Voldemort's smirk could not get wider. "Harry Potter...you have slipped my grasp time and time again, yet like a lamb going to the slaughter, here you are, timely interrupting a meeting between me and my Death Eaters. I knew Gryffindors were fools, but this is a new height of stupidity."

"Is that so, Voldemort?" Harry asked calmly, gripping the handle of his sword. He was dressed in a loose fitting coat and clothes that obscured the armour he was wearing underneath. "Because that isn't the case. In fact, what will happen tonight is you, and all your Death Eaters, dying ignoble deaths."

All the Death Eaters roared with laughter.

"How do you think you can stop us by yourself, boy?" Lucius mocked. "When you barely struggled to get even through school?"

Harry shrugged. "School's school. And I'm not, because though I'm sorely tempted to..." the room echoed suddenly with the unsheathing of blades. "My men are aching to kill them."

Literally appearing out of thin air with ninja-like invisibility, were men dressed in black garb and sleek platinum masks – however, instead of the masks of the Death Eaters, all these masks showed were blank, emotionless faces, the eye and mouth pieces open to reveal only soulless shadow.

There was one for each Death Eater, who were frozen in a mix of shock and fear – a blade was at each of their necks.

Harry only gave a curt nod, as their throats were slashed and their bodies allowed to drop to the floor. "Now it's just you and me, Voldemort," he said quietly.

"Indeed," Voldemort sneered. The way he casually referred to him as 'Voldemort' was odd, incredibly off-putting to be frank. The old fool referred to him as 'Tom', earning him his rage. His followers referred to him as 'Lord' or 'the Dark Lord', and the rest simply called him 'You-know-who' or 'He-who-must-not-be-named'. But to simply acknowledge him as 'Voldemort'...

"They're only here to watch," Harry answered the unasked question, slipping off his coat. "You can have the first move."

Voldemort growled at the sheer insolence his enemy was showing – to even believe that he had a chance of defeating him, outnumbered as he was, to make as if this was some silly game! He would not show him even mercy.

Swiftly Harry dodged the killing curse, whipping out of the way at the very last second. But this was followed by curse after curse, spell after spell, and Harry easily evaded, flipped and dodged them all. "That was very generous of me, wasn't it?" Harry remarked. "Now...it's my move."

Raising his sword, a blue light began to emit from the rune-inscribed surface of the blade – Harry slashed it forward, throwing out a blue orb of energy. It moved so quickly that Voldemort had no time to get away, and his red eyes widened as he hastily conjured a shield. This was no help however as the shield dissipated on contact, and the orb blew him into the wall.

Harry lazily hefted his sword up. "Well that was a little...anti-climatic," he commented, walking towards his fallen foe as if strolling through a park. "I expected resistance of some sort."

Suddenly Voldemort whipped up, and, putting all his might behind it, threw out a powerful killing curse.

But alas he gained nothing by this surprise attack – instead, Harry gripped his sword, scarlet lightning crackling around it, before in a one-handed motion cut straight through it, breaking it up into fading pieces of green.

Voldemort gaped in shock. "How is that possible?" he demanded. "Nothing can stop a killing curse!"

"For one who knows of the very essence of magic itself, it's only a trifling matter," Harry stated. "Now you are defeated, and you know it. Your horcruxes destroyed, your followers with their throats cut, there is one final thing to take care of."

"Come on, Potter..." Voldemort threw away his wand. "You wouldn't kill an unarmed prisoner now would you? I, after all, am surrendering peacefully. You must try me now under Ministry law, before sending me to Azkaban. Surely a pure one such as you wouldn't resort to the killing curse?"

"You're right." Harry said. "I won't kill you. Because I have something far better planned. You see, I believe strongly in rehabilitation. Everyone, after all, despite all their crimes, deserves a second chance. It is fortunate for you then, that I am sending you back into muggle society, hopeless and harmless."

"No..." Voldemort whispered, horrified. "NO! You can't take away my magic! What are you thinking, Potter? To send me to live as a filthy muggle with no power to defend myself?"

Harry smiled. "I know, it's quite ingenious of me, actually." His sword glowed brightly with yellow power. "Now only to find you an occupation... perhaps a plumber? No, too ugly. Ah! The principle act in a circus freak show. How about it, Voldemort? Or should I now say, Tom Riddle?"

And after that all Voldemort saw was darkness.

-HP-

"You are certain of this?" Harry asked, still in disguise as his arch-enemy. After several months of fine living, his body was doing significantly better and nourished as it should have been, and he was able to begin physical conditioning. At the present however, he was in one of Malfoy Manor's private rooms which had been extended and converted into a temporary headquarters.

Lucius bowed. "Yes, my lord. Azkaban is as weak as it has been in decades. The Aurors' strike has severely weakened its security, and because of it the prison is virtually defenceless."

Harry smirked. "Excellent." By 'virtually' he knew that there was still a small contingent on the island – however it was not even worth factoring in, as they were only there for management of the place, since the Dementors had been called away, rightly considered 'too dangerous' to be allowed to run rampant. It was a stroke of brilliance to have Lucius set the circumstances for Aurors to become dissatisfied with their pay, and now they could literally stroll in and stroll out, prisoners in hand. "I trust you know what to do, then?"

"My lord, if I may say so... some might be...unhappy to see me."

"Of course, as is their right. But despite this personal vendettas can wait – tell them their lord has returned and requires their assistance. Also...bring me Sirius Black, personally."

Lucius was taken aback. "My lord, I was unaware he was on our side."

"Lord Voldemort has followers in many places," Harry hissed. "Now go, and ready yourself. I however have other matters to attend to."

-HP-

Harry used an illusory charm he had picked up a hundred years ago to project himself to appear as a handsome, tall man, of classical Aryan characteristics – blonde hair, blue eyes, athletic frame.

Dressed in a crisp suit, he made an international portkey that took him to Romania, in the middle of a busy muggle metropolitan city.

He looked around fondly – he had plenty of memories of this place. However he shook off his nostalgia, and hailed a taxi. "To Fox International, thank you," Harry said as they drove off.

There was a magazine on the ground, and Harry picked it up, flicking through it as he picked up on the latest news and gossip of the time period. He could remember the times when he or Fleur always made the cover, separately or together. The perfect celebrity couple, the media called them, both in muggle and magical society. Both of them had contributed to the world in various and meaningful ways, and with his knowledge Harry was seeking to do even more from a younger age.

As they pulled up by the massive Fox International building, Harry used magic to make the driver think he had been paid before getting out, looking upwards. Fox International was a massive organisation that spread across the globe, but few knew of its true nature...

Ignoring the reception area, Harry made his way straight to the elevator, blending in perfectly amongst the businessmen going about their work, who did not even notice their newcomer.

Harry waited patiently as the elevator went up, stopping occasionally to let people out or for more to come in, until he reached the highest level – his stop.

Walking out, Harry strolled to the receptionist. "Good morning," he said pleasantly. "I'm here to see Mr. Fox."

The young lady flicking paper darts off her desk in boredom looked up to see before her...a perfect specimen of human masculinity. And the scent he exuded! It took all her willpower just to prevent herself from salivating. "Err...of course. Do you have an appointment?"

Harry smiled, pretending to ignore her internal conflict. It seemed that in this timeline Rachel was just as prone to giving in to her...baser instincts. The vampire was exquisitely beautiful, with flawless pale skin, vivid blue eyes and soft raven dark hair that fell to her shoulders like a mane, and her reputation as a sexual predator that often killed her lovers in a feeding frenzy was notorious among her kin. "I'm afraid not. But..." he leaned in, giving her a perfectly unobstructed view of his seemingly real, muscular neck, and unconsciously Rachel licked her lips. "It is rather important that I see Mr. Fox. It is of utmost importance, and given his uniqueness..."

Suddenly, it was as if a spell broke over Rachel – her soft face twisted into a mask, and she scowled, baring her fangs. "I'll ring him now."

Harry waited patiently as her eyes dilated, indicating she was communicating with her adoptive father telepathically, before refocusing again on him. "He's not busy. Go in."

As he walked in, he gave her a dazzling smile, again baring his neck, making Rachel shiver with pleasure as she mentally indulged in her demented fantasies. No, nothing had changed at all.

Mr. Fox was looking out the window as he came in, dressed in his trademark black suit, he looked to be a man in his forties, except there was an ageless quality about him that was reinforced by his flawless skin, perfectly formed lips and sharp piercing gray eyes. "Good morning," he said, turning around, he offered his hand to Harry who shook it, remembering his icy grip. "I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with you. I am Lucien Fox, and you are...?"

Harry smiled as he dropped the illusion. "Harry Potter. I'm here for...negotiations."

Lucien hid his surprise as Harry dropped the facade. "Very well. Take a seat then."

As they did, Harry began. "I'm sure your contacts have told you that Lord Voldemort is currently hiding, powerless, in Romanian territory."

"That they have, but I see fit not to interfere, so long as he abides by our truce."

"Do you honestly think that he would?" Harry asked calmly. "Voldemort is a sociopath. Once he's finished with the wizarding world he will come for you."

"And what evidence do you have for these accusations?"

"What evidence do you have to counter them?" Harry shot back. "Nothing but his word. I'm certain you're aware that similar sociopaths who have popped up in history have a notorious reputation for this sort of affair."

"Then what do you suggest I do?" Lucien asked irritably. "Allow him to reveal the location of the main power base of the largest organisation of vampires in the world? We vampires have our reputation also to consider. We keep our word."

"And what will it take you then to come round? Allow Voldemort to attack and potentially destroy half your ranks before retaliating? His Death Eaters are experienced in surprise attacks, Mr. Fox, it would take a long time before you managed to realise he has turned on the truce. At the moment, I am only making you aware that your truce with Voldemort only lasted till the end of the war – and as he is powerless and defeated, the war is ended, so your truce has been voided."

Mr. Fox raised an eyebrow. How did a child have such knowledge of vampire affairs?

Harry continued. "I'm only asking you not to make a similar mistake when he returns, because make no mistake, he will return, stronger than before. Already I hear the Death Eaters are on the move again, eagerly anticipating the return of their master. But all I need is a little time... to grow older until can properly match him. And I am asking you, something relatively small, to detain him as long as possible."

"Is that all?"

"Yes. I understand you vampires are very slick with your words, and I respect that. I also respect your honour Mr. Fox, to see that I am not a threat, instead, a potential ally. You know that I have a lot of say in the magical world. I can't promise anything at the moment, but eventually vampires will stand alongside the rest of the world. Voldemort only promised you won't be bothered, I however can promise you an equal place alongside all other races. All I ask is that you interpret my plea favourably."

The vampire closed his eyes for a moment, considering the offer. Normally he wouldn't even listen to a child, but this child was mature beyond his years, and he was correct, carried a lot of weight in the wizarding world. What he was offering was significant, and besides, he could always kill him if worse came to worse. "Done. Now leave my sight."

Harry bowed in respect, pulling the illusion around him again before leaving.

-HP-

As he returned to Malfoy Manor, he saw that a lot of Death Eaters had gathered in the atrium, some still dressed in their prisoner garbs.

Harry disillusioned himself before sneaking up to the meeting room, where Lucius was waiting patiently for his master to return.

"Lucius..." he hissed, deactivating the charm – so silent he was that the man jumped, and so powerful the charm that he appeared to have literally walked out of thin air. "I see you have done well. Excellent."

"Thank you, my lord!" the man said with a bow.

"And Sirius Black?"

"In a bed now, recovering from his plight. I have instructed the house elves to routinely feed him, as well as give him nutritional potions to help him regain his strength. He has not seen me and knows nothing of where we are."

"Very good. He is extremely important in my plans. Now..." he stood up. "My loyal followers are waiting."

There was a cry of approval from the Death Eaters as he stepped down, walking amongst them. "Friends, it has been too long," he began slowly. "Despite being only several years, you, my loyal followers, have endured even Azkaban, refusing to reject my name as others have done. And you will be rewarded, for I will not involve any of them until they hear of my glorious return, then beg for forgiveness at my feet!"

"Death to the traitors!" One of them yelled.

Harry smirked coldly, mimicking Voldemort's smirk perfectly. "No, my friends. Their fate is worse than death, for they will grovel before you, the loyal, and be unable to return to their full positions. Perhaps some may earn their positions in the Inner Circle again...in time. But enough – there are many plans to be made. The old fool suspects that I am still alive, but weak and powerless, and I intend to keep it this way. We have many, many plans to be made, but they must be done with utter secrecy. The Ministry must not become aware I am still alive, and time must be allowed for this child's body to mature to its full strength. But until then, there are a great deal of tasks that require doing. But we are patient, we are cunning, the powers we command infinite and multiplying. Whether it be today or tomorrow, our enemies will be defeated!"

With that declaration, he exited, giving instructions to Lucius to properly attire and feed them, preparing himself for the long awaited meeting with his godfather...in this lifetime.

-HP-

Sirius Black awoke groggily to find himself in an incredibly comfortable bed. His scraggly prisoner garb had been replaced with...silk pyjamas. Well this is interesting. Haven't worn something like this since I was a kid. Pulling himself up, he marvelled at how his body seemed to have regained some of its complexion – even only being in Azkaban several years, the first few years were the hardest, especially if everyone thought you were a traitor to the Potter family.

But where was he? Looking around, he could immediately recognise the pureblood furniture. Some of the stuff was pricey, and because of this he knew he must've been in the home of a high-class wizard. Turning around, his stomach grumbled at the sight of a tray of food.

Figuring it must've been for him, he literally jumped on it, devouring it all quickly like a hungry dog, finishing it all off in a matter of minutes before leaning back in contentment.

A laugh however broke his temporary reverie – a boyish laugh. "You haven't changed a bit, have you, Sirius?"

Sirius looked up – and nearly jumped. "Harry?" he croaked. Flying out of the bed, he rushed to grab his godson in a hug. "Harry! You've grown quite a bit since the last time I saw you!" But suddenly his eyes widened as he realised what Harry might've thought. "Harry, I swear it, I didn't betray your..."

"I know," Harry interrupted. "That's why I broke you out."

Sirius frowned. "You broke me out of Azkaban?" he asked, dumbfounded. "But you're not even..."

"Well technically I planned it then got my Death Eater lackey to do it," he explained, using his wand to cast strong protective and secrecy wards.

Sirius' response was expected. "Um...what?"

Harry laughed. "It's a long, long story Sirius. And some of it, you won't believe."

-HP-

After an hour of explaining his story, albeit one summarising all the main points, Harry finally fell silent, allowing Sirius to digest it.

Eventually Sirius spoke. "Harry... if this came from anyone else other than my godson, and after seeing you now and being here in the Malfoy house...I think I believe you," he began. "And although I don't quite agree with some of your ways, I can see how it was necessary."

Harry sighed inwardly in relief. "Yeah... I can't say I agree with my ways either. But I know full-well they were necessary," he said calmly. "Someone has to make the choice that everyone else refuses to. I willingly bear the burden of that responsibility, because it is necessary, for the good of everyone."

Sirius smiled and gave him another hug. "I know, Harry, and I'm proud of you for that. Your parents are proud of you for that. It's incredibly selfless." His smile turned into a frown. "But for Dumbledore to go through with that..."

"I know, even after seeing how far we came," Harry said sadly. "All that work, for nothing. But at the very least, this time, it can be different."

"It already is." Sirius replied. "I couldn't imagine being in that hellhole of a prisoner for any more years. But on a positive note... marrying a veela! James would've been proud of that!" He laughed with a Marauder grin.

"Quarter veela, but you wouldn't have known it. Even the full-blooded veelas used to throw her jealous glares as she walked past." Harry's eyes misted with memory. "She was so perfect... everything I would want in a woman."

"Hey," Sirius said in encouragement. "At least this time you can know her sooner right?"

"Yeah, course!" Harry laughed. "Don't have to wait till the Tri-Wizard tournament and all that. But until then there's a heap of work to do. Don't you worry, these Death Eaters won't be terrorising any muggle villages anytime soon..."

Sirius leaned in conspiratorially. "You have a prank?"

"The biggest prank you can play on Death Eaters," Harry replied with a smirk, leaning in also to tell him.

-HP-

Lucius grimaced as he tugged on his muggle suit. It was undignified on a pureblood such as himself, but for his lord's plan it was required, despite his own misgivings.

And he certainly had plenty of them – although he knew better than to question their leader, how did he know which muggle children to choose? Even the Ministry could not observe from such a young age in muggle areas. But yet again, he had been promised that his lord's methods were unerringly accurate, and as his power knew no bounds, even allowing him to avoid death, such a thing was probably child's play.

And the consequences would be quite dire if he scared them away... so taking a deep breath, Lucius checked the address once again, and knocked on the door.

A relatively young woman answered the door.

Lucius plastered on a fake, polite smile. "Good afternoon," he began. "Are you Mrs. Granger?"

"Yes. And who might you be?"

"My name is Mr. Malfoy. I come on the behalf of an extremely prestigious boarding school, and your daughter has caught our attention with her excellent school grades." The line was well-rehearsed and pulled off even better – Lucius congratulated himself.

"Oh...oh my! Please, do come in!"

Lucius felt a sick feeling welling up in his throat as his gaze passed over all the horrid muggle concoctions, but thankfully he managed to restrain himself as the lady invited him to take a seat.

Once there, she began asking questions, and for every question Lucius had a perfectly rehearsed answer. His lord was cunning and knew exactly what they would ask, and because of this the woman was becoming more and more impressed by the minute, especially when she was given several well-faked pamphlets.

Later on in the conversation the muggle girl's father came home – after much discussion and paraphrasing of his answers, they eventually agreed.

"Excellent," Lucius said with an oily smile as he handed them several more information pamphlets, which outlined what each student was required to have – not much, as all textbooks and school material were provided.

"I have one other question," Mr. Granger said cautiously. "How much are the school fees?"

"Because your daughter is going in on a scholarship, it will be only slightly more than your current fees," Lucius explained as he told them the figure. After that, there was no need for anymore haggling – the parents were completely convinced.

The first of the Death Eater army of muggleborns was recruited.

-HP-

"Harry... are you really going to let Death Eaters teach these children dark arts?" Sirius asked worriedly. The two of them were by the coast on a vast stretch of flat land, next to a cliff overlooking the sea.

"Of course not," he answered as he finished placing four stones around the corners of lines drawn into the grass. From the air, it would look even to be the floor plans of what appeared to be a large castle. "Don't worry Sirius, you'll see eventually. Oh yeah, and after this, I may be quite exhausted, so be prepared with the potions I gave you." Harry pulled out a stone very similar to the four already on the ground, except it had a different rune carved into its granite surface. Tapping it with his sword, which had been shrunk to the size of a wand, it began glowing a deep red. A sound began to emit from it, a pinging noise, and the four stones also began to pulse red and ping as well – their combination created a series of harmonies.

Harry closed his eyes as he poured his magic into the stones, envisioning the place he had in mind, as a cord of energy fired out, connecting to all the stones before shooting up into the air, interlinking and creating a glowing red frame of the castle.

Slowly, Harry twisted his hand, as the cord strengthened and became more tangible, gradually turning to lines of obsidian stone.

He paused – at this point he was sweating and huffing. Such a thing would have normally been effortless, but in the body of a child it was significantly more strenuous and took more effort. Finally, after building up significant magic he exhaled and pressed his sword into the rock: "Build."

And to Sirius' astonishment, the castle began building itself from the ground up, starting with a foundation before mortar, stone and wood assembled themselves, connecting and interlocking before finally there before them lay a large, stone castle, imposing in its gothic architecture, towers and spires.

Harry stumbled down in exhaustion, but was quickly helped by his godfather who gave him several of the potions he had made beforehand. "Thanks," he panted as he downed several of them – immediately he felt much better.

"That was amazing!" Sirius gaped. "Is this how far magic's come in the future?"

"It was one of the first things I invented, actually," Harry laughed, wiping sweat off his chin. "As you can imagine the demand for this was high. A tidy profit, I should think, and the beauty of it is that you can make it last nearly forever without any corrosion or weakening, unless under attack of course."

"And this will?"

"It will certainly last a lifetime unless I decide to undo the magic on it, which may eventually happen when it's lost its usefulness," Harry answered as he pocketed his blade and flicked Voldemort's wand. The mechanisms within the heavy door clicked and operated for the first time, and it withdrew and opened to reveal a grand, splendid hall. But however aside from the chandelier, tables and elaborate patterns on the walls, it was surprisingly sparsely furnished.

"It's quite minimal, as you can see," Harry explained. "It really only offers the basic necessities, that's intentional, so they're not spoilt. I'll explain everything else later on, but first I'll take you through a tour of the castle."