"How is it that Harry Potter continues to evade you? You are my Death Eaters and yet you have failed me at every turn." Lord Voldemort shouted, having killed those Death Eaters who went against his orders and killed that Journalist themselves.
He had been demeaning and belittling the Death Eaters for many months now, previously demanding to know how they failed to locate the imposter parading around as a good version of him. There was only one Lord Voldemort and will only ever be one, eventually he would imprison this "Marvolo Gaunt" and use him as a Horcrux and as a source of magic in much the same way as he had given Potter his magic to destroy Wool's Orphanage.
"At least tell me that one of you has a lock on Gellert Grindelwald, or at the very least some information that could point in his direction." Voldemort demanded, earning nothing but silence from those in attendance.
That silence stretched on for two minutes, then three, and after it had reached five minutes there was finally a response from one of the Death Eaters, a young French man who had recently been recruited rose to his feet and explained that the former Dark Lord was nowhere to be found. In response to the bad news Voldemort killed the man idly, dismissing his men and leaving before they had filed out of the room.
"There has to be something I can do, support for Potter grows by the day while some of my Death Eaters have tried to abandon my cause in favour of Potter's." The Dark Lord complained to himself, missing Bellatrix Lestrange more and more as each day passed.
"It is nearly impossible to find good help these days."
Not for the first time was he furious at himself for pushing forward Dumbledore's death when he did, simply leaving him to pass away naturally and not involving himself with those filthy Mudbloods would have left him in a much better state in relation to Potter's mobilisation against him.
As he sat by the fireplace, enjoying a glass of Firewhiskey, a memory flashed in his mind, the memory of Tom Riddle sending letters to Potter to build his trust before ever meeting him. The idea of having Potter join him had never gone away, sure he had lost hope in it ever happening but it was always there.
Suddenly his anger spiked and he threw the glass into the fireplace, rising to his feet and pacing back and forth.
"I am the Dark Lord, I shouldn't have to grovel to this minor inconvenience, perhaps I should pay a visit to Hogwarts tonight." He planned, deciding to contact Amycus Carrow to see about him finally helping his Lord through the wards.
He activated the man's Dark Mark, or rather would have if it was possible. After three attempts, all of which failed, his anger spiked again. He was angrier than he had ever been, how could Potter keep foiling his plans, especially if he wasn't at Hogwarts? It while contemplating this that he remembered something that the Daily Prophet had reported.
"Harry Potter's little brother is at Hogwarts, he will be a very useful piece of bait."
Letting his anger fuel him, Voldemort stormed out of his base of operations and began to head to Hogwarts, making use of his stolen technique of flight to cross the distance.
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"Harry! Can you hear us?" Durley shouted at his brother, who had suddenly collapsed during dinner one day.
"The connection between him and Voldemort is severed, it has been for a long time." Marvolo exclaimed, feeling the familiar magic of Voldemort around Harry. "The only way this could even happen would be if he was experiencing such a level of rage that it broke past all of Harry's barriers, though for it to have this effect he would have to also be drawing upon Harry's magic."
"Hogwarts isn't safe." Harry shouted, shooting up as he regained consciousness, though unfortunately Dudley was too close to avoid Harry's suddenly rising head and cried out in pain when their skulls collided.
"What do you need us to do?" Neville questioned, rising to his feet in preparation for what Harry would say. "What is the plan?"
"The plan is we will fight, all of us, Fawkes will be able to get us there before he reaches the castle, though he is indeed already in Scotland."
"We must move quickly, Ron, Theo, contact the rest, let them know that we will be there soon and that Voldemort is on the way."
"Sure thing." Ron responded, while Theo immediately began calling Draco.
"Neville, I need you to grow enough Mandrake to unpetrify an entire school."
"What do you plan?" Marvolo inquired, not liking the sound of anything that could petrify the students of Hogwarts.
"The Basilisk beneath Hogwarts passed away and her last wish was to give me her killing stare, though as I am not a Basilisk it ended up resulting in me having the ability to petrify someone using my eyes, though her donation to the construction of my sword has allowed me to channel the power through the sword, amplifying it to be able to impact people without direct eye contact, but with a glance at my sword."
"Hey Harry, it just so happens that Ella's is leading an Elemental session with Derek and Angelina, he is instructing his students to return to the castle, with all of the Earth Elementals being tasked with bringing up massive rings of rock to block Voldemort's advance."
"Nothing phases that boy." Harry remarked with a smile, turning to speak to Grindelwald.
"Do you wish to help us in this fight or would you rather wait here to help Durley and Nora with the healing of anyone who is injured?"
"One thing that never made the history books was the fact that I was trained as a Mediwitch before I left Durmstrang, I can teach these two all I know in the meantime."
"Thank you Gellert, your help is greatly appreciated." Harry responded to the man, heading to get Fawkes and leading those who would be going with him, namely Ron, Marvolo, Theo, Neville, Tonks, Blaise (Note for editor: add any Vipers I've forgotten -if any- please) to get the Phoenix.
"Voldemort wants a fight does he? Well he will certainly get one."
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The wards of Hogwarts were surprisingly easy to get through, almost as if they avoided fighting him to prevent their destruction, and as a result Voldemort was stood outside Hogwarts, or more specifically, he was outside the numerous rings or dirt and rocks that were now surrounding the school.
"How did they know I was coming?" Voldemort questioned, to nobody in particular.
"You really need to reign in your anger Tom." Harry Potter said behind him, angering him with the usage of his birth name.
"Ah, Harry, this is your resistance? Your answer to the threat that I pose?"
"Pretty much, yeah, I know that once Marvolo gets close enough to you then he will be able to absorb your soul out of your body." Harry responded, a cocky smile on his face, further infuriating the Dark Lord.
"Unfortunately for you, he won't get the chance to do any such thing. Avada Kedavra!" He called out, sending a killing curse at Harry, which was easily avoided by the boy.
"Osso Rotto." Harry cast, among the many spells sent by his allies and friends in retaliation for the killing curse sent at him.
Harry's spell was the only one that hit, dropping the Dark Lord to the ground for a moment as he began the counter-curse.
"Diffindo, Carpe Retractum." Harry shouted, hitting Voldemort in the thigh and causing him to emit a scream that left their ears bleeding, as well as a concussion burst that injured the Vipers, knocking a few of them out due to the position they landed in. As Fawkes flew in to flash the injured out, Harry rose to his feet, though not as steadily as he would have liked.
"You've lost Tom, just accept that." Harry informed the furious Dark Lord.
"You have only delayed me Potter, don't forget that I have spent a long time staring through your very eyes, even at times when you remained unaware. I know one thing that you cannot defend against." Voldemort responded and in the next moment Harry dropped to the floor, waking up in the same spot on the grounds, which somehow contained the maze from the Tri-wizard tournament.
"Okay… this is officially weird." He commented to himself, finding that his flying ability wasn't responding. "Oh yeah, the anti-flying spell."
"Did you forget so quickly?" A voice responded behind him, the voice of Tom Riddle.
"Wait if you're here then that means…" Harry began, falling silent as his vision darkened and Tom placed a hand on his shoulder, forcing him back into the second-person perspective from the tournament. "Fuck." was all Harry could say when the realisation hit.