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Ron the Red Voldemort walked to the front of the room. Voldemort liked the attention and Ron liked the attention. They liked feeling superior.

That's what Ron had seen in the Mirror of Erised. Superiority. It was the cause of all the initial lives of both of them that made this feeling their greatest desire.

Voldemort and Ron grew with no real friends. With the Orphanage Kids trying to bully Tom and Ron's family being poor, they had no material to call their own.

Voldemort wanted attention, he needed to be seen. He was pushed around so he wanted to push back. He wanted all his needs to be his servants' desire. He wanted to do nothing but relax, and seeing others being pushed back, that's just a bonus.

And Ron wanted that too. Once this need pushed him to be better, now he realised that manipulating people to do what you wanted was a more pleasurable thing.

Why want loyalty, when you can have fear?

Why do hard work, when the fools can do so for you?

And that is what made Ron the perfect host for Voldemort. Both their greatest desire is to be seen as the best, to be more than an ordinary human. To be the Superior.

And the Red Lord would reach his goals, no matter what.

"Amos, has Severus agreed to our terms?"

Diggory Sr. stepped forward slowly. The Forty-Six-year-old bent low and said quietly, "My Lord, Severus disagreed. We have imprisoned him under Imperius for the time being. Mulciber is guarding the cell. We await your order to do something with that man."

Ron bent forward a little and said in his silky and high yet masculine voice, "Severus must relearn the ways if he has to be turned productive. Send him with the other . . . students."

Currently, three people were in that chamber. Taught by Cygnus and Walburga Black, the trio were learning to be his servants.

Peter Pettigrew, Quirinus Quirrell and Bartemius Crouch Senior. The three students.

While the hardest to teach is Crouch, he is the most agreeable fellow in there. Betrayed by his own son, Barty Sr. couldn't handle the insult and now seeks to serve his son's now-enemy, Voldemort.

Quirinus Quirrell was weak-willed. He would be placed just above Crabbe Sr and Goyle Sr if that man ever agrees that muggles are nice fellows. Seriously, muggles just fight. Why nobody ever checked that Hogwarts' Muggle-Studies Professor is missing, Ron would never know. Even Harry seems to have gotten forgetful with age.

Well, Quirinus was supposed to have taken leave after the Christmas Break to update his muggle knowledge and to go incognito. Maybe they thought that he was still there?

Anyways, finally, Peter Pettigrew. A short man with chubby cheeks, a round stomach and some rather large front teeth (Who can stop Genetics anyway?). The man looked different than what Ron, the future man, knew. Definitely more human, and definitely stronger.

The Rat, from what Voldemort knew, was a skilled Charms student and had average Transfiguration skills. His Defense skills were just like his Transfiguration, thank Harry, and his abysmal fear of Alchemy, from Ron's knowledge, wasn't there.

He was a Marauder after all.

He looked different too. Better looking. He was taller than about three and a half inches, making him 5 Feet 7 Inches. His mousy brown hair was long and tied back in a bun. He had a full beard too, and his blue eyes sparkled with a hidden intelligence and mischief.

Currently, though, that man was acting dumb.
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Peter muttered, "What is life now?"

He answered himself dumbly, "Life be saved!"

Peter subconsciously sighed. He would rather die than become a Death Eater of the ex-Dark Lord, the Red Lord. The Cousins Black were too dumb to see he was acting dumb, and Voldemort (Why did he even become the Red Lord?) knew he was doing this but was too lazy to do anything about it.

At least, they needed him, so they wouldn't kill him.

Peter sighed internally in resignation and mumbled under his breath, "Shouldn't have chosen Alchemy in the seventh year, just gone with History. At least, would've been outta this place and with friends."

Why did he even want to go to Denmark?
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"Dad, you have a pink tail . . ."

James Potter looked at the tail and then at his son, and said, "It was Sirius."

Nobody said a thing about it.
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Tom said, "Checkmate."

Harry sighed and looked at a clearly pregnant Bellatrix and then back at Tom. He asked, "Are you sure that you don't want to live in England anymore?"

Tom sighed and said, "Nostalgia. I see everyone and feel guilty about trying to kill them. Except for Lucius. That blonde ponce is ferreting around Bella's little sister and I swear if that married man tries to propose to that married woman again, I will kill Draco."

It seems, with no Voldemort, Narcissa married George Abbott and is the mother of Henry Abbott, the cousin of one Hannah Abbott.

And Lucius . . . that man married Alecto Carrow. Well, it was a political marriage. He now has a black-haired Draco Amycus Malfoy. At least, he hates his parents because of it. For being so negligent of him, not for not being blonde.

Harry's thought went to Luna Lovegood at the thought of blonde. She was . . . stranger and weirder, if possible. Apparently, Pandora Lovegood was the dominant one.

No Heliopaths in Godric's Hollow yet.

Tom said, "You see? I want to be left alone. I thought, with the Greeks being at least respectful of Parseltongue, I could shift to Greece. There is a nice property of the Slytherin Family at the outskirts of the North Aegean region. Thank Merlin, Bella knows basic Greek and I can speak Greek like Latin so that we can settle."

Harry asked, "So, you will be gone?"

"Yeah, pretty much, " Tom nodded and continued, "We would ask 'Uncle Harry', or Bella's other family members, except the Mad Black Duo, to visit our child, but yes, we want to be gone."

The Mad Black Duo were Walburga and Cygnus Black.

Druella distanced away from Cygnus, her husband, after Azkaban, and went to the then-Lord Black, Arcturus Sirius Black, to separate them. She now lives in Northern Ireland with Cassiopeia Black.

Sadly, Arcturus is very weak at the age of 91 and would be dying soon. That is why, Orion Pollux Black, his son and heir, would be taking his place. Sirius's father still has considerable life, even at the age of 61.

Orion had separated from his wife and even divorced her (A big thing in the wayward Wizarding World). He now lives in the Black Townhouse at Grimmauld Place with Kreacher and his 2nd Cousin Twice Removed, the Minister of Magic, Bartemius Crouch Junior. Apparently, Barty's grandmother was Charis Black.

Orion's sons, Regulus and Sirius live together peacefully, a miracle with Sirius, in Godric's Hollow. Regulus was a close person to Harry and a person he could trust, and Sirius was still Sirius, just without the extra maturity of Azkaban: The Opposit of Spa and Resort.

Harry said, "Just stay away from Chimeras, I have heard from Hagrid that there are a lot of them there. And Manticores. And Drakons. And Acromantulas. And-"

"And Nundus, I know, " Tom stated.

Harry said dryly, "Of course, the Mighty Dictionary knows all."

Tom said pompously, "Of course, I do, you bloody mongrel. I still haven't forgiven you for correcting me, with your wrong suggestions, on your children's names."

"You are getting too old. 25 years older than your wife, and ageing at 64, the Ridiculous Dictionary of Gaunt Slytherins!"

"Yeah, and I am still 69 years too young to die, " Tom said with a wink.

Harry shook his head and said, "You could have been a Prankster, you know, with your Sirius jokes and Regal-us habits, you could have been the first person to turn Dumbles' hair white."

Tom added dryly, "I still think I am the first one to turn Dumbles' ginger hair light. Honestly, I can see why to call him 'The Light Lord'. His hair and eyes shine in the darkest of dungeons."

Harry said, "I call Bullshit. Dumbles' Lemon Drops is the reason for the whole 'Light' stuff. They make you feel light in the head and you want to lighten your stomach."

Tom and Harry laughed at his poor attempt to make sense.

Harry thought, 'Never thought I would miss Voldemort's alter ego. Good thing, Voldemort is dead now.'
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ATTACK ON DIAGON ALLEY BY DEATH EATERS
By Rita Skeeter

"Shit, " Harry said.