Heir of Slytherin

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and never will. I haven't read the Half-blood Prince yet and I am still hoping that Harry or Voldie will be it. Purebloods like Neville and Ron just don't stand a chance at becoming the Half-blood Prince. In my eyes Harry or Voldemort are destined for greatness as evil dictators and just generally being evil. Enough ranting done lets get this story dedicated to you my readers. And if it gets a little confusing then don't hesitate to ask me in a review.

Philosophers Stone

Voldemort looked at the teacher who was currently busy with getting a quill and paper. He knew why the teacher was so nervous since it was, after all, his master that was now staring at him with blood red eyes. Voldemort looked at Quentin and said:

"Okay. Write this down."

Then he started to make a small list of things he'd do when he got an older body thanks to the powers of the stone:

"First of all I think I'll need to strike against the Ministry. Note that down as strike against ministry. Then I think that I'll need to free my Death Eaters still captive in Azkaban. Hmm why not make that the first part. After all I don't think I and just a handful of men will be able to take on the ministry all by ourselves. I might survive but the loss would be a little too much to deal with at the moment. Note the first point as the freeing of Azkaban Death Eaters. Second point will be reassuring strength in the wizard world. Third will be getting a strike force and raid the ministry for the Prophecy. Whatever we will do afterwards will remain unsure. So just note those three points."

Quirrel did so and soon Voldemort was smiling a little. He started to go back to the dungeons and he came upon a welcome sight. He saw Weasley being dragged off by an irritated Filch. Somehow Weasley had been getting stronger during the fights Voldemort had with the boy. The last time he had let himself be hit by a stupefy sent at him by the boy. He was grateful for Snape undoing the curse and then he watched as Ronald was being scolded for using magic in the corridors and Gryffindor found themselves 40 points lower then they were a moment before.

Voldemort found it easy to pretend to be a poor and mistreated little boy. He found himself slowly beginning to feel younger and not as if the entire world revolved around killing. Was he going soft? That question he had asked Quentin once and the man had cowered and said that he was still his normal self. Voldemort had frowned after that and was itching to use the Cruciatus on the man but without his own wand he could do nothing. Dumbledore had laced the boy's wand with the most power restricting spells he could find and of course he had personally made sure that whenever Voldemort cast a dark curse or just a harming curse that would immediately be reported to Dumbledore who had the monitoring spell on his wand increased to make sure that the Boy-Who-Lived didn't stray onto the dark path.

Ronald Weasley had been personally trained by the master manipulator and was now busy learning some advanced shields after Trelawney had predicted that the youngest male of Seven would be the aide of the Light's protector.

Voldemort had enough of this. His dreams were plagued by that woman who he kept running into and acted like a klutz. Damn he was really started to get annoyed by her habits of continuously being around him. Nymphadora Tonks was a woman who generally was in the vicinity of either him or her supposed boyfriend.

Said woman was just thinking about the wizard prodigy. Why the hell did he tell the teachers that she had defeated the Troll on her own with a little help from him? Did he do that just to get away from those prodding eyes of Dumbledore? Or was this all some plan in some Slytherin scheme. She always walked into the Boy-Who-Lived in one way or another. Aaron was pestering her again about her becoming his girlfriend and when she decided he should be taught a lesson through several curses the Boy-Who-Lived dashed once again onto the scene entering the corridor from a classroom and regarded the scene and said coolly:

"Aaron if you want to fuck her and be legal about it don't go spouting it off into the hallways. I doubt McGonagall would agree with one of her students getting pregnant from one of your boneheaded schemes. Hell I even think that her aunt would approve of your mudblood hands touching her niece. She is rather well known, you know?"

Aaron had just blinked a few times and said:

"Her aunt must be some low powered witch or something. She will be mine Potter. So you and all your slimy snakes can go to hell and rot there."

Voldemort's eyes widened for a second and a plan formed in his mind and said:

"Rot in hell? I doubt you have ever seen true hell. But I shall let that comment slide. I am after all the Boy-Who-Lived and shall not be kept back due to foolish statements made by mudbloods."

Voldemort's lips curled up in a Snape-like fashion as magic started to hum around him concentrating on his body and encasing it in an invisible barrier. And soon a fist was on its way towards his face and he distinctly heard a crack as the fist's bones broke on the diamond hard barrier he had erected. It was only good for physical attacks but it wouldn't stand against attacks from a magical nature.

He glared at the man who was holding his now broken hand and said:

"Move away please. You are dirtying my view, mudblood."

Aaron whimpered and went off to go to Madam Pomfrey to mend his broken hand. Tonks just blinked and said:

"You chased him off? The git was still asking me out for a date. I swear that if you hadn't interjected I'd just go and curse him so bad that his mother wouldn't recognise."

For no reason Voldemort smiled at her and dragged her off to an empty classroom and said to her after warding the door a little:

"You just have to ask me to do something and I'll do it for you. If only to do something for your aunt."

She blinked and Voldemort just stared and she spoke:

"My aunt? I doubt auntie Narcissa would like you doing something for you. I don't have more aunts then Aunt Narcissa."

Voldemort smiled at her and mentally frowned. What was wrong with me? I am starting to act like some hormonally challenged boy or something. It must be this body's reaction to her. A predatory smirk made its way onto his face and he said:

"You don't know about your other aunt? Well then let's tell you. She was Bellatrix Lestrange and was a loyal servant of the Dark lord Voldemort."

He had to ignore the gasp from Tonks and then continued:

"She served her Lord well. She even had the chance to become his wife but refused as she was already married to a man named Rudolphous Lestrange. The Dark Lord had watched her go upwards through the ranks and had awarded her with a position as his second in command. Personally I don't know what she saw in Rudolphous. In my eyes the man was just gay. Maybe they needed to keep up appearances or something. Anyways let's continue with the story. Bella tortured the elder Longbottoms to insanity and then was arrested and sent to Azkaban prison where she remains until now with her husband."

She just stared at him and seemed to think the information over a little. He got out his wand and said:

I am going to do something to make you shift a little better. Bella was also a Metamorphmagus so I did this pretty much in my days. So don't worry. Shapeayt Mignosito Nymphadora"

She could feel the power spreading through her body. She could feel every part of her body better then like she used to. She could feel the blood within her flow with a steady beat of her heart sounding through her body. She looked at the kid in front of her and saw that the eyes were once again a ruby red and then the black hair seemed to get an even darker shade. She looked as a merciless tone was taken in his voice:

"You will not tell anyone of this. Not about your aunt or about me or else I will make the thing I did to him seem like a walk in the park for you. Your body would be so mutilated that they'll never find the pieces again as they rot deep in the Chamber of Secrets."

Then he had left her with questions swirling through her head. She was so shaken by the information that he'd do something horrible to her that she slept badly the first week after the incident.

Voldemort was looking at the giant three headed dog and murmured:

"Avada Kedavra"

The jet of green light began to come from the wand as it jerked back not unlike a shotgun and the killing curse hit the dog head on and it slumped to the ground dead. Voldemort smirked at the sight and then was rewarded with the knowledge that there was a trapdoor beneath the dog by Quentin who had come along.

He fell down onto a plant which he immediately incinerated with a minor flame curse and he watched as the plant shrieked as it was burned into a crisp. Voldemort laughed as Quentin fell onto his ass after landing. Then they continued and stunned one of the keys that floated around in the key room. Then Voldemort outsmarted the chessboard by just doing some simple tactics like sacrificing a few pawn and then going in for the kill and disintegrating the stones. Then they walked into the room which contained the Troll. Voldemort's eyes shone as the beast lumbered at him and with a voice that was close to maniacal he said:

"Die now for my glory! Sanguinius Explodre!"

The Troll stood there for a moment before exploding in a shower of blood which soaked the two men to the bone. Voldemort just laughed and said:

"Come on Quirrel no time to waste before my revival."

Then a maniacal laugh was coming from his mouth and his blood red eyes flickered like flames. Quirrel was creeped out by the sight and they went into the next room where there were potions. Using his unnaturally calm and intelligent brains Voldemort had figured it all out the moment he had read the riddle. But then a gain a first year could solve this riddle very easily.

They stood before the mirror and Voldemort studied it. He had no intention of getting something from that mirror and knew that the stone must be somewhere in the room. He was just busy checking the mirror when the door opened and Ron Weasley accompanied by Hermione granger and the Longbottom boy walked in and shouted:

"Snape we know you are here! You will not get the Stone!"

Then they sent some tickling curses at Quirrel who fell to the ground laughing. Voldemort just looked at their faces and noticed for the first time that Longbottom seemed to be focused on the mirror instead of Quirrel. Slowly he exhaled and looked at the boy. He seemed to be surprised at something and suddenly Voldemort saw IT. IT was something heavy landing in the boy's pocket and that was the time Quirrel got up and said:

"You will not keep the Master away from his goal. Incarceous!"

Ropes flew out of his wand and the Golden Trio was tied up. Voldemort just watched from the shadows and noticed that the Longbottom boy seemed to be touching something in his pocket. Then in a hollow and disembodied voice he said:

"Show me the Longbottom Child."

Quirrel just glanced at Voldemort who nodded and Quirrel kept to the play they had orchestrated earlier:

"Master you are not strong enough. Let me handle them."

Voldemort grinned from the shadows and said:

"Nonsense Quirrel. Let me look at them."

Then Quirrel began unravelling his turban and Voldemort smirked as he transferred his consciousness to the back of Quirrel's head where his face took shape. The red eyes looked at the kids and Voldemort briefly suppressed the chuckle and the naked terror he saw there.

Voldemort spoke:

"Where is the Potter boy Quirrel. He'll be the key towards getting the Stone."

Quirrel nodded and said:

"I have him here My Lord. I bound him right after the Defence against the Dark Arts lesson."

Voldemort left the head of Quirrel and went into his own body which was tied up by a wave of the wand. With a loathing look on his face he was thrown from the shadows and in front of the four kids. Voldemort noted that Longbottom seemed to be sweating a little. Then Quirrel said:

"The master wants you to look in the mirror and tell him what you see."

Voldemort looked into the mirror and saw just an empty mirror without a stone in it. He immediately knew that the stone powered the Mirror a little and since the main power source was taken away he suddenly knew why Longbottom had been so uneasy.

He has the Stone of course. Then Voldemort turned to Quirrel and said:

"I see myself and my parents. We are laughing and cheering as your body lies dead on the floor. Look Albus is there too laughing with us."

Quirrel knew his master was just toying with the kid's feelings and said:

"Alright if you don't get it Potter then I will make sure that there will be no survivors."

Then Voldemort did something that would be regarded later as a brave deed. He grabbed Quirrel's arm which was still pointed at him and he channelled a deadly burning spell through his hands. Quirrel's arm began to blacken as the man wailed in pain:

"AAAH MASTER IT HURTS! HIS TOUCH IS LIKE FIRE BURNING ON MY SKIN!"

Quirrel was trying to get away from Voldemort but Voldemort clung to the arm and knew that Quirrel wouldn't survive. Quirrel bumped into Neville who stood rooted to the ground and fell to the ground taking Voldemort with him. Voldemort landed next to Neville and quickly searched through the boy's pockets without him noticing and then he got the red stone that was the Philosophers Stone. Quickly he conjured up a fake one and put it back and then he watched as Neville rolled away and the conjured Stone went crack and broke into a thousand pieces.

Voldemort smiled cruelly as he got up from Quirrel's dieing body. He was breathing raggedly and said:

"Voldemort I shall never let you get away with the deaths of my parents!"

Then Quirrel lifted his wand and murmured:

"Avada Kedavra"

The green beam of death hit Voldemort straight in the back and he went flying forwards right into a wall and impacted with a dull crunch. Voldemort checked himself over a second to see if anything was broken and then realised that he was still alive. So he must have gained some protection from the mudblooded mother of the child. Maybe he could use that to his advantage. But first he'd need to brew himself the aging potion with the Philosophers Stone giving the special ingredient.

He'd be back soon…

Now the only thing he had to do is evade those nosy buggers and all would be okay.

Great the Mudblood was trying to check him for injuries. Damn why should she even touch him? He was a goddamned Slytherin and one of the Gryffindor House's enemies. This would need a good scrubbing to get rid of the taint of those hands.

Now he needed to get away and fast. Giving the excuse that he'd get some healing potions from Snape he got away as soon as possible to conclude this scheme. He left behind four kids who really didn't know what had just transpired here.

Voldemort grinned. All was going according to plan. The world would fall soon to his might and nobody would be able to stop him!

A new chapter and a new note from your author: I like you! Forgetting about updating it was one of the worst mistakes I could make. I hope I explained something about Tonks acting awkward after the scene in the previous chapter. She shared the honour with Voldemort who had said that she had beaten the Troll just to keep from getting suspected by Dumbledore who would surely look into it as to how a first year can bring down a Troll. A Seventh year will be able to bring down a Troll with some difficulty and Tonks is in Seventh year.

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