Heir of Slytherin

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters portrayed within this story. I mould them to my wishes like a certain old man which I despise and I make them do whatever I want them to do. Simply they are mine to control. I shall write this with no regrets because I know that there will be a select few who hate my style and will always comment on this.

Resurrection of the Lord

He looked at the gem within his hands almost unable to comprehend that this small gem would be able to give him back his body that would restore him to power once more. An eleven year old childe was not something that would impose fear within someone.

The maniacal grin on his face warned every Slytherin that something was playing within his mind and that it was not good for anyone in the vicinity. They backed away from the place where young Harry James Potter sat until there was a space around him.

Draco Malfoy wasn't gifted in any mental areas so he just ignored the blatant signs that Voldemort was dangerous and literally tried to get some semblance of respect. He walked up to Voldemort who was still busy looking at the blood red stone and said: "What do you have there potty? A nice gem to keep yourself occupied with? Why don't you give it to me so you will get away unharmed."

Voldemort disliked one thing and that was getting bossed around by people that were weaker then him. He pocketed the stone and then looked up slowly and said: "Shut it Malfoy. I'd rather not have it that you got into an unfortunate accident. I heard that the Killing curse was rather hard to live through. So fuck off would you?"

The blonde just scowled and said to the black-haired boy in front of him: "Potter you wouldn't be able to cast such a curse because you are a half-blood! You haven't got the power to cast a simple killing curse while I with my Malfoy blood could easily do it." Voldemort found his ire rising and with a flick of his wand he pointed it at Malfoy and then lowered it and he hissed out with an almost unearthly terrible voice: "Avada Kedavra!"

The green blast of light sprang forth from his wand and created a scorch mark on the floor. Voldemort found his eyes burning with hared and he knew they had once again taken up their magnificent red colouring: "You would do well to never insult me again Malfoy. I'll kill you whenever you try something against me."

Then he got up and started to pack his trunk. It wouldn't do to go there unprepared. The house elves would get it on the train. He looked at his first year books and grinned. It had been nice to review all that stuff although he hadn't needed to review much of it because it was all stuck within his head. His mind was still intact. And of course he just wanted to have some fun. He remembered the teacher at the local school who he'd had scared away just before his eleventh birthday…

She had screamed so loud about the little prank he had done. He had been secluded from the rest of the children for three hours by that woman. But in the end he had gotten her back and probably had scared her so badly that that might have been the reason why she had quit the next day.

He was sitting on a bench angry about getting scolded by that woman. He knew he shouldn't care so much about it but at least the needed some amusement. When the woman came to him he looked her over once. He saw long legs with a gorgeous body on top of them. Blonde curls framed her face which was gifted with two sparkling blue eyes. In all other words she looked gorgeous to the male sex. Voldemort couldn't appreciate it and he got a smirk on his face which made her slightly uneasy.

"Harry please explain to me why you did that to your cousin Dudley." He looked at her and said:" Well Miss Jones I'd have to say that on an intellectual level I am far above that worthless waste of flesh that my cousin is. I am far superior to him in intellectual terms and I was getting him back for nearly crushing my arms."

He held out his arms which were bruised courtesy of Vernon. She briefly stroked over it and said at a tone which clearly stated that she was neutral towards all of this: "Your cousin did that? Let me check for more injuries." She touched higher up to his arms and Voldemort couldn't help but flinch at the touch. She wrapped back the obscenely large shirt that he was currently wearing and studied the arm. She looked at the bruising and then looked at him with pity in her eyes: "You get hurt at home don't you?" Voldemort looked at her and almost panicked. Why the hell was he so afraid? He was the Dark Lord for Christ's sake.

She looked at the poor kid in front of her. It wasn't hard to see that the kid suffered from slight malnourishment. Probably his cousin ate most of the food on the table. She sighed and looked at the bruises. They were inflicted by someone who was strong and probably couldn't be the handiwork of Dudley Dursley. That only left Dudley's father to do that to his nephew. She knew how to recognise the signs of abuse because the reason she was here was because she needed to do a report on the behaviour of children in a normal class. She had been teaching them different ways to calculate something and the only one who got them correct was Harry Potter. She believed the kid to be exceptionally gifted. When she had spoken to the boy's caretakers she had found out that they thought that their son was very gifted and couldn't do anything wrong in their eyes. She had asked about Harry potter and she was surprised that the Dursley's seemed to have some problems with their nephew as they called him a worthless brat who could do nothing but mischief.

He looked at the woman and felt the anger returning. And it returned full force to his brain and it began to cloud his mind with thoughts about his father and the orphanage. He didn't know it at the moment but his eyes were now a brilliant red and almost animalistic in nature. There was an almost visible aura around him as the anger surged through his veins and his gaze was drawn towards the blue eyes.

She gulped as she stared in to the once green eyes of the kid in front of her. How the hell had those eyes become so red within mere moments? She was about to ask why the eyes had turned such a creepy shade of red but he beat her to it. "I don't need your help! I can handle this on my own. He'll pay once I get my body back. Yesss he'll pay…"

Then he looked at her with those garnet eyes and the chills went down her spine. They stared at her and a grin came to his face which royally creeped her out. Hisses spewed forth from his mouth and suddenly snakes came from the bushes and all slithered around him. She was looking at the scene with fear in her eyes and then she watched as a thick long cobra like specimen wrapped itself around his body in some sort of protective gesture.

Then he looked at her with those blood red orbs and said: "What are you standing here for muggle?" She felt fear within her heart as she looked at him and suddenly got the image of a man standing in front of a crowd of masked men and women. He was pale and had the same red eyes as the child possessed unspeakable horrors she saw within those eyes and she ran away with a shriek. Voldemort smiled at that. He saw the terror in her eyes and he felt it within his heart. With a hiss he gave the snakes the order to leave to their lairs and to come back at his call.

Miss Jones was never seen again at that school. She had resigned immediately after witnessing the scene of Harry Potter with the blood red eyes. Voldemort smiled and prepared to get away from Dudley so he couldn't get him.

He was shook from his memories by a small sound and immediately his eyes darted towards the sound and saw Theodore Nott standing there looking shocked at him. His lip began to curl up like a certain potions master and Theodore fled the room as he beheld the red eyes glaring at him.

When the feast came Voldemort was ready to go and after Obliviating the entire Common room when he entered after Nott he was assured that no-one would tell Dumbledore about his eyes. The old codger was talking about awarding some points and Voldemort briefly realised that there was supposed to be something the Gryffindors had done. It probably had to do something with the Stone.

His ire grew and grew as he looked at the decorations that had once been Slytherin in colour had turned to Gryffindor colours as Gryffindor won the house cup. Those bastards shouldn't even be capable of winning over Slytherin. HE was the Heir of Slytherin! HIS house would rule over every other house in Hogwarts.

When he got on the train the final preparations were all done. He had the ingredients. The only thing he needed was someone to hold him into the fluid. He got himself a compartment that would hide him with several very advanced locking and sealing charms. It was like the Fidelius. When one would look for it, it would only be a closet with some tape on it proclaiming it was a broken toilet.

He looked outside and saw exactly the thing he was looking for. The girl was walking all by herself towards a compartment where the rest of her year sat. He opened the door and walked outside and said: "Nymphadora please come with me."

She turned around when someone said her first name and she looked directly within those emerald green pools that were like a sea in which you could drown for all eternity. Without knowing why she did it she followed him into a compartment where a cauldron stood which seemed to be heated by a magical flame. A diamond like substance was floating on the surface and she looked at Voldemort with a confused look.

"I need you to hold me under the surface of the potion Nymphadora. If you do that you shall be rewarded with riches beyond any human knowledge."

She didn't know why she did that but she nodded and then she looked as the scrawny boy began to disrobe himself.

He unbuckled his belt and then he removed his robes that covered the lower part of his body. Then he stripped totally and he looked at the clothes that he had set aside for this occasion. His red robes were still in prime condition like he had just shed them a few days ago. He looked at them and then pulled down the last piece of clothing that preserved some of his dignity. His underwear fell to the ground and he said to her: "Assist me into the cauldron."

She grabbed his arm and helped him into the cauldron. She was in a daze which seemed to be induced when she had gazed in his eyes. She watched as his foot touched the hot liquid and he didn't flinch. He grabbed the stone he had within his hand from the beginning and with a few muttered words a bright blue liquid poured forth from the stone and fell into the cauldron which began to spew out some black smoke. The diamond like surface didn't even break when he lowered himself in the cauldron and she could only let go as he jerked his hand away form her grip.

Hot. It was so hot in the cauldron that Voldemort's senses would almost be overloaded if he hadn't shut them off. He could feel the magic of the liquid of rebirth in his bones and hen he added the final ingredient. The Water of Life. The stone gave a generous amount of it and he began to feel the magic seeping within the liquid.

Then he turned towards the girl and jerked his arm away: "Push me down in the liquid and don't let me come up even if I scream so loud you can't stand it. If you let me then the entire process is wasted." Then he felt two arms onto his head and he was pushed down. He felt his nose getting full of the liquid and he felt it changing his bones. A shriek came from his lips and reverberated through the compartment. The spells he had created around the compartment weakened and as his body began to change they weakened even further and further as it changed.

He felt like he had been floating in the liquid for some time. He looked around and saw that a side of a cauldron was in the way. He saw his arms and they were pale and longer then before. He grasped the hand still keeping him submerged within the liquid. He could faintly hear the sound of a door breaking down.

Severus Snape prided him on being observant. He heard the screams long before anyone else did. He had been on the train just to guard the students since Dumbledore took that as a precaution step against the attack that might have followed. He blasted open the door to look at the seventh year student Nymphadora Tonks who was holding something down into a cauldron of sorts. He cast a stupefy on the witch and she slumped to the floor unconscious. Then something happened that made his blood run cold.

He felt his feet taking a hold on the bottom of the cauldron and he raised himself from the liquid. His black hair was longer then before and he stared at the man who was looking at him with wide black eyes. Fear was within them. Fear for him. What he was. Fear for the Dark Lord.

He saw a mass of black hair rise from the cauldron and then looked at the scar. "Potter!" Was the first thing to come to mind and then he saw the ruby red eyes looking at him. His breath stopped for a moment and seemed to be frozen. His heart stopped too as he looked within their depths. The Gryffindor had resurrected the Dark Lord. He could do nothing but stare as Lord Voldemort rose from the cauldron and wiped off his black hair that had gotten into his face.

He raised himself out of the cauldron and wiped away the hair. He looked at his servant and grinned. "Didn't think I would be back, would I Severus?" He got satisfaction in seeing the man pale before him and stepped out of the cauldron and grabbed his robes. He put them on his body and he felt a little bit better. Then he walked to Tonks and gave a small smile. "For having contributed to my resurrection I shall grant you one privilege. The privilege of being one of the few who get spared from the horrors that I or my Death Eaters shall inflict. Lord Voldemort is merciful to those that serve him well. Enervate."

She looked at the ceiling and then glanced around to see her potions professor standing there with a look of naked terror on his face. She was about to laugh at the funny face he made when looking until she looked at the tall boy dressed in the blood red robes. She noticed the telltale scar and gasped. Was this the Boy-Who-Lived? He was bloody gorgeous after that small dunk in that cauldron. She giggled a little after realising that he was one gorgeous lad who she wouldn't mind dating at all.

Lord Voldemort prided himself on his Legilimency talents and he immediately entered Tonks her mind and looked through it and he raised an eyebrow. So the girl found him to be appealing didn't she? Well then let's not disappoint her. With a small muttered incantation he let the Metamorph talents that she possessed go blank and looked at her true visage. She looked kinda like her aunt and he couldn't help but make a small comment about it: "You look so much like your aunt it almost makes me confused. I'll get her out of Azkaban somehow."

When he had said that she raised an eyebrow and suddenly a mechanical voice sounded through the train that they had arrived and should take their belongings with them. Lord Voldemort smiled and said at a tone reminiscent of his previous body: "Severus will get your belongings dear. Why not relax for a few seconds. Let me help you up."

Then he gently grabbed her body and lifted it without seeming strained. Then he gently let her touch down on her feet. He looked at the Potions Master and said. "NOW!" The man was about to faint out of sheer terror but he obeyed nonetheless. Within mere seconds Tonks her belongings were assembled before the wrecked door.

Lord Voldemort smiled and a devious glint came within those blood red eyes of his. Then he glanced at her and said: "Come on. I want to get introduced to your family. After all I should get to know the family of the prettiest girl I know." Then with an almost lazy manner of moving he bent down and got the Philosophers Stone and looked at Severus and said: "Severus you go and call the rest of my Death Eaters. No doubt they will be overjoyed to k now that their Lord is once again alive. I got some business to do. NOW MOVE!"

He loved shouting at the man. Severus always got such a nice frightened look on his face. With his red eyes taking in every detail he felt the train come to a halt and he stepped out of the compartment with his red eyes flaring up for a moment and adjusted to the difference in lighting. He felt the magic around him swirl as he began to manipulate it and suddenly he looked upon the scene of the Gryffindor Trio consisting of Neville, Ron and Hermione. Voldemort's grin got extremely feral as anger at some pranks from the Weasley kid came back to him. Hitting him with a stunner right between the legs even if the kid hadn't aimed well was not a pleasant experience.

Ronald Weasley was currently in the process of talking to Neville about how they had managed to beat all the traps from the teachers and how smart they were to have beaten them. The topic of Harry Potter was just in the conversation and Ron went on listing of Harry Potter's faults.

Voldemort's eyes glinted with a malicious red shade and he spoke with the voice that he had used while he was still young: "Well it seems that I am not well liked by the Weasel. Didn't your mother tell you that it's rather impolite to speak badly of me?" Ron looked around for a small hint where Harry might be bu8t only saw a man stand in the direction where Harry Potter's voice had originated from.

With a dry chuckle Voldemort drew his wand and pointed it at Ron's head just aimed between the eyes. Said boy shouted: "WHERE ARE YOU HIDING POTTER? A FILTHY SNAKE YOU ARE HIDING SOMEWHERE." Voldemort looked at the kid and a terrible smile appeared on his face. It was only noted by Hermione and she suddenly realised that this man was dangerous if the smile was any indication. It made her feel very uneasy.

"Ronald… You disappoint me. Your uncles were so much better then you. Even if I had killed them myself then I wouldn't have been able to prevent your birth. A pity that is. I'd have loved to see your mother die by a green light. But there is still you." Ron turned towards the man and Voldemort let his eyes flare up for a moment and the piercing red was visible. The pale skin tone was visible to them as the light illuminated the skin. They were at the back of the train and most students had already vacated the train. "I'LL KILL YOU FOR SAYING THOSE THINGS ABOUT MY FAMILY!" Ron was about to use some curse on Voldemort but the older man was faster. With a wave of his wand three stunners shot out of it and hit their marks.

Severus passed the stunned teens after a few moments. He gave them a passing glance and then decided to enervate them. "Who was that man Professor?" "Someone you'd never want to meet Miss Granger. Someone you'd never want to meet." Severus once again levitated the luggage. Tonks had passed the group after glancing at it.

Voldemort sniffed and felt the air. It seemed to be calm at the moment. He looked over the crowd standing at the station and smirked to himself. It wouldn't do much if he were to engage every one of these wizards with his wand. He'd survive and probably kill off a lot of them mudbloods but then the old crackpot would be informed of course.

He stepped outside of the train and then went back inside and put some glamours on himself. Why not pretend to be Harry Potter to come off the train? That's keep up his façade. Well at least long enough to get off this station. He watched as Tonks slid by him through the door and he saw Severus levitating his things. With a cheery smile on his face he accepted the levitated things from Severus and then said: "Apparate away. I'll meet up with the rest of you at the meeting later this week. You'll know when you are called."

Severus apparated away with a crack and Voldemort followed Tonks through the crowd and he looked and saw a pretty brown-haired witch stand there with a man who HAD to be a mudblood or muggle. Magic was still on his skin but not much of a magical core was seen. Muggleborn he determined and he saw Tonks hug the woman. Suppressing a smile he walked up to Tonks and looked at the exchange.

"Mum, Dad, I want you to meet the one and only Harry James Potter." She turned around and Voldemort felt their gazes zooming towards his scar. Voldemort just grinned cheekily and said: "Pleased to meet you Mister and misses Tonks." The parents of course were impressed by his manners and soon they were talking with him about what they would do in the summer holidays. Tonks hadn't gotten a job at the moment so they were thinking of maybe going to Dover or Blackpool.

Voldemort just smiled and thought internally that if they stayed in Britain then they would soon know that the Lord Voldemort was back again. He looked into the black eyes that Miss Tonks possessed and used Legilmency on her. He travelled through some thoughts of the woman and then viewed some situation where extreme pain was involved. So her husband isn't exactly nice to her when they are alone. That would serve as an adequate reason for punishment by the hands of the Dark Lord.

Yessss… It would be a very good punisssssshhhhment…

A new chapter for heir of Slytherin! Preread by Silverscale.

Next time on Heir of Slytherin: Voldemort meets the parents…Voldemort style!

Hermione's going to be a bitch as she tried the same tactic on Voldemortlike she did on Draco in the 3rd book.