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AN: So here comes Voldoemort. No new material at all, just put up as it was before. Next Omake shall take a while, I cannot even remember if I have any old material around somewhere so the next one will probably be new content. Enjoy (or skip it, whatever floats your boat).


OMAKE: Voldoemort.

It was over. Voldemort couldn't help but laugh evilly as the prophecy had been fulfilled and he was victorious. None had been able to live while the other lived, and one had indeed died at the hand of the other, his hand and Potter's limp body lay at his feet with the paleness only ever found in corpses, vampires, or Neville Longbottom when facing Severus Snape.

And so Voldemort laughed and laughed, and continued to laugh until everyone in the room was certain that he had gone bonkers. But that was OK, most students had taken the chance to flee the castle any way they could, taking advantage of the fact that the Death Eaters, disposable minions as they were, had been forced to follow the unwritten rule of laughing alongside their leader. And Tom could certainly laugh a lot.

And even if the man was capable of making the world tremble in fear by the mere glimpse of the pointy teeth that poked out of his mouth as he laughed, the most dreaded thing in whole Great Britain was what would come when he was done laughing.

Time-skip

Lord Voldemort sat in a throne built from the bones of his enemies. The skulls of Muggles and Muggleborn children that hadn't been used in dark rituals had been used to decorate the armrest. To match his throne of bones, he had a bone-made stool made from the bones of none other that his former nemesis Harry Potter. It had been the perfect place to put the remains of The-Boy-who-Dared-to-Live: beneath his feet.

Life was good... or at least it was if you were Voldemort. The rest of the world was plain miserable, not that the new king of the world cared. After the Dark Lord had "purified" Great Britain from those without magic, those who were born of that scum and what was left of the resistance, he went to take care of the rest of the world. In his centuries as ruler of the world, Voldemort had forced every important country to submit or stop existing, he had murdered puppies and baby seals, tortured followers and enemies without distinction, peed in Dumbledore's grave, turned Hogwarts into his evil-overlord-castle, and spent every moment terrorizing the world at large while making sure to commit every single sin in the book. It was an era of depravity like nothing the world had ever seen, and the agony carried over in what felt like forever.

It wasn't actually forever though, the man did die. After all, his supply of unicorn blood was bound to run out after the corruption of the world had poisoned the sacred beings until they were no more.

Lord Voldemort died for the second and last time (not counting his Horcruxes) at the very advanced age of 1023. It was a day that would have been worthy of spilling tears of happiness if not for the fact that, if Tom Marvolo Riddle died, he would be taking as many people as he could with him. Having had a millennium to plan, the second he died was the very same the world perished.

...

Everything was white.

The floor was white.

The ceiling was white.

The walls were white.

He was... not white. Lord Voldemort, oldest person ever, was looking his normal colored self. Meaning, he looked more wrinkled that a balled sheet of paper and could be mistaken by the lovechild some an ugly snake and a taller version of Senator Palpatine.

Being dead was not like he expected. It certainly hadn't crossed his mind that the realm of death would be identical to that small, ratty room in the orphanage where Albus Dumbledore had told him he was a wizard.

Death had not been what he expected either.

Especially since Death had turned out to be an entity. A very pissed off entity.

It was without any fanfare and barely a word, that Lord Voldemort was thrown into the rebirth circle.

Unknown to Voldemort, he had now earned himself a punishment which the being that was in charge of putting an end of all existence had been once planning to use on the fool that ever became 'Master of Death'.

Had Voldemort known what fate he would be facing after he died, he would have let Harry Potter win the battle of Hogwarts... well, not really. It might have crossed his mind though.

Time lost meaning as fetus-Voldoemort floated in a bloody womb. He had no idea what was happening and passed every second he had kicking and trying to skin the inside of the doe he hadn't been birthed out of yet. Needless to say that Voldoemort was the worst baby any doe could ever have, even before birth.

Historians one day would look back to the day the words "Congratulations, it's a beautiful doe," were spoken by one Nara Shikaku, and consider it the day the ninja world was doomed...

The-Dark-Lord-that-became-a-doe wasn't happy. Why wasn't the Dark Lord happy? Because he became a doe. Duh.

The thing is, Voldoemort had been forced to pretend he was a docile being until he was able to feed from grass. The humiliation of breast-feeding from a doe wasn't as big as the fact that he was depending on an animal for his survival. There was that, and that he looked all cute and fuzzy. Voldoemort didn't even have his creepy red eyes to make himself more frightening than the other does. In fact, his eyes had the same brown shade they used to have before his rebirth ritual in the graveyard, which weren't too different from the eyes of your regular deer.

To make things more annoying, Voldoemort could feel some of his magic singing in his veins, begging him to use it to blast his doe-mother so it would stop licking him/her whenever it pleased.

...

It took barely a couple of months for the most evil overdoe in the multiverse to get emancipated from his pack of deer in the Nara forest. After all, it was only a matter of time until he met the first snake minion in said forest, and began building his army anew.

...

Voldoemort had his eyes closed as he tried to pull the magic in the world around him into his body. It had taken him a while to get hold of ambient magic, which was referred to by the local snakes as 'Nature Chakra' until he came around, or more accurately until the snakes 'reverse summoned' him to their pocket dimension full of snakes.

Each and every single snake was bound to bend to Voldoemort, for he was a Parselmouth. It was a rule engraved in nature, even across universes, that those marvelous creatures would ally themselves with the powerful wizards capable of proving themselves worthy by the use of this rare branch of magic. The first command the man made was to have the snakes keep an ear on the ground for him and report back everything they learnt from the humans (ninja, apparently) that ruled the world at wide. Meanwhile, Voldoemort spent the days figuring out how to use his powerful magic in his new body. Because, even if his new form was a pathetic one, he knew that a trivial thing like body shape was only a mere obstacle to any wizard worth their salt.

Voldoemort shall take over the world as his master, just as Voldemort had done with Earth the first time around. For the time being though, he would merely bide his time.

And the once ruler of the Earth had it in good authority that becoming the supreme ruler of everything greatly depended on the timing of his first strike...

It took slightly more than two years for the moment to make his move to arrive. The ninja - scattered, pathetic, primitive and simply bound to be ruled - had gotten into a war with some amateur that had been fixated on some silly dream of making a perfect world by putting an hypnotic eye on the moon...

No wonder that plan failed. It was downright stupid.

That Madara fool was eventually defeated by this world's golden trio, which seemed specially pathetic after the three of them decided to beat each other up due to reasons that he didn't care about in the slightest. Still, Voldoemort kept rapt attention on the battle until the two shinobi he had once deemed a threat (and their pink-haired friend) did a fine job of rendering themselves unable to do as much as standing up on their own.

Now that the resident madman had been taken care of and every other ninja was too winded to keep on fighting, Voldoemort made his move.

Needless to say, that takeover was the easiest world takeover he had ever made. It wasn't a surprise though; a bunch of barbarians that didn't deign call magic by its proper name had nothing on the forces Albus Dumbledore had once thrown at him.

That is not to say that destroying all future resistance (at least those which could ever hope to be effective) to his reign in one clean swoop wasn't entertaining.

Ninja couldn't believe an army of snakes led by a doe was slaughtering them all.

Most of them probably thought they were caught in the magic illusion they called "Genjutsu" up until the moment they met Death in that horrid, white world.

But never mind that. Now that the local magic users had been put down for good, Voldoemort had a lot of things to do.

Building a new empire was a lot of work after all.

END OF THE OMAKE


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AN: For those who are wondering how Reverse-Animagus-Harry would have conquered the ninja world, he would have stricken the same canon moment Voldoemort did. Reason = I cannot imagine a doe ruling over ninja unless it would have stricken the single moment in canon when all shinobi were too beaten and chakra exhausted to do anything to stop summon snakes led by a magical doe. I hope you understand the logic.