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A/N: we are going darker again! Well for a little while, we are still in happy hippy Hogwarts so we need to wait for the end of the year before I unleash my inner-Poe.
22/04/17: procrastinating again.
02/01/18: Any dialogue by Headmaster Dippet is voiced by David Attenborough, everyone else is as your mind creates… or as per the movies if you prefer.

James Pott… Dumbledore stormed into the castle in a spitting fury, he had heard about the duel and was pissed. The conditions were imbecilic, his son the saviour of wizarding Britain could now no longer claim any lordships due to the actions of his first child! He was livid that his child would get hit by every girl from all three schools once, and he was doubly aware that there hadn't been any clarification on where they may hit. The Weasley brat was of lesser importance and thus forgotten.
"Albus!" James Dumbledore raged as he stormed into the great hall, just as the first strike was thrown against his son. "Stop this at once!" He shouted as he drew his wand. Silence fell over the room before a click was heard from behind him.
"Hello Old man."

Chapter 3: As in the past, so in the present.

(Pendulum: Shiki OST) Warning Dark themes till next line break!

"Harry," James growled as he turned to see his firstborn pointing a gun at him with an impassive look. "Not even got a hug for your father?"

"You gave that right up years ago, by blood I am your brother more than your son. I guess you didn't get the memo for that then? Charles blood adopted me, he feared that your link to Dumbledore would allow you to sever the blood ties. We couldn't get to Iris quick enough though so when you attempted to murder her… I became a father at the young age of 14. Though that was when Iris no longer saw you as her father." Harry stated before kicking out and shattering James's left kneecap.

"James!" McGonagall shouted.

"Shut it!" Harry shouted, firing a shot that shattered a brick beside her head. "Now where was I…? Ah yes. The day that I viewed you as a piece of filth… strangely it is a day most other people celebrated, that Halloween night. Do the people know the coward in their midst? The Oathbreaker? The man that turned and ran in the face of the man he swore to fight to his last breathe?" Harry asked as he pushed the smoking barrel of the gun into the centre of James' forehead, eliciting a scream of the man.

The entire room was in silence as the soldier… there was no other word, tortured the man in front of them. More than one student threw up, but he had barely even started yet.

"You seem to be forgetting something James… I ordered you never to show your face in front of me again, nor to my family for that matter, or the next time I would make the pain that Iris suffered through your actions seem like a beautiful dream. So then James Dumbledore welcome to your waking nightmare." Harry added with a twisted grin as he pulverised James's other knee joint.

"Mr Potter stop this at once!" Dumbledore raged as he flared his aura to its highest point, making it so that every European student and most of the younger Salem students had difficulty breathing.

"Be silent you old fool! I have a vendetta against this man, and you well know that the only ways to end one is for one side or the other to perish or forfeit their magic." Harry growled as he pointed his gun at the elderly professor, ignoring the pitiable whimpering of the man-child at his feet as blood pooled, leaving a macabre carpet at his feet.

"Such an action has not been authorised by the Ministry!" Crouch roared.

"Not yours perhaps but ours has… as well as placing active bounties on all marked death eaters, with the highest being Lucius Malfoy if memory serves at 2 million with the complete family wealth of the mark if killed in a duel or 'any means that the Rite of Conquest can be enacted' If not then the line was to be… extinguished." Iris stated as she had her gun trained on Crouch, the rest of the Salem students following suit with their own targets.

"Are you truly that evil that you would kill entire families" Dumbledore demanded, trying to turn the foreign students away from Salem and with them their respective countries.

"Evil… tell me something Dumbledore what makes someone evil? How can you define evil? Is it the biblical definition? In that case, we are all evil within this hall." Harry started gaining shouts of anger from the Gryffindors "Or is it a more social definition? Is a thief evil, even if they are stealing to feed their starving family? Is a killer evil, if it is in defence of their loved ones? Are lawyers evil… actually, don't answer that one as it is a yes. Is a soldier evil? If yes then we as people are the demons who send that soul to perdition; if no then you validate that it is fine to kill." Harry continues.

"It is always evil to kill!" Dumbledore roars.

"Then you are the evilest man in this room," Iris replied with an icy tone.

"What?!" All of those from Hogwarts shouted.

"Interesting point there, sister. Well either him or Igor over there, Snape was too much of a coward to fight on the front lines in his little masquerade group. They have both killed and indiscriminately at that, not caring for the justification or which side the corpse belonged. Though I would have to say that in Dumbledore's case it is because he couldn't aim straight. A regiment of infantry and another of Armour I believe were killed by him, and he was aiming for a single man… I have heard of pay and spray or shock and awe tactics but really that is ridiculous." Harry stated with a sigh.

"It was war!" McGonagall shouted, looking stricken.

"Correct! That was war, the little tea party that Dumbledore tried to have with Tommy boy, on the other hand, wasn't. I have to ask vanquisher of Grindelwald, how many died because you stayed your hand from a monster? How many people lay in graves that should be empty by your inaction? How many children were orphaned or worse by you procrastination?" Iris demanded.

"Everyone deserves a second chance!" Dumbledore insisted.

"Chances are earned, so far I have yet to find a Death Eater that has earned one," Beckman stated.

"I believe we have strayed from the point," Harry said with a cough. "Dumbledore from your perspective I am evil to mine and my sister you are, to the Slytherins you are and to the monkeys in red and gold it would be the Slytherins. Too put it in a way for the first year Ravenclaws and most of the Gryffindors can understand Evil is a matter of perspective, and I reject your definition." Harry ended with a growl.

"What of Voldemort then? Is he not evil?!" Dumbledore bellowed sounding slightly hysterical.

"He does evil, he speaks evil, he hears evil, but he is just a catalyst at the end of the day. He could have been stopped within days but you and others in similar positions attempted to appease him rather than stop the rot. Twice that tactic has failed now and both within your lifetime, you would think you would have learnt after the first time." Harry growled. "To me, the man who orders a soldier to hold their fire whilst they are being torn to shreds is by far the worse evil."

"So you would allow his action!" Dumbledore demanded.

"No. I would kill him and all his supporters, destroy the system that gave rise to him and remove the corruption that festered for so long that they were allowed to exist in the first place." Harry stated.

"I would do much the same, but I would go a step further and wipe the slate clean. Erase all evidence of his name, he wanted immortality so give him obscurity. He needed to be feared so make it so that he is pitied. " Iris stated.

"I think you will find most Wizards that aren't indoctrinated by your way of thinking believe similar methods needed to be used," Celeste stated as she kept her AA12 covering Harry's right flank, pointed directly at Snape.

"Or want to just bury Wizarding Britain as a whole, you understand esse?" Pablo added as he covered Harry's other flank with his rifle, aimed at Flitwick.

"We can say it slower if you need it?" Charlie stated with a grin as he gazed at the opposite side of the hall from the rest of the generals, hand resting on his LMG that was roughly aimed at the staff table.

"Or do you have some sort of ailment that affect the brain? I know that Britain is very… Victorian in their treatment of such but we do have some care homes for senile wizards in America that I can recommend for you." Susan says with her dagger-like smile, her Sig sitting comfortably in her right hand.

"We don't care what you think Dumbledore. So I have to say this to you, retire and take Susan's offer as it the best you're going to get. Got it memorised?" Harry asked, mentally kicking himself for quoting a certain fire wielding redhead.

(Line Break)

"… Am I the only one who finds it creepy when they do that?" Beckman asked the others from Salem, only to receive shrugs in reply.
Whilst this confrontation was going on, no one noticed Hermione Granger who had been beating Ron Weasley with a ladle… after crotch kicking James Jr. She had been ostracised within Gryffindor for three years, three years of being looked down on because she came to a school to actually study! Three years of taunts and insults and she could finally get her revenge without getting detention or a point's loss… Yes, Hermione was a happy girl at the moment but she knew it couldn't last, soon everything would go back the way it was before. So she had been investigating the other school, she was initially interested in Salem like most of the students, but the militaristic style of education wouldn't work for her. Beauxbaton, on the other hand, looked interesting and she wouldn't have to deal with the likes of Potter and Weasley ever again, it certainly helped that she spoke French fluently.

Sounds of pain other than James Dumbledore's finally started to draw people's eyes away from the entrance of the hall and over towards the two targets of righteous female anger (1). "That will teach you to call me a buck-toothed bookworm you troglodyte!" Hermione shouted as she cracked Ron between the legs with the ladle.

The Gryffindors, other than the two on the receiving end of the beating, made an immediate note not to piss her off anymore. The Slytherins made a note to direct her at people they didn't like. The Hufflepuffs crapped themselves. The Ravenclaws made a note to ask her if he wanted to join them in studying as her vocabulary got more and more varied with each swing, dipping into multiple foreign languages. McGonagall immediately wanted to get her into golf with a swing like that. The Beauxbaton students were cheering her on as were the girls from Durmstrang... the males, on the other hand, were crossing their legs and avoiding looking at the pained face of the youngest male Weasley.

"Let the rest have a turn lass!" Harry shouted, which seemed to shock her out of what she was doing.

"I've nearly finished, they can hit Idiot Junior whilst they wait!" She shouted back, as she tried to end Ron's chances of continuing the Weasley line.

"Miss Granger you will stop this at once!" Dumbledore shouted, turning to face her.

"Fine, I think I got my point across to this brain-dead garbage disposal unit." She growled as she went back to join the other Gryffindor girls, getting her back patted by the flying foxes.

"Hey, lass! If Hogwarts isn't working out for you send us an owl and I'll recommend you for Salem or Ilvermorny, with a swing like that you are wasted on the British." Harry shouted, before chuckling at the shocked expression on her face.

"I was thinking of asking to transfer to Beauxbaton but if they turn me down I will contact you, probably for Ilvermorny I don't think I would fit too well into Salem." She replied, catching the attention of Madam Maxime.

"Salem isn't for everyone," Iris stated with a shrug.

"We will talk later Miss Granger." Madam Maxime said, looking thoughtful.

"Now then, Ladies… I believe you have a pair of perverts to punish." Harry stated with a grin, as the ladies of Hogwarts, Beauxbaton, Durmstrang and Salem advance on the two boys. Charles would be lucky to be having children in future, let alone going to the Ball… even walking to the second task was debatable with where the girls were hitting; Ron would forever more be singing soprano.

It seemed that the Hogwarts students had finally learned to back off after the boys beating, and that both of them were still in the hospital wing may have had something to do with it, so the weeks leading to the Yule Ball passed with only the minor interruption of the discovery of what the second task would pertain to, and plans made by the Salem students to defend themselves as they refused to allow the generals to be placed under the lake by what the termed as idiotic Europeans.

Needless to say, when word reached Dumbledore he demanded to know why they refused to allow them to do their job, the general reply was that if they had done that in the first place Salem wouldn't have been here. Needless to say, he wasn't impressed and tried to lean on Beckman to get the students to comply, he especially didn't appreciate Beckman laughing at him for that. In the end with a third of the competitors refusing to cooperate with the second task, and due to the magic not affecting them as they would have pre-emptively protected their targets, a rapid rethink was needed and a Duelling tourney was decided upon… mainly as all the candidates for the Salem champions' targets were followed everywhere by ten other students, who were all armed and reached for their weapons each time a judge for the tournament came anywhere near them.

As the other Champions were informed there was a mixed reaction: Cedric was ambivalent, he would have asked the others in Hufflepuff for help and advice in any case; Fleur was elated, as she was part Veela she was weakened in water; Krum was annoyed, partly due to having already practiced his technique for this stage and because he would have to face the Salem Marshal in a duel; James Jr Dumbledore, after losing his family name he was immediately snapped up by James and Albus before any other houses tried to grab the acclaim of 'Saving the Boy-Who-Lived', was excited as he thought he could face his former brother and win, as Harry had to be cheating James was the boy-who-lived… we never said that James Jr was the intelligent twin, or gained any of Lily's positive traits for that matter. Harry was rubbing his hands together in glee, time to call Zelretch for some more prank spells. Iris just sweat dropped at her older brother's reaction.

In what seemed like no time at all Christmas descended upon Hogwarts… in all its frigid glory. The Salem students were mostly snowed in and the Beauxbaton students weren't doing much better, Durmstrang had a very different problem as the water surrounding their ship had frozen through causing the ship to turn into an icebox. The Hogwarts students just said that it was quite warm for the season. Hagrid the lovable idiot was felling pine trees for the castle and asking people for help bringing them in, Harry being the sadistic instructor that he was ordered the squaddies he thought were slacking to take the trees in in their underwear.

The main hall of Hogwarts was truly a sight to behold with the huge pine trees flanking the entrance and multi-coloured lights drifting aimlessly through the hallway. Snow covered the floor, though it was warm to the touch it never melted, even though the hall was just warm enough to flush the cheeks of the people entering.

As the days ticked away towards the Yule ball, Harry received a welcome reprieve from his assigned bed arrangements as Daphne had confirmed that she was going to be at the ball and that she would be wearing her amethyst coloured dress so he was to dress appropriately.

However, with all this merriment going on other actors in the story were not enjoying themselves.

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In Little Haggleton in the Riddle Manor, not all was well for the three occupants, things were going very poorly and had been for years. Let's start by looking at the weakest person and moving up, shall we?

Peter Pettigrew, otherwise known as Wormtail, was aptly nicknamed as he was not even brave enough to be a whole worm he was half of one. A spineless maggot of a man who sold his friends out and caused two of them to die, the first Lily Potter nee Evans he sold out to the Dark Lord Himself as he was made secret keeper thus her blood is as much on his hands as his masters the other though was very different. Sirius Orion Black was killed by Peter Pettigrew not by skill or by strategy, not even luck played a part in this… Sirius Black is killed by Pettigrew's stupidity when he blew up a gas main (2) to fake his death, 12 other people were also killed in the explosion but none were pertinent to the story either past or going forwards so they are not mentioned.

Next, we have one Bellatrix Lestrange who escaped Azkaban some time ago after killing a guard and steal a wand, the reason why the guard was in the cell with his pants down will be left to your own imagination. As soon as Bellatrix was free of Azkaban she immediately went to Gringotts and removed Hufflepuff's cup and used it as a focus for scrying to locate her master, finding his location to be Albania but missing his shade as it hitched a ride on the back of one Quirinus Quirrell's head.

A year later the shade returned to the forest in Albania and found his most faithful witch waiting for him with one of his Horcruxes, at first her master was enraged that his objects of immortality was this vulnerable until a thought occurred to him as his mind cleared the closer he came to the cup.

The Horcruxes may make him immortal but they neither made him invincible nor invulnerable… so he reabsorbed the part of his soul that was inside the cup and felt a fog he never noticed start to lift the near-constant anger did somewhat abate, the plans and ideas that previously seemed foolproof now seemed asinine. He now knew the fatal flaw with his plan for immortality, with each Horcrux he made the more of himself he chipped away if he had made anymore he was likely to have lost himself completely. Now a new plan was formed and he needed a new body to complete it. Bellatrix offered, begged, her master to use hers but he refused… no, he had a more permanent plan in the works and he required Potter blood to achieve it.

Knowing that he needed only one Horcrux to remain he sent Bellatrix out to retrieve all the others bar the ones in Lucius' possession and the one weakening Hogwarts' wards scheme as well as feeding the curse on the DADA post, purely to lower the standard of any resistance he would face not out of petty revenge… no matter what anyone says. What he found made his blood run cold, the only Horcrux that had been where he intended, that he had access to, was the cup the ring was gone, taking the resurrection stone with it, the locket had been exchanged with a replica and Riddle could feel that at least one Horcrux had been destroyed. But, Riddle reminded himself, there had to be at least one of his Horcruxes in existence otherwise the homunculus body that he was using wouldn't be able to house his fractured soul.

Looking back, with a clearer mind, Riddle could blame two people for his current state Albus Dumbledore, and his handling of himself as a child, and the Potter brat.

The long waited flashback to that Halloween night… Will be the next flashback, we first look at how Tom was treated when he voiced concern over his living accommodation over the summer:

"Now Mr Riddle I understand why you would want to leave the orphanage that you had been raised in." Said headmaster Dippet, "But we cannot allow you to remain here over the summer, mainly as we only keep a minimal staff here during that time."

"Is there a wizarding family that might foster me, sir?" The 12-year-old Riddle asked.

"I'm afraid such ideas are quite foreign in our side of the veil as it were. I'm afraid the only option is for you to return to the orphanage lad." Dippet replied sounding contrite.

"Are there any wizarding families that can adopt me then, please sir?" Riddle begged.

"Once again my boy, two sides of the veil are very different in this regard. Adopting an orphan within a wizarding family is very dangerous to both the adopter and the adoptee, especially with how intertwined the pureblood families are now. If the two families have a 3 generation or less connection to a family that is either in blood feud or even enmity then the adoption will fail, likely killing both parties. In most cases, the only successful adoption is those that occur directly after the adoptee has been subjected to 'Secabit ex consanguinitatis propinquitate iungantur' a very nasty piece of magic that requires permission from one of the governing powers of our nation. In your case however Mr Riddle it would be impossible to commit as we require the blood of one of your parents for the ritual to be enacted, as a matter of fact this is the only piece of blood magic other than identification and adoption that is not censored or illegal according to both the Ministry and the ICW…, in fact, I believe that outside places like Haiti and other disparate magical communities it is also illegal."

"Is there no way for me to avoid there sir… it is not a very nice place to live at all sir." Riddle pleaded.

"I'm sorry Mr Riddle but the only other option would be to relocate you to an orphanage within our community but I'm afraid that route has been bared to me by a member of my own staff. The only way we can remove a Muggleborn, which we are going under the assumption you are, orphan from an orphanage is if the first person who visits them from a magical institution, IE Ministry or ourselves, deems the place unfit for habitation. And Professor Dumbledore believes that the orphanage is as good as or better than some of our own, so I am afraid my hands are tied." Dippet said sounding contrite.

"Why would he do that sir?" Young Riddle despaired, feeling as though the man that had given him the hope of leaving the abuse and hate had betrayed him. In the future, Riddle would look back and remember this as the moment that he came to hate Dumbledore as well as the moment he decided that he needed to be strong even if that meant he had to delve into the very blackest of magicks.

"I am afraid I cannot say, Mr Riddle… I can only say I am sorry and to remind you that you cannot use magic over summer. I would advise that you head back to your dorm and pack, the train leaves early tomorrow." Dippet said as the door to his office opened with a gesture.

Switch from Character flashback to important one:

It was Halloween and a full moon was high in the sky, in the small village, on the Welsh border, Godric's Hollow the stars were the main light in the sky millions of lights shining with the moon in the foreground. On this night the residents of this sleepy little village refused to have any artificial lights on, only using candles or lanterns to move around… not that many wizards used electricity in the first place. Under this painted sky there was a scene of childish fun and games and smiling indulgent parents… feeling they were safe even though the war that was raging was a scant few miles away. As the children went door to door asking the nights question there was a group of figures moving around the village disillusioned so as not to be seen they moved to stand near different houses, if the residents could see these figures there would be fear and panic. The War came to Godric's Hollow this night.

As the old Clocktower in the town hall struck 10 PM the death eaters enacted their plans and set fire to the ten house at random points through the village. Riddle, or as he was known to his peons Lord Voldemort, however, moved with purpose towards to property that the Potter's currently resided in. He had been informed of a prophecy by one of his more intelligent servants, Snivels Snap or some such, as he was the only Dark Lord that was active at present his servant thought that the prophecy pertained to him. Riddle, however, thought the prophecy was too vague but would serve as a good enough excuse for a raid, especially if he could use it as a cover to extract some personal revenge after all this was a political campaign he couldn't be seen as being personal about this.

The only reason that Riddle was taking part in this raid is because he wanted to hurt one Charles Potter for weakening his rise to power so thoroughly: because to Charles Potter he no longer had spies within the ministry, as any person found to be sympathetic to his cause was summarily fired and investigated; all of his allies in the Wizengamot had been thrown out, other than the house of Black but they had since distanced themselves from him other than Bellatrix and her cousin whose name escaped him; The Aurors were permitted to use deadly force, in truth this was the worst blow as they had been making major head way in territory until this point; and finally, Charles Potter's Son was funding Dumbledore, now the last report he received was from the previous month but all of the preceding ones were the same so he doubted there would be a change there.

The ten houses were burning and the Death eaters dropped their cover to fan the chaos. Women screamed and begged as Death eaters fell upon them, men tried to fight but were poorly prepared and were already demoralised by the carnage… they fell quickly. The children died cut down in the crossfire, never the original targets even if Riddle towed the blood purity party line he understood that the society would die if they didn't get fresh blood in so ordered his troops to avoid killing children when at all possible… he also told his troops that as long as the women survived they may do as they wished. Abortion was not legal within the magical side of Britain, and in the years since his campaign began, there had been a steep rise in the number of bastards birthed by widows or well any female that was in the area that Death Eaters had raided (3).

Whilst his troops were enjoying the festivities Riddle made his way to Dumbledore Cartref, a name that harked back to the family's Welsh roots, the two-story townhouse that was more modern than its surroundings, the fool's muggle loving ways seemed to be more familial than he first thought pity. One of his more useful spies but useless soldiers had given him the valuable information that leads to him standing here, Pettigrew one of the few spies he had that gave actionable information about the old fool, the secret to unlocking this particular Fidelious spell he also told him that the Potters were gathering her, even the heir that Lord Potter had taken from his parents though he didn't know why. Riddle strode towards the door and nearly got knocked to one side as the door swung inwards and a man ran out.

James Potter stared in shock at the man, no the monster, in front of him. Lord Voldemort was the vengeful demon of his and most wizards' nightmares. James Potter didn't stand to fight that night, as soon as his brain registered who was in front of him he apparated, leaving a bemused Dark lord behind.

"They seem to have mislaid the Potter mould with that one." Voldemort chuckled as he walked into the house to see the shocked faces of the females in the Potter household and the back of the eldest son's hand as it covered his face.

"Mustn't agree with the Dark Lord, even when the snake faced bastard is right." Grumbled Harry Potter.

"Harry get upstairs!" Dorea Potter, nee Black, shouted as she drew her wand, Lily following suit.

"Not going to make much of a difference." The child grumbled as he retreated up the stairs.

"I feel I must agree with the child, if you drop your wands I will promise to spare you both and your eldest lives." Voldemort lied.

"Never," Lily growled.

"Oh, Snape will be so disappointed. He begged that I save you for him." Voldemort sneered, as he started to launch dark cutting and piercing spells at the pair.

"As if I'd let that greasy limp dicked bastard touch me again!" Lily roared as he sent her own fuselage of spells back, though fewer and weaker than his own she had the help of Dorea who helped to bridge the gap.

"Again!?" A voice shouted down from the stairs.

"Harry go to your room!" Lily shouted.

"I don't have a room here." The voice replied.

"As amusing as this is my dear, with the Imperious curse permission isn't required. I've been told that only the truly strong-willed can break its hold on them, some of the things your niece… or whatever relation it is in the house of Black I swear you are like a creeper rather than a tree so many interconnected vines… Bellatrix uses her victims for even turns my stomach I didn't know some of those things were possible with the person living through it… and that is just what she does to them sexually." Voldemort says with a slasher's grin.

"I'll see that she is removed from the house of Black once we have finished with you." Dorea snarled as she sent darker spells at Voldemort. Between shielding and dodging he had yet to be hit by any of the two women's spells, they, on the other hand, had been hit by a few of his spells bleeding cuts were apparent on both women.

"I believe play time is over ladies, if you drop your wands now I'll let you live." Voldemort drawled as he shielded two piercing curses. "Not interested? More fun for me then." He hissed as he started firing killing curses.

Dorea fell first shoving Lily out of the way of the spell, it was all for nought though as she soon followed her in-law as she took the curse to the chest trying to bar the stairs. With a negligent wave of his wand, Voldemort was ascending the stairs towards the twins' room.

"Flux!" Harry shouted from the top of the stairs a ball of arcane energy launching itself from his hand, as he shouted the spell. Voldemort laughed as he cast the shield spell but had to dodge back down the stairs as the ball slid straight through it.

"Very interesting," Riddle said as he had to dodge three more spheres. "I'll let you live boy, even if it is just to find out what type of magic this is, but your siblings have to die."

"Wind!" Was the replying spell. The blade of wind rushed forwards before Riddle could get his shield up and sliced his cheek open whilst nicking his shoulder. "Still can't aim these too well," Harry grumbled.

"You just get more and more interesting boy… but my patience wears thin. Give up now and I'll leave you mostly intact." Riddle shouted sending concussive spells up the stairs.

"Yeah, I'm really going to trust the word of a megalomaniac with a snake fetish…" Harry drawled sarcastically before sending another flux spell with a wind spell behind it.

Riddle snarled as he sent a dark cutting curse back at Harry, detonating the flux spell as it was between the two but was too slow to dodge the wind spell as it sliced into his side. "Enough games." Riddle snarled as he advanced up the stairs firing spells as quickly as he could.

Harry knew this was a bad idea at the time but he was not in the mood to play dead so he tried to return fire, sadly none of the spells even reached halfway to the approaching dark lord. This trend continued until his back was pressed against the door to his sibling's room "Could really use a Deus ex Machina here." Harry grumbled as he nursed his slashed arm.

"That depends on Young Harry, what do I get out of it?" The Emyrs ring glowed.
"I would owe you one unconditional favour…" Harry grumbled, not really understanding what he could give a ring.

"Hmm… tempting. Alright, you will owe me a single favour… when I come to collect it I will call you by your full title." The ring glowed again before Harry lost control of his body.

"Now then let's see what we have to work with… A very mature core for your age and 50 double ex-rated Prana channels. Oh, I can work with this." The being controlling Harry stated as a very sinister grin split his face. With a negligent wave of his hand, a complex seal appeared in front of him "This is how you use my spells boyo!" As the seal flashed hundreds of flux spells fired at the same time some missing completely others stopped by Riddle's spells but some… some hit.

Riddle howled in pain as his right arm and leg were destroyed. "How the!?" Was as far as he got before another volley of spells rocketed towards him. Riddle was reacting instinctually now as he was very rightly shocked, no child should be this magically powerful especially as the boy had barely been holding him back when he was toying with him. Deciding that overkill was the better strategy here Riddle unleashed a torrent of Fiendfyre hoping to end the threat of both the boy and possibly the twins that may kill him in the future.

"Now you are getting interesting." 'Harry' Shouted as he fired multiple light and wind spells to direct the fire back at Riddle, who seeing where this was going dispelled the fire. "I'd best hurry this up the kid can't keep up this output for much longer. Watch closely now only one person has seen this spell and survived… I guess the kid will be two. Gespenst" a huge purple seal appeared in front of Harry crackling with energy before a second appeared behind Riddle trapping him in place as the power built between the two seals he tried in vain to escape, firing every spell he could think of. When the power in the seals reached its zenith the space between the two seals collapsed obliterating everything between them on the atomic level.

A dual-toned scream rends the air as a black mist formed in the void and rocketed out of the destroyed roof. Harry promptly fell to his knee's feeling completely drained but still felt the spirit leaving him. "Go to the fireplace and floo to the Jewel keeper's Lab I will meet you there… after a fashion." The spirit in the ring intoned before it went dead and rapidly tarnished until the ring looked dull.

The rest was a blur for young Harry as he dragged himself to the fireplace, never seeing the small figure of his sister staring at him from the door nor did he know as he left that two people came to the house one after the other… firstly Severus Snape who left swiftly after seeing Lily dead, then an hour later when the fire within the town had finally put themselves out James Potter returned home know what he would find…

Flashback end, I hope that clears things up a bit and clouds others.

Riddle continued to grumble even as he was fed the potion to preserve his homunculus body, though if the Einzbern heard him refer to the body as such they would both scoff at him and then experiment on him in varying orders… repeatedly.

Hogwarts: The day of the Yule Ball:

Today was the day the Harry had been secretly dreading, the day that no matter what choice he made at least one of his Wives would be pissed at him and that made for a very unhappy and awkward home… especially as the wife he took the ball would think herself the favourite. Really whoever said that harems were a man's dream was a bloody idiot, they were a logistical nightmare. In truth that may be more due to the size of the Harem, if it was just him and two or three women it would be fine but with four, and knowing the way Potter luck ran maybe more, it was untenable.

Iris, however, was apoplectic as Harry's prediction had been right and no male from any of the school wanted to go with her… however never let it be said that a scorned woman wasn't hellish in her temper. She had sent off a letter off to Zelretch asking if he wanted to prank her brother and the wizarding world by coming as her date… needless to say that the vampiric-gadfly agreed.

Not much had happened to the Salem camp other than Harry having a run in with Fluffy and refusing to deal with him claiming that he wouldn't deal with anything with more teeth than the entire Osmond family (4); Tamamo getting stalked by a randy Fox, no one knew how it got on Hogwarts grounds; and James Jr and Ron Weasley finding that they had both lost a bollock, though the chance of either of them having an active use for them involving a partner was severely diminished.

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Omake: Oogie Boogie tribute:
The great hall was silent as Dumbledore reads ut Harry potter's name.

"Well, well, well what have we here?
Dumbledore, huh. Oooh, I really scared…
So you're the one that everyone's, talking about…" A Male voice says from the fire as ropes shoot out to bind the headmaster.
"You're joking, you're joking. I can't believe my eyes.
You're joking me this can't be the right guy!
His ancient, his ugly, I don't know which is worse.
I just might bust a gut, if I don't die laughing first!"

"The Marshal said the trouble was with him." A female voice says off to the side.

"You better pay attention now. Because I'm the Marshal here.
If you aren't shaking then something's very wrong.
Because this may be the last time you hear any song." The male voice intones.

"Release me now or bear the consequences, there are children here so please come to your senses," Dumbledore replied.

"You're joking, you're joking. I can't believe my ears.
Would someone shut this follow up!
I'm drowning in my tears. It's funny, I'm laughing! You really are too much.
And now if you'll listen I'm going to do my stuff." The voice said darkly.

"What are you going to do!?" Dumbledore asked, hysterically.

"I'm going to do the best I can…
Oooh, the sound of rolling dice is music in the air!
Cause I'm the gambler Marshal and I don't play fair.
It's much more fun I must confess when lives are on the line, not mine of course but your's old boy,
That would be just fine…" The voice sighs as his figure starts to form from the fire.

"Release me fast or you will have to answer for this heinous act." Dumbledore bellows bravely.

"Oh brother, you're something! You put me in a spin!
You aren't comprehending the position that you're in!
You're finished, it's hopeless, you haven't got a prayer!
For I'm Salem's Marshal, and you aren't going nowhere…" Harry Potter finished as the flames finished retreating from his form.

"If you are quite don't Mr Potter, Might we proceed?" Dumbledore asked.

"Oh, I'm afraid I must decline old boy you see.
I'm the Salem Marshal, you cannot order me.
So I find I'm in a quandary." Harry stated.

"What do you mean brother dear?" Iris asked, as she now stood next to him.

"I find I don't have enough bullets for all the enemies here.
But then again that is what a wand's for…" Harry concludes before he shoots Dumbledore between the eyes.

Ten years later and Harry Potter gains a new title within Britain when a memory of the event becomes corrupted and he becomes known as the Boogie Man.
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World building Information dump, I am an archaeologist so building a more fleshed out world from the skeleton that JKR gave us is a really fun and interesting exercise, skip if you don't care:

Despite being called the Yule ball the event didn't actually occur on the day itself rather the Eve, mainly due to the event initially being moved from the winter solstice to Christmas then moved again as the holiday became more commercialised. The Yule ball itself was initially, as in the first ten tournaments within which it was held before the wizarding population started to convert to Christianity, as a feast to honour any of the competitors that had fallen and to appease the gods for the next year.

The Triwizard tournament wasn't the initial name of the tournament itself, rather it was called the three states tournament Britannia Gaul and Iberia. This changed when Carthage conquered the magic portions of the Iberian Peninsula, namely the area south of the line between Lisbon and Valencia. After this point the Tribal congress at the time, the prototype of the ICW, allowed a new fledgeling nation of magicals to join the tournament Rome.

Things continued in this fashion of two hundred years until war broke out between the muggle halves of Rome and Gaul, Gaius Julius Caesar a powerful wizard and general of the Roman army was selected to lead the campaign. With two of the states currently at war, the tournament was disbanded for a further 300 years as Rome continued to expand.

When the tournament was restarted it was renamed the three faiths tournament, Roman pantheon, Greek mythological and what has been badly translated as Celtic Pagans. Each organised religion would select three champions to face three tasks to decide the amount the Roman state would fund them, at this time however the favour was heavily on the Romans as the other religions were currently barred from the army thus must of the training. 100 years later and the Magical side of Rome split from the state, as it formally fell under the purview of the father of religion within the Roman administration. Again the tournament was placed on hold and a new way of finding the champions was found, which coincided with the formation of Hogwarts Durmstrang and Olympia the now lost school in Greece, The device used was called the Chalice of Vesta, or Hestia as she was known in Greece.

With the collapse of the Roman Empire, the records of the tournament become more fragmented. Records show that there were times when two tournaments happened in the same year then decades would pass before another. It is during this time period that the Yule ball was created, as a purely religious practice. After Ten tournaments, however, Christianity began to encroach upon the then mostly Pagan magical communities, largely due to first generation witches and wizards now being collected by the schools. This was unfortunately also the start of the Pure Blood, or as they were known then the old faith, movement and the root cause of much of the hatred towards first gen wizards, that reached a crescendo during the witch hunts and the 'Purge' of Iberia.

Into the Renaissance (5) wizarding culture changed rapidly, mainly due to the rapid change in the attitude of the Church at the time. Small clustered communities of wizards rapidly banded together, usually around one of the schools like the Frankish/French government formed around Toulon and Beauxbaton but the British government was split much like the land with the English government in Londinium and school in Wessex whilst a northern government was centred on the isolated Hogwarts and the abutting town of Hogsmeade.

The majority of the muggle world was gripped by multiple wars that even infringed upon the magical population, primarily the expansion of British and Spanish territories and the final crusades.

(Though how the modern world is regressing the author feels he is tempting fate and Nyx agrees)

Within the magical communities, the introduction of previously unknown territories allowed for the integration of new magicks, especially the Indian and African populations whose magic was very different from the more wand heavy of the European wizards. The Mage population, however, had less of a cultural revolution and more of a scientific as they found and started to understand the 'rules' that covered Magecraft, as well as the theorisation and confirmation of the existence of the Akashic Record.

Colonisation was viewed as a godsend by the now pure blood faction as most of them moved to the Americas with the early colonists, in the case of the British taking over and hiding the colony of Roanoke and using that as the seat for the new magical government. The natives, however, had a very different idea of how magic should be treated, as it was tied into their culture intrinsically.

As the muggle colonials started to purge the native population, the native American turned to the magical population: first to help fight the mundane white men, which they refused to do; secondly to provide sanctuary for the women and children which they did, the natives came to regret this decision when the tribes returned to find the women used as concubines by the male population and the men as cheap labour.

With the American Revolution, (I'm English so we get taught a very different lilt to this than any of you American readers (*)), commencing a similar revolution was occurring in the magical population. The mundane destroyed multiple trade businesses whilst profiting from others, (1*), the Magicals were rebelling against the yoke of the pureblood government. The First Gens at this time outnumbered the Purebloods 20 to 1, and this is purely colonial when Native magicals were taken into account the ratio was closer to 40:1, with the laws taxes and society in general heavily in the pureblood's favour… insurrection was inevitable.
To be continued in further chapters.

(1) Naruto, enough said.
(2) I don't buy that Sirius could be close enough to Pettigrew that he could talk to the man but for enough away to not get killed by the explosion, Pettigrew neither knew enough to calculate the size of the explosion nor from what we know of him knew there was even a gas main there, as the popular Fanon… at least I think its fanon anyway… is that this explosion was caused by an explosion spell, Bombarda, hitting a gas line.
(3) I feel that I had been building Riddle up as a lesser evil than Dumbledore, he isn't they are both evil one is a monster the other is a manipulator but both are at the Mengele level of evil. At present I haven't shown the depths of Dumbledore's depravity that will be revealed at the end of this arc. Speaking of which this will be divided across different postings as I plan on having say the Fate/Zero arc with Fate/ as the primary category with HP as the sub, the same with the later arcs, this is not just because I plan on taking a break from MM to get a few chapters of the Lone Wolf rewrite up before the summer.
(4) Red Dwarf the Polymorph, Paraphrased.
(5) This basically covers everything from the end of the middle ages, commonly counted as the use of gunpowder in weaponry or the more solidified major powers of what now makes up Europe being formed, to the start of the industrial revelation or the age of exploration.
• (*) I do appreciate the irony that if the American Revolution occurred today they would have been treated comparably to the IRA or any other military coup… especially as the tax that started the revolution was less than the Americans paid post-independence.
• (1*) All of the Founding fathers were slave owners, and the main traders in slaves were the British, as we owned both the largest fleet as well as the most ports in the main slaver areas, I would advise you research the trade triangle to validate this point.

A/N: I got another PM about why Reginald, Reign, Knox was slotted for hell, Again I mean really I explained it earlier so here we go again: Knox was slotted there for three reasons; First, he was in the Judaeo-Christian area of influence, namely Britain where the Christian Romans brutally put down all other religions in the area followed by the Frankish gobshits doing the same some 300 years later when strangely there were only Christians there… apparently not the right sort; secondly, by the laws written within said religious structures holy book just eating bacon can see you consigned to perdition so not really surprising that a modern Englishman would get sent there; Finally, he was a Christian so in the words of the Devil, better known as Toby as played by Rowan Atkinson, "Christians are you here? Ah yes. I'm sorry but the Jews were right."

Now that that annoyance is out of the way I can get on to more important matters:

Initial Catchment areas of Magical schools:

• Hogwarts: The main catchment area of Hogwarts is Britain and the surrounding isles with the exception of Ireland, which is under a separate magic government which is united under an Irish council this confuses many a Muggleborn from Northern Ireland, with additional places being offered to the commonwealth states, including parts of India as the magical revolutions were less encompassing than the mundane sides as the British magicals killed most of the upper caste Indian magicals.
• Salem: Northern American continent primary, by request, and places offered to legacy students, children whose parents were former students or investors in the school no special measures are offered though.
• Ilvermorny: Northern American Continent, the public school that has general admittance.
• Beauxbaton: France primary, with surrounding countries sans Germany Italy and Spain, as well as by request within Canada, Louisiana and other previously French held territories IE some Caribbean islands.
• Durmstrang: Eastern European Block sans Russia.
• Zauberschule von Berlin: The primary magic school of central Europe, sans the Vatican for obvious reasons.
• Spain, however, doesn't have a magic community or government due to the influence of the Inquisition still being felt as well as a faith-based ritual that drained the magic from the Iberian Peninsula causing no first gens being born, the problem is that the ritual was designed to encroach outwards so some parts of southwestern France is effected as well as Morocco. The same is true for the tundra's of Russia though they were annihilated by first the Tsars then by Stalin, as they were closer to Ice elementals than wand wizards the best note for them is the hard winter that stopped Napoleon being exacerbated by their magicks.

Personal Grumblings:
• Firstly: I HATE GINNY/HARRY PAIRING! Glad I got that out of my system, I will admit there are a few that can do this pairing well but these are very few and very far between. I don't care that its cannon even the author said the pairing was bad afterwards.
• Second: I love reading odd pairings in any capacity, but I do have a love for more mainstream ones as well HP/HG is one I love to read if done right as it was obvious from the first book that they were meant to be together.
• Third: I have a deep interest, not love as I don't like all of this type, in Darker fics Kourtney Uzu Yato is the current Maestro of Macabre in my opinion.
• Fourth: I dislike short chapters, I understand why some writers do them trust me I do… I use to do them myself… but they seem to lack substance I flat out refuse to read anything that has a word count of less than a thousand words.
• Finally: I will admit to having a like for smutty fics, as long as there is some plot to the porn but too many concentrate on the citrus and forget the rest leaving it very weak as a fic.