PAIRING: Xander/Harry

SUMMARY: The Master was cursed by a witch, he lost himself only to find his way back. Sunnydale will never be the same the Powers better watch out because he doesn't give a damn now.

WARNING: 4th year, blood and gore. Voldemort.

DISCLAIMER: Not mine just the plot.

A/N: Hey wow I did not expect this to be so long. Sorry for the wait but you know how real life is.

Chapter 2

June 24, 1995: The Graveyard, Little Hangleton

Harry had no idea what was going on. He had just watched Cedric die right in front of him killed by Wormtail the traitor. The idiot sure likes to talk, turns out his blood was needed for the ritual to give Voldemort a body.

Why his blood?

Harry is 14 is Voldemort really that pathetic he considers a 14-year-old child his enemy.

Harry has never considered the same for the man. Why would he? Voldemort is a failed Dark Lord that used muggle tactics to try and gain control of a whole world. Not that Harry ever believed such a thing could have happened. England is made up of cowards, America, those people will never quit. Home of the brave and land of the free right.

Voldemort never had a chance of taking over the world.

Grindelwald followed Hitler's wake saving the magical's he could. Adults he left most times but saved the children he could. People ignore that he did that because they were just muggle-borns.

Harry still thinks Grindelwald was the best Dark Lord. Voldemort is a joke.

Wormtail took his time setting up the ritual it must have been nearly two hours by now where the hell are the Auror's. Here Harry is waiting for the Calvery when the jackasses are taking their sweet time.

A large cauldron was placed right in front of Harry. So the ritual calls for a potion. Good to know.

Wormtail lights a fire underneath the cauldron, Harry can already tell that the man sucks at potions. Harry is rather brilliant at potions, it's only thanks to Snape that his grades are so bad.

He dropped what Harry thinks is Voldemort into the cauldron. Harry hoped it drowned.

The air thickened, a scorching heat that blisters the skin, though Harry knew no such thing happened. His skin was extra sensitive but he could see that nothing was wrong.

Was it a spell?

Must be.

Crying out Harry couldn't help it his eyes burned.

It hurt.

Through the tears, he noticed that traitor had started the ritual. Harrys senses heightened his sense of smell, his hearing, even his sight. All was sharper. It took everything he had to not cry out in pain. His head was killing him, thought's, memories, things that never happened besieged him.

Concentrating he understood that Wormtail was going to use the bones of Voldemorts muggle father as the base for the ritual. Voldemort's father was a muggle his bones can't be used in any ritual, not if he wants it to work. Muggles don't have magic, there's no magic for the spell to latch onto it won't work.

The brush of the wind, the scents it brought with it even the night sky was too much to Harry's oversensitive senses. He didn't understand what was going on something wasn't right.

None of this was right who was Luke?

Wormtail had just cut off his hand. He cut off his freaking hand what the hell!

"OH HELL NO! Get that away from me you walking S.T.D." Angerly the fucker slashed into Harry's arm not caring if the boy bled out. It's not like he would live past the night.

"Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you, will resurrect your foe!"

Once the blood touched the potion inside the cauldron Harry's whole being locked up. He couldn't feel, he couldn't see, he couldn't... Nothing. Then pain, unimaginable pain. The pain was all he could feel his throat burned he must be screaming. He couldn't tell.

Hunger burned through him, how long has it been? Darla should have brought a meal to him by now. Darla? Who was that? Trapped for so long need blood. Trapped he wasn't... was he? Outside he was outside no longer trapped beneath that church.

So hungry.

There!

Food, come closer.

Weak, how long?

Need it.

It was foolish of Voldemort to ignore the boy. If he hadn't mayhap he would have survived the night.

Screams flooded his ears such a sweet sound. Voldemort ignored the boy his screams dying regulated to background noise as he chose instead to admire his new body. Wormtail did a good job he will be rewarded. Now to call his family to him.

His Death Eaters came like the loyal dogs they are. After chastising (brutally tortured) his followers Voldemort gave the fool his reward. If he only knew.

No second chances.

Lord Voldemort does not suffer fools they do as they are told or they die. He does not wish to lose Severus but should his spy truly be a traitor he will have to dispose of him. With that thought, the Potter boy is brought to mind.

"You all thought a mere babe could defeat me, ME! The most feared and powerful Dark Lord that ever lived. The spell the Potters used forced me out of my body but I was not dead. Long I waited for my most loyal to find me." Here he touched the brat proving he could touch the boy. "My lord please tell us how you are here." Interrupted Malfoy.

A quick Crucio and he explained to the idiots that yes he was pissed for their betrayal and it was a betrayal. There are times he thinks why did I choose Purebloods? then he'll remember oh right the money.

Laughing he cursed the boy enjoying his screams of agony. Ordering Wormtail to free the boy he will show them the child is nothing. That no child will ever defeat him. The greatest Dark Lord who ever lived.

Wormtails scream brings him back from his thoughts surprising him.

Shocked he watched paralyzed as Potter bounded from one Death Eater to the next slashing their throats out with his teeth drinking a little before springing to another. Voldemort stared in horror his mind couldn't process what he was seeing. He couldn't comprehend what was happening as his followers were being decimated by a boy that by all accounts should be human. He knew the child suffered from a sun allergy but for him to be a... No, that was impossible the child grew, he went into the sun. There was no way this child was...

The last thing Voldemort saw was blood red eyes.

Harry was sated, for now. Sitting on a tombstone he basked in the bloody carnage he made. He had been so hungry his body frozen with hunger pains. It was that spell the Cruciatus that snapped him out of it. All he could think about was the thirst, satisfying his hunger like some kind of fledge. How close the delicious warm blood was pulsing in the veins that just wouldn't come close. Wiping his mouth he laughed, he was drooling again.

That witch Lily, Harry remembered, not a lot but enough. Piecing together the memories so they made sense. Harry could only think Lily must have been the one who took him. He remembered things she would say or do as he was an infant. She may have changed him into a human but he was still a demon. She stole him for his blood because James was his descendant. Made him into a child for what? He didn't know.

She was crazy he knew that.

She had freed him, turned him human and yet not. He wasn't completely human, but not a vampire either.

Did she turn him into a Dhampir?

Sitting upon a tombstone Harry thought about what he should do now. Licking the blood from his arms to his fingers Harry contemplated what he was to do now. He wasn't going back there.

Fucking witches could die for all he cared.

No, he won't stay and pretend. Sunnydale is his territory he claimed it fair and square and it's about time he went back. Should anyone have claimed what was his...? Well, he wasn't a Master Vampire for nothing. Though if his children know what's good for them they better not have lost it.

Harry trusted Luke to still be there. His boy would keep order until his return. His son was the most trustworthy of all his worthless children. He really should think about starting over.

It had been about what? 15 years since he was gone. He thought that was right. Harry missed his family. Mind made up he jumped off the tombstone he was sitting upon and walked out of the cemetery he had a few people to kill before he went back to America.

The Dursleys need to see how wrong they were to think they could ever be better than him. Might as well take out the whole town while he was at it who knows when he can eat again before he gets home.

First things first he thought looking down at himself in disgust I need a bath.

June 26, 1995: Little Whinging, Surrey, England

Smoke filled the air as the ashes fell and the fire spread through the sleepy little town. The symphony of cries mixed with the agonizing screams was energizing to the Master.

Harry laughed, he was truly free no longer chained by mortality's coils, no longer will he be controlled by the humans. Forced to be something he was not. He was a Demon he refused to be bound once more, tricked to dance to a humans whims.

The pathetic sheep tried to bargain for their lives not knowing they were already dead. All these mortals turned a blind eye to a child in need they deserve to suffer their fate.

At Privet Drive number 4 we find that Harry had left his so-called dear aunt Petunia alive. Vernon had bled out already on the floor like the lump he really was while Harry played with his sweet aunt.

"YOU FREAK I SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOU WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE!" Screamed his aunt.

"Now, now auntie that's not a nice thing to say." patronized Harry smiling.

Did this woman not realize that her death depended on how she acted right now. He was just going to give her a relatively painless death but now. He would play it by ear the woman wanted to speak and he would give her all the rope she needed to hang herself.

Rolling his eyes Harry got bored listening to her scream the vitriol about her own sister. Lily liked to use her magic on her sister making the woman absolutely terrified of magic so much in fact that she took her anger out on a child.

The fact that this woman thought that it in anyway justified her actions upset Harry greatly. Unable to listen to such a worthless speech any longer he removed her head from her body watching in interest as the head took a few seconds to realize what happened till those eye's dulled in death.

To bad Dudley was still at school they could have had some real fun. Though the big oaf was too stupid to have lasted much longer than his sire. Petunia wasn't that bright but she could have lasted a bit longer if she hadn't let the hatred rule her.

Oh well, c'est la vie.

Laughing Harry watched as the fools ran around like ants while the town burned. Too bad they couldn't see the fire. All it took was a Disillusionment Charm placed upon the fire and they started acting like headless chickens.

Standing atop of a roof Harry wondered where the Bobbies were. did no one seriously call them?

Not that he cared but he was getting bored and dawn was soon approaching.

One thing that seems to have been forgotten with time was the effect that magical blood had on those who drank it. The Master killed and drank from over twenty death eaters including their leader only a few days ago. The blood from a magical human embeds the drinker with the knowledge of all that the victim knew. Using this knowledge Harry simple made the fire bigger.

A flashover spread the fire too quickly those still in the fire's path didn't have a chance. Harry disapparated to London, Heathrow Airport according to what he learned the magical's had their own way of traveling via the airport. Only an idiot would use it when they are trying to run away.

Harry found a man he could hypnotize into taking him on the plane. The man was going to NewYork not where he wanted to go but it did get him into America at least. It's too bad that eating magical humans wasn't worth the trouble or he would consider doing that once in America. It's not like it would be hard to find the marketplace on his own. He would just look for strange out of place people being suspicious.

June 26, 1995: Dumbledore, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scotland

Magical Britain was in an uproar at the loss of two young student's of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry Potter the only known survivor of the killing curse was one of the two student's who mysteriously vanished during the Third Task of the Triwizard Tournament. Not two days later Harry's hometown was decimated by what could only be Fiendfyre.

Dumbledore was feeling his age now more than ever not only did Harry and Mr. Diggory disappear but his oldest friend had been replaced by a Death Eater. Alister was in St Mungo's and expected to make a complete recovery as for the Death Eater Albus, unfortunately, had no idea who it could have been.

The Triwizard Tournament was a disaster from the beginning starting with Harry being chosen and ending with him gone possibly taken by Voldemort and his followers.

Albus feared that the boy was dead. All the tracking spell's he did come up empty. How he failed the boy he thought of as a grandson.

Hope was a dangerous thing to have. A two-headed dagger that could turn at any second. Hope was all we have.

June 27, 1995: JFK International Airport

Stretching, Harry was happy to be out of that flying death trap. Spending nearly eight hours on a plane was taxing. He was starving. Stealing a few wallet's on his way out of the airport Harry spent the night severely depleting NewYorks homeless and criminal network.

Harry quickly tore through America leaving a wake of mutilated bodies behind him. He left NewYork and entered Pennsylvania than left for Ohio. He stayed for a few day's to rest and eat. Once fully rested he cut through Indiana to Illinois and made his way through Iowa, Nebraska, and Wyoming choosing to take a rest for a few days as to catch up.

Harry only had to go through Utah, and Nevada to reach California. Walking, well okay he hitched hiked a lot but still walking through America was fun. Looking so young helped greatly in luring out food. One thing Harry could never tolerate was child raping scum.

Harry also made a lot of friends during his travels. He was forced to kill some idiots who took his appearance for granted and thought him an easy kill. He showed them why he was the leader of the Order of Aurelius. Harry may have de-aged in body but that in no way diminished his power. Plus being able to use magic was a bonus.

Finally in California Harry used his stolen money to buy a bike. An FLHT Electra Glide 1995 red motorcycle. He just likes how it looked.

July 27, 1995: Lost in Northern California

Harry was lost. He spent the last few days riding through California and ended up on a back road with nothing but woods as far as the eye could see.

If not for that Refilling charm he would have run out of gas ages ago.

Following the road led him to a town called Beacon Hills. The town had it's own Hellmouth he could feel it trying to call him.

That wasn't good. A strong pull could bring in unsavory sorts to the town. Decision made Harry rode his bike to a Preserve called the Beacon Hills Preserve outside of Beacon Hills. These people have lousy naming skills. Seriously, why is nearly everything named after their town?

Parking his bike Harry followed the pull allowing it to draw him in so he could plug the damn thing. As the Master of a Hellmouth in Sunnydale California, it was up to him to shut down other Hellmouths in California. While he couldn't close it permanently he could cut off the draw it had so others would bypass the town.

This will be his good deed and Karma points to make up for eradicating that small town in Gatlin, Nebraska. Who knew children could be evil.

It took Harry nearly two days to find the freaking tree and that was only after he lost his temper and yelled out he was trying to help the stupid thing damn it.

Another full day and he successfully plugged the willful Hellmouth. He had to pull out a jar containing a Nogitsune, a dark fox. But in the end, it was worth it, he no longer felt the need to stay. That's the thing about Hellmouth's they drew you in but refused to let you go.

Walking out of the forest he accidentally bumped into a young mother breaking the jar in the process.

"Oh, I'm so sorry are you alright?"

He could only stare in horror as the Nnogitsune entered the baby held in her arms. Well, there goes those plans.

"It's alright no harm done. I didn't hurt the baby did I?"

Checking the baby over the young woman said " No, Mieczyslaw is just fine didn't even wake him up. He's such a sleepy baby, but rather active for 3 months I'm told."

"Oh, that's an interesting name." Rather strange in America.

"Yes, it's Polish. I named him after my father."

"Oh, a junior than. Can't beat family tradition." He's saying Oh too much. She's going to think your an idiot.

"Yeah, it's a great name. Oh, am I keeping you?" Looking down she saw the remains of the broken jar. " I'm so sorry, let me make it up to you."

Before he could protest she invoked a rather tame ritual used by those of Polish descent. Normally nothing would have happened but because Harry is magical the magic of the naming ritual she invoked used his own to power it. Now Harry was the godfather to a child he had never met before and would become a type of Kitsune once puberty hit.

"That has never happened before, I mean I've heard of it but this was the first time I've ever done it so I'm surprised."

"I'm surprised you chose to invoke an ancient naming ritual on a total stranger."

The woman turned a lovely shade of red, she must have some redhead in her blood.

"How rude of me. My name is Claudia, Claudia Stilinski and you are?"

"Harry Masters, it's a pleasure to meet you Claudia and Mieczyslaw."

"Oh you can say his name! Not even my husband can pronounce Mieczyslaw's name correctly."

"It would be considered strange here in America but Americans in themselves are strange."

Laughing she agreed with him. She invited him to her home for lunch Harry accepted the invitation. He would need to get to know his godson.

Harry spent the week with the Stilinski's they even celebrated his birthday he liked them. Harry could tell that Claudia would only have a few years left in this world. It's a part of the Peverell bloodline. The ability to see death. You just know when it's a person's time. Helps when grocery shopping.

Promising to visit he set out for home.

August 10, 1995: Sunnydale California, Home

It had been a world wind three months Harry was just glad to be home. Hedwig had shown up at the Stilinskis while he was there. He was so happy to see her, she scolded him for forgetting about her and would turn her back to him. He got her forgiveness eventually.

Harry left her to Mieczyslaw as his first gift as godfather. He told Claudia that she was a trained message bird and could deliver letters for him. Noah piped up with that his Mother had one when he was a kid but the bird died one day and she never bothered to get another one.

Harry knew that Noah had magic but the man used it differently than what he was used to. He didn't make spells or incantations but instead protected his body, mind, and soul. Harry deduced that Noah was faster, smarter, and healthier than the average human.

Harry will have fun corrupting Mieczyslaw.

It had been 58 years since Harry last saw Sunnydale. He had been trapped in that chamber for 43 years till he was freed by Lily Potter. The only good thing the deluded witch did. Now he was not only free but renewed. Sure there will be those who think just because he looks like a child he is a child but they will learn quick or die. Though both are interchangeable.

Didn't take him long to find a minion that would lead him to Luke. That will have to change their race has survived so long because of the rules he implemented so long ago. More than half of the minions will have to go.

He so did hate wasting life.

Just as he thought Luke took up the mantle while he was gone. Harry knew he could trust Luke to keep the peace among the demon community here in Sunnydale. He understood the need to have some trusted minions around to patrol the area. What he didn't understand and he made his displeaser known was why there were so many minions running around Sunnydale unchecked.

According to Luke Darla was turning them, letting them run wild and do as they liked. He killed many but they, in turn, made more so their numbers never really went down. The only reason she was still alive was that she had been turned by the Master and the rule was only he could kill a member of the court. The fact the court consisted of Luke and Darla meant nothing.

Harry was filled with disappointment, he expected more of her. Harry had Luke gather the minions they needed to clean house. If his people were going to survive they needed to adapt.

Darla did have a tendency to beat to the sound of her own drum. If he didn't still have need of her he would have dusted her for the audacity. She was the reason Sunnydale was overrun with vampires. This is why he had no other woman in his court. He should never have turned her all those years ago. Or more likely he should have killed her once he had no more need of her.

Harry chose to bring the family out of the dark in a way. He bought Luke a cellphone and opened an account to be used by the family. A new century will be passing them by before they knew it only a few more years and a whole new beginning will start anew.