A/N: Hi Guys. So first I want to get the reviews out of the way.
First, to Anmoldance and 2 other reviewers: Yes, the story will change. As I said this story is a "derivative" of Paid in Blood.(Read the damn description man)
Second, to NazalBelserion: He isn't an actual Dark Lord. Yes, He uses Dark Magic and blah blah blah. But he isn't crazy or anything. He's more like a Dark Grey Lord. I think that should answer you question.
Third to justintidy, why thank you :).
Now, I want to ask you guys a question: Would you rather shorter but faster updates or slower but longer updates. Its your choice. I plan on writing around 2000 words into this. Thanks for the reviews guys, I really appreciate it. I am also working on another ff that you guys might like.
I plan on trying to write as much as possible. Hopefully, 2 or 3 chapters a week. But, the least I will write is 1 chapter a week.
SPOILER: Ok, so most people won't read this after seeing the first line but Crucio Infinito is a modified Cruciatis that does not require intent, cuz the pain in it so bad it can make a person go mad within 5 minutes. Crucio is "Torture" while Infinito means "Infinite" essentially meaning Infinite Torture.
Now that some people mention it: I DO NOT OWN ANY, I REPEAT, ANY RIGHTS TO THE FANFICTION. I AM NOT EARNING ANY MONEY FROM THIS FANFICTION AS EVIDENCED BY MY EMPTY POCKET. I AM SIMPLY WRITING A STORY OF WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF HARRY POTTER IN PAID IN BLOOD DID THE RITUAL RIGHT. That will be all thank you. :D
EDIT: Ok. So, New thing to add. As per paid in blood, the story will kinda fast during the years. I will try to write as best as I can but you can't really blame me. I have to study for the damn exams and they are inching closer and closer. Its just a warning for next chapters.
Chapter 1: P- P- Peverell?
Harry James Peverell woke up to a white ceiling limbo. 'Damn it' It seems it did not work!'
"Who- Who- are you?" Harry asked, looking at the middle-aged man.
"I am you." The Dark Lord replied casually.
"Wha- Whadyu mean?" The 10-year-old stuttered.
The Dark Lord simply shook his head and looked the kid in the eye, "It means, Harry James Potter, that I am you. I came back from the future to save the love of my, or should I say your, life. Now, I have a few things to say. Promise me. That you will fully merge with me. You will take a backseat to the driver's seat but I swear to you that you will not regret a single moment or decision that I make. Allow yourself to view my memories after we merge. We will merge either way, no questions. But this will allow me to fully integrate myself into you."
"What do you mean? How did you come back from the future? How do we merge?" asked the irate 10-year-old. Peverell sighed and started explaining to his younger self the concept of wizards, magic, deathly hallows and the wizarding world.
"o- Okay. I will do it" stuttered out a rather perplexed Harry Potter.
"Alright, now close your eyes. This will not hurt."
"It won't hurt all right, you complete idiot" rang out a ragged voice.
Peverell's eye widened, "Death"
"Yes, I am what you foolish mortals called Death" replied Death condescendingly
"Wh- What are you doing here" wheezed Peverell.
"Making sure the merge doesn't go wrong, you moron. And to think that my future self chose you as my champion… I must be losing my touch."
"So, you lost your touch in 10 years? Because I received the mantle 10 years after Potter's timeline." Peverell drawled.
"OI! I'm still here, you know," shouted an irate Harry Potter causing both manifestations of death to turn towards him.
Death scoffed and said, "The merge must be completed or the timeline will become unstable. That is why I brought Young Mr. Potter to the brink of death and allowed you to meet him. All you have to do is convince him and I will merge both of you. Peverell will be in control of your body Mr. Potter, but you will exist in a subconscious state. You will both be of the same soul. You will also retain your status as the Master of Death. And for obvious reasons, I want Tom Marvolo's soul. Peverell, that is your first task."
Peverell's eyes turned eerily white and bowed, "Of course, Death. His soul shall be yours."
"Harry… please. I want to see HER again. You will understand my plight, should you want to merge with me. You will get your revenge on these worthless muggles that have been torturing you for a long time."
Harry Potter thought about it and agreed, "Yes, I guess. Never had I felt such hopelessness. Please, just don't make me regret whatever merging is." Peverell merely nodded and looked at Death. "I have many things to discuss with you Death. I sincerely hope you hear me out
Both of the mortals were surrounded in a flash of light and came close, forming only one light.
August 1 before the merge,
One Harry James Potter was silently weeping and cursing at how bad his life was. He had just handed in his exam grades and had been whipped and slammed into the wall while getting hit on the head with a metal frying pan. It had not been the worst punishment. But it was definitely on the worse scale. How would he know how he got to talk to snakes, make glass disappear, have an eidetic memory and somehow teleport? "It was just like magic," he explained. His uncle and aunt sneered at this and made sure he knew exactly that there were no such things at magic… That was until he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his forehead and saw black. Not that anyone would notice, he was still in the cupboard. His sentence to the cupboard was a week with only 5 days' worth of food.
After the merge,
Harry 'Potter' woke up from his slumber. His emerald eyes blazing as he simply waved the elder wand that appeared in his hand. The door shattered as the force of the spell hit it.
"BOY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING? COME HERE NOW." Vernon shouted.
Harry complied meekly as he always did. And as Vernon unbuckled his belt from his fat waist, Harry's eye became eerily white.
His voice monotone but radiating with power, "Did you seriously think you could keep the fact that I am a wizard from me?"
The belt from Vernon's hand slipped out and started wrapping around his neck. Vernon looked angrily at the boy only to find a black stick with a beady structure pointing at him. Vernon snarled, "You imbecilic freak, What the Fuck do you think you are doing?"
"Ah, yes. I am a freak aren't I? Because I can do magic and I am a wizard? No… This is payback. And look at that… you are fate's bitch. Crucio Infinito." Vernon screamed with all his might as he felt his nerve ending burn, his nails felt as if they kept getting ripped out, his stomach felt as if it was twisting in on itself, his bones felt as if they were breaking and fixing themselves. After a minute, Harry released the spell and looked loathingly at the whimpering Vernon. "So weak, these muggles," he muttered ashe canceled the silencing spell he cast over the room. "AUNT PETUNIA," he called out, smirking.
The horse-necked aunt came down with anger, only to find a smirking Harry James Potter and a whimpering Vernon Dursley. He had that thing in his hand. That freakish item. Suddenly, the freak pointed his thing at her and both her hands and legs snapped together.
"Ah, yes. Aunt Petunia. A squib. Jealous of Lily Potter for having magic. Hates me for having magic. Well… Now you will pay. Finite, Silencio, Crucio Infinito." The modified cruciatus curse took effect and she screamed in silent agony.
"Yes, painful isn't it. Well, You won't be remembering it any longer. But you will still feel it. Both of you. OBLIVIATE! You will remember lashing out at me because you forgot to lock the door and I snuck into the kitchen. You decided you wanted to try for another kid, thus, you made love in the kitchen and got heavily injured."
Their eyes fluttered and a blank expression took over them as their memories. 'Rennervate'
They both stirred up and Vernon grumbling about freaks just pulled the, now meek, boy back into the cupboard.
The day after he came back to his time, the Hogwarts owl came. Thus, he told the Dursleys that he was going to go out and they let him without force. He had always left the house anyways so it was not something they'd care about. He used his preferred method of travel, fading. It was better than apparition because no one had seen such a method. Not that they could ever block it as it was a benefit of being the master of Death. Their pitiful wards could never comprehend the power of Death itself. As he faded into a dark corner of Diagon Alley, he headed straight for Gringotts.
He walked into Gringotts with the grace and elegance of a lord with transfigured robes that were unlikely to break under Gringotts wards.
"Ah, Mr. Potter." greeted a teller eagerly. Harry nodded curtly and greeted, "Teller. I wish to speak with Griphook, I believe. He is the vault manager of the Ancient House of Potter." The teller's eyes went wide at the information but nodded.
A few minutes later, another goblin came out and greeted him, "Mr. Potter. I am Griphook, your personal family vault manager."
Harry nodded curtly, "Griphook… I wish to take an inheritance test and, if my suspicions are true. Wish to merge the Potter family back into its ancestors. The Ancient and Most Noble House of Peverell."
Griphook's eyes widened at the mention of Peverell. They, too, were aware of the Deathly Hallows. "Very well, Mr. Potter," He said gesturing to a place near his desk.
2 hours later,
Griphook was standing slack jawed at the supposedly 11 year old child making changes to a Most Ancient house of Peverell.
He had, in the span of two hours, absorbed an Ancient Line back into its Ancestor Line, emancipated himself, cut of the fundings of an organization, stopped one Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore in making anymore changes to the Peverell family, changed his own name into Harry James Peverell, made the family business prosper and made it seem so that nothing was wrong outside of the ordinary to an observer with mountains of paperwork that just seemed to finish itself in seconds.
"If that is all Griphook, I would like you to work as the Peverell family vault manager. I do hope that you will continue to make both of us a lot of money." Harry Peverell stated casually.
"Of course, Lord Peverell." Griphook stammered out. His mind was reeling with questions.
"Then, I shall take my leave." Harry intoned and swept across the room to the door.
September 1 1991,
Harry James Peverell was standing on Platform 9 and 3 quarters, smirking.
'Choices, Choices' he thought but sighed, 'Stick to the original plan.'
He faded into the train compartment and silently waited
The door of the compartment slid open and Weasley came in. "Anyone sitting there?" he asked, pointing at the seat opposite Harry. "Everywhere else is full." Harry simply raised an eyebrow. He extended his magical sense to find that both compartments around him were empty.
Weasley proceeded to sit down and blurted, "Are you really Harry Potter?" His eyes flicked to the fading scar. Harry clamped down on his occlumency and mental dampeners to stop himself from killing the Weasel right then and there. His voice was calm, which surprised him, and composed, "No, my last name is Peverell." Weasley started to be really uncomfortable and asked to go to the loo. Harry rolled his eyes at the antics of the traitor but said nothing. Harry knew that Ronald Bilius Weasley was not coming back for a time. He set out to find her. The woman of his dreams. The love of his life. Daphne Isabelle Greengrass. He found her after a moment of searching with his magic. His magic was always attuned to find hers for reasons he had yet to understand.
He poked his head in to find her with Tracey Davis, his eyes glossed over at the memory of such a fun loving friend. Sadly, she died at the age of 124 of natural causes. And there was her. Daphne Potter nee Greengrass, the Ice Queen of Slytherin, the 'Dark Lady' as many of the light idiots called her, the love of his life and the mother of his only child. Her blonde hair, perfect as always, with her impassive mask. He chuckled internally. She was perfect to him in every way possible. Her melodious voice tore through his thoughts.
"Excuse me, but would you mind stop ogling at me and state your intentions for barging into me and my best friend's compartment?" came the cold voice of his dead-wife along with the one thing the Dark Lord feared most, his wife's glare.
Harry James Potter actually flinched at the sight and stammered, "Apologies, Miss Greengrass and Miss Davis. I was just wondering if I could sit with you girls."
Daphne raised an eyebrow and asked, "How did you know our name?"
Harry chided himself for the slip but smoothly said, "Well, I have a habit of making my friends, "he gulped at her glare, "or enemies are known to me at all times."
Daphne was not entirely convinced at the explanation but decided to let it slip. She narrowed her eyes and sighed, "Very well." Harry made himself comfortable.
Tracey narrowed her eyes and said, "You know our name. But we don't know yours."
"Ah, Nice Observation Miss. Davis. My name is Peverell, Harry Peverell." smirked Harry.
It seems as though none have heard the story of the 3 brothers, even if they had they did not believe it from their expressions.
As they were done with the pleasantries, the door barged open and Granger came in.
"Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville lost one."
Harry sneered, "Does it look like we have seen one?"
"No but I had to ask," Granger shrugged.
"Good, now off you go," Harry said as he waved his hand and sent a low-powered banishing charm on her. She stumbled out of the compartment.
When the girls raised their eyebrows, he shrugged, "You can't blame me if she can't stand a small gust of wind that is sent her way from me waving my hand"
Daphne gave him another one of her signature glares. As much as she was beautiful in such a state, it really should not be to provoke her ire.
The train ride went off without a hitch as both Weasley and Granger never came into said compartment due to extensive notice-me-nots and repelling charms, placed by Harry. It was bemusing to see Malfoy go around trying to find the 'Harry Potter'.
As Harry had expected, they were led by Hagrid over the Great Lake and he felt the trace try to force itself on his wand, which responded by heating up and removing the trace once the charm had settled in. He smirked as he felt his wand remove the trace by itself. Of course, he could not afford to get it recognized as the elder wand so he transmutated it to look like the holly wand he used until that fateful day.
He tuned McGonagall out as he had heard the speech before. His thoughts drifted towards the blonde haired beauty of his dreams.
A distant echo… 'I love you'
'I love you too, Daphne' he thought as he opened his eyes with newfound determination.
They were practically shoved into the great hall to get sorted.
It went as he remembered, Hannah Abbot got into Hufflepuff, Susan Bones got into Hufflepuff as well, Tracey and Daphne were sorted into Slytherin as predicted, Draco Malfoy was sorted into Slytherin and Harry swore the hat did not even touch Malfoy's head. Weasley and Granger got themselves sorted into Gryffindor as did Neville. After a long wait, McGonagall called out, "Harry P-" she paled as she read the surname, "P- P- Peverell."
Preview: Malfoy gets taken out a peg or 2. One of the Master of Death ability revealed.
Edit for ending: As you know, Paid in Blood ended with Rassel'Toth or whatever that necromancer name was. However, I DO NOT want to use him. Cuz it felt like a lucky shot so I will create a completely new character.
A/N: Just telling guys. You guys can influence the story. I am working with a loose plot spanning a couple chapters ahead.