A/N: Here's the next chapter, I think it's a little bit longer, so I hope you enjoy. I still need you to choose pairings, you tell, I'll listen, otherwise I'll just do what I think would go well. This is the last chapter until I've finished reading HBP, thankfully I'm a quick reader so the next chapter should still be up in about a week. Hope you enjoy.

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Harry Potter and The King of Evil

Chapter 1: Discussions & Choices

Harry stared at the unconscious form of his former enemy, age once again that of a sixteen year old. He looked just like he did in the diary, only a bit older. His wand was sticking out from one of his pockets and a few other rather trivial objects were noticed as well. The most amazing thing about all of what just occurred besides Voldemort returning to a teenager, was the fact that his scar no longer hurt around him. What had happened to cause this to the Dark Lord Harry didn't know, it probably had something to do with the man, whatever his name was. He was rather surprised however that he was still alive the 'King of Evil' didn't seem like the type of person who would let someone walk away uninjured, let alone younger. Voldemort began to stir and Harry looked up from his thought to watch as Voldemort began to become conscious.

"Oh, what hit me?" Voldemort said groggily.

"Don't know mind telling me?" Harry spoke up and Voldemort seemed to realize where he was for the first time. If anything Voldemort was surprised by the room the boy was in. It was small, barely able to fit one person, let alone one person, an owl, a bunch of books, and a large trunk. Voldemort was expecting the boy to have lived in luxury, what he found out was slightly more disturbing. Harry was living no better than he himself had, well maybe a little better, but not by far. When he used to make allusions to his and Harry's life he never really knew, it was strange to discover everything you thought you knew about someone was false, let alone an enemy. Voldemort jerked in surprise at being addressed by his former enemy and spat out a feeble, "Potter."

"Tom." Harry said without any fear or bitterness. Voldemort was about to shoot back a scathing comment when he realized it wasn't so bad being called Tom, it seemed almost better than the fake name he had made for himself, name chosen by the 'King of Evil'.

"Potter, how'd I get here?"

"Don't know, I was hoping you could tell me." Harry said looking at Voldemort impatiently, awaiting an answer.

"Last thing I remember is about to get my head sliced off by the man with the large sword. Then I felt something and I awoke here. You know I could kill you now and be rid of you?" Tom (Voldemort will now be called Tom or Riddle) said grinning maliciously.

"Yeah, you could. But I could just as easily kill you. If you look down you'll see my right hand is holding my wand and pointed directly at your heart."

Tom glanced down and sure enough, it was pointed right at his heart, causing him to gulp in fear. "Not, bad Potter. You always were a worthy opponent."

"What do you mean were, I still am." Harry said with a slight grin. He couldn't believe he was talking with his parents murderer and the person who had tried to kill him since birth, so casually, almost as if they were friendly rivals.

"You may be, you may be. We'll have to duel eventually and find out, I may be old, but I can still beat you easily enough."

"Old? Haven't you taken a look at yourself yet?" Harry said still grinning.

It was then that Tom finally noticed the changes that had occurred to him, he lifted up one hand and was amazed to discover it wasn't old and weak, but young and powerful. He grabbed a mirror that was on the desktop by Hedwig's cage and looked at himself. His face no longer had any wrinkles, and he was relieved to find out that he was no longer bald. His eyes had changed from the once red, to a very light green, although his eyes had never been green before, they were now, for whatever reason. He had jet black hair, once again was he the handsome young lad known from school, and his snake-like characteristics were pretty much non-existent. He felt his draw drop as he looked at his new appearance in wonder and bewilderment. He was happy, yes, more happy than he had been since the beginning of the quest for immortality, since becoming Voldemort. He looked up from studying himself and spoke to Potter, no Harry again.

"How did this happen? Why did this happen? What am I going to do now?" Tom asked himself, and partly to Harry.

"I know none of those answers, but you could try talking to Dumbledore, he may b-" He was abruptly cut off.

"Dumbledore? He'd lock me up, or kill me as soon as noticing me, he can't help me." Tom hissed angrily.

"That may be so, but he will probably coming a in just a little bit."

"And why pray tell me is that?"

"I sent him a letter detailing your death and the 'King of Evil.' Hope you don't mind, wasn't really expecting to see you here."

"Great. No I don't mind at all." Tom said sarcastically.

"Good. You know you really have changed." Harry quietly said.

"I know. Finding out you've been manipulated your whole life, you loose most of your faithful followers, and almost being killed certainly does put a different perspective on things."

"So mind telling me what happened? Last thing I remembered was you getting ready to be killed. You remember anything?"

"Yes, but don't laugh. I remember getting ready to have my head dislodged from my body, when everything stopped."

"Stopped. What do you mean, like you froze or something?"

"No, stopped. Time stopped, how it happened I think it was from the Goddesses."

"The Goddesses. Who are they? I've never heard about them before, are you sure you know what you're talking about." Harry asked him questioningly, hoping that he hadn't changed to a new path of crazy.

"The Goddesses Din, Nayru, and Farore. Din goddess of power, Nayru goddess of wisdom and love, and Farore goddess of courage. I believe they decided to give me a second chance at life."

When Harry heard the names of the three goddesses, he felt at peace, and knew in that instant that Tom had not lied, nor spoke evil. It was reassuring, and powerful at the same time, he had never known about them before, but knew without a doubt that they would make everything right.

"Who are they though? The name makes me at piece, but I don't know why."

"The same happened to me when I first met them, but I've read a tad about them. They are the three goddesses who created the earth, they also were the ones who sent the Triforce to the three bearers. But in the book it mentioned the name of two other gods who also helped create the world, one of which decided to turn his back on the other Gods and created Chaos. The name of the other two gods I don't know, but together four of them created the world and the fifth gave the power to try to destroy it. Not much is said about the five gods and goddesses, only that which I have told you. They seemed to have proven me possible of redemption and sent me back here. Why here however, I don't know. Maybe you shall help me in my quest, strange that we would be made to work together, when we were once murderous enemies."

"So you're trying to tell me three of the five gods and goddesses that created this world, decided to give you a second chance?" Tom nodded his head silently. "Then that means your hope for redemption must be an extremely hard task."

"I never thought of it that way, however you're probably right. So you'll help me Potter?"

"Sure, why not? I mean I'm only helping the former murder of hundreds of innocents including my own parents." Harry said sarcastically, but with a bit of humor.

"You will? Thanks!" Tom said enthusiastically.

"So what is the task that you must complete? Maybe I can ask Dumbledore when he gets here." Harry asked.

"I'm not sure Dumbledore will be able to help much. I know very little about what I'm supposed to do. I discovered the Triforce by a chapter from a very large and lost book known as "The History of Hyrule." This book has been lost for a very long time, it was long in the royal library of Atlantis, or Hyrule Town, but when the people evacuated they took with them quite a few of the books, one of the books being 'The History of Hyrule', it never made it to shore. In the dead of night while the people were drifting in a boat, it was stolen by pirates, and never seen since. That is what Salazar discovered when he was alive and influenced by the 'King', we need to find that book before we do anything else. The book, if Salazar's notes were correct was self updating with the whereabouts of the three jewels, the ocarina of time, and the Master Sword. The three jewels have been found, and are now in the King's possession, the Ocarina of Time and the Master Sword are still lost. The Ocarina of Time is the instrument I was told to get, it would show us the whereabouts of the Hero of Time, whether the actual hero, or a reincarnate, I do not know. Either way, we have to find the Ocarina before the King. Otherwise we will surely loose." Tom said sorrowfully.

"What is this Ocarina?" Harry asked, stil absorbing the information, they needed to find a book and then an Ocarina and sword. Then what, what good could an Ocarina do, against someone so…evil?

"According to the information I was able to find, the Ocarina of Time is just that. It is the Key, to the past, present, and future. It is needed to open the doorway in the Sacred Realm that hides the Triforce, that is all I know. The book should we find it, will show us the way and the songs that we should use on the Ocarina. Hopefully with the Ocarina I can awaken the Hero of Time and the seven sages, that is what they told me to do, what comes after that, I do not know." Tom said bitterly.

Just then a flash of red light enveloped the room, Harry recognizing it was phoenix travel glanced quickly at Tom. Out stepped the old man. He wore long purple robes, had a long white beard, with half-moon spectacles. He looked old, very old, old enough so he shouldn't even be alive, yet he was. He was tall, quite portly, and had a twinkle in his eyes, but they were purple, both of them realized at once that it wasn't who it should be. At first glance he looked like Dumbledore, but his large oak staff and purple robes and eyes made it quite obvious that it wasn't it. Harry didn't recognize him right away, but Tom did, but he was thought to be dead, dead over a thousand years or more. He may have been old, but a youthfulness was about him and he seemed quite surprised to see the two boys. Tom would have swore that it was the legendary Merlin, but that was impossible, he had died, a thousand years ago, hadn't he, he also looked a bit more portly than what Merlin was supposed to be. He wanted answers, and he would get them.

"Who are you?" Tom asked the man.

"Name's not important. I was sent by Albus to pick up one Harry Potter, didn't expect there to be two boys in this room. Which one of you is Potter?" The man said in a rough voice, a bit of cheerfulness clearly evident, but power and wisdom as well.

"Me, Sir. How do I know Dumbledore sent you?" Harry asked watching out of the corner of his eye a bewildered Tom, he would have to ask him about it later.

"Ah, still cautious I see. Good. Yes, very good. Is the boy here trustworthy?" He asked Harry gesturing rather rudely to Tom.

Harry looked at Tom, former Dark Lord and laughed inwardly. This man may not know who it was, but Dumbledore surely would, and when questioned it would be he who would know the truth. Strangely enough he felt he could trust Tom. Tom looked at him and realized that Harry would probably say no, if he was in his shoes he'd probably do the same thing. He was startled when Harry did finally speak.

"Yes, Sir, he is."

"Very well then. The Order of The Phoenix can be found at Padfoot's Place, where Moony gives chocolate on first days." The man said with a jolly little chuckle.

"You pass. Who are you and where are you taking us." Harry said.

"Us? Is he a wiz too?" The man asked pointing to Tom.

"Yes. His name is Tom Riddle, I believe Dumbledore would like to talk to him as well." Harry said with a tone meaning it wasn't up for negotiations.

"Riddle? Why does that name sound familiar, he scratched his shaggy white beard thoughtfully. "Eh. No matter. I was told to bring Potter, here, but if you reckon Dumbledore wants to see Riddle here, who am I to argue. Great man Dumbledore, a little off in the head, but aren't we all?" The man winked at Harry before dragging out of his robes a large white box with a flaming red Phoenix on the front of it. Harry realized it must be a portkey, but that didn't explain the flash of red they had seen when they had come in.

"This here's a portkey, will take us straight outside Dumbledore's office, I'd go by Phoenix as it's faster, but don't want any reason for the ministry checking up on me." He ended what he was saying right there, he was hiding something, that was for sure, Harry and Tom had seen enough of those type of people in their lives to realize that. "Here take hold, only touch the wings of the phoenix on the left side of the cube, trust me on this, you can tell which one it is by the little RR in the corner. Go on grab hold, I'll be seeing you later, the password is 'Canary Custards' don't ask why. I'll see you later, Snape should be waiting for you, farewell for now. Harry and Tom both reached out and took the portkey soon they felt the familiar pull at their navel and were off.

(D and S)

Albus, Percival, Wulfric(?) Brian Dumbledore was sitting in his office, thinking about the last encounter with 'Tom' he had. There was something strange about him, almost like there was another soul within him, it still sounded like Voldemort, but it seemed almost as if another being was taunting him. When Tom was young he often heard him talking to himself, he thought it was normal, but what if it wasn't. How, how did he know? It was beyond him, a few days later he had discovered that a jewel within the Dept. of Mysteries had been stolen. It wasn't an ordinary jewel, it was the jewel that he had placed there himself, an heirloom of his family, for safety. The jewel was an emerald, Far's emerald, or at least that was what they had been told it was, it had been in the Dumbledore vaults for ages, it gave off an aura of power, it was from a friend of an old ancestor. Dumbledore had tried to discover the power of the emerald, to see if he could use it in the first war, it apparently was worthless, it didn't do a thing. That however didn't make him think that it had a mysteries unknown power. He had heard that another jewel similar to the emerald had been stolen from a Gringotts vault, it was of course Voldemort who had stolen it, his aura was everywhere in the place. He decided that the vaults may not have been as safe as he had once thought, he moved most of the very valuable items in his vault to Hogwarts, the emerald however he decided needed more safe keeping, he never did understand the reason why he did it. He just got a feeling of both power and dread whenever he was near the jewel. It was somewhat ironic really. The other jewel that had been stolen was from the Snape family vault. Severus had told him about the theft as soon as it occurred, he too had felt something strange about the jewel. He hid the emerald within the Dept. of Mysteries thinking it would be safe. He had come to the conclusion that Voldemort or Bellatrix had pilfered the jewel when they had went for the prophecy. Whatever the reason for the pilfering he had a feeling of dread. His thoughts soon turned to Harry. The poor boy, he had been so angry and sad at the loss of his godfather. The veil though was impossible to bring someone back once they had fallen. The prophecy he had told the boy didn't help matters much, he thought he may have lost some of the boy's trust. It shouldn't have been up to him to decide the fate of the world. He felt extremely sorry about sending the boy to live with his relatives, yet again. They were however the best protection the boy could get. He'd make it up to him somehow, that he vowed. He had found a new defense against the dark arts teacher, even if he was a bit odd and reminded him of an old friend of the Dumbledore family, he was the only one who had offered to work. People were now truly convinced the job was cursed and Fudge, the bumbling idiot was just now letting the people know about the return of Lord Voldemort." He had been quiet the last month, probably plotting, Severus had not been called once yet, however it didn't really matter much more as he was sure Tom suspected him. He heard a mumble if 'canary custards' and in stepped Severus, holding the arm where the dark mark was painfully.

"Severus, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" Dumbledore said sternly, Severus knowing that he couldn't take the risk of spying anymore.

"He's gathered his death eaters. Not just a few, but all of them. It's strange though he's calling from a very far away place."

"I see. This is not good. He must be preparing to attack."

"I agree. I could check if you like, be only a moment."

"No. We can't risk it, I really don't want to go looking for a new potions professor." Dumbledore said with a bit of mirth in his voice.

"Very well. I'll get back to the dun-augh." Severus let out a scream of pain.

"Severus. What's wrong? Wait here, I'll send for Poppy." Dumbledore said looking worriedly at Snape, who was grasping his arm in pain and slowly falling to the ground. Snape didn't here him, he was in an almost dream like state.

(Death Eater Dream)

He looked around and saw the death eaters that were presently in Azkaban. They were all looking just as confused as he was. They had ended up in a place filled with stars and orbs. It was dark, yet a figure soon appeared, he wasn't. He had white hair, red eyes, looked to be roughly nineteen years old, and was dressed in robes of black and white, the two colors strangely intermixing making it look quite good. All of the death eaters could feel the power emanating from the being, he was more powerful than Voldemort had ever been, the only difference was that he didn't seem to be evil. The death eaters stared at the figure for a long time, before he finally spoke.

"Greetings followers of the Fallen." The man said in a deep rich voice. The death eaters just stared at him not knowing who he was or what they were doing here, the last most of them remembered was screaming out in pain at the arm the dark mark was on. "I'm here to offer you a choice." A few of the death eaters snapped out of their trance.

"A choice?" Lucius Malfoy asked.

"Yes." The man replied simply.

"What is it then?" Another death eater, Antonin Dolohov asked impatiently.

"Forget that, who are you?" Malfoy asked eyes gleaming.

"I? I am the one. I created that which is known, I am the Fierce Deity and I offer you a choice, choose well, or never choose again." The Fierce Deity said with a feral grin as a few death eaters gulped quite loudly.

"So you're some sort of God?" Rookwood asked.

"Indeed, I am one of the five. And I offer you a choice, do you wish to hear it?"

"Very well, I'll hear it, I can't speak for the others though." Snape said with a slight sneer. One by one the other death eaters opted to hear the 'choice', none of them knowing what it was about.

"Your Lord has fallen."

"How can that be? He was the most powerful out of all of us." Jugson said, he loved power above all.

"He has released a terrible evil, the King of Evil in fact, and it was he who caused him to become what he was. He has been given a second chance by the goddesses, a chance for redemption if you will, and I'm offering it to you."

"What makes you think we want to be forgiven for what we have done?" Rodolphus growled.

"That choice is up to you, do you wish to follow your master on his road to redemption? Answer quickly, and choose well." The Fierce Deity said with a great deal of maliciousness. Snape was the first to step foreword.

"So the Dark Lord is no more?" Snape asked.

"No he is not. Tom Riddle has returned and it is he who you will follow if you agree, you shall all be on a road to redemption as well, and will be known throughout time as the ones who helped take down the greatest of all evils, your Family name will no longer be dishonored. Now choose!" rumbled the Fierce Deity. Each of the death eaters decided in their heads what they would do, none said it out loud, but once they had thought it the Fierce Deity spoke again.

"You have all made your choice. So be it." With those words, he lifted his hands and pointed to the ones who had chosen not to. "You've made the wrong choice." he sneered. The other death eaters watched in horror as Rookwood, Rodolphus, Rabastan, and Mulciber, suddenly stiffened, and a pure black grotesque looking creature crawled out of a hole in the ground. The creature was pale, deathly pale, and grinned at the four terrified death eaters. This made them scream louder, its face was that of a very old corpse, with bits and pieces of skin dangling of its body at different angles and places. Its eye sockets were black, it had no eyes, yet it seemed to penetrate the minds of the four death eaters. Then it turned and looked at Rodolphus and threw its head back and let out a terrifying, paralyzing shriek. Rodolphus seemed to freeze and his eyes watched in growing horror as it began limping towards him, it opened up its mouth and pulled out a long dark and very sharp scythe. The death eaters were now cowering in fear, as the creature rose the scythe above its head and decapitated Rodolphus head from its body. The head came off, but the body disappeared, a dark shadow spewed from the mouth, and the creature took a little bottle and scooped it up, before grabbing hold of Rodolphus's decapitated head and sticking it in a small pouch it drew out when it took out the bottle. The other three whimpered in fear and screamed bloody murder for someone to save them, they tried going near the other death eaters only to discover they seemed to be miles off. The creature limping to its next victim.

"Oh, God! Please No! No! Noooo-augh!" as the creature finally reached the fourth death eater Mulciber. Its job complete in grinned at the remaining death eaters and the Fierce Deity before slipping back into shadows. The other death eaters were disgusted and Lucius gulped audibly, he was so glad he decided to seek redemption. Snape looked paler than usual and Crabbe began getting sick, much to the displeasure of Dolohov who was used as a temporary barf bag.

"What was that creature?" Macnair asked, he also was very close to choosing differently. The other death eaters nodded wondering the same thing.

"That, that was the Reaper." The Fierce Deity said with no remorse in his voice. "The Reaper is the one all evil souls eventually encounter, it seals the souls of evil in its bottle and later releases them back at its home and twists and tortures them into ReDeads, similar to you Dementors, same type of species actually. Whenever it makes a personal visit before one is dead it likes to take souvenirs, usually the heads. It is truly a revolting creature, made by Majora, it has however its uses. It only feeds on the souls of evil, and it very, very rarely ever appears and it's never been seen in the actual world, only when your dreaming does it appear. Don't feel sorry for them, they made their choice, unfortunately it was the wrong one." That explanation didn't help the former death eaters feel any better, knowing the path they had been on would have eventually brought them face to face with that fiend.

"What about the good souls?" Avery asked suddenly.

"The good souls? The good souls are rewarded." The Fierce Deity said with a grin. The death eaters became excited, but no matter how many times they asked he wouldn't tell them what.

"How are we going to be able to help are master, if we are stuck in Azkaban?" Lucius Malfoy suddenly growled. The rest of the death eaters murmured that as well, all but Snape that was.

"Ah, that is the reward for choosing wisely. You shall all awaken at whatever place your master is at. But now I think it's time for me to reward you. You will need this in the coming future, but you shall not be alone. Severus Snape come forth." Severus looked startled for a moment, before cautiously standing up and bowing before the Fierce Deity, he was a God after all.

"Severus Snape. Long have you been in service of the light, even when those around you worshiped the Dark Lord, you went to Dumbledore and offered to be a Spy, the gift I shall give you has also been given by the three Goddesses Din, Nayru, and Farore. Our gift to you is not going to show herself for quite awhile. It will give you a chance to be rid of the loneliness within your heart." Snape looked like he was about to say something, but the God continued. "Our second gift is the power of Shadow-watcher. You shall now have heightened senses and be able to sense dark creatures and their intents as well as travel wherever shadows appear."

"T-thank you." Snape stammered a reply.

"Indeed. Lucius come forth." Lucius came trembling foreword. "Lucius Malfoy I gift to you a power that hasn't been used in eons. The full Power of Wind. May you use it well, it will show its true strength over time, I also gift to your son the Power of the Dragon, I'm sure you can understand what that means." Lucius bowed and stepped back.

"Walden Macnair." They all watched as Macnair walked foreword. "You have long disposed of dangerous creatures, and although that is a very good deed, not all the creatures were in fact 'dangerous' therefore our gift to you is the full Power of Speech. With this you can understand all languages, both human and creature, hopefully you will grow to understand the creatures you once disposed of."

It continued that way, the fierce Deity calling out names, and them stepping foreword and receiving gifts. Dolohov received a small power of Fire, but lost his ability to do the dark arts. Crabbe got a brain for his ability(JK) Crabbe actually got a small power of earth, he could now turn his body to stone, and it would reflect some spells, Crabbe Jr. got this as well. Avery received a small power of water, which he was told went to another person as well, Jugson got power as his gift, to make him stronger, as well as wisdom, which as the beginning he was quite disappointed, but when he beat Crabbe in a arm wrestling match he thought it was better. Goyle who had been arrested a day after the Dept. of Mysteries received the same as Goyle, and Nott received immunity to the undead, and cructacious curse. Overall they got some pretty cool gifts, and a few were just itching to use them. The Fierce Deity then once again spoke to them.

"I have given each of you your gifts over time they should become more powerful, if you use it for wrongdoings then it will be taken away from you, and you better hope the Reaper doesn't come after you. The nine of you are now once again servants of the former Lord Voldemort, he now goes by Tom, or Riddle, his real name is unknown to him as of this moment, you shall protect him and help him complete his quest. You are nine following one man, you will no longer be death eaters, your lord can come up with a suitable name for you. There are nine of you following one man, but there are another nine, who shall also be immensely involved in what is to come, and they follow your lord's former enemy. Only together with the Hero of Time, The Fallen God, and the seven sages can you ever hope to defeat the 'King of Evil'. One last gift before you go." He raised his hands and a white light shot out and hit the death eaters dark mark. They didn't scream, as it wasn't painful, they did stare in awe however. There dark marks were slowly changing, instead of the hideous skull with the snake in its mouth it began changing into phoenix, each of the death eater's phoenix marks were a different color representing the power type they had. They looked at him in bewilderment.

"What you have received is the Light Mark, only a few have ever received it, phoenix are pure creatures and this will show others that you are now on the side of the light, if you were still of the dark it would have destroyed you. You will be able to recognize the other nine by two things. The first is they are all young and in school. The second they all shall receive a mark similar to the one which you have when their power is unlocked. When you awake I am almost positive you shall be at Hogwarts, I wish you luck in your quest." The Fierce Deity finished and the nine death eaters began feeling sleepy, they slowly shut their eyes, knowing that when they awoke they would be at Hogwarts.

A/N: Surprise. The death eaters that are still alive all ended up with the Fierce Deity, they have major parts to play, as soon a literal war shall break out, with fiends never before seen. Next chapter is the with Harry, Tom, and Dumbledore, and possibly the death eaters, that may not be until the chapter after. We also find out the fate of Wormtail. Also I might end up changing this to M, if needed, I'm not sure if it needs it, if so please tell me and don't report, I'll change it immediately, it would be mainly for violence, and possibly a little romance later on, let me know. Hope you enjoyed, and please read and review.