Disclaimer-I don't own Harry Potter. Nor am I making any profit from this story. It is intended to be for entertainment uses only.

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Summary: A merger of Tom Riddle and Harry Potter. How will the wizarding world fair?

"Speaking"

Thoughts

'Leglimency'

"Spells"

"Foreign Languages"

§Parseltongue§

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A/N: Warnings: Mentions of child abuse, violence, language and adult situations. Hogwarts in this story begins at thirteen and ends at nineteen. Not a big deal since witches and wizards are said to live longer.

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"Oi you! Stop!" A male voice called out from behind him.

Thirteen year old Harry James Potter cursed as he ran from the man trying to stop him. Not that the man didn't have a reason to be chasing the boy, he had just taken a man's wallet. He felt no guilt since the man was only a muggle. Besides Harry's needs were greater than his own. It wasn't like the Dursley's gave him an excess of money after all. Harry used his slighter form to push or slide his way around the large crowds in London.

Stupid Muggles. He spat mentally.

It went without saying that Harry had no great love or fondness for muggles. Most of them were weak and ignored everything they didn't think belonged in their little lives, especially those around Privet Drive in Surrey where he lived. You could do amazing feats of magic in front of them and most of time they find some way to excuse it away as something else; which wasn't always a bad thing for the magical community as a whole. Still they were a danger to the world of magic. For millennia the wizarding world had been more advanced the muggle world. The greatest thinkers and philosophers were wizards.

Health and hygiene had never been a problem in the wizarding world. They knew the importance of cleanliness centuries before the muggles. When muggles were still ignorant and drawing with pictures wizards had invented the written word, their homes were heated and well lit. It all changed at the beginning of the 1900s, with the dawn of the Industrial Revolution. Soon muggles were catching up to them. Transportation, health care, entertainment, production; suddenly there were areas where the standard world equaled or even exceeded the capabilities of the magical world.

The magical world had a great deal to be proud of as a culture. Where the muggle world was still struggling with racial and gender equality, the magical world was long past that. After all, magical power was not impacted by either factor. It was just as likely that the wife had a greater magical talent than her husband as the other way around. Yes, one could argue that the magical world treated the non-human magical species poorly but the muggle world didn't have a much better track record with indigenous people.

If there was one thing muggles were good at it was killing each other. There wasn't a day that went by that they weren't killing each other somewhere. What they lacked in magic they made up for with ingenuity and technology. Harry felt it was one of Voldemort's failings that he actually had known what muggles were capable of and still allowed his followers to target them. It was the utmost foolishness to torment muggles so openly. Voldemort and his Death Eaters had risked breaking the Statute of Secrecy and had threatened to expose their world before they even controlled it.

A big factor that was becoming increasingly alarming was muggle technology. Witches and wizards had suffered in the World Wars just as the muggles had. There were no wards to stop bombs, bullets or their war machines. They could roll right through a magical town without even knowing it. Their two economies were semi-connected and the wizarding world had suffered alongside their muggle neighbors. No, muggles were dangerous and anyone who thought otherwise was a fool. They needed to be monitored so they would not destroy their world. Their technology was becoming that powerful and damaging.

This didn't even begin to factor in their population. Muggles outnumbered witches and wizards by quite a bit. While Magicals numbered in the millions muggles numbered in the billions and didn't show any sign of stopping. Harry could see where it was going. Supply and demand. The muggles were using the Earth's natural resources like they were infinite; they were not. Within a century to a century and a half shortages would start to be noticed. Most countries didn't even have any measure of population control.

Some of the local teens liked to try and pick on Harry since they thought that he was weird. He didn't really have any friends nor had he ever tried to make any. They weren't magical or important and thus weren't worthy of his acknowledgment. Harry kept mostly to himself and was seen reading most of time. He didn't read just about one subject but a wide variety. While he might have thought a majority of muggles were useless it didn't mean he wouldn't use their knowledge for his own gain. Knowledge was a power all it's own, one he would never neglect to acquire for himself. Besides the fiction in the wizarding world left a lot to be desired.

Harry spent a lot of his time working on his wandless magic skills since he knew that they would be essential later in life. Wandless magic was not exactly uncommon in the wizarding world, with many witches and wizards being able to utilize it in some way. The size of a witch or wizards core usually played a large part on how skilled one was with wandless magic and the variety of spells they could cast. It was also effected by how close a connection the witch or wizard established with their core. Harry had spent years nurturing the connection with his own.

Wands and other focuses were used because they allowed their users to access their magic easier, thus allowing them to perform a wider range of spells with more consistent power. Though with enough time any witch or wizard could become proficient in using their wandless magics, most were just too lazy to put the time in it seeing as they had wands which they thought superior.

Fools. They ignore a possible advantage over the average masses. Harry sneered mentally. He would never make such a mistake. A majority of the witches and wizards were helpless without their wands. He would never allow himself to be so helpless.

There was no debating that Harry was powerful for a magical pre-teen. He both coveted and respected power. If you weren't powerful or didn't have something that interested him he normally wouldn't acknowledge you. You were basically beneath his notice. Harry disdained weakness just as Tom Riddle had. He saw no reason why others couldn't strengthen themselves. That didn't mean he necessarily couldn't find a use for anybody, cannon fodder was needed after all. If he needed knowledge he sought it out. If he needed to be stronger he worked for it.

His pursuit for greater power didn't stop with just his mind and magic either. He worked his body as well. Harry was tall for his age and slim with a swimmers build but a healthy amount of muscle and definition. Harry continually worked to strengthen his mind, magic and body and he would never stop. He had even gotten his relatives to allow him to train in muggle self defense classes including handling weapons. It would take him years to get up to a master level but he really enjoyed it. He didn't have any weapons of his own, and couldn't get his relatives to buy him any so he had to transfigure them, even then they weren't as good as the real thing.

Harry was 1st in his class with top grades in every subjects and he already spoke several languages. Even though it was muggle school his pride would not allow him to do anything but his best. He knew many languages including Spanish, German, French, Portuguese, Romanian, Egyptian, Albanian, Swedish, Finnish, Japanese, Chinese, Hindi, Russian, Sumerian, Babylonian, Greek, Arabic, Ancient Greek, Italian and the Aztec and Incan languages. The magical languages he could speak were Parseltongue, Gobbledygook, Latin, Mermish and even some elvish, giant and troll. He had learned Mermish as well since many treasures had been lost as sea over the years, treasure waiting to be found.

He learned to not only speak the languages but to read and write them. It was foolish to not know what possible enemies spoke and Goblins very much disdained wizards and the restrictions place upon them. The last language he spoke wasn't necessarily a language but it allowed him to communicate with Dementors. Not that he thought to get much use out of it in the future. If he had his way he would destroy the monsters. He had no use for needlessly torturing prisoners. Dementors were simply too dangerous to be allowed to live.

If anyone knew about this they would make both amazed and wonder at how he had learned everything at such a young age. Especially since he was not supposed to have had any interaction with magic that others knew of. The truth was the failed killing curse not only forged a connection between Harry and Voldemort but transferred a piece of Voldemort's soul, and some of his magic to Harry as well. The horcrux had tried to possess him but had failed since the magic from his mother's sacrifice was fresh.

Unfortunately when Dumbledore tied it to wards around Number Four Privet Drive the protection became dependent on the love Harry was given. Since his relatives despised his very existence the protection weakened. The horcrux had sensed this and tried to possess him again and once more failed. In a last bit of desperation it had latched onto his soul and transferred all of it's knowledge to him. The memories had heavily influenced the person Harry was. He was neither strictly Tom Riddle, Lord Voldemort or Harry Potter anymore but a melding of them. It had both harmed and helped Harry, in that he learned to utilize his magic early but he also saw things that no child should ever have to see.

Out of necessity one of the first things he had learned from his memories was Occlumency. He had had half a centuries worth of memories forced into head without warning. In the beginning they had given him headaches and random flashes of memories at inopportune times. He had built his shields behind of the natural ones that all witches and wizards had. He was by no means a Master at it yet, a powerful Legilimens would eventually be able to break into his mind after fifteen minutes of trying but for his age it was impressive. Learning Occlumency had helped him focus his magic while Leglimency, combined with wandless compulsion charms helped to develop Telepathy which allowed him control his relatives and others to a degree.

He used it to plant suggestions in his Aunt and Uncle's minds until he was allowed a decent amount of food, good clothes and the smallest bedroom upstairs. He had carefully adjusted their attitudes of him over a period of a several months lest they get suspicious, not that they were particularly strong willed or intelligent anyway but better safe than sorry. He felt no guilt whatsoever about controlling his relatives due to the way they had treated him. He had tied them to the wards around Number Four to draw power from. When he reentered the wizarding world and had access to his vaults he would come up with a more permanent solution. For now his relatives mostly ignored him except to ask him to do a few chores which was fine by him. He used the work and some of own free time to keep his body in shape.

The effects of multiple rituals Tom Riddle had done in his life had transferred over to Harry as well. He had almost inhuman reflexes, highly durable skin, greater physical strength than should have been possible for his age and size and he was more resistant to magical attacks. He had had to utilize a mirror to test the last one, trying to hit himself with a wandless stunning charm. Most low level spells such as a stunning charm would be ineffective against him. Tom had also done rituals to lengthen his natural life span but Harry didn't know if they would have the same effect on him or not.

Running into an alleyway Harry twisted and apparated into his bedroom. Thankfully he renewed his one-way silencing charms on it every morning and night so it went unnoticed even by the wards placed around the home since he was keyed into them. He really didn't care for apparating but wasn't able to "ghost" like Voldemort had which allowed him to move quickly over large areas, seemingly disappearing and reappearing without sound, and a slight afterimage. It looked like a cool skill to have even if it did remind him of a vampire from the muggle movies.

It was actually a skill that Dumbledore had developed. It was actually a different form of apparition. It allowed the user to to be able to get to a location without immediately teleporting, but still at an immense speed, and also being fully in control at the same time. Walking downstairs Harry found his Aunt sitting in the lounge trying to knit something for his little whale of a cousin.

"There's roast, gravy and potatoes for dinner. Make a plate and take it up to your room." Petunia said, not even looking up from her knitting.

Harry didn't even bother acknowledging her and just walked into the kitchen. His uncle and cousin were sitting at the table pigging out. Quickly grabbing a plate lest they eat all the food, he filled it full before grabbing a large glass of fruit juice and walking upstairs. He would not sit and eat with them if he could help it.

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He woke the next morning to the sun shining through the window and onto his face. Getting up he slipped on his running clothes before taking off outside. Today was his birthday but he wasn't expecting a party from the Dursley's; not that he wanted one. He usually received a bit of money and a Happy Birthday but that was about it.

On his way back inside he found a pile of letters on the floor. Quickly looking through them he found a large envelope with:

Mr. H. Potter

The Corner Bedroom

Number 4, Privet Drive

Little Whinging, Surrey

Stuffing it into his messenger bag before anyone could see it he laid the rest of the mail on a small table in the hallway. Walking into his bedroom he put his letter away in his desk before taking a quick shower. When he arrived back into his room he immediately opened the envelope. Inside was four folded pieces of parchment, two pamphlets, a train ticket with golden trim that read Platform 9 ¾, a small leather pouch, and a school brochure.

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry if you so desire. Please find the enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment along with an acceptance form. Also provided with this letter is a school brochure and several pamphlets explaining the magical world, how to get to our shopping centers, The Ministry of Magic, and lastly Hogsmeade, an all magical settlement located near Hogwarts.

Please owl your acceptance or denial no later than August 10th. If you are unable to obtain an owl you may place the letter in the muggle mail addressed to: Hogwarts School for the Gifted and it will reach us. Term begins on September 1st.

Students should note that they are allowed to bring a cat, an owl, or a toad as their companion to Hogwarts. Any others must be specially requested before school begins.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Head of Gryffindor House

Transfiguration Mistress, 1st Class

P.S. Included in this envelope is a small leather pouch. Inside is the key to your trust vault in Gringotts bank in Diagon Alley set up by your late parents. Since you live with muggles(non-magical people) you can use this envelope to hide the key from them if you need to and to hold it safely. A school representative is available to take you to gather your supplies if your Aunt and Uncle are unable to.

Opening the envelope farther he found the small leather pouch. With his senses he felt a weak Muggle-Repelling charm on it. Opening it a golden key fell out. He knew that different keys indicated different levels of a clients wealth in Gringotts. Gold was for the wealthiest clients.

Opening his window he whistled and watched as one of the school's barn owls flew in, landing on his desk. He sealed a letter of acceptance inside an envelope before handing it to the bird. He asked for a representative to come since he didn't want to show the advanced things that he could do or that he knew about the wizarding world at all when he wasn't supposed to. Harry had argued with himself back and forth for a long time on deciding whether or not to attend Hogwarts. While he knew more about magic than they would ever teach him there learning magic wasn't the only reason to go. Only the most powerful and elite were accepted to attend Hogwarts. Power and position meant possible allies for the future. With him attending Hogwarts he could gather to him allies when they young enough for him to mold them to his liking. Finally he decided that it would be best for him to do so.

Meanwhile Harry opened the brochure. It was a fairly new procedure, obviously based off the muggle private schooling idea. It mainly talked about the school, the subjects it taught,about Hogsmeade and how to get to Platform 9 ¾. Towards the back was a teacher directory. Included were pictures and a summary of their lives and qualifications.

Severus Snape! He growled while his eyes narrowed with anger and hatred.

He had been one of Voldemort's Death Eaters and had led to Voldemort pursuing his parents with an even greater furor and killing them. He knew that Snape had hated his father and his godfather for bullying him while he attended Hogwarts. Snape had been infatuated with his mother who he had been friends with before attending Hogwarts but had a falling out with in their fifth year.

~Flashback~

"What is it you needed to speak with me about Severus?" I whispered dangerously while running my long, thin fingers along Nagini's smooth scales. While Severus was a valuable servant he was entirely too slippery. He sly and cunning, a true Slytherin. Still he had sent him out to spy on the Old Fool and he might have something of import to speak with him about.

I am amused to see Severus' skin pale slightly at his dangerous tone. My followers know to tread carefully around me when my anger is roused. Those that didn't soon learned the lesson. Painful curses were great motivators even to some of the imbeciles that serve me.

"M-My Lord I was spying on Dumbledore like you asked and followed him to the Hogs Head pub in Hogsmeade." Severus said, kneeling on the floor in front of him. Ah the pub of the manipulative old fool's brother. I scoff mentally at the thought of such a powerful wizard willingly languishing in such filth, such a lowly profession. The strong were meant to lead, the weak were to serve. My servant shifts in front of me and I know that Severus is afraid but he needn't be if he has brought me good news. "He was interviewing a new teacher for the Divination Post, a Trelawney."

My eyes narrowed while my nostrils flared.

"Get on with it Severus." I hissed, waving a hand impatiently. "I have very little interest in the subject of Divination."

"O-of course my L-Lord." Severus stuttered. "He was about to end the interview as she appeared to be a fraud when she went into a trance and began to give a prophecy. It spoke of one with the power to defeat you my Lord."

"How did she sound?" I asked intently, glaring at him. It was known to those who did the research that those with visions acted peculiarly during them.

"She became rigid and spoke in a raspy voice with a slight echo." Severus answered. "When it was over she went on as if she hadn't done anything."

"Hmm, it sounds like she is actually a Prophetess, not a seer. They never remember the prophecies they deliver." I murmured before refocusing my ruby gaze on my servant. "What did this prophecy say Severus?"

"The one born with the power to vanquish the –Dark Lord approaches...born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies." Severus answered. "I-I was not able to hear the rest it for I was caught by the Headmaster's brother."

Rage pounded through my veins. Incompetent Fool!

"Crucio!" I cursed him. The intoxicating feeling of Dark Magic rushed through my body as my magic reached out and lit his nerves on fire. I only held it for several seconds since had brought me this important news and because he was a Potions Master. He couldn't afford to damage Severus permanently. That was the main reason Severus did not perform many tasks for him that took him out of safety. Potion Masters were rare, especially those who agreed with his philosophies. "That is for your incompetence Severus. I honestly expected more from you. Now leave me."

Severus stumbled to his feet.

"Y-yes my Lord." He said with a shaky bow.

I growled after he left, standing up to pace the room. My wand flashes as I destroy everything within reach in my rage.

A fucking prophecy! After all that I had accomplished, all that I had sacrificed how could this have possibly happened? I cannot believe that a mere babe would be able to defeat me, me Lord Voldemort! The greatest sorcerer in the world. After all that I have subjected myself to. All of the rituals and the spells and potions. I, who have gone further than any other in the pursuit of immortality.

I had never given prophecy or divination much thought. It was widely considered a useless discipline, only useful to those with the Sight. Still I could not discount the child growing up and being trained by my enemies to defeat me.

"I will not die!" I growled. "Nothing will stop me from achieving my destiny!"

I panted harshly, my heart thundering in my chest.

§What troubles you my Master?§ Nagini asked.

I grimaced as I forced myself to calm down utilizing Occlumency. I needed to be calm and plan.

§It seems that there is someone with the potential to destroy me and all of my hard work!§ I replied with a growl. I would not allow that to happen! I had come too far to fail now.

§Surely no one could stand up to you Master. Even the old fool Dumbledore is no match for your greatness.§ She hissed.

§There is never a certainty my dear.§ I replied, scowling at the fire burning in my fireplace. §There is always the possibility of defeat.§

§Then you should eliminate this enemy before they can harm you.§ Nagini encouraged him.

§Even if it is a child?§ I asked, knowing how protective magical serpents were of the young.

§Even if that is so Master.§ She replied, a slight tone of regret. §Surely the sacrifice of one child is worth it to obtain your great goals.§

~End Flashback~

Harry might not care as much for his parents as a normal person but they had been his!

Mine!Mine!Mine!

Harry uncurled his fists, briefly showing bloody nail marks before they healed.

Severus Snape, you will get what is coming to you. I swear it! Harry mentally growled. The pathetic man was one of the reasons his mother was dead. He also remembered how Snape had lusted after his mother and had even asked the Voldemort to spare her. Voldemort had given her a chance to escape but she had given her life for his in hope of saving him.

She should have fought, destroyed the wall and escaped with me. Harry thought bitterly. If she had lived I would not have grown up with muggles.