27th May 1993
Albus Dumbledore was a powerful wizard, a once in a generation kind, and he had a century of experience when it came to wielding that power to the best of its capabilities.
Like many other powerful wizards in the world, he was very intuned with magic and he could sense ripples made on the other side of the world if they were powerful enough.
So when the equivalent of a tidal wave hit Britain, the magical kingdom he resided in he felt it in every pore of his being.
The Headmaster immediately began contacting a few of his loyal followers to search out and if necessary destroy whatever event had occurred or being that had appeared.
After all, for the greater good of the wizarding world nothing could be allowed to interrupt Harry as he grew up and eventually learnt of his destiny.
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While the old and powerful wizard sensed his arrival the newest Dark Lord in Britain was plummeting towards the ground at an incredible speed. A human asteroid headed for Stonehenge.
Channelling his magic calmly as air whipped past him he cast several cushioning charms on his body and a feather-light charm to slow him down.
The young man's plummet gradually turned into a slow descent as he gracefully landed in the centre of the ancient circle of stone.
Breathing in deeply before he releasing it a smile appeared on Ares Peverell-Slytherin's face as enjoyed clean natural air for the first time in nearly a decade.
In the place of the poisonous wasteland from his own universe, there was a lush green landscape that sung with magic and life.
Ares conjured some adequately comfortable clothes and dressed before taking in the landscape one last time and disappearing with nought but a silent ripple.
Not long after two Aurors appeared with a crack, having located the source of the disturbance to be Stonehenge, however with nothing there and no evidence other than a magical signature that was fading quickly they had hit a barricade in their investigation already.
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Diagon Alley
Ares appeared in the Leaky Cauldron silently in a booth hidden away in the corner. Standing up he noted the people bustling around the pub including Tom the owner before striding to the entrance to the Alley and summoning his wand tapping each brick correctly.
When the wall opened up he was greeted with a view of a busy shopping district with obvious life and joy. A rather stark contrast to the dark and decaying alley he had left behind where most people were still too afraid to walk because of the threat of a curse in the back.
Remembering his bearings well enough he strode through the crowd's past shops such as Eeylops owl emporium, Gambol and Japes and Flourish and Botts. He noticed the attention he was receiving from some of the women with his rather distinctive features. High cheekbones, ebony hair and emerald green eyes were hard to forget.
It brought a smile to his face, he did so like to be appreciated for his looks and power.
He stopped suddenly outside an imposing snow-white multistoried marble building located partway down Diagon Alley, near its intersection with Knockturn Alley.
The wizarding bank Gringotts, run by creatures fueled by greed and envy.
His kind of people, very predictable and easy to ensure the loyalty of.
A rather amusing play on their motto, 'Fortius Quo Fidelius' which meant strength through loyalty. If you remembered to pay them they were very loyal.
Alas, he suffered a minor argument over a vault under his jurisdiction in his last universe and in the ensuing battle had wiped the Goblin race off the face of the Earth in a slight tantrum.
Walking purposefully through the entrance and up the white stairs he ignored the guards with their weird contraptions that some fool had names 'probity probes' and continued into the main hall.
Finding the closest booth with an available goblin he marched up to it, reading the name tag as he did so and asked,
"Where do I find the inheritance department Bank Teller Bogrod?"
The rather grotesque looking thing looked like it was about to spit on him before it pointed a gnarly finger in a general direction and went back to work.
Tempted to kill the creature for its insolence he decided restraint was the best choice in the situation and walked off in the direction of the private offices.
Knocking on the first one he came to he opened it and made his way just as the creature on the other side called for him to come in.
"What do you want wizard." The goblin said with a sneer as he looked up for a second.
"I'm here to claim my birthright. I don't have time for your pathetic attitude so have the blood ritual bowl brought in you miserable piece of shit." Ares said slowly as if talking to a child before reading the nameplate.
Chief Bank Teller Ricbert took a moment to process what he said.
The goblin actually looked ready to jump over the table and eviscerate him, instead it pressed a secret button and a smaller goblin came scuttling in with a runic bowl and dagger.
It placed them in front of the Dark Lord and retreated immediately into a smaller door in the side of the room.
"I, Ares Peverell-Slytherin, do hereby claim the lordships of the Houses Slytherin and Peverell, so mote it be." He intoned as he watched the goblin behind the desk waiting for the magic to kill him upon hearing him dare to claim such ancient and powerful bloodlines.
Slicing the palm of his hand he allowed his blood to flow into the bowl until it was almost full before casting a wandless spell and healing it.
With a creepy look in his eyes, the goblin took the bowl and started speaking gibberish until the bowl seemed to absorb his blood turning it into a scroll of paper.
Taking it out the goblin unscrolled it and handed it to Ares,
"Congratulations wizard, it seems you are actually related to other less stupid wizards." The creature congratulated.
He ignored it and began reading.
Ares Peverell-Slytherin
Titles:
Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Slytherin
Lord Of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Peverell
The Dark Lord Potter/Peverell-Slytherin
Vaults:
Peverell Family Vault
Contents: 678,896 Galleons, 43,245 Sickles, 387 Knuts
Vault 465
Contents: Books on Blood rituals
Slytherin Family Vault
Contents: 178,356 Galleons, 67,456 Sickles, 12 Knuts and books
Vault 327
Contents: Magical heirlooms and Parseltongue books
Vault 653
Contents: 203,456 Galleons, 457 Sickles, 20 Knuts
Familiar Bloodline: Untraceable, 2 Fathers, 1 mother.
Properties:
Slytherin Fort, Scotland (reasonable living condition)
Peverell Manor, Wales (Perfect living condition)
Pontieux Cottage, Toulouse (Liveable condition)
Chamber of Secrets (terrible condition)(houses basilisk)
"The Slytherin vault is a little empty, I assume that is Tom Riddle's fault," Ares concluded.
"Indeed, as the only known surviving heir he was allowed access to the vault. I assume you wish for that to stop now?" Ricbert asked.
"Remove Tom's access and anyone else with permission. Are there any remaining members of my family?" Ares asked.
"Indeed, the most notable relation is Harry Potter," Ricbert admitted.
Ares nodded, he could already think of ways to use this information to his advantage.
"I need you to procure some items for me, a time turner and an ageing amulet," Ares asked.
"Quite easily, although it will take a while, was there anything else?" The goblin questioned.
"I'll need two sets of papers, some for me as just Lord Ares Peverell, Slytherin isn't a very welcome name, and some for my blood adopted son Ares Peverell junior. I plan to enrol myself in Hogwarts as my younger self. " The Slytherin lord explained to the goblin, attempting to go back on the bad first impression he made earlier.
"For a fee of course," Ricbert said with a smirk.
Ares nodded before taking out a list he had written in his mind and conjured.
"These are several companies and industries I want you to invest in, most of them are owned and run by muggles so you will have to be discreet but if you do well, and I know you will you can keep ten percent of profits." Ares offered the list to the greedy looking goblin.
"I'll be sure to do that Lord Peverell-Slytherin. The ministry will be informed of your station as Lord Peverell and nothing more, it will all be confidential until you wish and if your suggestions pay off I will forgive your slight to me." Chief Bank Teller Ricbert declared.
"I am glad to have been of assistance and should you need me I shall be at Peverell Manor," Ares said before turning and making his way back to the door of the office, stopping and opening the door he left the old goblin with some parting words, "Should you or your associates betray me the anger and darkness I shall unleash on this bank and your kind will be the likes of which this world has never seen."
He closed the door behind him gently, yet the entire room shuddered in fear, as the Dark Lord's aura filled the room just as quickly as it disappeared.
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I have re-written chapter two as well as chapter one after someone pointed out to me it was a rather stark contrast in how good the writing was.
I hope this is satisfactory.
