I FINALLY GOT MY FLOPPY DRIVE TO WORK, SO NOW I CAN UPDATE AGAIN. And here's the chapter I would have posted several weeks ago

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

I Will include parts of Harry Potter And the Halfblood Prince in this story. I will also add things from many animes and games I play as well.

I dont know if I'll write any ships yet.

Thanks for the reviews, they are most apprecieted.

I will try to make my chapters longer but you, my readers, will have to wait longer sometimes if I do that all the time. I have a deadline to write at least one chapter every 3 months and I am a VERY slow writer and frequently have writers blocks, or will not write some of my cornier ideas when they are stuck in my head. I also currently a fresshman in highschool (thats right the writer of this story is younger than most of the writers out there) so I'm loaded down with homework.

parseltongue

written Parseltongue

telepathy

thoughts

The next morning. Jartyrae awokened to his blood brother activating their telepathy link.

Brother, what has happened to you! Voldemort sounded extremely worried about something about Jartyrae.

Before Jartyrae responded he felt a very strange feeling about himself. Using an ancient tecnique to analyze his magical core, he found something very, very strange. His large magical core had split into two slightly smaller ones. One core was the normal emerald green and gold color filled with streaks of mostly silver, red, and blue. This core also had smaller streaks of yellow, brown, and Black. with the outline of evershifting colors(1), while the other core had the same inner structure showing His own unique personality and that it was his, It's outline was dark grey heavily streaked with light blue.

Suddenly Jartyrae was reminded of the dementor that was devoured by his familiar. His familiar must have absorbed so much energy that He got, instead of just one magical ability, a whole new core. Having a magical core of another type of being would mean that one can use that other beings form of magic. Now one negative effect of another being having the core of another is physical alterations that can hinder one if they are not magicaly and physicaly strong enough. Luckily Jartyrae was strong enough to be emune to the dementors hindering physical abilitys, but also was just strong enough for his body to adapt internally to use new abilitys. Basically He is now partially Physically and magically Dementor.

Jartyrae's magical cores were linked together and were slowly revolving around each other. There is also magical channels connected to both cores. The channels were only the color of the type of magic and they flowed like a river to different parts of his body. Each core had its own channels and they sometimes mixed at miniature cores of magic in different aspects of the body. These miniture cores were are where magic builds up to be stored temporary so the user wouldn't have to draw on their Main core. These miniture cores are where magics in the body can mix without error. These miniture cores flicker between the magics mixed within them at rates faster then anything else in the magical world.

Jartyrae stirred from his magical trance and hearing his brother starting to worry, responded to him.

I am fine Voldemort, just a new development I need to investigate in my magical core, or should I say cores?

What do you mean by cores? Voldemort was suspicious of his brother at the moment. Jartyrae may not know but Voldemort was aware of a very subtle influence of his magic and life force the night before.

My experiments in magic have had a most unusaul side effect. I performed an alchemic ritual last night to awaken an inheritance left to me by my grandfather. He left me a familliar for me to bond with. Combining different forms of potions and spells I transformed the creature to one that would suit me better. The Serpent that was created need to feed on magic to refill its power an it having a connection to me transffered some of the magic it was absorbing into my body. Congradutions, Brother, You having a connection to me will soon enough have a similar reaction as me. You will have a second core as well.

Dementors? Voldemort asked for verification. If it was indeed the foul guardions of azkaban, then their power will be his to command, Though He was feeling a little strange after Becoming brothers to his once arch-enemy, Like something was Now in his body that wasn't there before, something powerful... Now he knew that more power was to come his way. If that feeling he had was a vision of what was to come then he was right, but what if it was something different.

Yes dementors. Though they served you in the past, they will have greater reason to now that I, soon us, have there power as well. I have to go now brother, someone is coming.

Jartyrae Looked up and saw a dark figure walking towards his cell. He reconized this figure from his first day in this place. It was the Prison Warden, Antonio Shadesturm. He was walking towards Jartyrae's cell. The strange man stopped in front of the cell. He gave Jartyrae a small smile and spoke.

"Why Hello Harry, How are you doing. I hope you are healthy at the moment. You see, Harry, All prisoners in cells one through twenty have to be inspected, after all they are only the worst of the worst crimials in the wizarding world. I usually just have a talk with the prisoners to see if they are willing to join in something I hold every ten years at the prison. You see, Prisoners in cells one through two hundred I put in the azkaban common's area to talk about things and to get away from the stress of everyday prison life. Though it is agaisnt regulations to be doing this, I do it anyway, you see I have sympathy for every one in here, after all I'm stuck here as well. So One day every ten years I put every prisoner in those first two hundred cells together for a day, so they can talk and hopfully give me some action from this insane Job I have to do on the orders of the ministry. I believe I spoke enough for the moment, now its your turn, young Harry."

Jartyrae was staring with wide eyes as he looked at the strange man who apparently said all of that in one breath and was curently sitting on the cold stone floor trying and suceeding to put his feet behind his head.

This man has been around the dementors too long. But I will play his game, after all, when else will I get a chance to meet my new servants but now?

Having decided to talk he spoke to the warden in a raspy voice that contained the same hissing quality of his brothers voice.

"You wanted me to ssspeak. I will go to thisss, meeting, asss you requested, but may I assk, Why are you ssstuck here."

Antonio Looked up at Harry and untangled himself.

"Why the Jolly old minister thought that since I was so good at my job, he thought that I should live here as well, you know to over see things better."

The sarcasm in those words were so thick that the mans magic actually conjured something infront of him. That something was a thick brown floating goo. It disappeared but it was still disturbing to actually see a physical appearence to sarcasm.

"You mean, that the minissster is afraid of you and doesssn't want you near him."

"Correct." Antonio deadpanned. "I have been stuck here for that very reason and will do almost anything to get even with that, That, THING, that calls itself the minister of magic."

Hearing those words, oviously spoken in anger, Triggered some thoughts as how to use the man infront of him. Thinking quickly and altering plans, Jartyrae spoke.

"I can help with that, But I'd need Your help."

"What do you mean?" Antonio was suspiscious of the offer but he was angry at the minister and literaly would do anything to get back at him.

Jartyrae was going to take a huge risk now, but if this works he will have control of the prison under everyones nose's.

"I have alliesss and connectionsss outside the prissson. I also have a plan in motion outssside the prissson for my own revenge. I can alter my plan to include your own revenge if you wisssh. I would of courssse need sssomething in return, and before you asssk it is not to break out of the prissson."

Now Antonio was interested and also even more suspiscious of Harry. Not many Criminals in this prison would have a plan of revenge in motion in the outside world.

"What is it that you need and I'll consider it."

"I need you to allow me, and a few othersss of my chosssing, free accessssss around the prissson and it'sss groundsss. I alssso need the Device needed to control the dementorsss. And I need you to report my death in prissson in approxssimitly a year and a half."

Now Antonio might seem crazy but he was actually very sane. He might want his revenge on the minister, but there was no way he was going to hand over the control orb to the dementors. He might have his soul sucked out and be not even have the satisfaction of his revenge. No he was going to keep the orb to himself. He would do all that Harry said and more, except give up the orb.

"I will not hand over the orb. You could betray me with it and Now that wouldn't be a good thing for me, now is it."

Jartyrae was a little ticked off about the orb, but he didn't need it at this time. He decided to replace it with something else.

"Fine, inssstead of the orb, retrieve my wand from the armory here, asss I know that that isss where the wandsss are ssstored."

Antonio knew that the wand was a risk but what magic could the kid know? He had just finished fourth year at hogwarts. Antonio was confiddent that he could easily defeat the boy. As for the deal he was making, a famous person can have great connections. Antonio Decided.

"Deal." Holding out his hand, he stuck it into the cell and shoke hands with one who he would come to admire and serve with great ambition. Antonio then spoke again.

"Now that thats out of the way, lets get going to the commons, the meeting is starting and I want you to pick out those that would be given a small dose of freedom."

Antonio then waved his wand in a strange pattern that Jartyrae reconized. It was an ancient rune of opening. A Parseltongue Rune. The cell bars disappeared and Jartyrae Got up. He walked over to the warden and nodded at him. They walked in silence till they ran into a doorway.

"This is the door to the commons. It's an outside area that has tables to sit at and a small training area. Magic suppressers are all over the place so be warned. The other prisoner are in there. I'll be watching from one of the towers in the armory. When I'm back you will tell me just who you decided to have access to the full grounds. And Also, Have fun."

Antonio opened the door and sure enough it led outside. Jartyrae walked forward and the doors closed behind him. Outside the prison was just as bleak and cold as inside. The ground was rough and cold with patchs of ice all over. The sky was a dark grey.. All in all it was a very depressing place. He felt at home already. Looking around with narrowed eyes, he spotted a group of ten prisoners that had his brothers magical signature on their arms. Smriking, he walked over and just before reaching them he blanked his face. He perposely stepped in front of two conversing deatheaters.

"We were having a conversation here, and you picked the wrong group to bother."

Jartyrae internally rolled his eyes, average thug talk. My brother needs to get me smarter servants if this one is anything to go on.

Jartyrae on the outside just glared at the person who spoke to him in that tone. The man was Augustus Rookwood, brother to Cyrus Rookwood, the brother currently in his Voldemorts service outside the prison.

Augustus Rookwood's eyes then filled with reconition after seeing Jartyrae's scar. He turned to his comrades and wispered to them.

Jartyrae had expected this and smiled a dark smile while they wern't looking. He wanted to toy with his servants to see how they would react.

They all turned and looked at him. Most were smirking at what they thought was good luck. One had a slightly insane grin on her face. One who looked extremely serious then said.

"Harry Potter, Savior of the wizarding world, in Azkaban prison. Does any one else see the irony in that statement. No matter. Now we will have revenge on you Potter for defying the dark lord. Get him!"

Before the others could move Jartyrae lunged forward and grabbed the mans arm and pulled up the sleeve to reveal a patch of irriated red skin where the dark mark clearly was positioned. Jartyrae looked at the Deatheaters faces and smiled darkly, definitly something the savior of the wizarding world wouldn't do. Jartyrae then placed one finger onto the mark and it flared with Dark magic. All ten deatheaters screamed in pain as the marks flared with dark magic. The deatheaters clenched their teeth and looked at their marks. Right before their eyes the mark was changing. Then it stopped. They bore a new mark.

The mark had green and silver lines that shone with a strange light. The lines formed an alchemic circle with a pentagram on top. In the center was a Blood red bolt of lightning, surrounded by Black. The shape of the lightning was exactly like Jartyrae's scar. This mark had a insciption in parseltongue written around the mark all the way. For those who could read Parseltongue the incription said

Lord Lucifer Salazar Harrison Circe Slytherin is DarkLord Jartyrae Black, brother of Lord Thomas Marvolo Riddle-Potter-Slytherin, Darklord Voldemort Black, Worlds Shall Be Conquered, and Lives will be lost in the wake of the Harbringers and Deatheaters of the Fallen.

A prophesy on my marks, how interesting and promising.

The Deatheaters, now Harbringers, stopped their screams and stared at Jartyrae. Their eyes were wide with horror at the thought of what their original lord would think, being branded by another, especially the savior of the light side of the wizarding world. Jartyrae then smiled darkly at the Harbringer that was still in his grip. He leaned down and wispered in his ear loudly enough that they all could here him.

"You all ssserve me now. Now bow to your new lord."

The Harbringer who was in his grip started sputtering in horror.

"Y-y-y c-cant do t-th-this to u-us." The harbringer gathered his courage and spoke without the sputter, "We will never serve you, we only serve the darklord."

Jartyrae was getting a large amount of fun torturing his servants. He decided to correct the pathetic excuse of a servant, who he now knew is named Williais Jugson. Waving his free hand in a pulling motion, he activated his nonverbal wandless spell. A variation of a relatively simple charm, the advanced summoning charm allowed one to summon things he knew the general discription of instead of appearence. He was summoning a prisoner that was inprisoned after hearing the news of his arrest and knew of some of the rumors being spread.

The harbringers watched as a prisoner from the other side of the commons was pulled through the air towards them. The prisoner landed infront of them facing JArtyrae. The Harbringers saw the prisoners face went completely white and saw him begin trembling in what can be discribed as fear. The prisoner started speaking in a fearful voice.

"Potter, no leave me alone, you won't get me like you got the Diggory's!" The prisoner got up and tryed to run away but suddenly froze in midmotion. Anyone looking at Jartyrae would see that his free hand was clenched as if gripping something. Jartyrae then spoke.

"Thisss group of people don't ssseem to know what your talking about, care to fill them in." It wasn't a question. The prisoner turned his head and saw the former deatheaters, and if possible went whiter. He wispered lightly.

"deatheaters"

The deatheaters were now curious and demanded an explaination and did so by looking even meaner to the poor prisoner. Finally the mans will caved in.

"Alright, alright, just don't hurt me. This, this madman slaughtered the poor diggory's. He's a DarkLord in the making, Please, I beg of you get me away from him, Plea...ck" There suddenly was a loud wet cracking noice and blood was spilling out of the mans head. His body started to look like it was being crused and then his skull imploded. Then his chest. Soon there was only a large ball of shredded flesh and blood. The ball split in half and in the center was the mans still beating heart. Jartyrae released the Harbringer and grabbed the heart and picked it up from the steaming remains of a prisoner who was only in here from refusing to pay a fine on a illegal flying carpet.

Jartyrae, before his servants eyes crushed the heart of the man and brought his hand to his mouth. He licked the blood off his hand as if he were a cat cleaning it self after eating. He turned to the Harbringers and said to them.

"Now Whos the DarkLord."

Suffient to say Lord Jartyrae's new servants had no more complaints after that.

A/N

Incase any of you ask about my mistake with the name rookwood in chapter3, I know about it. In Cannon, Rookwood is in azkaban at this current time.

(ATTENTION IMPORTANT A/N)

I am having a poll on what place I will send Jartyrae and Voldemort first in much later chapters. To vote just submit the name of what you want me to crossover with and what it is (Book, TV show, Anime, Game, and AU), a brief summery of it and, how you want it to crossover. That way I can search for any info required, create new timelines and history if I must. And If I have to, make a new universe based on said thing. My email is also a place where to send a vote. Thank you.

(1) Colors of a wizard's magical core represent the charenteristics of the person, and the strength and type of of their magic.

The outline of the core shows what kind of magic core is.

Wizarding magic of the Harry Potter world (atleast to me) has a ever shifting spectrum of colors.

Dementor's have had more than a thousand years to develop magic so why not give them a magical core as well? Their magics core color's are dark grey streaked heavily with light blue.

Normal colors listed so far.

Green means clever.

Silver means ambition.

Red means courage.

Yellow means hard working.

Black means loyalty.

Brown means studious.

Gold means Honor.

Blue means intelligance.

Gem colors listed so far

Emerald Means Cleverness as well as the ability to use said cleverness at a accelerated rate than normal people.

if anyone has any ideas on how they want the story to go please either review or email me.

If anyone has some ideas for spells, please place them in a review and please dont forget the incantation.

hope you enjoyed this chapter.

Thankyou

Parselmaster