A/N: I was attacked by a stray rabid plot bunny that needed a home, and this idea sprung into my head. In my haste, I wrote it all down, and posted it on here. Luckily for me, only those that could be bullied or manipulated (i.e. my long suffering friends) had reviewed, and I had noticed some huge flaws in the plot. I removed it from this site, and sat back and thought about it for several hours. I was struggling to work it all out in my head. Then I got drunk, after several hundred glasses of Jack Daniels, at a wacked out party. I then moved on to write out the time line of events, in a drunken frenzy last night.

Now, after reading it this morning, it makes sense, and I doubt (if I do say so myself) there are any flaws in the plot line, up to date. I am so sad, that I made several different time lines, each one for each main character, to check that the plot A: fitted in with the books, and B: fitted in with each other.

So flamers, get lost. Anyone sad enough to read a piece of fun creative work like it's an literature essay, then mark it like a mid-forties English teacher (apologies to any mid-forties English teachers that may have stumbled upon this site) really needs to get a life. Fast.

Disclaimer: same old same old. I do not own Harry Potter. I only want to own Sirius (he could live in my bedroom) but to be perfectly honest, I wouldn't want to be a well known children's author. It would totally mess up the whole rock star thing I got going at the mo (wink)

So it begins.

It had started when he was just a young boy starting Hogwarts. His first taste for power had been growing in that muggle foster house no wizard deserved to call a home. He had complete control over the children there, even the ones twice his age. Being the only wizard there, he was naturally the leader.

The Sorting hat had barely touched his head, when it called out his rightful home. The beginnings of an empire that would span thousands of miles. That was his dream. His destiny. All would bow down to him. People would fear to speak ill of his name among strangers. It would only be a matter of time...

In a matter of weeks he was unofficially head of Slytherin. All students of the house submitted to command, and all understood his goal. He was a Prefect, he was Head Boy, and he opened the Chamber of Secrets setting the basilisk on a muggle born girl. She died, and he was a hero to the Slytherin students.

After leaving school, he delved deep into the dark arts. And rose as a terror, to muggles and wizards alike. The Dark Kingdom grew and grew.

But one thing was missing. One thing he knew how to get. Wormtail had told him everything he needed to know. He knew that there was no way he could get her, if the Potters were alive, with Black at their side. They were too powerful, and had sworn to protect her, the day they found her. It was time to break the Marauders. Once he had destroyed the Potters, and sent Black into Azkaban, she could-no she would be his. The Werewolf couldn't stop him now.

But all was lost, on one fateful night. One small boy brought down a wizard who had powers beyond those who called him master, who feared to speak his name. The oath had struck. Lily and James' promise, through Harry, was upheld, and Shadow was safe. For now.

But after 15 long years, he had tired of waiting.

It was time to rebuild the empire to its former glory.

It was time to claim something that was rightfully his.

Now it was time.