Summary: Ten years after Voldemort vanished in their last battle, Harry finds himself wanting to the change the world, or maybe just the wizarding world. AU. Dark-ish Harry.
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It was so easy to watch them dance. Those empty faces on aristocrat bodies, twirling to the tempo of the classical piece provided through the speakers set around the ball room's ceiling. The many dresses and robes, twirling together, showing a splash of twisting colors while those two faced people danced. These same people questioned why he didn't partake in the ball's festivities when he went against everything these pure-inbred-wizards stood for. Yes, they had the linage to go back many generations of witches and wizards but they also had the squibs that were turned out of those families. Those people souls born without the use of magic in a magical world. Malfoy's, Greengrass', Potter's, Prewett's, Zabine's, Knott's, Avery's, Black's, Weasley's, Bones'; all of them have squibs in their family tree, all of them related to each other, no matter the distance. But what happens when those people that were cast out 'bred' with the muggles? Muggle-borns. However, there are no true muggle-born wizards in the world. But these pure-blood bigets are too stubborn to realize that was their own ancestors that caused such children.
Those squibs being cast out were probably the only ones that saved them from slowing going extinct but do they see that? No. They see some impure sod trying to take away what they spent generations gaining when they are most likely related in some way and should share that bounty to those related.
Emerald eyes close to those horriblely dancing figures, in a vain attempt to block out their stubborn ways. Oh sure, one could argue that certain families had no problem mixing with muggles, muggle-borns, and half-bloods, but those are few and far between and hardly help the large scale problem of pure-blood superiority.
Harry sighed and pushed off of the wall that he had been supporting for the last half an hour and cut through the twirling bodies without a care if he bumped into any one of them (which he didn't), just so he could get to the exit of the Malfoy manner and dissaperate away to his own home.
Its been ten years sense Voldemort vanished during that last battle and Harry was beginning to wonder what it would have been like had he stuck around to finish that final battle at Hogwarts. The battle itself was pitiful once he left, even if several people died. The Dark was beaten back once again and Harry was name the "Savior of the Light". But he didn't care, so long as he was alive, the Dark could rise again and again. Voldemort would still be living so long as he, Harry, was alive. As his last remaining Horecrux, Harry knew that he would have to face Tom Riddle one last time for it really to end.
Harry had taken control of all the Potter and Black estates but kept only one house, the smallest of them, the one his parents owned last, in Godric's Hollow. Even though he owned the house, he couldn't let his 'friends' come here as he had collected all manners of Dark Artifacts and books. The house's library was filled to the brim with every book he could get his hands on, spends hundreds of gallons on some of the rarer volumes. Hermione would have a fit if she saw the amount of books but probably die of fright if she saw the many volumes on the Dark Arts.
He had begun to wonder some years ago just what had draw Tom Riddle to the truly dark art of the world, so he had begun collecting books and artifacts using different glamour to conceal who was truly buying those items. The Sorting Hat always said that he could have been in Slytherin and now it was really showing. Harry studied everything he could get his hands on now, even going so far as to asking Hermione with on Arithmancy and Ancient Runes. Realizing that it would be necessary to learn more advanced things about any branch of magic.
With the continual absence of Voldemort in his life, Harry felt that it was on his shoulders to protect the world when he decided to show back up in their lives but that was nine years ago, and now, after so many years he was hoping to find Tom Riddle so he could talk to him. Just Talk. Was that too much to ask? Apparently it was. As the bastard hasn't show any sign that was coming back anytime soon. It was interesting really, to see the once "Boy-Who-Lived" deciding that there really did need to be a change in their world. Ever sense Voldemort vanished, that Dark Arts were further segregated from the wizarding world and even though Dumbledore was no longer around to further things along, it was still happening. More and more muggles were being told about the wizarding world and Harry knew that something was going to happen soon. It was simple human nature to fear what you didn't understand and try to get rid of it, or ignore it. But as wizards could not readily be ignored with their magic and strange customs, muggles would ultimately try to get rid of it. Or that is how Harry saw it (and many of the pure-blood families).
However, he also saw the need for muggles for the continued survival of the magical community. Yes, there would be more muggleborns and half-bloods, and the pure-bloods would become even more rare and inbred. What Harry really need was to instill an act in the Wizardgamot to start a complete and total segregation from the muggle world, only dealing with them when it was totally necessary, like their farms and other food necessities. Or, though Harry once shuddered at the idea, they needed to find a way to sterilize the muggles and let them slowly die off on their own. They would not know what hit them until several generations were born. So at least twenty to thirty years and by that point in time, it would be far too late to try and reverse the effects. That is if he had the constitution to actually experiment on muggles for such a spell. Plus it would be decades still until any of the effects would be known.
Harry sighed again and sat back in his armchair, crossing his legs at the knee, arms resting on the sides of the chair, he had discarded his formal dress robes almost as soon as he had entered his favorite Black family estate, although the two story building with a very large basement area could hardly be called an estate. It rested on the Ireland coast line on a cliff that over looked the ocean, the crashing of its waves a constant presence within the house. He had named the place Ocean Crest, sure it was unoriginal but he liked it that way, calming as the cresting ocean on these rocky shores below.
He hadn't told anyone about this place or the numerous wards that wore cast over it, most as spells of one kind or another but some were also set with runes. He had spent countless hours warding objects to find what was compatible with what and when each could be applied, but he had to say that he was proud of the fact that he had been able to do it and that no one had yet to find out about this place, let alone try to break his wards. It had all the usual wards though; unplottable, anti-apperation, undetectable and muggle repellent, incorporated into so many others that he had either invented himself or were extremely old and no used anymore.
Harry sighed after checking the wards around his private home for what seemed like the thousandth time, his magic confirming that they were all in place and working properly. It was a great thing he discovered while reading so studiously the past nine and a half years, he could now feel the magic around him; wards, people, objects, even the magical creatures, anything that had magic. That alone helped in all of the training he did, being able to feel how his magic flowed for each and every spell, making it so that he could easily command his magic to do what he wanted it to do. Most of the time he didn't even use a spell, simply focused his magic to follow what he wanted.
If only he knew how to do something about this corrupted world with all his magic…
Meanwhile, Voldemort knelt clutching his head beside a cauldron, mouth open in a silent scream as his body began to shift. His face slowly losing its snake like features and gaining the normal visage of Tom Riddle Jr. , just like the rest of his body was losing all its snake like qualities and reverting back to what he should have looked like before his transformation.