AN: Yes, this is going to be a very dark Harry, and no the wizarding world will not like the idea of having a Dark Lord of the Sith rising to power. I also have no plans on bringing Jedi into this, the only reson Sidious even found Harry was because he was neither dead nor alive, he was connected to one of his clones, but it was not alive and Harry would never be a threat to him since he was in an entirely different universe.

And Harry will have Star Wars tech to back up his bid for conquest.

And yes, I did get ideas from several fics with this, though I have read a ton of them and I'm not really quite sure which one gave me which idea, but I am mixing several things togather, and yes I have been listening to the Imperial March way to often recently.

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It was a dark time for everyone as Death Eaters stormed through Diagon Alley, causing havoc as they destroyed everything they could. People fleeing and screaming as even the Aurors fell back.

But then everything changed as the an explosion came from behind the advancing Death Eaters and everyone froze in shock, both dark and light forces turning to see what had happened. Then motion came from the smoke as a black clad figure came into view with the sharp click of his armored boots upon the stones of the alley floor.

His cloak swirled around him as the metallic mask concealed his face, but the sheer power radiating from this being was enough to drive everyone back several steps. He seemed tall and they knew that something was wrong here, the only thing that was of a color other than black were the twin silver cylinders at his waist.

One of the Death Eaters raised his wand and shouted Avada Kedavra, and the silence was broken again as the being moved, both cyliners seeming to appear in his hand and crimson blades materialized to intercept the golden light and send it harmlessly into a store front.

"Pathetic," the man laughed, his voice echoing through the alley like a gunshot, while dozens of white and black armored figures walked in step out of the smoke, "Eliminate them and bring me the leader."

"Yes, Lord Tyran," they responded as they moved their weapons into attack position and opened fire, crimson energy blasts raking through the Death Eaters without a second thought, the shrill scream of blaster fire bringing the reckoning to those who dared to attack their master.

As they advanced, the black clad figure charged at an unbelievable speed, both blades moving as mere blurs as he struck like a tornado.

Within a minute all opposition had stopped as the armored troopers ceased their movement and stood at perfect attention as their lord deactivated his lightsabers and reattaching them to his belt with a practiced motion. As he turned to face the few prisoners his troops had acquired for him a grim smile crossed his lips.

"Now then," he hissed through the mask, "what have we here, Lucious Malfoy, an escapee from my fortress, well then, you will be returned there to be dealt with by the Lord of Azkaban, or perhaps I will just deal with you myself."

He smirked at the astonished man who was yanked to his feet by two of his soldiers and held still.

He raised his guantleted hand as made a crushing motion as the audible sound of the deatheater choking filled the area before the corpse was released to the ground as anger flashed through the Sith Lord.

Harry Potter smiled under his mask as he felt the life leave the man before him, the cold emotionless mask hiding the dark glee that filled him in using the power he held now as he began his revenge against those who had betrayed him.

"Return to base," he said to his soldiers, "And take the surviving scum with you, they will be dealt with there."

"As you wish Lord Tyran," the commander responded as they grabbed the few survivors and vanished as they had come the same instant their master vanished as well.

With the unknown force vanishing from the alley, the Aurors and survivors of the attack seemed to let out a collective breath they hadn't known they were holding. The smoldering remains of Death Eaters were scattered around, some burning and a few were still dying from the damage caused by the strange weaponry that these unknowns had used.

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During the show of force in Diagon Alley, a second smaller fight was occurring as more of the armored soldiers charged from within the depths of Azkaban and overpowered the few wizard guards with only slightly less brutality than had been shown in the Alley, the Aurors assigned to guard the place were sent off the island in a boat within moments, a message left with them ordering them to not return.

The Dementors stood besides the armored battalions who awaited their lords return as news spread of Lord Tyran and the power that saved Diagon Alley. These beings, clones from a sample their master had recieved from his own former master, had been grown quickly, the first generation of soldiers for their master. The world would soon know that their lord and master was destined to rule over everything.

Other soldiers of various types were in positions as well, the weaponry they had been provided was in short supply, but the plans for massive construction efforts would begin as soon as the island was secure, the deeper chambers had been opened as they stormed out to deal with those holding their lords land.

The cloning cylinders deep underground had already begun to grow more soldiers for their army, ones that like those already in action, would gladly give their lives for their master without hesitation, without regret, without remorse. They were the servants of one powerful being that would rule the world and beyond.

If the world did not submit to imperial rule, then they would happily allow those who denied their lord his right in their own blood if necessary. The world would be at Lord Tyran's feet.

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Lord Darth Tyran arrived in his citadel with his personal troops dragging the handfull of prisoners he had deemed worthy of his personal attention as he walked in a a perfect parade march ahead of his troops through the lined ranks of dementors and stormtroopers and into his citadel, four red clad guards, the first of his own Imperial Guard flanked him as the prisoners were led into the bowls of the fortress, save for one who was led after the black clad entity who seemed to be unaffected by the hundreds of Dementors that followed the Sith Lord.

He led the small group past the prison and into the depths of the ancient fortress, past where wards had prevented any being from entering before the Tyran had smashed right through them in his ascention only days before. The shadows swirling as dim, ruby lights burned bright in pairs before them to lead the way into the throne room, the dark crystal that formed the towering throne was surrounded by four curving spires that came near to converging and were shaped like talons.

Harry sat upon his throne with a smirk as the troopers leading the prisoner forced the man to his knees.

"Hello Severus Snape," Tyran chuckled slightly from behind his black mask, "Welcome to my world."