Disclaimer: Nope. I don't own Harry Potter world. It belongs to JK.
Summary: During a battle, Harry was thrown into a rift. His mishap landed him on a different universe where he got himself killed by his own father. Now, he's stuck with a clone of his father and an entirely different war.
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"Talk."
'Thoughts'
"Parseltongue/Spells."
"What is your proof that I don't exist here?" Harry scoffed.
Voldemort held Harry's gaze.
"Because I already killed you."
Harry stood there, eyes wide as his mind processed the words. His father killed him. Why? Harry walked numbly to the bed and sat. He's dead. Killed by his father. Harry's mind buzzed with thoughts. If he's still alive then this must be another dimension, an alternate reality. Harry found it hard to believe. Another dimension?
Harry looked at his father. He can see there's no recognition in his father's eyes. Then what his father told him must be true. No, not his father. Voldemort. Voldemort killed him, his alternate self. This world is so screwed. But, the question is...
"Why? Why did you kill me?"
Voldemort contemplated the question. He decided to go for the truth.
"Sixteen years ago, one of my Death Eater overheard a prophecy. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies..."
"So you decided to kill me?"
"Yes." Voldemort felt it was unnecessary to go into details. It was the past after all.
"Are you going to kill me?" Harry asked as he broke the silence that befell them, his eyes calculating.
"Should I?" Voldemort's eyes flashed.
Harry avoided Voldemort's eyes. He mulled over his choice. He could either join Voldemort or be neutral in this war, he couldn't definitely join the Light side. However, looking back at the prophecy, he didn't think Voldemort will let him join the other side. His life's at stake. A thought occurred to him. Before Harry could get his thought out, Voldemort voice registered in his ears.
"Join me."
"What? Join you?"
"Yes."
Harry mulled over his choice again. Harry looked at Voldemort. The wizard has the same face as his father. Same eyes, same shoulder length hair. Heck, even the way they casually sit were the same. Although he didn't grow up in this world, the man in front of him is still his father. Wherever he is, his loyalty lies with his father.
Harry nodded. "I'll join you. But, on three conditions. I will not be you servant, I'll be your Heir. I'll answer to you and only you. Second, you'll help me find my way back home."
"What's the third condition?"
"Nothing important but I'll tell you later." Harry smirked.
"And what do I get in exchange?" Voldemort gaze pierced Harry.
"My loyalty and help in this war." Harry looked right back.
Voldemort weight his options. The terms are not unreasonable. The boy's powerful and could be an asset in the war. Moreover, he was curious about the boy. Blood adoption by himself in the other dimension and the Heir to Lord Voldemort? Interesting. Plus, there is Slytherin's line in this boy. He smirked.
"Agreed but you will remain unknown to my Death Eaters. Simply put, invisible among my ranks. "
Harry smiled, 'So, you don't want to introduce me, do you. Perfectly understandable.' It wouldn't do if he suddenly appeared out of nowhere and vanished as abruptly as well. His mind went back to his previous thought.
"If I already died here, is the prophecy still valid?" Harry asked.
Voldemort considered the question. "The prophecy I heard was only half of it. The other half is located at the Department of Mysteries."
"So, you don't know." Harry smirked.
Voldemort's hand twitched again.
"I'll get that prophecy for you." Harry checked his magical reserves. It was full. Harry frowned. "How long was I out?"
"A week. If you want to infiltrate the Department of Mysteries, you'll need help."
A week, no wonder his reserves were full. Harry mulled over his plan. "I'll need to go to some Ministry's worker house and floo to the Ministry. Aside from that, I don't think I'll need any help. It's just snatch and go. The less that comes, the better."
Voldemort nodded his head, "I'll distract the Unspeakables with a raid."
"I'll head there tonight." Harry nodded and looked around the bed.
"Where's my stuff? My wand, robe, daggers?" he asked, looking at Voldemort.
"Tipsy!"
A crack and a house-elf wearing a spotless, dark green pillowcase appeared. The elf bowed low to Voldemort.
"What can Tipsy do for master?" it squeaked.
"Bring me the items that I gave you before."
"Yes, master," the house-elf chirped and vanished with another crack.
Harry got off the bed and turned around. A small pop and his things appeared in a bundle on the bed. He checked his daggers and scowled. He lost one of his secondary daggers, maybe during the battle. At least he got his primary daggers with him.
Voldemort summoned a large piece of parchment. He stood next to Harry and spread the parchment on the bed.
"You'll head to the Ministry tonight through Lucius Malfoy fireplace. The Department of Mysteries is in level nine. You'll go straight o the corridor and through a black door. Inside is a circular room. Say 'Hall of Time' and a door will open." Voldemort said as he traced the route. "Go straight to another door and you'll arrive at the Hall of Prophecy. The prophecy is at row ninety seven."
"Description?"
"You'll know when you see it."
"Where did you get this and how come you didn't get it yourself?" Harry asked as his eyes trace the map. He noted the doors in the circular room. They led to separate rooms and were separated from the main map which is the Ministry. Some of the room were connected to each other and some were not.
"My spy among the Unspeakables and there's no reason to hear the full prophecy before," Voldemort said snidely. He absolutely despises that prophecy. A bane in his existence sixteen years ago and then, now.
Harry took Voldemort's tone to a stride. He was too used to hear it from his father.
"This is Slytherin's Castle right?" Harry asked.
"Yes."
"Is the West Tower used?"
"No." Voldemort hid his confusion. 'What does the brat want now?'
"Great. Can I have that tower?"
"Just the room." Voldemort sneered. 'That tower is mine.'
Harry hid his smile. This wizard is the same as his father, always possessive.
"Tipsy!" Harry called. The house-elf appeared beside him.
"Can Tipsy help Young Master, sir?"
"Yes. Can you clean up the room in the West Tower and make it liveable?"
"Yes, Young Master sir."
"Thank you." Harry said with a smile. The house-elf disappeared with a crack and what suspiciously, too bright eyes.
Voldemort looked at Harry. "You can rest this evening at your room. Be at the Throne Room by eight tonight. Wear your mask." He said as walked out of the door.
Harry watched his father, no, Voldemort walked away. This is going to be a long stay. He gathered his stuff and headed towards his room.
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Harry was currently relaxing in his bed and reading the Daily Prophet. A tray of leftovers was placed on his bedside table. His mind whirled with information. In this world there was no war between the wizards and magical creatures. The Wizarding World is under Light Wizards' rule. Everything Dark was banned and with the rise of Lord Voldemort, it gets worst. Before, there are only discriminations against magical creatures and now, it includes wizards. 'How long does it take for these so called Light Wizards are going to realize that they are not superior to us? Stupid, bigoted gits.'
Harry put the paper aside and stretched. The bed was comfortable. Tipsy really did a great job. The room was clean and smelled fresh. Harry looked at his watch which came with the rest of his belongings. There're still a few hour before the meeting. He walked to the only wardrobe in the room and grimaced. No clothes, does that mean he have to go shopping? Damn. He's still wearing that white pyjama and he did not want to go around wearing that detestable thing. Harry did the only thing he could think of. He slept.
A few hours later
Harry woke up feeling refreshed and looked at his watch, another half an hour till eight. His room glow in the soft candles that hung around the wall. Someone or something took the tray at his bedside table and closed the windows.
"Tipsy!"
A crack and the house-elf appeared.
"What can Tipsy do for Young Master, sir?" It bowed low.
"Yes. Can you prepare me a light meal for me? Just a few sandwiches and a glass orange juice would be fine."
"Yes, Young Master sir." It said and disappeared with another crack.
When Harry walked out of the shower, a plate of sandwich and a glass of orange was on his bedside table. He wore his battle robe and slid his daggers in their places. His wand was in its holster at his right arm. He sat on the bed and ate his light meal. He thought back to his plan as he munched the sandwich.
'It's impossible to go undetected. There's the security guard and not to mention the traps that Unspeakables put. I guess I got 10 minutes before they came. Raid or not, I think the secret in DM are more important.'
Harry finished his sandwich and downed his orange juice. He quickly donned his cloak and mask. Glad that all the dirt and blood from the battle were gone from his clothes. He waved his hand and the candles went out. Walking silently, Harry headed towards the Throne Room.
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Voldemort was sitting on his throne when Harry arrived. He was deep in thought. Harry walked to Voldemort and stood a few feet away from the throne. He took a moment to look at the room. It was more like a hall. It was large enough to fit a couple of hundred people comfortably. At the end of the hall were Voldemort's throne and a double door parallel to it. Hundreds of floating candle lit the hall and typically dark wizards, the floor and ceiling was polished black.
"When the Death Eaters arrived, you blend in with them. You'll go with Lucius to his manor and from there floo to the Ministry. I'll be waiting at the study for the prophecy," Voldemort said, "and whiten your mask."
"I thought we agreed that I'm not your servant," Harry scowled as he took off his mask and tapped it with his wand. "Niveus." The mask turned white, the same as the other Death Eaters.
"Be glad I didn't mark you, boy." Voldemort hissed.
Harry fumed silently. He can feel the dangerous ground he's walking on. Similar faces or not, this wizard is not his father.
A series of crack was heard as Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange and Severus Snape apparated in the middle of the Throne Room. Harry quickly donned his mask and silently moved a distance away from them as they walked towards Voldemort.
The three Death Eaters sent a curious glance at him before kneeling in front of their master.
"My Lord," they murmured.
"Rise, Lucius, Bella, Severus," Voldemort hissed and the three Death Eaters took their position forming a half circle in front of their Lord. Their stances were rigid as they wonder why their Lord summoned them.
"Tonight there'll be a raid." Voldemort said and looked closely at his follower. Lucius and Severus remained stoic while Bella gave a start.
"My Lord, forgive me for asking, but why the sudden raid?" Unsurprisingly, it was Bellatrix who asked the question.
"We have been quiet so far, we do not want the fools to forget our threat, do we?" Voldemort hissed threateningly.
"No, My Lord," Bellatrix bowed her head hastily.
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When Snape felt his Dark Mark burned, he swiftly donned his Death Eater garb and apparated directly to the Throne Room. His mind was perfectly calm, he needed all his Occlumency skill to face his master.
When he arrived he saw there was a person already with his master. Snape glimpsed a white mask underneath the hood. Snape was curious. 'Who is this person?' his thought was distracted as he stopped in front of Voldemort.
"My Lord," he murmured.
"Rise, Lucius, Bella, Severus." Snape rise gracefully and stood before Voldemort. He noticed the unknown Death Eater was a few feet to his left.
"Tonight there'll be a raid."
Snape was surprised though he hid it well. 'Why the sudden raid?' Bellatrix's thought must have mirrored his own because she asked the very same question towards their Lord.
"My Lord, forgive me for asking, but why the sudden raid?"
"We have been quiet so far, we do not want the fools to forget our threat, do we?"
For a moment, Snape feared his Lord's wrath for questioning him. His stance relaxed a bit when there's no danger sign of Crucio.
Feeling safe for a moment, Snape asked, "Master, where will the attack be tonight?"
"Lancing."
Snape bowed his head. Lancing, it was one of the largest wizarding community. The wizards co-live with Muggles. Hence, a lot of Light Wizards reside there. This coming raid was unexpected. He didn't have the time to warn the Order. If he warns them, Voldemort will suspect there's a spy among his ranks. No. He can't warn the Order. They will have to face the raid without any warnings.
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Harry remained standing where he was. In his world, Lancing is a crowded community of Light Wizards that co-exist with Muggles. He knew that the distraction needs to be ferocious enough so the Unspeakables will have to interfere. Thus, Voldemort chooses a large community of wizards.
"Lucius, you will take this person to your manor and allow him access to your floo. Then, return here." Voldemort said with a glint in his eyes. Seeing the glint, Lucius knew better than to ask why. Pain will come if he dare question his master now.
"Yes, my Lord."
Harry, aware he was 'this person', walked towards Malfoy. He can't help but feel a little irritated at his father –no, Voldemort. He understood the need for secrecy but still, 'this person', it was degrading. He should think of a proper name.
Lucius, unaware of Harry's thought, swiftly grabbed his arm and disapparated.
Voldemort smirked when both Death Eaters vanished with a loud crack. Soon, the prophecy will be in his hand.
"Bella," he gestured with his hand. Bellatrix walked nearer to her master and held her left arm bare for her master.
Voldemort touched the tip of his wand on the Dark Mark and the mark burned black. Bella winced but other than that showed no signs of pain.
A few minutes later, the hall was full with kneeling Death Eaters.
End of Chapter 4
A/N: I'm sorry if there're any mistakes. I would love to hear about your thoughts on this chapter and does anybody have any ideas on Harry's new nickname? So, please review! XD