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Marvolo's POV

He followed Benjamin Nott into the Ministry of Magic. Today was the day they would have him retake his lordship. First he would have to prove his identity. He would have to enact ancient laws to keep from ending up in Azkaban.

He had come with Benjamin Nott. The man was an old friend of his from when he was in school. While he had never taken the mark he never showed any disloyalty. His son Theodore Nott senior had gone to and died in Azkaban. Theodore Nott junior had taken his appearance at the manor in stride. Never once commenting on it. Negatively or otherwise.

Many eyes were upon them as they made their way to the atrium. One pair of piercing blue eyes were shocked. He knew who they belonged to. Even if he didn't turn to look. Albus Dumbeldore had recognized him. For the moment he could ignore the older wizard. Soon he wouldn't have any control over the Wizengott anyways. There would be just the seats he controlled.

Upon going through the security he was directed to the Wizengott chambers. For the proof of his identity and the questions he was to answer he would be on the floor. For the moment he would wait in a room until they were ready for him.

Marvolo didn't have to wait long. Five minutes of sitting down and he was called before the court. As expected Albus no longer held the spot as head. Instead it was one of the men who supported him on the side. Though never became a death eater. It seemed to be a full court. That was good he wouldn't have to repeat himself.

Once he stood before them the Ryan said," Ladies and Gentlemen of the Wizengott I give you Marvolo Riddle. He is here to be instated as Lord Slytherin."

Cries of denial could be heard. No one wanted to accept his request. Mostly given that he was an unknown person.

One person cried out," How do we know this person truly is one of the Slytherin line? Potions results can be faked."

Ryan asked after gaining silence by banging his gravel down," Mr. Riddle do you have any proof of your claim?"

He replied,§ Is this proof enough?"

Gasps rang out at his use of parseltounge. Then cries of," Dark wizard! Dark abilities!"

It took much longer for the crowd to settle again. A smirk crossed his face as he waited. They were all simple minded but he would have his way.

When they were quiet Ryan said," That is all the proof we need. Now onto the instatement of the the..."

A voice cried out," You can't. He is Lord Voldemort."

That was Albus. Trying to once again ruin his ideals. This time he had the court on his side. No longer was he the frightened child or the eighteen year old who knew nothing. He was powerful adult. A powerful Lord who would use everything he had learned.

However it was not he who answered. Instead it was the minister who said angrily," Albus we have gone over this. The Dark Lord is dead. If you keep on this path you will be removed from the Wizengott."

With an icy glare sent his way the old man sat back down. Ryan asked after a moment," What do you have to say about these accusations Mr. Riddle?"

Taking a deep breath as if to center himself he began his speech. One about how a dark curse had been placed on him when he was in Albania. It changed his perceptions of everything. That when he returned to England as Lord Voldemort it was not really him.

Then when his body had been destroyed he spent thirteen years as a spirit. It was only thanks to a misguided follower that he returned to his body. When he came to that part of the story many speculated on the follower being Sirius Black.

So Marvolo voiced his confusion," Sirius Black? I was talking about Peter Pettigrew. Regulus Black was one of my followers but never his older brother."

More gasps and yells. It took even longer for it to quieten.

Madame Bones was the first to speak," Are you willing to provide your memories of the event?"

Marvolo said confidently," I am."

He would of course. While that would get Black out of trouble he didn't particularly care. They were still searching for Potter. Who according to Lucius and Benjamin was a parslemouth. He planned on adopting the boy. If only they could find him.

From there the proceeding went normally. He took his oath to become a Lord and access his seats. It had been a victory.

On his way out he shook hands with many Lord's and Ladies. Lord Lestrange another of his old friends was the first to shake his hand. The other indicated a need to speak with him when a chance was had. By the way the other man stuck around Marvolo knew it was urgent. As quickly as he could without seeming rude he said his goodbyes. Benjamin was quick to follow.

When he arrived the older more experienced Lord led them outside. Immediately privacy wards went up to protect from wizards and animagi.

The man said," I'm sorry to bother you Marvolo but i have word on the Potter boy. Apparently a high number of spirits are converging in one spot. They believe it is a massive fight between two mages. They want to send a Lord to quell the fighting. Given your experience I recommended you. They accepted it."

Marvolo nodded and said," I'll go. Where?"

The Lestrange Lord held out a piece of paper. The address was a small village. It was in the north parts of England. Not an area he was overly familiar with but he could apparate there.

It took him a moment to reach one of apparition point. From there he apparated to the site. From the moment he landed he knew something was happening.

Spirits not normally seen by normal wizards were seen. It was the first time he had ever seen spirits. Yet there was no doubting what they were. Blue and red orbs in the air. All converging upon the village.

Making his way towards the village he could see two figures. One was that of an old man. It was hard to tell how old exactly. Wizards were good about aging. He had no doubt spirit mages were no different.

The other was far younger however. No more than a teenager. The messy black hair gave away his identity. It seemed that Severus was right. Harry Potter was a spirit mage. By the sheer amount of spirits converging possibly a contactor as well.

As he began to edge closer the teen was blown back. Right into him. They were both knocked into the ground.

Evan's POV

When the two of the began their fight as contractors Evan knew the other had the upper hand. Not only was he older but he had more experience. All Evan had was that he communed with his spirits. As the Gryffindor he was he put up a fight. There was no way he would allow this guy to send him away. He had to learn about his abilities.

The child that was in the way however he could not allow to be harmed. So he brought his spirits into a full barrier around the little girl. This left very few to defend him.

From the lack of shielding around himself he was blown back. Landing painfully on something that was not quite ground. He could only hope it was the the poor little girl.

He tried to push himself up only to find he no longer had the strength to move. The spirits of the wind were beginning to disipate. Promises of a better fight the next time he called. It seemed his time was up.

The bartender then was standing over him his eyes blazing red. Evan would face death bravely as his parents had. Whether it was by Voldemort's hand or by this man. He would not die a coward.

The man said a ball of fire appearing in his open hand," You fought bravely for a runt. Given how short the fight was you must not have called upon your contract before. Too bad. You could have really given me a run for my money. It ends here, boy. You have two choices leave here and never return. Or die like a dog."

Evan laughed painfully as he replied," It would have lasted longer if I hadn't protected the girl. Most of my spirits were shielding her. Not me."

Surprise flashed in the red eyes. The man turned to look behind him. To Evan's relief the little girl stood unharmed. While the ground around her was scorched by the spirits of fire. Despite losing the fight he was glad he was able to save her. She was an innocent child caught between two arguing contractors.

Her eyes were wide with fear when she noticed their attention. Before the man could say anything she ran away screaming. It was for the best. Given what she had seen she would likely never trust the bartender again. Who could blame her? When the bartender had attacked it had been a complete stranger who saved her.

A groan from under him made Evan remember he was laying on something. Turning slightly he saw that he was on top of a black haired man. The man was wearing black robes with a black button down shirt with dress pants. Definitely a wizard. Something felt familiar about this man. Something he couldn't put his finger on.

Evan was able to gather just enough strength to roll. He landed with a thump. Then he glared at the bartender. He refused to leave without answers. The spirits of the wind had led him there for a reason. He deserved to know why.

He growled," You can try to kill me. You wouldn't be the first. I have had a Dark Lord trying to kill me since I was a baby. So go ahead try and kill me. See if you can succeed where he failed."

The red eyes flashed angrily in a way that was familiar. Just like Voldemort's just over a month ago. Would this man succeed where the evil bastard failed?

The spirits of fire were coming closer again. Evan didn't have the energy to even try to move. This was it. This was where he would die.

A sense of sadness filled him. He would never get to say goodbye to Sirius. The man that had come closest to being a father to him. It hurt but he couldn't muster the energy to do anything.

Instead he defiantly glared at the man. Whether this would be his death or not he would face it with courage.

The flames came rushing at him and his hand twitched to his wand but nothing more. A voice however cried out," Augementi!"