The Truth Behind Evil

Summary: There was one person important to the Dark Lord in the past. His name was Alexander Viator. But who was he, if not our own Harry Potter? Time-travel fic.

Pairing/s: None, if you don't count I mention one in this chapter.

Warnings: Not many. Ah, Lucius was not captured or anything in the fight in the Ministry. He still walks around, free.

And, there will be Dumbledore bashing and generally some Gryffindor bashing as well.

Now I don't know the names of the old people, like their grandparents and that shit. I've only seen a few names that give me guidance so I'll make the other ones up.

Disclaimer: If I had owned the Harry Potter series, do you think Snape had died? No, so that means I don't own the books! They belong to Mrs Rowling alone, kapisch?

"Talking"

'Thinking'

-Parseltongue-

Flashback

Thanks for all the reviews! /happy smile

-o-

Chapter Seven

The headmaster rested his head in his hands, peering up at Madam Kimberly's face.

"Well?" she said.

"Well", he echoed weakly.

"Twenty Slytherins. Twenty!" she roared, making the portraits wince at her tone. "How can you let the Gryffindors do this?"

"I'm trying to stop it", Dippet said. "Albus says that the Gryffindors isn't doing anything, so I've appointed Horace to check it out along with you."

"Me?"

"Yes", the man said and looked at her. "You are allowed to investigate who made this."

She looked a bit uncertain before smiling briefly.

"How is Miss Black?" Dippet asked softly as she was about to leave.

"Still asleep", the medic-witch said. "I think I will wake her up tomorrow, so she is well-rested. I suggest you do something about this really soon. Or else…"

"Or else what?"

"Alexander is acting strangely", Madam Kimberly said quietly. "I do not know if it means a good or bad thing, but I want you to keep him away from trouble."

The headmaster nodded; he may have failed keeping Alexander from the dark, but he would do everything in his power to keep the teen safe. He had no idea why he did that but it was something about the teen that had captured him.

-o-

Bloody Baron looked at the raven-haired teen in surprise. Alexander looked back calmly.

"You are out late tonight", the ghost finally said.

"That I am", Alexander replied and looked out from the Astronomy Tower again. "I happen to like it here."

"And what makes you like it here, when you should be at bed and asleep?"

"It keeps the nightmares away."

The ghost floated over to him but Alexander hardly noticed.

"Is there something wrong?" Bloody Baron finally asked.

"Everything is wrong", the teen replied. "I hate the Gryffindors because they hurt people without getting any punishment."

"It seems like Sir Nicolas likes to remind me of that", the ghost said. "But what can we do? We are not very popular in this school."

"Salazar Slytherin was a part of the other Founders, and one of the people who built Hogwarts. Just because he cared more about purebloods doesn't make him evil."

"True, but he said it was alright to kill Muggleborns. What are you going to do about that?"

"I knew a Muggleborn once", Alexander said. "And she betrayed me to get respected. She considered being a part of everything, both magical and Muggle, was better than keeping a friend. That's what Muggleborns are; they do anything to get respected."

This was lies, because every Muggleborn was not like this but Hermione had been a bit like that and Alexander had a hard time forgiving her. The teen looked at the ghost and said:

"I'm going back now."

"Alright. I will follow you."

"I don't need a watcher."

"I do not watch, I follow. You can run from me if you so wish."

Alexander looked at the ghost and said quietly:

"At least you are honest."

Bloody Baron looked at the raven-haired teen for so long that the teen got uncomfortable. Then he said:

"What made you hate everything so much?"

The teen looked at the ghost.

"The true side of a human made me this", Alexander replied. "What we really do is hate and betray each other. Even if we claim we love each other, we don't."

"You seem not to believe your own words."

"That was what I believed in the beginning, before I met Tom, Abraxas, Theo… everyone who now are my friends. I believed that hatred was the only emotion I would be able to feel when I grew up but now…"

The Baron looked at him, then smiled and said:

"Seems like Slytherin is good for your soul, young one."

"The Hat said so too", Alexander said as he walked down the stairs, the ghost floating beside him. "It said my heart's betrayal would be healed by my new friends."

"Was it right?"

Alexander was quiet, and then he softly replied:

"I believe so."

-o-

"How in Merlin's name did you get in here?"

Tom looked up innocently at Alexander before snuggling down again.

"Hey, don't fall asleep on me!" Alexander snapped. "I live in the sixth-years dorm, you in second-year. Now how did you get in here?"

"I walked inside."

"The truth."

"Nagini helped me", the boy said, clinging to Alexander's waist stubbornly.

"That bloody snake. So that's why she's on the floor."

-I had no wish to get punished in any way by you in the morning, thank you very much-, Nagini replied. -The boy just wanted to see you, Master.-

Tom looked pleadingly up at him. Alexander sighed and laid down again, Tom happily squirming around.

"Stop moving, or I'll throw you at John. And let me tell you, he hates surprises."

"Got it!"

-o-

"You're unusually clingy these days."

Tom looked up from his homework to look at Alexander. They were seated in the library, in the back where no one would bugger them. Abraxas and Theo had classes, so they were alone. Well, except for the librarian but she left them alone since they didn't create chaos.

"I'm not", Tom said and turned back to his work.

"I heard a lie."

"I'm not clingy!"

"Right, and I'm a Light wizard that admires Albus Dumbledore, Tom. The truth?"

Tom shrugged, and Alexander's eyebrow twitched.

"A vocal answer, please", he said and looked at the boy.

"I dunno why. I just want to… No one has ever allowed me before."

"Listen Tom", the raven-haired teen said and leaned forward. "I don't mind you being clingy, but you need to learn you can't be that all the time. I'm not here so you can cling on me."

"But you're like my big brother, and it always feels like you're going away!"

"Wha…?"

"Every night you go out from the common room, to the Astronomy Tower or wherever, it feels like you'll never come back!"

"How did you know I wasn't in the common room?"

"I followed you once. You talked to the Bloody Baron for over an hour."

Alexander stared at the boy, who now bowed his head in shame.

"I'm not going to leave you", the teen said and Tom looked up. "Listen, I'm not going to leave you. The necklace I gave you, do you have it on?"

"Yes. Why?"

"No matter if I'm gone in body, my heart will always be with you, little brother, in that necklace."

Tom stared at him with wide eyes, then clutched the necklace hard.

"Promise?"

"Again with your promises?" Alexander said with a laugh.

"Promise me!"

"Alright, alright, I promise. I'll never leave you, even though you are a bloody brat."

Tom shouted, Alexander laughed and the librarian sighed.

-o-

Alexander thanked the gods that the Weasley twins weren't that careful about their notes about pranks. Combine the pranks with some painful curses, and you got a plan against the Gryffindors. Alright, that sounded like torture but the curse was only to last a few seconds so it was alright. Of course he had to include some Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs as well, and maybe infuse one on himself and some volunteers from Slytherin. But he couldn't do it alone. He needed some partner in crimes. And there were two perfect candidates for that.

"Huh? Playing a joke?"

"Not exactly a joke", Alexander said. "Several ones, and quite painful."

The girl with violet hair looked at him. Her name was Carmilla Grahms, a fellow sixth-year Slytherin. She was one of the strangest girls you could find at Hogwarts; she had violet hair, pale eyes and she had a female lover, Millie Strovoski in sixth-year Ravenclaw.

"What are you planning?" she asked, though with a curious glint in her eyes.

"Making some people pay that they should never mess with Slytherin. Though they won't know that."

Carmilla looked at him and continued:

"Who are you planning to have indulged in this little thing?"

"The volunteers to the painful curses in Slytherin, you and hopefully Abel Kimmer from Ravenclaw."

"Why him?"

"Because I'm going to ask him to be a part of this."

-o-

Abel looked irritably at his fellow classmates and sighed. What was the bloody reason for his parents to put him here? He hated this place!

"Watch out, or else Dumbledore might notice something."

Abel snapped his head up and looked into icy blue eyes. Alexander Viator from Slytherin.

"What?" he asked with a frown.

"He likes practicing his Legilimens on students", Alexander replied. "Or at least he loves doing it on me."

Abel's eyes widened. He knew about the teacher's ability but he never expected someone else to know!

"I know Occlumency", he replied coldly.

"I know that", Alexander said. "That's why I was going to ask you something."

"What?"

"How much do you want to see some people in pain?"

-o-

Carmilla and Abel looked at each other and Abel spoke first:

"Soo… how did you get into this plan?"

"I hate Gryffindors", Carmilla replied. "And you?"

"He knew I hated humans in general."

She looked at him, and with a sigh he continued:

"I'm a half-vampire, alright? It scares people so I don't tell them."

"It's okay. I'm fourth-Veela", she replied. He made a small 'Oh' and they were silent for a while.

"What do you think about Alexander?" he asked after a while.

"Definitely something wrong in his head", she said after only a moment. He stared at her and she continued, "Come on, who the hell would plan to 'prank' the Gryffindors by putting them under spells that are almost as worse as Crucio?"

"Well, I thank you for saying there's something wrong in my head."

They whipped around to look at him. The icy blue eyes appeared even colder in the dark. Alexander smiled lightly and said:

"I've been hearing I'm crazy for a couple of years now, so I'm not upset. And don't try to deny that you don't like my plan."

"I won't deny it", Carmilla said. "I'm just saying you're risking a lot on this. You can get into Azkaban for this."

"Well, I haven't been discovered so far", he said with a small laugh. Carmilla and Abel looked strangely at him.

"What do you mean?" Abel asked.

"I wasn't shipped off there after torturing Potter", the teen said and sat down. They were in an unused classroom with heavy silencing charms placed upon it as well as a few charms that would keep everyone away from the room.

Now both of them were staring with their jaws dropped. Alexander looked at them and continued:

"No one knows who killed Graham Johnson, except for me. Of course, now you know who did it but I'm sure you won't tell anyone."

"Why are you telling us all this?"

"It's called sharing secrets", Alexander said. "I don't mind sharing my secrets with you, and I won't force you sharing your secrets with me."

Abel looked at him for a long time, then broke into a smile.

"You really are something else", he said. Carmilla agreed. "Alright, Alexander. Spill the plan."

-o-

Year 1996, Hogwarts

Dumbledore paced his office, unable to relax. Viator! That damn name, associated with Harry Potter! What had young Harry gone into, having a Viator as a friend? He remembered when he had heard it on the day of Sirius' will-reading:

Thousands thoughts flashed in his mind when that name was uttered. The teen that had looked at him with mistrust. The chilling eyes, worse than any Legilimens-user and that crazy smile… Dumbledore remembered everything like it was yesterday. The teen's hatred against Gryffindors, or any Light wizard for that matter, the loathing those eyes sent him when the wizard had tried Legilimens on him. A frightening child with a frightening mind, and a very deadly enemy for the Light. Too dangerous to be left alive.

Dumbledore himself had never liked Alexander Viator, and after being put into Slytherin the teen had gone nothing but downhill. The incident with Harold and the Veritaserum; those eyes had shown the madness within the soul of that broken child. And now there was a new Viator, and Harry was deeply involved. Merlin help them all.

He needed to find Harry quickly, and immediately think up some lies about the Viator man, whoever he might be. Crazy maybe? Escaped from St Mungo? Or even better, escaped from Azkaban, crazier than Bellatrix Lestrange! Yes, that sounded good. Now he just needed to find little Harry and manipulate him back into the boy Dumbledore wanted.

-o-

"You are truly and utterly evil."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"I didn't mean it in any other way", Carmilla said with a smile. "But what we are planning is torture, you know?"

"No it's not", Alexander said. "A few seconds it's not torture."

"You're going to have it on you yourself", Abel said. "Isn't that a bit too painful?"

"Nope!" the teen said cheerfully. "I've already been tortured with Crucio when I was fourteen, so this'll be a piece of cake!"

Abel and Carmilla stared at him and he continued:

"It was an accident."

"Accident?" the half-vampire asked. "Are you crazy?"

"No, that was when I was fifteen", the raven-haired teen replied.

-o-

It was just an ordinary Saturday at breakfast. The Great Hall was crowded with students. Alexander counted the seconds, just like he had done at Halloween when he let Potter go. As usual, the timing was right.

Laughter broke out as a Huffplepuff's hair turned bright pink. A moment later a Gryffindor screamed in pain, and the hall was in chaos.

Students fell off their chairs, either by pain or because they could not sit. Alexander felt the curse come and bit his lip bloody. A few seats from him, Carmilla did the same but the scream tore out from her throat after a while. Tom and Abraxas looked terrified at him, but saw his faint smile before he fell down. They looked at each other, and then at the chaos. The major one was by the Gryffindor table.

They shared the same thought:

'Had Alexander done this all by himself?'

-o-

"You big idiot!"

Alexander smiled at the fuming Tom and said:

"May I ask why you call me that?"

"Because you are one! What you did was torture!"

"No it wasn't. Crucio is ten times worse", the raven-haired teen replied. "Believe me, I know."

"Why did you do it?" the boy asked.

"Because the Gryffindors will learn", Alexander said. "They knew it was something that could happen anytime to anyone, but they will also know it was more directed towards them than anyone."

"And…?"

"They will be more careful", the raven-haired teen said with a smile.

"But you let yourself be in pain because of that!"

They were currently in Alexander's dorm; he had been released from the Infirmary like many other students. Tom was curled up against him, and Nagini was resting on his outstretched legs. Abraxas was with one of the younger students who had flaming red hair (her original colour was blonde) and tried to help her get it away. Alexander shook his head at Tom and said:

"Sometimes, the pain is worth it."

"They will not change their views with us, or stop! We are still the Dark and they are the Light! They are still the good, and we are forever the evil!"

Alexander began to speak even before he could even think:

"There is no good and evil, Tom. There is only power, and those too weak to seek it."

Tom stared at him with wide eyes, and the teen realized he had just spoken Lord Voldemort's words.

Tbc…


Alright, strange chapter. A bit on the torture side was those pranks, but what the hell… Alex isn't the person who lets the Gryffindors off with a few pranks.

And don't worry; this isn't the last we've seen of Carmilla and Abel. They play a big part in the sequel to this fic.

And sadly, this fic is soon to come to its' end, but there will be a sequel. I promise you that.

Chapter eight: haven't really thought about it. I will soon finish this, so maybe next chapter will the second to the last. We'll see what I've written to chapter eight.

Until later,

Ja,

Tiro