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When the darkest wizard of his age next awoke it was in another unfamiliar location, and it looked very muggle. But it seemed as if the bad potion had begun to wear off, he could fuzzily hear someone in the next room and the room around him seemed to be tinted purple, but he was still detached from his emotions. Voldemort tried to sit up, but still couldn't, but he did manage to move his head and get a better view of the ceiling. When he raised his hand to his face, as it was difficult to move much else, he was puzzled. A chubby little hand hovered a little ways in front of his eyes attached to a chubby little arm. "Gah?" when the Dark Lord heard his own voice he became more confused, everything made no sense, at all.

A huge, thin woman wearing an ugly flora dress came in from the next room and he realized that she wasn't a giant but a normal human and a muggle. Voldemort realized that he must have shrunk or something similar, but when the woman put a bottle in his mouth he knew something had gone very wrong. The only logical explanation was that he was somehow turned into a young child. In all of the Dark Lord's expansive research of the Dark Art he had never come across anything like this. How in the world had this happened? Voldemort pondered this for a long while and came to no conclusion.

After he had finished the bottle, not that he was even aware of finishing it, an uncomfortable feeling rose in his chest. The woman picked up the Dark Lord and burped him a bit hard and he let out a nasty urp all down the back of her dress. She placed him harshly on the floor and started to yell at him, Voldemort, unable to stand leaned against a chair leg. Another baby's cry from above his head distracted her and she rushed off to the other room walking oddly, trying to prevent the back of the dress from touching her back. Voldemort shook his head and was able to stand up weakly, he took a few steps and fell on his stomach. After a few more attempts at walking he gave up and tried crawling. It was easy once he got the hang of it and Voldemort investigated the kitchen, living room, and had just reached a hallway when the woman, in a new dress, found him. She roughly plucked him from the pristine tile and carried him upstairs he unconsciously touched her mind and ordered her to carry him less roughly. Surprisingly she did and Voldemort slightly cocked his head at the unexpected action, he brushed her mind again and ordered her to take him to the bathroom. She complied and took the second door on the top of the stairs, instructed her to hold him up to the mirror. From what Voldemort could see, his vision was still blurry, he looked like a one, maybe two year old with black hair and green eyes. Satisfied he ordered the woman to take him somewhere comfortable and she carried him down the hall and into another boy's room, an unpleasantly plump boy that looked to be three or four.

She set him on the floor and she sat down in a chair looking at him blankly, Voldemort guessed that she was in a imperious like state. What is my name, he thought to her. "Harry James Potter," she answered blankly, so he was in the body of the Potter child, curious. Where am I, "Number Four Privet Drive, Little Whining, Surrey, England, Earth." Tell me how I came to be in the body of a child, how old am I. The woman didn't answer she clutched her throat and made rasping sounds. Stop, why did you not answer? "I don't know how you were changed, I cannot tell you. You are one year and four months old." I see, if you do not know the answer to a question state that you do not know, do not try to choke yourself answering. What is your name, the name of the occupants of this house and why am I here. "My name Petunia Dursley, my son is Dudley Dursley, and my husband is Vernon Dursley. Albus Dumbledore left you on the front stoop of this house and left a letter. Because I am your mother's sister we share blood and Dumbledore set up protections to be sure that you wouldn't be attacked by Voldemort's followers." Why would I be attacked? "Because when he tried to kill you the curse rebounded back onto him, killing him." Voldemort wasn't surprised by the information as he still had no emotions, but for a moment he thought he felt a stirring of it. It was unexpected and that made it dangerous but he couldn't do anything about it at the moment. You will tell no one of what happened today, you will forget it yourself and you will care for me just as well as your son. Understood? "Yes," with that she seemed to blink coming out of a daze, and shook her head, Voldemort ignored her as she changed his diaper and clothes, his thoughts elsewhere.

So the world thought him dead and he was in the body of his supposed defeater living at the house of his likely squib aunt. It was a near deadly blow to his campaign, he would definitely lose most of his followers, either to dead, Azkaban, or public denial. Most of his prestige would be lost, falling to a child, and it would take years until he would be back to his previous prowess. But it opened doors as well, his fame would be a great tool if he used it right, and he would have great privileges. Harry James Potter he thought to himself, testing the name in his mind. I am Harry James Potter.

Six months had passed since Harry Potter arrived at Number Four Privet Drive, and the Dursley family had also changed. Dudley now looked like a healthy almost four year old, having lost a lot of weight under Harry's mental instruction. Vernon too had lost weight and become a far calmer man after Harry removed his ability to feel rage and suppressed his anger to a healthy level. He was promoted in his job and became the Overseer at Grunnings Drills, tripling his paycheck. But Petunia had changed the most, her belly had swelled to obvious degree and was carrying triplets, all magical. Harry thought that it was treachery that had brought him to his current state and decided that he needed a few unwaveringly loyal servants, hence the current state of one Petunia Dursley. They would be invaluable assets once they had grown and been trained by him.

Harry, as he now called himself, had spent the past six months either strengthening his body, watching the television and learning about muggles or studying the entirety of his campaign to conquer the wizarding world in depth. He had found several glaring mistakes that he made, firstly was his hatred of muggleborns, it was irrational, illogical and endangered the existence of the wizarding world. Next was his all too public attacks, it scared the public sheep and lessened his recruiting and sympathizer potential. The muggles had made frightening progress from what he had seen on the television, and so now they were a huge danger to all things magical. Doing magic was still out of his reach, it still seemed to slip through his mental fingers every time he tried to draw it out.

He had been almost feeling his emotions for the past month, they tinged the edges of his mind and struggled to break free. Harry felt that it was only a matter of time until the last lingering effects of the body change ended. Another problem was that his Uncle's sister was coming over and if she was anything like Vernon before he had been toned down she would be a hassle.

"Marge it is a pleasure to see you, how have you been?" Petunia greeted Marge at the door, and the woman barely fit through the front door, followed by a sour looking bull dog. Harry stood just behind Petunia, eyeing the new temporary occupant of the house. Marge's eyes traveled right over him, unable to see him because he didn't want her to.

"Very well Petunia, how are you and the triplets?" Marge asked loudly eyeing his aunt's belly.

"Really well so far, the doctors say that I'm perfectly healthy." Petunia replied beaming.

"Glad to hear it, where's Dudders and Vernon? I've missed them so." Marge asked and was greeted by loud steps on the stairs. Marge did a double take after seeing both of them, they were much thinner than she had last seen them, Vernon simply looked like a large man and Dudley looked a year older than he was.

"Goodness Vernon, are you feeling alright? You're thin as a stick, and Dudley as well." Marge asked unhappily.

"No, no Marge, I just felt like it was time for a change. In any case how are your bulldogs?"

"Very well, Colonel Fubster is taking care of them at the moment. Now you said that Petunia's good for nothing sister dumped off her boy?"

"He doesn't cause much trouble Marge, now lets get you settle in while Petunia puts the boys to bed." Dudley was squirming in his arms and to Marge it seemed as if Harry had suddenly appear next to Petunia holding her dress for balance, Marge jumped at the sight.

"Yes, I think I will have a lie down, I feel faint." Marge said weakly. Uncle Vernon placed Dudley on the floor, picked up Marge's luggage and herded her upstairs to the guest bedroom.

Dudley walked over to his mother tugged on her dress and said "Up," petulantly, Petunia grabbed his hand and answered, "Mummy can't Duddy, come on." She ignored Harry as she guided Dudley up the stairs and Harry easily kept up with them. As Petunia was tucking Dudley in his low bed, Harry got into his own on the other side of the bedroom that he and Dudley shared. Dudley fell asleep almost as soon as he was in the bed, low snores could be heard by the time Petunia reached the door, where she paused for a moment. Harry was almost sure that she was looking at him, but couldn't be sure in the low light. He knew that over the past six months that he had become very suspicious of him, he had seen it in her mind, but she ignored him if he didn't need something. He heard her leave and he pondered the effects that Marge might have until he went to sleep.

Marge had been staying with his family for a week and in that time she had caused a great deal of harm to the mental commands that he had placed in the Dursley Family. Her mere presence had begun tugging the orders, which kept them civil, out of their minds with ease. At the rate it was going now the restraints would be gone in a week at best, and Marge was supposed to go in two. The dog that Marge had brought, Mauly or Molly, Harry wasn't sure which, with her was protecting her mind. The beast was preventing all orders from lasting for more than a few hours and so Harry couldn't send her away. Harry's Aunt Marge presented the first serious problem that he'd had since the body switch and she plagued his thoughts. So now the only option was to rid the Dursley family of Marge permanently, but she couldn't be killed at Number Four, that would cause to many problems and stir Dumbledore's interest, as would any permanent or serious injury in the home. But as luck would have it, as well as a strong mental prod from Harry, Petunia and Marge were clothes shopping for the triplets, Dudley, and Harry.

The trip became quite the ordeal, Marge manage to insult nearly all the clerks and Dudley was screaming because he wanted candy. All in all it seemed a good time to strike, Harry found a little bench nearby, in sight of Marge and threw his mental energies towards her. She seemed to stagger in mid complaint to Petunia. Harry increased the mental pressure tenfold and Marge fell to the ground and started to jerk in odd ways and started to howl in what he assumed to be pain. Her eyes were rolled up into the back of her head and drool was running down the side of her cheek, mixing freely with her tears, her face was twisted in pain. She clawed wildly at her head, messing up her impeccably styled hair and pulling out chunks of it that caught between her fingers. Bloody gouges soon appeared all over her face and head caused by her frantically searching hands with long nails that turned an ugly red. Frowning, as she was causing to much attention to be drawn to her head, Harry lashed out mentally at her left hand and Marge howled louder and began biting the hand savagely. Finally, after nearly twenty seconds Petunia took some action and hit Marge over the head with her purse, making her let go of her hand and Harry relented for a moment.

Marge sobbed loudly and switching between crying and weeping, and Harry struck again, this time targeting her entire body. Another scream broke the temporary interim and Marge began jerking wildly, somehow she managed to stand, only to run head on into a clothing rack, it collapsed underneath her. Several dazed shoppers rushed to her aid after she fell, one man yelling, "Hold her down, she'll hurt herself, call a ambulance." Several people piled on top on the woman and stopped her from further hurting herself. Apparently being to much for Petunia, his aunt rushed over to the dogpile on top of Marge and began hitting the people on the head holding her sister-in-law down with her purse. A large man that had come to late to help hold down Marge easily grabbed both of Petunia wrists easily and pulled her behind a rack, out of sight of Marge and made her sit down. Once she did she wept freely onto the man's shoulder, who obviously felt awkward, he slid out of the seat and was replaced by several also very pregnant woman who seemed to be able to understand her garbled bawling.

Harry, deciding that Marge had been sufficiently punished for being troubling pushed very hard with his mental pressure. Marge back arched and she through off several people, Harry found a weak spot in her mental shield and pushed as hard as he could. The weak spot gave a little then Harry felt the mind shatter, mental energies from the obese woman created a mini mental whirlwind, unseen to the muggles and then it ceased. Marge suddenly went limp, and the people became worried that they had killed her and let go, one of them felt for a pulse and announced, "She's alive."

The shopping trip with Marge had been going well until she fell down screaming. Petunia watched with horror as her Sister in law grabbed madly at her head and scratched her face deeply. Petunia didn't move until Marge started biting her hand, then she impulsively hit her over the head with her purse. Petunia breathed deeply when Marge stopped screaming, distantly gladly that she had stopped drawing attention to them. Then Marge started to shake again, stood and knocked over a rack with nice baby clothes on it, getting it all bloody. Petunia couldn't understand in her current state, near hysterical, why people were jumping on top of her Sister-in-Law. So her stressed mind made up something random, 'Dirty, dirty, sick perverts!,' she thought to herself and she proceeded to try to beat their heads in with her purse, which was quite heavy as she always carried a big torch with her. She managed to knock out a few before a man grabbed her from behind and pulled her out of sight of Marge.

"Oh Vernon," she said aloud, though no one could understand what she said because she was sobbing, "I had the most horrible dream! Marge went crazy and hurt herself and then there were disturbed people trying to do things to her and it was awful." Petunia imagined that she had fallen back to sleep when she saw other women around her, as she didn't go to sleep anyone but her husband, and the bed beneath her was very hard. They were murmuring reassurances to her telling her that it would be alright, and not to worry, doctors could do wonders these days. Petunia decided that she hated this dream, she heard sirens in the distance and was glad that someone was coming to take the horrid dream-Marge away. She sat, slightly rocking, waiting for this horrid dream to end, and she let the dream-ladies lead her to a man dressed in dark blue with a clipboard. He asked several questions and noted her distracted answers on the clipboard, he asked her if she wanted to go to the hospital and she told him no, she didn't want to go anywhere near the ugly dream-Marge. Petunia looked distractedly at where she had fallen down, baby girl's jumpers were sprawled out messily most had blood on them. It broke her heart to see a pretty little white one with ruffles on it smeared with blood, she picked it up and distractedly tried to wipe the blood off of it. It was only when a very upset Dudley came and pinched her very hard on the leg to get attention did she realize that she was not dreaming. She slunk to the floor slowly and started weeping again, tightly clutching the little girl's bloodied jumper to her chest, oblivious to the world around her.

Harry watched impassively as Aunt Marge and the people that his other Aunt had knocked unconscious were loaded into several ambulances. Petunia was oddly distant when she was led over to the EMT and asked questions, only when Dudley came over did she seem to snap out of it. Even as she too was loaded into an ambulance she tightly clutched a bloody jumper to her chest and ignored everyone. Harry slipped off his bench and walked the few feet that separated him and Dudley and slipped his hand into the older boy's. A Bobby that had been questioning the witnesses in the shop came over and picked up Harry and held Dudley's hand tight as he led them over to a police car and placed them in the back seat. It was nearly a half hour before the policeman returned and drove them to the station and another three sitting in a boring office before Vernon came and picked them up on his way to the hospital.

It took another two hours for Petunia to be released and giving antidepressants that were safe for pregnancies and being ordered to rest, she was still clutching the bloody white child's jumper. When Vernon inquired rather forcefully what had happened to his only sister he was escorted to a private room and was told that the doctors had no idea, but on the way over Marge had had two heart attack, three broken ribs, a collapsed lung, and a great deal of blood loss. When the doctor left Vernon grilled Petunia on what had happened and when she had told him she had no idea he became very angry. Uncle Vernon's eyes fell on Harry and his face turn an ugly red, Harry felt the rage suppression completely fail. Vernon charged forwards and raised his hand to strike Harry, but Petunia stepped in his path to both the adults surprise, he pushed her aside roughly and she fell onto a chair. STOP!, Harry mentally shouted and Vernon stopped in his tracks, completely frozen, and Harry harshly reinput the rage suppressor and a dozen other restriction in his Uncle's mind. They took easily without Marge there and in his weak mental state. Harry ordered the man to sit down and put a mild sleep command on him.

To Petunia it seemed a voice out of nowhere yelled stop and Vernon did, then he sat down and went to sleep. She gave a shuddering breath, 'No, this wasn't anything like the freakishness of my sister, this is stronger and more frightening.' Her eyes landed on Harry and she bit her lip slightly, 'Couldn't be him, much to young to do anything,' she nervously rubbed the material of the bloody white jumper.

But it was me Aunt Petunia, I put Aunt Marge in her current state and I stopped your husband from hitting me. She heard a child's voice in her head and the boy turned to face her, green eyes staring blankly at her, a mocking smirk on his childish face. I'm going to make him forget what just happen and prevent it from happening again.

"Leave him alone, you little monster," She bit out, trying not to let her fear show.

There is no need to be afraid dear Aunt, I do not intend to hurt you, him or Dudley. It would attract unnecessary attention to our -happy little family. In any care I could have Vernon inadvertently hurting your unborn children, they are too important to me to risk injury by a ignorant muggle.

"What do you want with my babies? You can't have them, they're normal."

No dear Aunt, they are magical and they will be my most loyal when they are grown, they belong to me.

"No," Petunia said disbelievingly, "They are my children, they will be normal."

Harry approached his Aunt and almost uncaringly placed a hand on her stomach, causing her to flinch away from the contact and scoot further back into her chair. But even though she filched she felt all of the babies kick and she put one hand over her stomach protectively and pressed the little girl's bloody white jumper farther into her chest as dread crept upon her heart. "My babies, the're magic?"

Yes Aunt.

"I won't let them go to Hogwarts, it ruined Lily," she stated shakily.

You don't have a choice in the matter. But as thanks for bearing my three most loyal I will give you three things that you desire. In Harry's mind a trade was the most logical option.

"I, I, you will take care of them?"

Of course, what good is are dead servants? But yes I shall to my best to insure that the three in your belly grow to become loyal servants, you have my word.

Petunia ignored the comment and pondered, 'what do I want.' "Vernon, he isn't always the most romantic man, or the best husband. So I want him to be a good husband. I want to lead a happy life, so if I could forget about this?" She fell silent, petting the jumper as she thought, after a moment she looked down at it, almost surprised to find it there. "A daughter, a normal pretty daughter, can you do that?" She added hesitantly, unsure of the request.

Yes, your three wishes are a good husband, a happy life and a daughter.

"Yes,"

Very well. Harry easily made his Aunt Petunia slip into a light sleep and turn his Uncle Vernon, he added several more restriction and commands and planted them firmly in the man's mind, insuring his good behavior. Turning his attention back to his aunt he gathered the memories of him not being a normal baby and locked them in a deep corner of her mind and disguised them as memories of her wedding. Mind altering done he woke both of them up and Vernon was appropriately comforting to Petunia as she relaid the tale of what had happen on this horrible day.

Unseen to both his aunt and uncle Harry picked up the bloody little jumper and hid it within his aunt's purse, a reminder of what had happened.

Uncle Vernon being the good husband dropped both children off at Old Lady Figg's house, deciding that Aunt Petunia needed a few days to recover from her terrible shock.

So what do you all think? Tried to make it kind of chilling and make everyone realize that 'Harry' is still the Dark Lord, sorta. Please review! This chapter has not been beta'ed, and I still need one, volunteers?

Thanks to Barranca and Dream Red for reviewing.