The Rise of the Kingdom
By: Findarto Sirfalas
Chapter One: The last great day
It was a strangely normal night on Number Four Privet Drive. Considering what had happened earlier that day it was a surprise that Harry Potter was able to sleep. There was no surprise to the unconscious Harry as the details of his last meeting with Voldemort came back to haunt him in his somewhat peaceful sleep. It was one of the best and worst days of Harry's life. It left one of Hogwart's and and the world's most powerful witches dead, and in doing so it seems purged the world of Lord Voldemort for good. Almost every witch or wizard believed Voldemort to be finally gone, Almost.
Most of those who had the privilege or the mis-fortune of serving 'The Dark Lord' knew. Oh, they knew that it was only a matter of months' before the part of their master in Harry Potter would resurface. There was no way that Voldemort's plan could fail, he had taken every pre-caution. He had even known not to invite one Severus Snape to that particular meeting. Now, all there was to do was wait, wait until Harry took his rightful place as heir to one Tom Riddle. Took his place as the next ruler of the world. Meanwhile, The Death Eaters would send all kinds of 'gifts' to help prepare, and gain the favor of their new lord.
The day of his seventeenth birthday, young Harry awoke with a start. Scratching his hair, which was still as wild as ever, He rolled out of bed. His eyes had just adjusted to his new 'Wizard Contacts', and he was enjoying the calmness of the morning. The morning was his favorite part of the day while staying with The Dursley's, Before he had to do any work. Harry had just started to enjoy the quietness when suddenly a few hundred black owls' all tried to fly through his window. Each delivering a package wrapped in all black, and then disappearing as quickly as it had came.
Harry who was quite bewildered, just took to staring at all of these 'presents' for awhile. Finally gathering the courage to do something he opened the first present he saw. What fell out completely shocked him, a copy of 'So you want to learn the Dark Arts ?'. 'Who would send me this ?' thought Harry. After a few moments he took to opening another, and was shocked again to find 'Reinforcing your army'. 'This is definitely not from Dumbledore', Harry spoke to himself.
Opening a few more, he noticed that they were all books related to The Dark Arts. He scourged around until he found a blank piece of parchment from one of the wrappers. "Aparecium!' he shouted whilst holding his wand at the paper. Harry was pleased to find he had done the spell correctly when a note appeared, it read:
Dear Harry,
If you have received this you shall now that I, well the 'I' that I call Tom Riddle, Is gone.
I have been defeated, in a way. Part of me still lives on of course, in you. I think you'll be pleased to find that your my only living heir. That's right, ME! Tom Riddle, Lord Voldemort.
How ? You may ask. You see, your mother's mother was not a muggle, she was in fact a squib. My only attempt at love was with her, and when she had Lily I was looking forward to guiding her. But, then one day Albus 'Fucking' Dumbledore came and just whisked her way. And then she fell in love with that James boy. I believe you know the rest from their, The reason you survived 'Avada Kadavra' was because I pulled the curse back towards me at the last minute. I had hoped I had come far along enough to be able to fake your deaths and raise you, but I failed. So now, you will have to rely on your own intuition to find your right path. You will be advised and taught by some of my most loyal Death Eaters, they should be arriving a few days after your seventeenth birthday.
Make me proud.
Yours truly,
Tom Marvolo Riddle.
With a soft thud on his bed Harry dropped to his knees. He was the heir of Voldemort. The next Dark Lord. 'Well' he thought, 'At least I can get away from The Dursley's' before passing out into blissful unconsciousness.
By: Findarto Sirfalas
Chapter One: The last great day
It was a strangely normal night on Number Four Privet Drive. Considering what had happened earlier that day it was a surprise that Harry Potter was able to sleep. There was no surprise to the unconscious Harry as the details of his last meeting with Voldemort came back to haunt him in his somewhat peaceful sleep. It was one of the best and worst days of Harry's life. It left one of Hogwart's and and the world's most powerful witches dead, and in doing so it seems purged the world of Lord Voldemort for good. Almost every witch or wizard believed Voldemort to be finally gone, Almost.
Most of those who had the privilege or the mis-fortune of serving 'The Dark Lord' knew. Oh, they knew that it was only a matter of months' before the part of their master in Harry Potter would resurface. There was no way that Voldemort's plan could fail, he had taken every pre-caution. He had even known not to invite one Severus Snape to that particular meeting. Now, all there was to do was wait, wait until Harry took his rightful place as heir to one Tom Riddle. Took his place as the next ruler of the world. Meanwhile, The Death Eaters would send all kinds of 'gifts' to help prepare, and gain the favor of their new lord.
The day of his seventeenth birthday, young Harry awoke with a start. Scratching his hair, which was still as wild as ever, He rolled out of bed. His eyes had just adjusted to his new 'Wizard Contacts', and he was enjoying the calmness of the morning. The morning was his favorite part of the day while staying with The Dursley's, Before he had to do any work. Harry had just started to enjoy the quietness when suddenly a few hundred black owls' all tried to fly through his window. Each delivering a package wrapped in all black, and then disappearing as quickly as it had came.
Harry who was quite bewildered, just took to staring at all of these 'presents' for awhile. Finally gathering the courage to do something he opened the first present he saw. What fell out completely shocked him, a copy of 'So you want to learn the Dark Arts ?'. 'Who would send me this ?' thought Harry. After a few moments he took to opening another, and was shocked again to find 'Reinforcing your army'. 'This is definitely not from Dumbledore', Harry spoke to himself.
Opening a few more, he noticed that they were all books related to The Dark Arts. He scourged around until he found a blank piece of parchment from one of the wrappers. "Aparecium!' he shouted whilst holding his wand at the paper. Harry was pleased to find he had done the spell correctly when a note appeared, it read:
Dear Harry,
If you have received this you shall now that I, well the 'I' that I call Tom Riddle, Is gone.
I have been defeated, in a way. Part of me still lives on of course, in you. I think you'll be pleased to find that your my only living heir. That's right, ME! Tom Riddle, Lord Voldemort.
How ? You may ask. You see, your mother's mother was not a muggle, she was in fact a squib. My only attempt at love was with her, and when she had Lily I was looking forward to guiding her. But, then one day Albus 'Fucking' Dumbledore came and just whisked her way. And then she fell in love with that James boy. I believe you know the rest from their, The reason you survived 'Avada Kadavra' was because I pulled the curse back towards me at the last minute. I had hoped I had come far along enough to be able to fake your deaths and raise you, but I failed. So now, you will have to rely on your own intuition to find your right path. You will be advised and taught by some of my most loyal Death Eaters, they should be arriving a few days after your seventeenth birthday.
Make me proud.
Yours truly,
Tom Marvolo Riddle.
With a soft thud on his bed Harry dropped to his knees. He was the heir of Voldemort. The next Dark Lord. 'Well' he thought, 'At least I can get away from The Dursley's' before passing out into blissful unconsciousness.