Exodus

Disclaimer: i don't own Harry Potter, and never will. This will eb a short update though, just enough to cover year 2. I don't have time enough to write very long chapters due to finals coming up… I hate those exam weeks they have every 4 weeks… well on with the madness…

Year 2+3

James looked at the child as he drew runes all over the body. It was time for a Dark Ritual which would be able to boost the magic of both users by a large degree, just to strengthen Harry's body to the usage of great quantities of magic whenever he needed it the most. James knew that there wouldn't be much to do if he had not found the right rituals to make Harry stronger, and guessed that Harry wouldn't be able to defend himself if he went to war with the wizarding world, a plot which he had been trying to set up for every world that he had visited. For a moment he looked within Harry's eyes, a small smile coming on his face. "Let's start the ritual Harry, this may hurt a bit., but I'm sure that it won't kill you… it'll just increase your magic to the breaking point, and then it will break, making sure that it will overflow and run rampant throughout your body. I can still remember when I did it, making sure that my core was anchored tightly to me because of the studies I did, but this will just have to suffice for now. Nikothlos!" the ritual activated and a screech came from Harry's lips, as blood began to appear on his body, from cuts that had been inflicted by the magic beginning to mass in his body. James watched as the ritual took effect, making the power mass up and up within Harry's body, making the kid more powerful magical, then even Dumbledore. He was still the more powerful, having done numerous things to make sure that his power kept increasing.

Minerva knocked on the door of the house, looking at the well trimmed lawns of Privet Drive. She looked as an obese child chased around a young child, but didn't find the will to stop it, thinking it just harmless fun. She heard the door open, and looked as James Riddle appeared in the door opening. "Minerva McGonagall? How nice of you to come so early. You wanted to play a game of chess with me, didn't you?" She nodded and he stepped aside, allowing her entrance into his house. He grinned and then closed the door once she was inside. "Harry is doing something which will take quite a while, and probably will be a bit dangerous, so if you hear an anguished scream, don't worry. He's actually a very intelligent student, probably able to defy Lord Voldemort when he returns…"she didn't question that, seeing the knowing glint within the eyes of the man.

He smiled, then got out his chess set, the ivory and the obsidian blinking in the light. It had been specifically crafted to resemble the Light and the Dark Side. The White King was Albus Dumbledore, the queen resembling McGonagall. The rest of the pieces were made of various Order members, signifying their importance. On James his side, he stood as the Black King, Lily as the Black Queen, though that place was shared with Bellatrix at times they were replica's of the people they had been, only a obsidian pedestal under them signifying that they were pieces of that faction. With a snap of his finger, the colour came on them, the magic working to activate them.

"That is quite the intriguing chess set you have here, Mister Riddle. Did you make this yourself?" she asked, looking at his face. A look of pride came on it and he said: "Yes, I did. I crafted them with my magic, and had them made from Obsidian and Ivory. Then with my magic I forced them to animate, and turn to their respective still forms whenever I played with muggles." He looked at her and said; "I do have some good talents in magic, Miss McGonagall. Shall we play? Choose a side…"

She looked at the chess pieces, opting to choose the ivory ones. "I'll take the ivory ones, mister Riddle." He spoke up after that. "Call me James. No need for formality in my own house… Harry is even free to insult me, though I will always get him back for it in my own ways…" he grinned at the woman, who looked at him with a challenging glint in her eyes. "White goes first, as every…" she set a pawn two places ahead, and James repeated it, placing hi own pawn two places ahead, opposite of it., his pawn resembled Lucius Malfoy, who sneered at Minerva's pawn, Arthur Weasley. "Seems that they don't like each other…" Minerva was the next one top put a pawn one place ahead, while James placed his pawn two places ahead, Crabbe's dumb face still looking like it was hewn from rock, then destroyed by god because it was so goddamn stupid looking. "Your King looks rather much like yourself, James. And please call me Minerva…"

A faint murmur of pain could be heard and James grinned, and put a piece forwards once again, a pawn which looked like Augustus Rookwood. The game progressed, Minerva steadily loosing to James his tactics, which seemed to involve the sacrifice of several pawns to get the main pieces into play, making for a good offence with a pawn defence. He grinned as he began to twist the strategy into a totally insane one, making sure that there were only two pawns left in the game, a symbolic appearance of both him and Dumbledore. "And so the game ends, me versus Dumbledore…"

He heard a door opening and turned around to look at Harry, who was still having some blood dribbling down his arms. "I take it you didn't explode?" Harry just fell forwards, a dull thud signifying his impact with the ground. James just shook his head. "Kids these days… too weak to even handle a power charging ritual… Back in the old days, it used to be something but now… weak…" he muttered more to himself then to anyone else. Minerva looked at his unconcerned attitude and raised an eyebrow, well aware that a power raising ritual was something that was illegal by the Ministry rules, but she permitted it, since it concerned Harry Potter. For Harry Potter, she was able to bear some things, like the way that he had seemed to be stronger with someone to magically guide him now. He seemed to have more control over his magic then most first years, though the blood stains on the boy seemed to be growing as if he was still bleeding. Putting that in to memory, she continued playing, absently watching as James cast some healing spells on the boy, making for some more banter, until he finally won the game. James carried Harry to his room first, then biding her farewell and asking her whether she would like to come round for tea at a later date.

When she was at the Weasley residence, to check up on Molly Weasley, she absently mentioned Harry´´s state, since the woman seemed to be intrigued about her visit to the residence o James Riddle. "Mister Potter did seem to be bleeding a bit when he stumbled into the room. Mister Riddle mentioned something about pain and boys being so weak, but other then that, he seemed to be a caring father to young Harry." The Weasley matriarch had been horrified at the state that the you8ng Potter had been in and said: "But that sounded like abuse! We simply must get Harry out of there. I don't doubt that he'd like to see Ronald too, since they are friends and all."

Unbeknownst to the two witches, the three youngest Weasley boys were listening, and George whispered something in his brother's ear, something about using the car. Ron just seemed to think about food, and feel a bit of worry for the Gryffindor celebrity.

That night, Harry James Potter was awakened by the sound of knuckles rapping his window, and he winced as he got up shakily, knowing that the power ritual would make him look like hell, and he didn't want to have shown anyone what he looked like. He could hear how his window opened and someone stepped inside, apparently looking around. "Harry? Are you alright mate?" Ron Weasley's voice could be heard and Harry internally groaned as he knew that the Weasley boys had come to retrieve him through one way or another. He didn't like it one bit, but he'd play along with it, as long as they seemed to assume that he was likely being kept here.

"Come on, wake up. We're here to get you away from that freak you have to call father." Harry shook his head. "He'd be mad if I suddenly disappeared." George and Fred stepped into the room through the window. "Where is your stuff?" Harry pointed towards his trunk, that seemed to be locked with numerous magical spells. Fred and George worked to get it out of the window, where a car was flying. Harry shook his head at the sight of the car. "Where did you get it from? Some junk yard?" at that the Weasley boys looked at each other and said; "Our dad made it… he enchanted it and all, but nobody is to know that it is enchanted… otherwise he'd have to bring himself in…"

Harry didn't want to hear more so he asked. "You're going to take me away?" Ron nodded and then grabbed Harry by the arm, making Harry be somewhat unprepared and he grabbed a robe and robed himself, looking at the twins and seeing that they had already lugged the heavy trunk in their car. He sighed and then said: "I guess that there is no warning dad, is there?" he got a weird look from the twins for his question, and he smiled slightly as he knew that there would be no further way of getting out of this. Well, it should be fun when his dad discovered that he was missing. And so, he stepped into the car, knowing that the red eyed Lord Voldemort AKA James Riddle would be coming quite soon once he discovered his apprentice missing.

When they came to the Weasley residence, Harry was immediately hugged by molly, who told him that they were going to try and become his guardians to keep him away from that evil squib. Harry squirmed a bit, but didn't really resist it all that much, knowing that his father would be quite pissed off when he awoke. Last evening had been hard on him, because he had been concentrating on some spell that was supposed to bring forth something that he didn't want to speak about, and had sapped a great deal of magic from his body, therefore making the man fall asleep very fast.

When Arthur Weasley came home, he immediately noticed Harry and then was enthusiastic about meeting him and asked him some questions about muggle appliances, until the conversation came to his father. "How does your father treat you, Harry?"

Harry looked at the man as he asked him that and smiled. This was the moment that he would have to speak up. And what a great moment it is… Dad is awake now… his thoughts were in a mess at the moment, but he nevertheless was able to formulate a correct answer. "He's the best father you could wish for. He's so nice and always gives me whatever I want, and is one hell of a wizard with his staff that he rarely pulls out from the broom stand in the hallway. I've seen him fight versus some men in black robes and white skull like masks and vaporise them with a beam of bright white light. He later told me that it was a spell that was a Light aligned spell designed to banish darkness and such, but it was still very cool!" Arthur Weasley's eyebrows shot up at the mention of that spell, since it was a very rarely known spell to light Wizards, since it had been invented a very long time ago.

James could feel that his son was no longer in the house, and deduced in his eternal wisdom that there might be the Weasley kids their presence in the room, and after a magical scan, he knew that to be the truth. He focused on his son's aura and then popped away, to just behind his son. He looked at the child as it sat on a table, talking to a man who was Arthur Weasley and he smiled most chillingly at the man. "Cool it may be, but its not something to brag about, Harry. But I'm getting ahead of myself now. My name is James Thomas Riddle, and you must be Mister Weasley, whose sons retrieved my son without my consent from my property…"

Arthur gulped as he saw eyes that could pierce steel looking at him, and forgot all about the ancient Light spell that the man could use, instead choosing to reply: "The boys have already been punished." James smiled at the man's statement and said: "Very well, I'd better be returning home with little Harry then…" Harry looked at his father and said; "You're not mad at me?"

James shook his head: "Why should I? If I was truly mad, you'd be chained to a wall when we get home, then I'd use the Crucio on your body until you are nothing but a slavering husk that drools occasionally and then Avada Kedavra you to finish you off…" the tone at which he spoke was so sarcastic that it could put Snape to shame with the tone that he had taken and

then threw him a small piece of rope, which was a portkey. "We shall be off now, Mister Weasley. I bid you a good day…" with a pull behind the navel, they disappeared.

The second year was nothing eventful, Harry passing it with top marks, and James becoming somewhat bored. He had wanted something to occur, so he would be able to take the reigns and destroy something. This waiting was making him feel insane, and whenever he felt insane, he would need to get out and kill someone in a gruesome way to relieve tension. The Chamber of Secrets event did not happen and he was starting to get a bit worried.

When Harry came back from school James knew that it would be time to tell him, as the paper and news coverage about Sirius Black was already making itself known, several broadcasts having been made. James sighed deeply as he knew that there would be nothing more to happen, but to wait until Sirius Black came to visit them, to check up on Harry.

That time did not come, as they journeyed to Diagon Alley, where they met the Weasley Clan once again, James hiding his wand in his sleeve, since the staff would have been impractical to carry around. Arthur knew that he could use magic, but he didn't want to inform the matriarch, since she seemed to be closer to Dumbledore then Arthur was. He looked at Fred and George and smiled in an utmost unpleasant way. "You were the children that abducted my son, aren't you?"

George gulped and James smiled and coughed slightly. "Well, I'd like to hear some sort of apology, after you took my son without even going as far as to specify a reason for me to hear, not that I minded, since I used a portkey to get back to him, had one keyed to him at all times on me, so it doesn't matter too much…"

The apology he had gotten had been so satisfying to him that he didn't even think about it too much. he looked at Harry and could feel a bit of curiosity at the way that his son seemed to act, like a Gryffindor and being brash, that seemed to not fit him at all.

The first half of the year was quiet, and James began to feel the stirring of impatience within his body, as he found himself more irritated with every step, and Petunia Dursley seemed to come around a lot, giving him looks that made him want to puke. He knew that she must like him for his wealth, and apparently because of the way that he seemed to care for her making her become infatuated with her. She even went as far as asking him if he had some desire to marry someone again, so that that other person could care for Harry.

He could feel something prickling in his skin. He had of course signed the form for Harry immediately, knowing that there was nothing that would keep his son out of Hogsmeade, and they could meet there at some point in time. And so, he set out on Halloween, the Hogsmeade weekend being there.

He took a seat at a table in the three Broomsticks, Harry coming inside after he had ordered a fire whiskey for himself. He noticed that Harry seemed to be a bit down, and that Ron and Hermione had been trailing behind him. He smiled slightly and then waved at Harry, and his son immediately brightened and then came and sat next to him, hugging him.

James smiled as he could feel his son's hold on him and he felt extremely grateful for the fact that he had enough time now to make some more canged to his younger version. "How is your schoolwork?" was the first question that he asked, causing the younger version of himself to blush slightly and mock punch him in the side, causing him to grin. "Dad! Don't talk about homework and school when you meet me…" James shook his head and then looked at his son's friends. "You must be Hermione, am I correct?"

Hermione nodded and with an imperious voice she spoke. "Pleased to meet you Mister…" James smiled and said. "Tom Riddle." Immediately Hermione's eyes went wide as she looked at the man like he was the Dark Lord himself, which was the total truth, but then saw the smile on James his face and blinked a few times when Harry began to laugh. "That's a good one dad. Telling her that you're actually Tom is something that she won't forget soon. But now, please introduce you in the right way."

James gave his 'son' an angry glance and then said. "James Thomas Riddle. Pleased to meet you, Miss Granger." Hermione had apparently seen the joke and shyly shook his hand, her demeanour being totally put off by the revelation that her best friend's father's name had been posed as Tom Riddle.

James looked at Hermione and said. "I think you know the Three Unforgiveable's Miss Granger… why don't you list them for those ignorant of them?" he had asked her a question which would be irresistible for the girl, but sadly, he did not see the flash of recognition when he had mentioned them. Instead he saw confusion, as well as a lust to learn what they were. He smiled slightly and thought over his answer carefully. "Well then, since you apparently don't know about them yet, allow me to explain them to you. But you must promise me not to make usage of them, since they would send you to jail faster then you could protest. There are three curses, Avada Kedavra, the killing curse, Crucio, the torture curse and finally Imperio, the domination curse. The usage of those on a human is punishable with putting someone in Azkaban, The wizarding prison guarded by Dementors…" he paused for a moment for the information to sink in and then looked at Harry before smiling softly. "And to think that my family member, the Great and Magnificent ponce, Voldemort, could cast all of those curses the day that he saw how Muggles killed his girlfriend…" a smile came to his lips, his story taking a darker twist now. "he cast them on all the muggles, the torture curse to hold them at bay, then using Imperio to make them attack each other. Avada Kedavra killed them all finally, but those were the survivors… Yes, Lord Voldemort's reign began then…"

Harry looked at him with reverence, whilst Hermione and Ron both looked at him with fear in their young eyes, James looking at them, and realising that they were afraid of him now, and he would not have it any other way.

Hermione could feel slivers of fear coursing through her body, it being paralysed as she looked at the ebony locks that were James Riddle's hair and saw the connection between Tom Riddle/Lord Voldemort with this man and the hatred for Muggles and Muggleborns had been thick throughout the speech. But the thing that frightened her the most was the look of total adoration that was on Harry's face. He looked at the man with an idolisation that seemed to be very much alive, like he had devoted his life to the man.

Near the end of the year, James had killed three housewives in London when he had gone to the supermarket and had found they were thinking about him in a way that he didn't like, gone on a killing spree within a shopping mall, using infernal magics to cause pavement to shatter and imbed itself within the muggles, killing off people by dropping globs of lave on their body and watching them be burned through. He was getting bored, but knew that it would be close to have Sirius join him soon.

He apparated to Hogsmeade, drawing a cloak around him, then went to the Shrieking Shack, where Sirius Black was currently holed up in. He didn't know whether there would be anyone complaining about him entering the house, since it was supposed to be haunted, but he did not care. It was approaching the time where Sirius would come out and try to grab Pettigrew. Harry had assured him in a letter that everything was going according to plan and that the events that he had predicted had all worked out. He had received a letter telling him that the rat was retrieved once again.

He could hear curses coming from the youngest Weasley male as the dog dragged him up the stairs, a mad screeching heard from the rat. The broken leg must be hurting a bit, since Ron kept on whimpering even though the dog had put him on a bed. He could hear that there seemed to be voices coming from the tunnel and then he grinned, casting an illusion spell over his form, and waiting for the fun to begin.

He heard Ron speak and say that the dog was not a dog, but an animagus. The stupid fool is right for once. Dogs don't grow that big, nor do they take such interest in a human. The intelligence of the Weasley brood seemed to be less then he expected. Hermione's shout of surprise at the appearance of Sirius seemed to be normal, but Harry didn't say anything. James knew that and he had prepared for it. He knew that it was no secret to Harry that he would meet with Sirius Black, but he had specifically been given orders NOT to kill the man, since he would be useful.

He could hear Lupin coming up the stairs, and he watched as the man seemed to hurry towards the room where the voices were coming from. James smiled to himself, since Lupin appeared to be in such a hurry, he hadn't noticed his scent, which would have ruined it all.

Another set of footsteps interrupted his contemplating. Oh yeah, Snape is coming too… well, I think I'll make my grand entrance soon… preferably when Snape is talking… I'll dispel the illusion on my face then… time to show them the red eyes that they have feared for so long…

He heard Snape's drawling voice speak up about Lupin and Black both being traitors and that Harry should be so like his father.

"Oh really Severus? Like me?" his voice spoke up from behind the man, causing him to be put off guard and the potions professor turned to look at him.

Severus Snape was an intelligent man. When he heard the voice, he turned around to address the speaker, whilst keeping the wand trained on Sirius Black. When he saw just who he was talking about, fear gripped his heart. His eyes looked straight into the blood red eyes that haunted his nightmares, and the way that the murderous smile was on the man's face seemed to be so natural that it was no surprise that he could feel something within his body telling him to just give up and let this man kill him. He could feel how adrenaline surged through his body as he looked at the Dark Lord.

"Father?" Harry asked as the tall robed figure strode past the stunned Snape, and looked at Harry. "Yes Harry?" the voice that spoke seemed to be as cold as ice, but also sharp like the blade of a dagger. The voice seemed to ask for complete obedience and Voldemort looked at the two men who had gone a deathly pale colour in the face. "Could you please take my godfather and make sure he's safe?" Voldemort's eyebrow raised slightly and he sighed deeply. "I'm going to have to go away soon, Harry. I want you to take my place, to make sure that eternal darkness will cover this world forever…" Harry looked at him with a confused look on his face. "Going away? You can't leave, you're the best father in the world."

Sirius was watching with morbid fascination as the redeyed stranger, now identified as Harry's father seemed to try and formulate a response to his godson's pleas for him to stay. "Who are you?" immediately the man's eyes focused onto him, making him be very uncomfortable with those blood red eyes looking at him.

"Lord Voldemort, otherwise known as Tom Marvolo Riddle, also going by the name of Harry James Potter, also going by the name of The Traveller of Dimensions." Was the answer that came from his mouth, the last part having been implemented only to add for some small effect. He watched as everyone's mouths seemed to open slightly, understanding dawning on their faces. Harry seemed to accept him as he was, not caring about him being cared for by an alternate version of himself. "I don't care, you'll still be my daddy…"

Voldemort fondly smiled at Harry and said: "I've taken care of you ever since you were a little child Harry. Now it is time for you to take the reins from me and become a Dark Lord. I've left you my tomes in the house, in which your godfather and you shall live, and he shall mould you into a great Dark Lord, since he has some experience with dealing with them. Also, I grant you permission to kill the mudblood and the blood traitor…" Sirius and the rest of the crew were stunned, and Voldemort smiled and then drew his staff, pointed it at Sirius his left arm and then branded him with the Dark Mark, hissing the incantation.

"Now your godfather is marked. He'll follow you to the end of the world if he already wouldn't… to do otherwise would be most painful…" Voldemort's smile seemed to be something that would not wash away with the departure of the powerful wizard and he looked at Harry and then hugged him close and whispered into his ear a word of comfort, that helped calm Harry down. "Don't worry, as long as you study hard, you can do anything… I just want to make you realise that there will be another time that we will meet each other, when we are both deceased… Even I know that time will come."

He looked at Remus and then moved closer to the man, who just stood there. "Remus, you were like a father to me in the dimension I call home. It was an honour to see you here today, and I bid you farewell." He grabbed a small capsule from his pocket and then handed it to the werewolf. "After tonight, you shall not turn into a werewolf anymore after using this formula I concocted."

He looked at Harry and said: "Free yourself from your chains…" Harry nodded and then drew his wand from his pocket.

He turned towards Hermione and Ron and then smiled, and with a small muttering of Avada Kedavra, two corpses toppled to the floor, to lay there still. Remus watched as the bodies of his old students hit the floor, and watched as Pettigrew turned back into a human form, only to see how he was stunned by the older Harry, who had watched as the younger killed Ron and Hermione without as much as a glance. Remus knew the futility of it all. Harry was already down the descent into Darkness, and he hoped that Lily would forgive him.

"Lily would of course forgive him… I still remember how nice she was to me when I visited her during my reign… I even got her to get pregnant by me and have myself… so in essence, I am a time paradox, I am my own father…" Voldemort's voice cut through the man's thoughts, sending his mind into disarray, and he opened the capsule, to see a small liquid floating inside. He poked it with his wand, and then brought it to his mouth where he pushed it in. immediately he could feel hair beginning to grow, and the signs that he would change appeared, as he seemed to be getting a snout now, but there was no feeling of bloodlust.

Sirius watched the proceedings with a calm eye, rubbing the spot where the Dark Mark burned… there would be a lot to do, since Harry would be the one that would take over the wizarding world. He had lost faith in Dumbledore the moment he had been banished to the island of Azkaban, so it was not too out of place to have to follow his godson.

It would all be for Harry, like the oath he had sworn to James…

Voldemort smiled as he looked at Sirius and the transformed Remus. "I bid you a good evening, gentlemen, Harry… You'll be an animagus with a wolf form now, Remus… I suggest you shouldn't register yourself, but live off Harry's money… He's quite wealthy, you know… As for Sirius, I'd lay low for a bit, get living in Harry's room or in Grimmauld Place, and generally have some fun with the kid, but not after pushing Pettigrew into the Headmasters office and getting you acquitted… And Severus? I'd like you to stop that pointless anger with my son. It would be very unhealthy for you to continue such behaviour… as to explain the death's of the mudblood and blood traitor, you can say that Pettigrew did it, using Harry's wand to do it. Wipe it on his sleeve for a few moments, so that his aura is attached to it and there you have it, you've framed it… Well, Adios then… I hope to see you in another world…" he focused his energy on creating a portal, and one sprang into being. There seemed to be black lightning crackling over it and Voldemort smiled as he said: "Goodbye Harry, Sirius and Remus… Until we meet again, in death's claws…"

Power was coursing through him, and a thought hit him… if he continued to absorb so much power, why not become a god or something? It'd be within his capacity… so, his mind was set now…

He, Harry James Potter, would become a Wizarding God, and nobody would be able to stop him…

Well, sorry about the non updateness…. Merry Christmas… the Next world will be some world which other authors use quite a lot, to my general displeasure… if you've caught the hints I dropped within this chapter, you might know what world I will send him to…

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