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Rating is pg-13 this is a A/U year5

parseltongue

telepathy

"Get UP Potter. Time to go to your new home." The auror said his last name with such hatred that he knew everything was lost for him. He was going to azkaban Prison for the rest of his life. The very thought was almost as drepressing as the prison itself.

Thw auror got impaitent and flung open the cell door went up to him and kicked him in the stomach. Blood flew from Harry's mouth as this happened.

Harry then realized something.

Out of all his friends the ones he cared for the most weren't really his friends. The first ever parental figures he had , Molly and Authur Weasley, didn't really care for him.

His mentor ,Albus Dumbledore, didn't care for him either. now he wondered why Albus ever really talked to him about things and try to help him, was it his fame or something else. Harry could believe it was something else but what was it? He knew the old headmaster didn't do these things to other students, was it that harry's own childhood riveled Voldemort's, he couldn't tell. Did Dumbledore belive he would go dark like one Tom Marvolo Riddle? Well if he wouldn't go dark then, he'll definitly go dark now. He would embrace his slytherin side, clever with much ambition, his ravenclaw side, intelligant, able to think clearly in bad situations, full of solutions, his hufflepuff side, the hard worker, able reach his goals to get what he wanted, He would use his gryfindor side, not to be reckless, but to be curageous enough to fight for his goals. See how DUMBledore's face is when he realizes that he sent an innocent to prison and caused said person to become dark by doing this. Harry almost smiled at the dark way his thought were staring to go. He was staring plans to get out of the hellhole he was going to be thrown into.

The auror body bind harry and not taking too many cances, conjured ropes and tied them around Harry. He kicked harry again and levitated harry to another part of the auror's headquarters. The room harry was moved to had white washed walls, and a bright light coming from the ceiling and floor. The auror looked at this room almost fondly. He then smoke to harry in a almost joyful tone, hearing this harry knew this room was very unpleasant.

"This room is a specialized one-way portkey. It induces pain similar to flames burning your body. By doing this the room takes care of any trouble you may cause as you enter the prison. unfortunetly we aurors can barely use the room because it is saved for the most unpleasant and high surcurity prisoner. You have the luck of being the first in almost 14 years. The last was Sirius Black, your godfather. Must run in the family doesn't it. We normally use a boat to transport prisoner but this is much easier."

The auror then shoved Harry into the room. The feeling of fire spread throughout his vains. It got hotter as if the fire was being rekindled and was given more fuel. It got hotter and hotter, burning throughout his very being. Pain like which only the Pain unforgivable had given him was burning and burning when suddenly it stopped.

He opened his eyes never realizing that he had closed them. he was in a dark room with a door infront of him. The room was unaturely cold, as if the dementors pressence on this island was ingrained into this place. The door opened and a overly cheerful Man walked into the room. The room got colder as the man walked closer. The man spoke.

"Welcome to azkaban or should I say unwelcome seeing as your a convict here. My names Antonio Shadesturm the warden of this prison, meaning you have to listen to me and obey or else you get in more trouble, though if you are Harry Potter as you should be than you can't get much worse in this place. Your cell is number 17, one of the first 113 cells built here in Azkaban Stronghold, or if you like Azkaban Foretress. The first cells are always the worst. Oh well your problem not mine, or is it, I mean I'm suposed to run this place with the dementors but I have to follow ministry orders so I can't improve conditions. Well enough talk time to go to your cell."

The man, Antonio, was About five feet 11 inchs tall, Dark brown, nearly onyx eyes, Thining white inch long hair, decently built but kinda plump, with a young face. he looked sirius's age except for the whit hair. another thing about him is that he looked healthy which was nearly impossible in azkaban. His attitude seem to switch abit. He seemed to generaly like harry for no reason other then he was another person in this place. Antonio reached over and grabbed the bindings off of harry then harry's arm to help harry up off the ground. Instantly the body bind was distroyed and Harry heard not only his parents death but the bratrayel of his friends in his head. He remembered his new promise to himself. He would become what they had freared he had become. A dark lord in the making.

When harry was standing Antonio let go of Harry's arm. The noices of his bad memories disapeared. The Antonio pulled out a wand and a rock and said.

"Can't let you know the layout of this prison now can we. This rock is a specialized portkey made to go directly to cell 17, your cell. I just need to tap it with my wand and it will activate in 3 seconds."

He tapped it with his wand and gave it to harry. Harry disapeared and reapeared in a extremely cold cell Suddenly His vision covered in white fog and he retreated into the back of his mind where his Worst memories were replaying over and over again. Harry couldn't believe that his birthday could get much worse.

Suddenly He was away from his memories and was seeing throughout someone elses eyes. The person was in a dark room alone. Harry realized he could hear the persons thouhts, and the person was nonother than Lord Voldemort. Suddenly harry heard Voldemorts voice speaking to him in his mind.

Hello Harry, it seems I don't need to convince you to join me seeing how you have decided two things that please me greater that killing the old fool. One is that you have decided that me and you are family in blood in the least. That is not true, we are more than brothers because of our link we are closer than that. This link allows us to share memories, communicate, even draw upon the life force and abilites of the other to stay alive. We truely are Bloodbrothers, family that is normally not in blood but in spirit. To serve eachother in times of great need. The other thing that pleases me is that you are joining me, not as another deatheater servent, but as a fellow darklord. I will place barriors around your mind to protect you, my brother, from the dementors. I can not save you from that place yet, as I don't have enough servants to get you but I will protect your mind and spirit.

Thank You, My brother for agreeing to help me.

It is not much trouble brother

Voldemort, do not kill snape, as I know you now know he is the traitor in your ranks.

Why is that harry?

He has much use left, he is a potions master, get him to brew many healing potions and others that are of use. test the potions on him to see if they have been sabatoged by him.

good idea, now I have another gift for you brother. Our link between us has grown since my rebirth. If you acknowledge yourself as a darklord and our link speak not in your mind but with your body these words and the link will grant you a few more of my atributes permenantly, like the abilites and some of the appearence of my eyes, You had this effect before unconciously when your old friends visited you, but then it wasn't permenant if you had focused on their eyes and willed it at the time you would have been able to read their memories, emotions and very thoughts. My strength speed and stamina will also be granted, as well as a after effect of the link. The serpentine quality of my voice will be added as well. To finish the link and acknowledge yourself as a dark lord and my brother speak these words for our wizards oath and magic to do as it will.

Flight from death no longer runs from his brother the true death. I brother of the former Tom Marvolo Riddle, now Lord Voldemort Riddle-Slytherin, Flight from death, Swear I will kill not my brother as he swears to his Brother former Harry James Potter, now Lord Jartyrae Potter-Slytherin, True death, the same. We acknowledge the link of power and alliance between us and embrace it, as it is willed, It shall be done.

I accept brother we shall speak at the same time.

Harry suddenly had double vision as he saw the inside of his cell and the master bedroom at Riddle manor. He started wispering the oath so he wouldn't be heard by any other than voldemort.

"Flight from death no longer runs from his brother the true death. I brother of the former Tom Marvolo Riddle, now Lord Voldemort Riddle-Slytherin, Flight from death, Swear I will kill not my brother as he swears to his Brother former Harry James Potter, now Lord Jartyrae Potter-Slytherin, True death, the same. We acknowledge the link of power and alliance between us and embrace it, as it is willed, It shall be done!"

He heard in the backround Voldemort speaking the same oath but with Harry's names replacing voldmorts and visversa. Suddenly there was a tingle in his spin as a warm felling spread into his body. He started growing, but there wasn't any pain. His vision blurred as his glasses didn't work on him any more. His power increased greatly. His body got rid of years of malnurishment and abuse. His strength, speed, and stamina was augmented greatly. The feeling stopped and harry got up to look in the mirror at the back of his cell.

He was shocked at his appearence. He was now 5 feet 11 and a half inchs, muscular, like a swimmer or gymnist muscular, not a body builder. His Bright Emerald Green eyes were full of power and were glowing. the pupils were slitted like a snakes. His features were decidedly aristacraticly sharp. His hair seemed to absorb all light it was so dark. He opened his mouth and saw his canines were longer and sharper. His skin was so pale it was almost glowing. The shadows seem to engulf him everywhere, good for stealth. His fingers were slightly longer as well. He smirked at his new appearence. he looked at how he walked, silent yet long graceful steps that seemed unearthy. He now looked age 20.

He opened his link to his brother and saw that he was looking in a mirror as well. Voldemort looked simiar to harry now. gone were most of the snakelike features, his voice had deepened. He now had the same style and color hair as harry. His fingers had shortened in length. his eyes were exactly like harrys except that the were ruby red not emerald green. They had the same skin color and both the shadows seem to engulf. The looked Almost exactly alike, twins at afar. Their only differnce in appearance was their eyes and harry's scar. The scar itself was now Blood Red and pulsing comfortably.

Lord Jartyrae, my servants in azkaban are now yours, if they were loyal to me then the will be loyal to you. My eyesight has been given to you so now you can see magical signatures. I will show you images of differant spells so that you may identify the types of magic, I will leave it to you to master seeing indivual peoples spells from others. We have plans to discuss as well.

The scene from Voldmorts side of the link. started fickering and showing different spell signatures, Voldemort named what the spells did so that harry will actually be able to tell what the signatures he sees do.

I thank you Lord Voldemort, we will discuss our plans later, I found something very interesing near the corner of the mirror

I see it as well. I will talk to you later.

Voldemort ended the telepthic link.

Harry, now Lord Jartyrae while looking in the mirror of his cell, saw next to the mirror a small almost invisible crack in the grey stone of his cell. He inspected it and found that it was actually a small grey snake drawing on the wall. the only reason he noticed the drawing is that it had a magical signature, a weak one, but one none the less. The signature was very close to a locking charm. It being on a snake made harry believe it was a parseltongue entrance to somewhere. He looked at the snake and spoke.

Open

That one didn't work. He decided to try a long winded demand to enter.

In the great and powerful name of Slytherin I demand entrance.

The snake's eyes blinked, looked at him, nodded.

Suddenly he was engulfed in bright colors as he was transported to where ever the snake was sending him.

A/N if anyone has any ideas on how they want the story to go please either review or email me at don't normally update as much as I'm doing now, normally I update every 3 months or so.

Found out that harrys name has two words in it that I will use in this story. It is in some language I found in a book that is about aliens and things, the book never gives its own title though so it's a pain giving credit to a nameless book. Stormphet actually is a machine used to control the weather but I altered it for my story.

harry james potter Jartyrae Stormphet

Jartyraetrue death

StormphetPerson containing the ability to control storm currents and predict the area that they will appear 100 of the time. Their power won't let them be wrong. Is basicly a VERY powerful elmental of all elements. Their power over storms can do other things as well, Like absorb the power of a hurricane and add it to their own magical core. Only one at any time.