Friend of Lord Voldemort

Summary: Alexander Viator is back in the game, and he's planning for a big surprise.

Pairing/s: None. It may be some implied, but nothing for real.

Warnings: Blood and violence.

Disclaimers: Don't own Harry Potter.

"Talking"

'Thinking'

-Parseltongue-

Alexander Viator was Harry Potter

Warnings for this chapter: Nothing.

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Chapter Seven

September 1st, 1996
Hogwarts Express

Alexander found it very uncomfortable being his old self again. Well, at least he didn't have those stupid glasses anymore. His hair was unruly again and his eyes back at their emerald colour. When he had been in France, he had noticed the glamour he put on his eyes had during the violent department from 1941 to 1984 changed his eyes permanently. So he had to put on a glamour to make the eyes green again. Just wonderful. Well, it wasn't such a big deal. He had with the help of Voldemort come up with a seal so only if you repeat a sentence in Parselmouth you would be able to undo the glamours on him. He smiled as he remembered which sentence:

"What? Why that sentence?"

"Because no one would suspect it!"

Voldemort groaned and said:

"Well, that's true but… why?"

"What? Don't tell me you don't like it!"

"I do like it, but… it sounds so ridiculous coming from you!"

"Don't spoil my fun you brat!"

Voldemort started laughing. Alexander just huffed and said:

"I still think 'Dumbledore is a senile old man whom we all wish will get blind because of his colour-killing-robes and choke on his lemon drops' is a nice sentence."

"You got to be joking with me!"

By the time he had done the glamours, Voldemort had been howling in laughter as he pictured the image. It hadn't helped when Alexander conjured one.

"Harry?"

Alexander turned and looked at Ginny, who was staring at him in shock.

'That bitch is so dead,' Alexander thought absently before piping up:

"Hi, Ginny. What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"You are the ghost!" Ginny shrieked. "You haven't replied to any of our letters!"

"Letters?" Alexander asked, looking confused. "I didn't get any letters."

"What?"

"I didn't get any letters," the man, now in teen-shape, repeated. "Must've been the wards. I'm telling you Sirius' family was way too paranoid for their own good."

"You lived in one of his houses?" Ginny asked as she sat down.

"Yeah," Alexander replied. "Uncle Vernon heard about the will-reading and what was given to me, the fact I became an adult in our world and simply threw me out. What was I supposed to do?"

"Threw you out?"

'She probably knows all about the people watching me, but fuck you.' "Yeah, threw me out. Told me to never come back, and truth is, I'm happy about that."

The girl looked uncomfortable and said:

"Harry, I promised I would find Luna. Sorry, I got to go."

'Off to send letter to Dumbledore,' Alexander corrected but just nodded and looked outside. The redhead went outside, and the raven-haired man sneered. "She is so dead," the man mumbled. "Dead, dead, dead… damn; self-control, self-control… can't have the brat being right about not having any."

-o-

Alexander managed getting away from his 'friends' and said hello to the Thestrals dragging the carriage before getting inside. He was with some Ravenclaws he didn't know very well, and they left him alone just as he wished.

He snuck into the Great Hall and sat down next to Neville. The teen looked up and said:

"Hi Harry."

"Hi Neville," he replied and looked around the hall. Green met blue and Alexander found himself staring right into Dumbledore's eyes. The headmaster's eyes grew large and he nearly gaped at the sight. His weapon was still here, alive, and in one piece! Ginny's owl had reached him but he had not believed it at first.

Dumbledore grew worried though as he saw the teen sitting alone. This was bad; he needed Ron and Hermione to be with Harry at all time. He saw the two enter with a hysterical Ginny who found Harry by the table and point. He smiled and turned away.

Alexander tensed as he heard Hermione's yell:

"Harry!"

He turned to them and the girl stopped in front of him.

"What happened this summer? You haven't replied to any of our letters!"

"Didn't you walk in with Ginny?" he asked icily and she froze. "I was convinced she had told even how I had a smudge on my robe during the short ride up to the castle."

Just because he was playing Harry didn't mean he had to act like Harry anymore. A loss of someone dear can change someone quite dramatically. Take Voldemort as an example. He went insane and became a Dark Lord.

"Harry, that wasn't nice," Hermione said as Ron and Ginny came up to them.

Alexander shrugged and turned away from them. Ginny sat down on the opposite side of him and smiled sweetly. He resisted the urge to sneer.

The new students came walking inside, lead by McGonagall but Alexander didn't really care. She would be gone, like everyone else that he hated. So much planning to do; so much chaos to create… he looked forward to it.

The stern-looking witch stopped by the stool with the hat and everyone waited for its song. But when the hat piped up, Alexander froze:

"The time of conflict has started,

a conflict we cannot stop.

Dark and Light in an eternal struggle,

fighting for their rights.

Four people started this conflict,

but only two can win.

Should you belong to Helga the narrow-sighted,

and the innocence and loyalty she represents?

Or rather Salazar the lazy,

who still with his cunningness is known?

Maybe you belong to Rowena the malicious,

who still had her cleverness and sense of right.

Or, at last but not the least, Godric with his endless blabbering about the Light,

yet still protects his children until his last breath.

The conflict will bring clashes,

the conflict will bring tears.

Two will win, two will loose. Helga who tortured a young child, Salazar who helped a poor man, Rowena who sneered at the innocent and Godric who is protecting a traitor. Which two are the winners, and which two are the sinners?

Who is the traitor, my dear ones?

That is a riddle still needing to be solved."

The hat quieted down and the silence was grave in the hall. The hat had actually in a sense insulted the four founders. Alexander figured everyone's brains were working overtime on this. He himself swore under his breath, too quiet for anyone to hear.

The hat was smart, the man knew that. But to have accomplished putting all of that in a song… you had to praise it.

Alright, what had Alexander figured out with the song?

The conflict was the war, and most of the times you just cannot stop a war. Dark and Light had always been struggling, various victories for each time. The founders obviously started this conflict, so two on the Light side and two on the Dark since only two could win. Salazar and Rowena was Dark, Alexander was sure of it. He just could not believe innocence and loyalty being a strong side on the Dark side and Godric screamed Light.

War always brought clashes, and always brought tears. Then the traitor… for all three except for Godric, the hat sang about things they had done, not things they were doing. But Godric was protecting someone. Could he be protecting Alexander? Could he want to protect a Gryffindor who was out for the death of many from the Light?

Alexander wasn't so sure he wanted to know the answer.

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The sorting finally started and afterwards Dumbledore greeted them to Hogwarts and then the food emerged. Alexander started eating, not really wanting to get drawn into any kind of conversation. But fate had another plan for him:

"Harry, where have you been all summer?" Ron asked.

"At Sirius' house, as I told Ginny," 'Harry' replied irritably. "Sorry Ron, but I'm starving. Can we wait with the interrogation until I had something to eat for the first time today?"

"You haven't eaten anything?" Hermione asked.

"I was out of food," Alexander said shortly, which was half-true. Plus he had spoken to Voldemort before leaving. He could skip a few meals if it meant he could spend time with his brother.

"You're snappish," Ginny said carefully.

"Thank you for your observation," Alexander snapped at Ginny. "Do you think waking up every day in Sirius' house and every day being reminded of him being dead is cheering me up? Not exactly."

He returned to his food and ignored them for the rest of the meal. It was only when they had dessert that he even looked up from the table. He scanned the room and his eyes fell on Severus. The man looked up, sensing being watched, and their eyes met. The former potions professor did not know who he was yet, but Alexander planned to tell him soon.

Why it was former potions professor was because Severus had finally gotten the position he wanted; DADA teacher. Alexander let his eyes roam the Head Table and they softened as he saw Slughorn. The only adult except for Sirius and Remus that he had trusted. The man who defended him against Dumbledore and others. He was definitely going to tell him the truth. After all, he had been one of Slughorn's favourites.

-o-

Slughorn was surprised when one Harry Potter came up and asked if they could speak in privacy. The man however accepted and led the teen to his office.

"You won't be missed by your friends?" the former Slytherin asked.

The smile the teen gave him was frightening and it was not Harry's voice that answered:

"What friends?"

Slughorn froze and looked at the raven-haired 'teen'. He then quickly ushered him inside, locked the door after them and placed several protections charms over them. As he looked back, there was no Harry. Instead he saw an older version of Alexander Viator. He did the only thing he could do; he fainted.

Strong arms caught his body before he hit the ground. The sweet aroma always surrounding Alexander entered Slughorn's senses and he opened his eyes. It really was him.

"Alexander," Slughorn whispered.

"Hello professor," Alexander replied. "I just couldn't bear the thought of hiding the fact I'm alive from you."

The man could hardly believe his eyes.

"Does Tom know?" the potions professor asked breathlessly.

"Yes, he knows," the raven-haired man replied. "He was against this idea, saying I had no self-control. How rude of him."

"But quite true."

"Don't start you too," the man groaned as he helped the professor onto his feet.

"Dumbledore's face was quite hilarious to watch though as you went to me and completely ignored him."

"Aah, Dumbledore. Well, I don't have to deal with him until tomorrow."

"What do you mean?"

"Let's just say Harry Potter made some mistakes and I have to clean it up."

"Where is Harry Potter?" Slughorn asked.

"Don't worry; I didn't torture him for long."

-o-

Dumbledore was very worried. The child had disappeared with Horace of all people. He did not even know the new/old potions professor so why? And the dreading feeling that something was very wrong wouldn't leave him alone.

-o-

Alexander had a hard time relaxing in the dorm. He had already spelled the curtains shut so no one could disturb him and had changed the colours from red to a dark blue. He liked dark blue much more than bright red, thank you very much.

He shifted in his bed again, not finding the rest he needed. For once he was tired, and he wanted to sleep. The charms had gone off him in a blink of an eye as soon as he was safe behind the curtains and now he stretched his long legs as he stared up at the ceiling. Sleeping alone after all this time was rather… lonely. Abel had been there quite a lot, Carmilla sat with him until he fell asleep, Theo could come just because he wanted… bloody hell, even John had come.

And then later, Voldemort and Nagini. The two refused to leave him. Voldemort clung to him every night until he was too deep asleep to move. Only then did Alexander risk shifting his cramping body.

But no one was there now. Alexander buried his face into the soft pillow. He wanted to sleep.

Sleep came to him, and for the first time in many years Alexander had a nightmare. He wasn't sure what was in it. All he was aware of was that he screamed.

-o-

'Thank Merlin for silencing charms.'

Alexander had been smart enough to put them up, and now chanted that thought in his head as he clutched his soaked shirt and tried to calm his racing heart. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and lay back down. He cleaned himself and drew the covers over himself again.

This felt like it was going to be a long year.

Tbc…


Short chapter this time.

Chapter eight: Dumbledore is worried off 'Harry's' new attitude, and Alexander has the time of his life fooling them!

Until later,

Ja,

Tiro