I'm back from the dead… I'm the author who suddenly updates after like 5 years. And I've been away-that long. Anyways I'm back, for a few chapters most likely or until I get tired of doing NaNoWriMo.

Chapter 26

Harrison stood right across the Dark Lord. He almost took a step back, but this was his life's mission. There was no way he wanted to be a bloody coward, and now was not the time to get down.

Was it safe to say that he was nervous? Yeah, he was. Normally, he wouldn't-but this was the Dark Lord. He knew and heard the familiar tales from the Death Eaters that resided in Azkaban. On how the Dark Lord quickly went insane, how often they got Crucio'd for making mistakes or were disappointed. He heard how terrifying it was just standing near them.

Harrison once scoffed at the idea, but now being near him. He was terrified, and unsure what to do. That was unlike him through and through. He always had a plan. He made sure that he was one step ahead of everyone before the Headmaster decided to show his scheming self once more; before the Potters decided to go do something else again. He had to be.

He vowed himself that he wouldn't be behind again. Not after what they did to him. When the last time he was caught off guard, he got thrown into Azkaban for something he didn't do. He could still remember the resentment and the shock for a few days before he even learned to chat with his fellow inmates.

And now here he was, unsure what to do. Harrison froze in his steps. His mind trying to find something, but just followed Sirius's actions when he kneeled right before him.

"M'lord?" Sirius said quietly.

Harrison gulped and tried to steady his heartbeat. He looked at the dirt, just memorizing every detail in hoping to distract himself.

"A child and a blood traitor… I should curse you, but alas… I'm not in a position to do so," The spirit said weakly.

Harrison gulped. He suddenly found his voice and tried to make it sound steady.

"Actually, we're here to give you your body back."

Harrison sighed in relief. He could feel the glee radiating off the Dark Lord.

"Rise," The Dark Lord said, sounding extremely pleased.

Harrison stood up, and looked at the ground, not daring to meet the Dark Lord in the eyes. He saw through his peripheral vision that Sirius was quickly as nervous as him. It was one thing to do everything in trying to resurrect him back to his full power than actually being near him.

Suddenly, he heard a rustling movement through the plants. It wasn't human, it almost sounded like a snake slithering through the forest. It was almost impossible since no creatures often go through here, clear of some of the skulls and bodies that laid dead on the forest terrain.

*Who are these people, master?* The snake said, slithering to the spirit form of the Dark Lord.

*Just two of my followers wanting to bring their master back to his body* The Dark Lord hissed to the snake.

Harrison twitched his hand. He wanted to say something to the snake, but didn't dare to. He knew that the Dark Lord spoke parseltongue, but there was a difference between stories and hearing it in real life. Red eyes bore into him, but Harrison paid no mind.

After a couple of seconds, The Dark Lord turned to Sirius and said that he was going to possess him for a few. Sirius nodded stiflingly. He saw Sirius stiffen a little bit, but relaxed after a few seconds. The snake trailed up his body and settled around Sirius' shoulders.

Harrison didn't say anything. Merely, taking the hand of Sirius and the apporated out of the forest.

After they landed in Grimmauld Place, Harrison dusted off any dirt and dust that lingered on his robes. He made sure his mask showed no emotion, and was basically a perfectly raised pureblood in a way.

"Any ideas on how to get your body back, my lord?" Harrison inquired. He knew the Dark Lord was still currently Sirius and it kinda made it a little awkward, but he'll just work around that.

"A couple… Depending how good your brewing skills are which is better than others in your year… Am I right?"

"Yes," He said. That was a fact. Potions came easy to him, thanks to the Death Eaters telling him and Ella about certain properties in Potions and reading books. It helped him excel in all of his classes and the pissed off look on Saeviour did get a little amusing.

But also, it was mainly to not get any suspicions raised on him, and that he was really good for being an ex-prisoner of Azkaban.

"I also did get the Elixir of Life, my lord," Harrison continued. "I put it in my trunk for safe keeping, which I could go give you, my lord."

Sirius/The Dark Lord nodded. Harrison headed towards his room, and dived into his trunk. He removed several parseltongue wards off of the one object, and gave it to Sirius/The Dark Lord.

"May I ask why you're helping me, child?" He asked.

"I need to get revenge," Harrison simply stated like it was a matter of fact. "And besides, the light has done absolutely nothing for me."

"Let me in your head," he hissed.

Harrison nodded. He let down all of his occulamancy shields (which felt really weird), and looked Sirius in the eyes. He could feel the Dark Lord prodding around in his head.

The Dark Lord took care instead of ripping the memories apart, mainly not to leave suspicions around. It looked like the old coot was up to his own tricks and watching a first year, and casting legilimens on a child nonetheless illegally. It also wouldn't do for a prodigy that reminded him of himself, and have problems remembering anything.

Once he got his body back, he was going to lay low for a while so that the old fool wouldn't get too suspicious, and think he was at full strength. No, he would attack the moment he didn't suspect.

He looked through Harrison's earliest memories. He noticed how quickly after he attacked the Potters, their behaviour changed. From loving both of the twins to neglecting the younger one because they believed that the older one had vanquished him. He wasn't physically abused, but the child was just starved of loved that all he had was negative feelings.

He could visibility tell when Harrison was in the room and not in the room, when it came to accidental magic. As soon as the Potters caught wind of magic being displayed, they rushed to floo the old man; believing it as a sign that their older child was destined to vanquish him.

Every time, Dumbledore and the Potters tried pressuring Saeviour in lifting something or transfiguring something by his magic-but nothing happened. It didn't even seem like the boy even had a magical core as the child didn't do anything. But when Harrison was around, something always happened.

How they didn't see what was right in front of them? Voldemort had no idea, but they were clearly blindsides in their older child.

He saw Harrison talking in the garden just chatting to the garden snakes. He was a speaker so it seemed. He was incredibly confused about that, but the ability was only in the Slytherin bloodline. Voldemort truly doubted the Potters mingled into the Slytherin line. They were light as they could be, despite being friends with Blacks before cutting them off because it didn't look as good in their eyes. Idiots.

It wasn't until the boy was six, when the aurors came, proclaiming that Harrison was accused of killing several muggles and harming several others. He scoffed at the fact as even though the Potters were in the muggle world visiting Lady Potter's aunt. The whole incident basically screamed Dumbledore's name all over it. It was impossible for a child to kill that many people with magic, and the child in question wasn't even near it.

Only Dumbledore was the one who schemes and made sure it is for the "greater good" as the old fool liked to admit. Only the old man would twist everything and everyone for his own benefit, and lie about everything.

Then he was taken away to Azkaban. A child in Azkaban was practically unreasonable especially with accidental magic. Without a trial or anything. It only seemed like the Potters wanted to get rid of him, for their own benefit. Harrison didn't even do that much magical training even at his age, and he was basically reading to pass his time or whatever he saw.

He saw his inner circle take the child in. They taught the boy everything they knew, and told him stories about his reign and how it ended. They protected the boy from the dementors, even when the dementors came. He even saw Bellatrix duelling with the kid before another child showed up.

He recognized the dirty-blonde child from what Bellatrix told him before he'd fallen. It seemed the light truly had fallen from placing two children in Azkaban-one for killing others due to getting exorcism, and the other getting blamed.

He saw the whispers between the two, on how much Harrison took care of her everyday. His Death Eaters helped the two children with studies, and just tried to keep them entertained while the light dimmered behind their reasons after the dementors came. He saw how much Harrison hid his emotions and vowed for one thing.

It continued for years before eventually the idiot, Fudge decided to let the boy out saying that, "there was new evidence that came to light."

Fast forwarding through the memories, he saw Harrison placed into Slytherin. Lord Potter sent a howler that all Slytherins were whores which made him furious. Slytherin defended their own, and place for the cunning and ambitious. Only the prejudiced ones made it think "it's the only house that was dark."

He paid special attention to his slippery friend. The boy was too observable for his own good as he recognized what the Potion's masters said. It seemed that his loyalties only lied with him and not the old fool.

He saw how Harrison disregarded the Potter name immediately within getting disowned. He was shocked as he found out that he was the boy's guardian through magic, but the boy was able to do wandless magic. Not many witches or wizards were able to be that proficient at it.

It wasn't until he saw that Harrison found his diary and was using it for personal gain. He'd have to have a word with Lucius for not protecting his dary. The one thing that he told Lucius to guard, and just left it for a first year to find. Granted, he was glad that the horcrux didn't start leeching off of the boy's magical core as he knew his younger self was keen on being possessive.

Voldemort pulled out of the boy's memories. He looked at the ex-convent in the eyes.

"Did Dumbledore ever tell you that I didn't kill your brother… I was targeting you?" He asked.

Green eyes looked at him, and shock was written all over his face.


This took me ages. But I figured out everything through Reddit and everything else, in making it make sense. I had to end it like that, because it made sense as I have plans. I'm going to try and update frequently through school work and other things, but I'm back for right now. Drop a review down below and tell me what you think!