wooden gate stood at the end of it, he started walking but was stopped by the appearance of one of his more annoying allies.
"A pleasure seeing you around here, Horus, long time since the last occasion the master summoned you"—said a high pitched voice behind him. And as Horus turned to face it he saw a man with hair like his own, his hair though was shorter, he couldn't see he face as he was wearing a featureless white mask.
"Pedrolino, fancy seeing you away from the gate, usually you keep guard closer to the master"—said Horus in an even voice, he might be the stronger shade that ever existed, but Pedrolino, and those other four annoyances were the most effective when using their power, the five personal guards of the master.
"Master sent me to get you, but since you were on your way anyway I decided to just wait here"
"Never thought of you as a lazy bum, it seems there are still surprises for me in this world after all"
"Are you two done with your chitchat? The master wants to see us all now"—said another voice, this one coming from the wooden gate, there stood a taller man who like them had red hair and like Pedrolino wore a featureless white mask.
"Brighella"—greeted Horus.
"Horus. Come on, the master has waited long enough already"—with that he disappeared behind the gate. Horus and Pedrolino following after him.
Inside there stood other two individuals waiting for them, and like Pedrolino and Brighella they wore white mask without any real difference.
"Took your sweet time Horus"—said the closest one.
"Mezzetino, Pulcinella, stop trying to delay Horus anymore, the master wants to see us all so move your arse"—said Brighella and they kept walking until they reached a throne where a man with a glass mask sat calmly waiting for them.
"Master, you wanted to see me?"—asked Horus, with not little annoyance in his voice, he loathed his master, he hated him, but he couldn't make a move against him, and neither could any other member of the army that served him, they were bound to do his will since he learned their true names, this man had learned all of their names one by one, until they all were forced to serve him.
"I wanted you all here. Arlecchino, stand besides your brothers"-said the masked man seated on the throne, a shadow behind him moved and revealed another masked redhead, but unlike the other four, his mask had the features of a stoic face and was decorated with red feathers, he was taller than everyone present, measuring up to seven feet, the giant walked around the throne and joined the rest of the masked men and Horus—"Horus, grand general of the army of shades and the Zanni, my personal guards, I have a mission for you all"—that picked their curiosity, it was no secret the elite of the whole army was in that room at that moment, a mission for the six of them ought to be something really interesting—"and to ensure you accomplish it I will be forced to give it to you by your true given names"—and that made them wary of the whole deal—"Horus, you will be the leader for this mission, Arlecchino will be your second and can override your orders if he deems it necessary"—he then took out a necklace and a small package wrapped in parchment—"Your mission is as follows"—he looked directly at Horus—"Blödhgala"—Horus grimaced at the mention of his true name—"Könungrsevarinya"—the five masked men stood to attention as one, for they were one and the same and the name belonged to them all—"the six of you are to use this necklace, it will send you to a place of my choosing, once there you will destroy the necklace and assume your bird forms and Blödhgala will deliver this package to one Harold James Potter, though you might find him being called Harry, you six are to look out for the best interests of the child and protect him from harm, he will surely assist Hogwarts, you are to follow him there Blödhgala under the pretence of his familiar and Könungresevarinya will protect him from the shadows, you are to follow his orders as if they were mine unless you are convinced that doing so would be detrimental for the child, these orders are bound to your soul by your true-by-magic-given name and you must follow them at all times"—neither of the shades said a thing, they had to obey either if they agreed with the orders or not, since the orders were given with their true names being used.
"Why are we required to do this? What is so important about the child?"—asked Horus, not happy about being stuck with babysitting.
"That's of no consequence to you, oh and before I forget, Blödhgala, Könungrsevarinya, neither of you is to try and find the child's true-by-magic-given name, this order is bound to your soul by your true-by-magic-given name and you must follow it at all times"—this grated on Horus' nerves, why was the child so important that they were ordered to protect him to such extent? Even from them! Unfortunately he wouldn't get that answer any time soon, and it seemed that the Zanni were as curious as him.
The master stood up from his throne and approached them, he gave the package to Horus and the necklace's chain multiplied until the six of them were linked to the trinket which resembled a platinum hourglass with four rings surrounding it, as the master let the trinket go the ring closest to the hourglass started whirling around it, then the second and the third until all four were turning and spinning around the small device, everything around them was blurry and confusing. From the master's point of view they had just disappeared in front of him.
"Finally I will know if my plan succeeded at all or it was all for naught, either way all will be over in a few seconds"—he then took out his glass mask revealing a man with black and untamed hair and green eyes with a hard expression on his face, he made a few movements with his wand and felt all the protections disappear, it wasn't more than a few second before a group of people appeared surrounding him, the dubbed Order of the Phoenix, who had been looking for him since he was 15, he looked around and spotted James Potter, the new leader of the Order since Dumbledore died seven years prior. The Potter patriarch had lost his right eye long ago to Fenrir Greyback after the werewolf killed one Remus Lupin and James had gone into a mad rampage against him, besides him a red haired woman stood with a hopeful look in her eyes, Lily Potter, there were also older members, like Minerva McGonagall, or younger ones like the Weasleys' children, one of which had a haunted look, Ron Weasley if his memory didn't fail him, after losing his two best friends, Henry Potter to Voldemort and a few months later Hermione Granger to Horus, he had sent him to kill her after she had devised the artifact the order was using to track him down, not that they were successful but one can never be too careful.
"Why did you decide to suddenly appear? You have been hiding for eight years now, no one was able to even find anything on your name or location as if you didn't even exist, however you did that I don't know, and then you appear, what are you planning?"—asked the Order's leader, the master of the departed shades chuckled.
"I just wanted you all here for when everything is over, in a few seconds this universe will be destroyed or I will be dead, either way you lose, I just wanted to relish on your faces when it all came to completion"—he gave a step forward and the floor broke as it let out a bit of lava.
"Harry"—breathed out the red headed woman.
"Who are you speaking of, woman? Harold James Potter ceased to exist long ago, eight years to be more precise, I'm not Harry, and I'm not your son. Remember, you killed him when you decided he was not worth your time. Hm, hehehe, the only reason you have been looking for me at all is because you found out dear Rich was not the actual chosen one and that only I could deal with Voldemort, that according to a prophecy a barmy old fool heard from a fraud, but before that you turned your back on me, you just don't like it when someone turns their back at you"—he gave another step and more lave seeped out from the cracks on the ground.
"What's going on?"—asked James who saw how the cracks were becoming wider and longer, letting out more lava.
"Nothing much, I just set off the apocalypse on us, and no matter where you run to, the world will be destroyed in a few minutes"—as if on cue an earthquake ensued—"it won't be long now, they are about to arrive"
"Who?"—asked a worried James, he had long accepted the lost of his son, every letter they sent and every attempt to contact him were futile, so he was not as attached to him to care if he joined them or not, Lily on the other hand had been depressed from the moment Harry disappeared, it had not helped when Henry died a year later.
"My guards and the grand general of the shades are about to reach their destination, once they do everything here will disappear"
"General of the shades…you mean you are, no, it can't be, you are the master of the shades?"
"That's right, James, it was me all along, the man who ordered death eaters and order members killed evenly, the third party in this little war of ours, but don't worry"—then a huge eruption was heard not far from where they were—"it will be over soon"—and everything exploded.
.-._.-._.
A sigh escaped a being as he looked down to the mortal plane.
"This is the third apocalypse in five hundred years, is it too much to ask for a quiet millennium?"—the being then resigned itself and set to restore reality.
.-._.-._.
"Where do you reckon we are?"—asked Horus to the other five members of their party after they arrived in the middle of a forest. He might hate them for being willingly loyal to the master, but if he had to pass a long time with them he might as well try to be civil about it.
"Honestly I don't have the slightest idea"—answered the silky voice of Arlecchino—"but that is a no matter, we need to do what the master ordered, first we destroy the necklace"
"Already done"—came Brighella's rough voice, the masked man showing them some dust in his hand, which was the trinket not long ago.
"Alright then, Horus you need to deliver that package in your bird form according to the master, we will follow you and stay hidden until necessary"
"Sigh, I hate flying"—nevertheless he dissolved into smoke, which shot to the air, and as he was soaring in the sky the smoke took the form of a red feathered Argentavis holding the package.
"Everybody take off!"—ordered the masked leader and five more specks of smoke took over the sun setting sky, just to take the form of five black Saker Falcons with red beaks and eyes.
Later that night at Godric's Hollow, outside a medium sized house, an eight years old child was crying his eyes out silently, no sobbing or whimpering, just tears falling down his cheeks, he had already been having a bad day as it was, and now his parents had gone out and forgot to take him with them, it was not the first time this happened, but being his birthday it was worse than all those other times before. His expression was beginning to turn from sorrowful to a deep scowl when a way-too-large-for-its-own-good red bird landed in front of him making the earth tremble slightly, the kid looked it up and almost wet his pants, the thing was humongous, not even Hagrid could measure to its height, well, maybe he could, but barely, the bird then raised one of its claws ominously towards him and before Harry could scream a box wrapped in parchment landed on his lap with a thud, he looked at it curiously and then at the bird, which seemed to be waiting for him to do something, he looked at the package and went into the empty house to unwrap it and see what it was.
Meanwhile in the outside the six shades in bird bodies were screaming in their minds.
"We are in the past! The damn bloody past! We didn't even exist yet!"
.-._.-._.
So, what do you think? This is my take on the WBWL twin, dark and maybe evil, intelligent, powerful, and future aware Harry plots.
As you might or might have not noticed I'm using lore from the inheritance cycle series, and might take lore from other fantasy series as well for this story.
Now some explanations. For those who haven't read Eragon and its sequels, a shade is a magic user and warrior that is created when a wizard summons a spirit or spirits which in some occasions they can't control and take over their body, becoming a shade. They can also be created when the wizard who summons them has an available body for them to take, which might be an alive human or animal, usually humans are used, but they always seem to take a humanoid form. Shades are always cruel and vile since they are created by using dark spirits. Also a shade is really hard to kill since they can take any kind of harm and still survive, they can only be killed when they are pierced through the heart, in the case of Arlecchino and the other Zanni it's even harder since I'm portraying them as being one shade with five bodies, thus you need to kill the five at the same time or your efforts will be for naught.
Now their animal forms. Argentavis is an extinct bird which measured up to 11.5 ft of length and 23 ft of wingspan, here is an image so you have a better idea of its size /images_
Saker Falcons are birds of prey that still exist; they measure up to 21.5 inches of length and 50.7 inches of wingspan, here another image for you to have a better idea .org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/a7/Falco_cherrug_/426px-Falco_cherrug_
Their 'true' names, Blödhgala means blood scream, and Könungrsevarinya means king's stars.
I hope you like it and I will try to update soon, but I'm trying to find the time to write four stories now so it might take a while.
R&R please.