Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I want to. But I somehow doubt that J.K. Rowling would sell her cash cow.

Author's Note: This story does not follow Cannon; it is AU. Please note the chapter title, and Please review.

The first thing he needed was a wand; hopefully Wormtail had remembered to grab it before relocating to an unsuspecting family.

Flashback

Two man stood before him—one was small, crouched, and though he couldn't be more than twenty-five he was already balding. Unlike the others, he wore no mask. The other man was tall, proud. His black hair cascaded down his shoulders, and like the smaller man he had no mask.

"Do you understand my instructions, Wormtail?"

"Yes my lord, but why?"

"Do not question me, Wormtail. Crucio."

The small man screamed and continued to scream even after the Curse had been lifted.

"Shut up, Wormtail. You will follow me to the Potter's and after I kill the boy you will take my wand."

The tall man stepped forward. "My lord, why must he take your wand? Surely you need it."

"How many times must I explain it, Padfoot? Vates has foreseen it, and though he speaks in riddles he remains one of my most trusted followers. I trust him explicitly. You will both complete the tasks I set for you; do you understand?"

"Wormtail, after you confront Padfoot, I want you to relocate to the Weasley's; no one will ever look there for dark activity."

There was a pause and then, "Go now"

The two men said in unison, "Yes milord," and turned to leave,

"Padfoot."

"Yes Master?"

"You are my most loyal servant. Your name will be remembered, and your family will be honored."

Padfoot smiled, his icy eyes melting just a bit. "Thank you, my lord."

End Flashback

He just hoped that Wormtail had stuck to the plan; it would be disappointing if Harry had to punish one of his most loyal servants just because he couldn't follow instructions.

Harry stayed in his cupboard all day. When he finally heard the deep snores of Vernon, the tenor snores of Dudley, and the high twittering snores of Petunia, he arose.

He took some money for train fare out of Vernon's wallet and walked out of the house.

There was a red moon hanging low in the night sky. Harry smiled: blood would be spilled tonight.

Three hours later: Ottery St. Catchpole.

Harry thought that "The Burrow" was a rather appropiate name for the house in front of him. It was the shabbiest house he'd ever seen. There was no style to the Architecture in fact; it seemed to be held together solely by magic,

He walked up to the front door, grabbed the knob, and was surprised when it opened. Shaking his head at the sheer stupidity of people who didn't lock their doors, he walked in.

The first thing he heard was just what he was looking for: squeaking, coming from what appeared to be a bread box. Harry lifted the lid and chuckled. "I shouldn't be surprised; you always did have a fondness for bread, didn't you, Wormtail?"

Harry picked up the rat, sat it on the floor and said, "Change." There was a small 'pop' and suddenly a man was standing where the rat had stood a moment before. He dropped to the floor and kissed Harry's shoes.

"Master…Master…you're back."

Harry grabbed the man's hair and pulled his head up. "Yes, Wormtail, I'm back." He smiled into the man's teary eyes. "Do you want to have some fun?"

An evil glint shined through the tears. "May I have the twins, Master?"

"Of course"

"Thank you, Master"

"No problem. Now give me the wand."

"The wand?"

His eyes lit up. "Oh, of course." He began ruffling his pockets. "Here it is." He proudly presented the wand to Harry. "Just as your father left it."

Harry nodded his approval. "You have succeeded beyond my wildest dreams. You will be rewarded." He took the wand from Wormtail's hand and was comforted by the warmth of the magic. He swung the wand down and smiled when silver and black sparks shot out of the end.

Harry pointed his wand towards the stairs and intoned, "Accio Weasley family's wands!" And then, as the wands came flying towards him, he intoned, "Accio Weasley family!" There was a loud 'Clunk' and a corresponding 'Crash,' followed by the entire Weasley family tumbling down the stairs.

They all landed in front of Harry. He passed the wands to Wormtail and said, "The twins are yours; I'm going to get something to eat." He pointed his wand at the red-haired bunch and performed the body-bind on all except the twins. He smiled at Wormtail and said, "Have fun."

Their screams pierced the night.

When Harry wandered back into the family room, he was somewhat surprised to find the whole of the Weasley family on the floor quivering from the after affects of the Cruciatus. He looked at Wormtail, who was resting on the couch, panting.

"Tut, tut, Wormtail. Crucio. I told you that the twins were yours. I would have thought that even your miniscule brain could have comprehended the implications."

Wormtail crawled towards Harry and kissed his shoes. "Forgive me, Master, forgive me"

"Get up Wormtail."

"Yes Master. Thank you, Master."

At this point, the eldest Weasley male decided to speak: "Who are you?" He looked up at Harry fearfully. "What do you want?"

Harry smiled at him. "I am Slytherin and I want the world." At this, he walked out. He looked over his shoulder at Wormtail. "Kill them."

Harry pointed his Wand towards the sky. "Morsmordre."

The Dark Mark was seen for the first time in eight years as green light flashed through the windows.

Slytherin's Heir Had come into power.