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The Dark Lord Who?

Harry slumped in his chair, staring out the window of his small Portland apartment. He'd been here for six months, living solely in the mundane world. He'd only ventured into the magical world for some potions ingredients to restock the trunk full he kept in his storage tattoo. A few of the rarer healing potions would have been useful back with Serena and Darrien but he'd been out. Even after so long he still wasn't a Potions Master but he was a hundred times better than he had been in school. Now he was regretting slipping into Portland's magical sector. Sitting on the table in front of him was the Magical Times with a blaring headline that made him feel sick.

Dark Lord Terrorises Countryside!

What will Lord Potter do next?

That didn't mean much but they said a picture was worth a thousand words and the picture made things very clear. Seeing his own face splashed across the paper, though a few years younger, was a massive shock. Though it did explain some of the strange looks he'd gotten when he was out. What could have happened to make the him here a Dark Lord worse than Riddle had ever been? Yes, he sometimes danced with the Dark to do what had to be done, he wasn't the naïve little Gryffindor anymore after all, but genocide, mass mind control? No, he would never go that far. Though at least he knew why he was here now. It obviously had to do with his alternate. Of course that didn't tell him exactly why he was here. Was he meant to stop him, save one of his victims, train up an army to fight him? There were so many options! And why no want to go to England? He'd worked out a while ago that once in a world he would move to the country he was needed in or get a job that would lead to it fairly soon after arriving but there was nothing this time. So did that mean he needed to get America involved in the fight? After all, if left alone this Harry would conquer Europe and then move on. But first thing first, if he was going to get involved he might as well see what titles he could nick off his younger self, after all he was now the eldest heir.

Harry leant back in his chair even as the men stared at him in disbelief. It was always fun when he got to shock important people. Shocking the Magical President and his top aides was very amusing. Oh he hadn't told them half of the truth but admitting to being Harry Potter's older brother, hidden away to ensure the family line continued when they went into hiding, had been the most fun he'd had in a while. That made Samuel Potter the senior heir, so there went Harry Potter's titles, although did that include the title of Dark Lord? After all Harry was no longer a Lord.

"Why come to me?"

"It's pretty obvious what he wants, I want to stop him."

"And what do you think he wants Lord Potter?"

"The world. As soon as he has Europe he'll come for the rest. Maybe you'd be next, maybe you'd be last but eventually he would come for America with an army you could never match."

"And how do you think you could help?"

"Well I've already stripped him of all of his titles and the family fortune which is a lot larger than it should be. Guess no one told him to spread out his ill-gotten gains. He can get more from his people but he's lost a nice chunk. I've also given him a target, me. Can anyone say trap?" Harry grinned and the President blinked before looking at the others who nodded.

Harry Potter glared at his prisoner. He'd known it was a trap from the start and had overcome it. Now this fake was his prisoner. He'd had the others killed already and then dismissed his people so it was just the two of them. "Who are you?"

"Lord Samuel Remus Potter. Nice to see you again baby brother." The older man smirked and Harry snarled at him.

"I am the only Potter!"

"Not according to the Goblins or magic." Samuel stood up and Harry blinked in shock, how had he broken those binds. "You still have a lot to learn kiddo. Pity you chose the path you did. Oh I get it, horrible childhood, Dumbledore's weapon, woe is me, well you."

"You know nothing 'brother'."

"Oh I know more than you could imagine. I guess it was inevitable. I mean there had to be a world out there somewhere where we were an idiot. I'm no white knight, I've touched the Dark but you…frankly you make me sick." Samuel seemed to be on a roll and Harry was feeling less and less in control of the situation by the minute. Was his brother mad? Maybe that was why he was sent away. "I guess I'll have to clean up your mess."

"Oh? And how do you plan to do that when you'll never leave this room alive?"

"You're right. Samuel Potter won't. But here's the thing, he never existed in the first place. It was just easier than having to explain who I am."

"And who are you?" There was no harm in letting this play out, what could he do to him after all?

"Lord Harry James Potter."

Harry laughed. "You are mad."

"Possibly, but at my age that's allowed. Never piss off Death kid, tends to really make life interesting. Not like I meant to do it anyway, how was I meant to know what my destiny was? But your destiny has been set since I was brought to this world." He sighed and then shrugged. "Let's get this over with."

Two younger members dragged the body from the room, whispers said it was their Lord's older brother, well it had been. Now it was Thestral food. They then re-joined their fellows to hear their orders and any news He deemed they should know. None felt the magic flowing through their Marks, seeking out those who were true and those who had joined to keep their loved ones safe. Soon there would be a lot fewer marked. A nifty bit of magic picked up from a nice Yank he'd had some adventures with. Indiana Jones had almost had worse luck with peaceful events then he did. Death's Marked smirked as they filed out of the room. He'd taken care of the Dark Lord and his true followers. The various governments could deal with the rest. After all Samuel Potter was dead and Harry Potter would soon join him, leaving their distant cousin Dean to inherit and retire to a beach in the Caribbean.

Harry sipped his cocktail and watched the sunset over the Caribbean waters. Life here was good. He had no regrets over what he had done. He'd ended the war without spilling one drop of civilian blood. And maybe he'd overdone things in his anger at his alternate but he could live with what he'd done. Dumbledore had been wrong, not everyone could be redeemed and Harry had gone too far to ever come back. He snorted, it had been for the Greater Good. How he hated those words but in this case it was true.

TBC….

A short one. I think Harry's a little burnt out from all this so we're giving him a good few decades to chill on the beach.

If you're wondering about my stories and updates its reaching the end of semester where everything goes crazy. That's why this one gets updated so much, it's easy to destress and get a one shot chap out unlike other fics where I have to think.