Chapter 2

Before anyone could respond to Harry's statement there was a large commotion from the entrance to the room. Everyone turned to see the entire committee of the Tri-Wizard Tournament storming into the room. Dumbledore rushed forward and stood in front of Harry with a serious glare, "Harry did you put your name in that Goblet?"

The Dark Lord shook his head, "No."

Fleur's headmistress, Madame Maxime spoke up as she pushed a chandelier out of her way, "But of course 'e is lying!" Fleur was about to protest but the events from several nights ago weighed heavily on her mind…perhaps Harry did enter.

The boy in question spoke up, "Why would I want to enter a competition that I very well could die in? Haven't my last three years here caused enough issues?" This was directed at Dumbledore who nodded slowly.

An old grizzled looking man with a large eye that was spinning limped up and growled out, "The Goblet of Fire is an extremely powerful magical artifact…only a powerful confundus charm could have made it do this…magic way beyond the level of a starting fourth year."

The Headmaster of Durmstrang, Igor Karkaroff sneered as he glared at Harry, "You seem to have given this a lot of thought Mad-Eye."

The retired Auror known as Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody glared at the man challenging him, "It was once my job to think as dark wizards do Igor, perhaps you remember."

To Harry's amusement, Igor backed down. Albus sighed as he found that yet again, he could not get a reading on Harry. "Unfortunately the Goblet has gone dormant and won't be active until the next Tri-Wizard Competition. This means two things, one, we force Harry to not participate which he would then lose his magic and most likely die…or two, he has to compete." No one in the room wanted to kill the boy simply because of a prize.

Barty Crouch shivered lightly as he looked at Harry, "The rules are absolute…Mr. Potter you are now the fourth Tri-Wizard Champion. I'm sorry for this inconvenience and I wish you the best of luck." He walked past Harry and gently squeezed his shoulder before leaving.

*HPPIAL*

The Champions were told that their first task would be taking place on November 24th which caused Harry to smile lightly…this was just six days after the full moon, meaning, that the ritual that he was going to perform would be over with and given the chance, he would be able to test his new powers. He needed to move quickly and make sure everything was ready.

His thoughts were broken when a feminine hand touched his shoulder. Knowing even before looking, Harry spoke up, "What do you want Fleur?"

The Veela was surprised at the cold tone in his voice, "I just wanted to know for myself."

The dark lord turned to her, "If I did it? What would it matter to you?"

He smiled darkly and quickly saw that they were alone, "I see…you wanted to know if I did this to test my powers."

He chuckled and Fleur felt herself flinch, "My dear exotic flower if I had wanted to test my powers I would have killed Dumbledore in front of the school. Then all those loyal to the old fool would rally to his aide and I would be given a challenge."

She spoke up, "Surely you are not that arrogant as to…"

"Arrogant?" Harry let a bark of a laugh go, "Arrogant? Fleur I'm anything but arrogant. I know my strength and powers. I know without a shadow of a doubt that if I wanted to…I could kill Dumbledore and everyone in this damn school."

His eyes flared with power and Fleur fell to her knees, "Why?"

The Sith Lord glared down at her and saw how weak she looked. He leaned down and brought his lips to her ear, gently tugging on the edge before whispering, "Because I can."

Fleur's body turned to jelly and her Veela magic screamed at her to submit to him. "I have the power and resources to destroy this world over and over again." His eyes intensified as he spoke, "There isn't a thing on this planet that can stop me."

He chuckled and stood straight, "I do sound a little arrogant."

He chuckled again and then turned to Fleur, "How does it feel Fleur? How does it feel to know that you have been witness to my power and yet you can't do anything about it?"

Fleur croaked as her magic was making her numb, "helpless."

Harry smiled again, "Good." He turned and walked out of the trophy room leaving Fleur on the floor.

*HPPIAL*

Instead of going to the common room, Harry made his way to the second floor and stopped in front of a sink within the girl's bathroom. He ran his fingers over the snake that was engraved on the side of the middle water fixture and then spoke, "Open." It came out as a cold hiss that would send chills the spine of anyone. The sink was silent for a moment before it made a clanking sound and slowly moved back to reveal a large opening in the floor.

"Stairs."

From the wall of the long tunnel grew a large number of stone stairs that let Harry descend into the darkness of the passageway. It took his several minutes of him navigating through a massive underground cavern until he reached his destination. A quick hiss in parsletongue caused a large metal door to open and reveal the legendary Chamber of Secrets. The chamber was mostly the same as the first time Harry had found it. The only differences were the inclusion of a massive opening near the pool and the fact that the corpse of the Basilisk was now gone.

By the right of conquest, Harry was entitled to everything within the Chamber, including the corpse. He had contacted the Goblins and was now sitting on a massive fortune that only continued to grow.

Harry smiled, "The joys of black marketing."

He moved into the massive opening and walked to an area that had been cleared out for his training room. The Dark Lord of the Sith waved his hand and several training dummies activated and drew swords from the walls. A few of them brandished training wands and surrounded Harry. He smirked and dropped his cloak before drawing his lightsaber.

He was very proud of his weapon as it was slightly longer than standard sabers of old. The hilt was beautifully integrated black, silver, and emerald green with blade shaped hilt guards coming from both ends of the hilt. The crystal was synthetic seeing as Earth didn't have many useful force sensitive crystals. He was going to experiment with some of the rarer gems but his Master had stated that synthetic crystals were better suited for lightsabers because they had to be made by the individual, which granted total harmony with the weapon and the user. Harry's crystal was a deep purple in color with a black core. This gave the weapon its unique coloring and he was very pleased with it. The blade also had an emitter fixture that let him adjust the length and intensity of the blade.

The greatest feature of his weapon was the hidden emitter on the back of the blade. To the untrained eye, it looked like a standard lightsaber end but with a quick adjustment, the end retracted and what was a single blade quickly became the deadly and legendary staff saber.

Harry's master was actually surprised and pleased at the thought of him training with two classes of weapon. This caused Harry to practice in all seven forms of lightsaber combat at the same time. During his training, Harry fine tuned the forms into a master variety that he dubbed form eight. It took every form and melded them together to create a virtually perfect dance of attack and defense. The form was dubbed Carnage for its difficulty and destructive manner.

If he was being truthful to himself, Harry didn't need to make such a form. There were no Jedi or Sith on the planet to counter him but with him trying to rebuild the Sith Order…there would soon be others that could potentially try and rival him. Every successful Sith Lord of old had at least one ace up their sleeve and the Carnage lightsaber style was one of his. His second one would be the success of his ritual in a month's time.

The young lord drew his weapon and activated it with a sharp hiss before dropping into the basic fighting stance. The training dummies rushed him while the ones with wands started firing basic curses. Harry flawlessly moved in tune with the dark side as it guided his movements and each curse was deflected away from him. He spun around and easily caught the first dummy's sword with his blade and redirected it before coming back around from the right and slicing the dummy in half.

As he continued to train, his mind wandered to the current track of events. To this date, no one has found out about his personal life except for Fleur and he had her tightly bound. The fact that Dumbledore and his lapdog Snape had yet to find out about Harry's extra activities meant one of three things. One, they were idiots, two, Harry was doing a fantastic job at staying in the shadows, or three, both one and two. Dumbledore was a notorious manipulator and was a large reason for Harry's life up to this point.

The old fool had thought it wise to keep Harry away from the wizarding world after the whole Boy-Who-Lived fiasco but instead of putting him with a normal wizarding family…he had put him with the Dursleys.

Harry's eyes flared with anger as he thought of his still living relatives. His Master had warned him not to kill them until everything was set in motion. The death of the four people that tormented him all his life would cause unneeded attention and risked the possibility of discovery.

Using his anger, Harry quickly cut through the remaining dummies with swords before rounding on the wand wielding ones. Jumping backwards, he thrust his arms out and a storm of violet colored lightning slammed into the dummies causing them to twitch and flail around before catching fire and disintegrating. Lowering his hands to his side, Harry looked around the training room and sighed. The dummies weren't enough anymore. He could train with them until his limbs fell off but they provided no thrill anymore. He needed to fill his lust for battle. Every day his need for destruction grew and it was quickly becoming an itch that he couldn't scratch.

The young Sith moved away from the training room and walked to his archives where he kept all of his holocrons and tomes of ancient Sith history. Harry had learned that Earth was in what was considered unknown space to the wider galaxy and that his Master had come here after the collapse of the Sith Empire. Bringing with him multitudes of ancient knowledge that was long forgotten. It was by simple chance that Harry found the holocron in which his master slept…the holocron of Darth Vitiate, better known as the Sith Emperor, the greatest master of the dark side to have ever lived. After his defeat at the hands of the Jedi hero from the Great Wars…Vitiate's spirit retreated to his original body which he had hidden before the invasion even began. Knowing that his empire was doomed to collapse thanks to infighting, the Sith Emperor made the decision to wait in the shadows until everything was gone. He had already achieved immortality so time was of no matter. And so he collected his personal knowledge and left the known galaxy.

By the time Harry had found the holocron, his physical body had long been destroyed by the hands of time but his spirit lived on within the holocrons that he had created. From what Harry could gather, untold thousands of years had passed since his Master left the known galaxy. Whether or not anything remained was still to be seen. All Harry knew was that he was the first true Sith Lord in many millennia and he wasn't going to screw this up. The thought of the known galaxy brought to mind the possibility of an eventual confrontation with whichever side was currently in power…if any still existed.

If the Republic was still living then it would be by accident or his own doing…if the remnants of the Sith Empire remained…then it would be their desire for expansion. Harry knew that his Master had many things to tell him yet and that he knew what had become of his old home…but he had yet to speak of it. However, Harry was patient. He had the patience of stone and knew that when the force deemed it the right time…he would know everything.

*HPPIAL*

Placing his master's holocrons on the floor he activated it and bowed before him. Darth Vitiate rose from his holocrons and surveyed his apprentice, "Lord Sovereign, I instructed you to not speak again until the ritual was prepared."

Harry looked up, "Forgive me Master but things have changed. The ritual will go as planned but something from my past has come into play."

The Emperor looked at him with his void like eyes, "What have you done?"

Harry felt his Master's anger rising, "It would seem that Lord Voldemort is attempting to kill me once again. This time by forcefully entering me into a competition designed for older wizards."

Vitiate spoke, "This is of little concern to us. Let the false Lord try as much as he wishes, he will fail. What I am concerned about is that you lacked the vision to properly prepare for our last meeting."

Harry flinched, "Yes I know about the girl…you seem to forget apprentice that I am not a simple holocron. I am still alive, simply without a body. Why did you not kill the girl on sight?"

Harry pondered his words before speaking, "I thought that with the competition about to start and the fact that she was the only Veela within the school, it might be noticeable if she suddenly went missing. I did however have her swear a magical oath of secrecy."

Vitiate was silent for a moment before he suddenly raised his arms and black lightning shot from his fingers. Harry was unable to defend and was thrown back. He screamed in pain as he was reminded just how powerful his master was, "Do you take me for a fool Lord Sovereign? Do you think that I am some Jedi that will forgive mistakes that could undo everything we have worked for?"

He intensified his assault and spoke with hatred that was unrivaled, "I have not waited for thousands of years for you to be lazy. I have not sat back and watched as the galaxy destroyed itself just to continue rotting in the backdrop of time. I will not let the Sith die because of YOU!"

The force lightning finally relented after several moments, leaving Harry on the ground severely burned and in more pain than he had ever been in. He turned his head to his master and hissed out, "I hate you."

The Sith Emperor smiled darkly, "Good. Then use that anger and hatred to fuel yourself Lord Sovereign. These are basic teachings. I have sensed your arrogance growing as of late; do not let that cloud your judgment. You are not like the Sith of old. You are MY apprentice…you answer to MY will and you will be held to the standard that I see fit."

Harry nodded weakly and gasped out as his nerves pulsed in pain, "What is thy bidding my master?"

Vitiate looked down at the teen, "Kill the girl. I want no loose ends."

Harry rose to his knees and bowed his head, "It will be done milord…but allow me to hold off a little bit. With the competition to start there will be a lot of officials from all over and if she would suddenly die it is very likely that one if not more country would be investigating."

Vitiate glared down at his chosen disciple before slowly nodding, "Get it done Lord Sovereign. Everything comes into full circle once your ritual is completed…we cannot make any mistakes."

Harry nodded and winced which caused his master to speak again, "I can feel your anger and hatred towards me apprentice…good…use it to fuel yourself."

Before Harry could respond, the holocron deactivated and his master vanished. He slowly bowed to the device and whispered, "As you command…my master."

Standing up, Harry turned and walked into his private library that held all of his Sith artifacts. He snorted in amusement as he looked over the vast collection that he held. While the Sith were easily more powerful than the wizards, the magical users did have some useful abilities, for example, the ability to shrink things down to a fraction of their true size. Everything I this room had arrived at the same time thanks to the shrinking spell. This had been back in Harry's second year when the Chamber had been reopened by Voldemort. That had been that last time the Sith acolyte had truly been challenged.

The basilisk's deadly gaze forced Harry to rely purely on the dark side in order to defeat his opponents. After the beast had been slain, Harry explored the area and found that the chamber would work perfectly as a way for him to practice and train without risking exposure. The second place was the Forbidden Forest. The reason Harry went there was because of the massive reserve of dark side energy that was within the dark place. Sure there were light creatures like unicorns but even they shied away from a person of such dark power. The young sith stopped and slowly ran his hands over some of the holocrons and let the power of the force slowly take him.

*HPPIAL*

"Harry." The person in question was attempting to meditate in front of the Black Lake but his annoying voice kept breaking his concentration.

"Harry." Again, the voice broke his thoughts and he had to real himself from striking out with force lightning.

"HARRY!"

He turned with an angry glare, "What?"

Hermione flinched at her friend's cold demeanor and gently rubbed her arm as she looked at the ground, "I am suppose to pass a message on to you."

Turning his head so he was again looking at the lake he closed his eyes and nodded, "Go ahead."

Hermione felt her sadness grow as her best friend was slowly withdrawing from the world around him, "Ronald…."

She was cut short, "I don't care what that blood traitor has to say."

Hermione gapped at this, "Harry!"

He turned to her, "No Hermione, not Harry, Ron. That sorry excuse for a person has ridden the 'I'm friends with Harry Potter' train for too long. We both know he was jealous of my wealth and fame since the day we met."

Hermione nodded sadly, "I know Harry it's just…Merlin…you both are being such children."

Harry smirked as he sensed her agitation grow, "That may be true but look at it from my point of view Hermione." Harry paused for dramatic effect, "All my life I was led to believe that I was a good for nothing freak. My parents were drunks who didn't love me and that I would never have any friends. How do think I feel when after everything I have been through, one of my two best friends decides to backstab me and join the Harry Potter is a cheat bandwagon? I am a forgiving person…but betrayal is one thing that I do not forgive."

Hermione's eyes were glistening with tears as she took in the truth of Harry's words. "Ok…I understand Harry. Anyways…Hagrid wanted to see you."

Harry nodded slowly and looked away, "Just promise me that you won't abandon me as well Harry. I haven't left you."

The Dark Lord of the sith ground his teeth in anger at the statement. He truly hated playing the sad little orphan card but it was the easiest and most accepted out that he had in his arsenal. If Harry had his way then he would have long revealed himself and continued to work unhindered by having to hide. His master felt otherwise. Revealing one's self too early would let his opponents prepare and attempt to overthrow him. Whereas waiting in the shadows until the perfect time meant a quicker victory. It also provided time to look at all possible outcomes of the situations he might find himself in.

Harry took a breath and winced slightly as his body was still feeling the effects of his master's lightning attack. For all his power, Harry was still leagues away from achieving the Emperor's power…this was something that caused him great distress. As a Sith apprentice it was a common thing to want to take the master's place…but when your mentor is considered the most powerful Sith of all time, how do you beat that?

The young sith shook his head as he stood tall and made his way over to see Hagrid.

*HPPIAL*

Fleur stormed down the hallway towards her destination with an arm full of books, not really worrying if she ran into anyone. Her day had been rather distressful to begin with but running into what seemed to be an endless stream of drooling boys angered her.

To add to insult, this blonde Englishman named Draco, had the nerve to suggest that he show her how a real man treats a woman. When she refused he snorted and said, 'not like an animal like you would know what a real man is anyway.'

Since arriving, Fleur had come into the line of fire of the all too common racist and blood purist that seemed to infect Hogwarts. This Draco Malfoy seemed to be the worst of them all. She had heard him multiple times making fun of first and second years simply because they were muggleborn. This angered her to no end but, seeing as she was on English soil, there was nothing she could do. In truth, she was regretting coming to this horrible place.

She arrived at the library and scanned the tables to see if any were available. Sadly, the only one that was had someone sitting at it. Fleur studied the young girl for a moment before recalling that she was the girl that was always around Harry.

Taking a chance, Fleur walked over and gently tapped the girl on the shoulder, "Excuse me miss…might I join you? Everywhere else is either full or to populated with men."

Hermione looked up and was a little shocked at seeing Fleur Delacour asking her for a seat. She quickly shook her head to rid herself of the shock, "Of course."

Fleur nodded in thanks and put her books down on the table. Hermione was silent for a moment as she looked at the titles before speaking, "Do you have an interest in dragons?"

Fleur shook her head, "No…this has something to do with the competition."

Hermione's eyes widened, "the myth or knowledge?"

Fleur again shook her head, "No, the actual creature. We have to fight a dragon as the first task. I only just found out today and the task is in two weeks."

Hermione looked concerned at this, "I hope the Ministry is considering safety…if they are actually having your all fight dragons that could turn dangerous very quick."

Fleur nodded in agreement, "I am just hoping that I will be able to prepare in time. Has Harry prepared at all?"

Hermione felt a red flag go up, "Hold on a minute…you are doing this to get information on Harry are you?"

Fleur was slightly taken aback by the sudden hostility, "No you miss understand me. I was only asking out of concern. I can't imagine what he is going through with being forced into the tournament."

Hermione felt at ease but still kept her guard up, "You'd be surprised at how he is behaving. I have offered time and time again to help him prepare for the task but he wouldn't let me. I don't even know if he knows that he has to fight a dragon."

Fleur could pick up on Hermione's sudden change in emotion and for some reason sensed that there was more to it, "May I ask what is wrong?"

Hermione looked up, "That obvious?"

Fleur offered a comforting smile in return to which Hermione sighed and started to vent, "I'm scared of losing Harry. I mean, I'm afraid something in the near future is going to take away my best friend from me and not necessarily by means of death."

Fleur was silent as she listened, "He has become so different the past couple of months. He use to be so caring and full of life, but now it's like…" She paused as she swallowed the lump in her throat, "It's like the person I knew and loved was never really there. He has drifted away so much the past few months."

Hermione used her hand to remove the tears that were threatening to spill, "I can't stand to lose him."

Fleur's heart reached out to the younger witch and she did the only thing she could and pulled Hermione into a hug. As the girl silently cried, Fleur was on the verge of breaking her silence.

She wanted so bad to tell Hermione that her best friend was being trained in some form of dark magic and that he was willing to kill. If Hermione cared for Harry this much then perhaps she could be the reason for him to turn away from such thoughts. Fleur flinched at just the thought of telling about Harry's secret as her magic sent a ripple of warning.

She pushed Hermione back and smiled lightly, "The only advice I can give is that you need to stand with him at all times. Harry is a man and he will get into things that he will believe that he can do it alone. Simply stay there and when the time comes were he realizes he is wrong, welcome him back with open arms."

Hermione thought the comment over before smiling lightly, "Thank you Fleur. I really needed to hear that."

Fleur smiled and opened her book, "Now then…I believe I came here for research and the rumor mill states that you are the best at it. Care to give me a hand?"

Hermione cleaned her cheeks off from the remaining tears before smiling as she went into full bookworm mode, "Let's get started.

*HPPIAL*

Harry stood on the roof of the castle he had called home for the past four years. It was almost two in the morning and the crisp November air hung all around him and sent a pleasant shiver throughout his body.

He looked up at the moon and smiled as its pale light shown down and he softly whispered, "Two days." The moon would be full in two days and then he would storm Azkaban Prison to get what he needed for the ritual.

In two days, his master would give him the tools he needed to become the supreme ruler of this planet. In two days, he would rise beyond the standards of normal witches and wizards. In two days, he would become immune to time.

In two days, the world would see the rise of Darth Sovereign, Dark Lord of the Sith.

Chapter 2 is up….yeah!

Ok, before anyone starts the argument about Vitiate vs. Palpatine…I'm going to say it. My OPINION is that Darth Vitiate is the more powerful sith….end of story. Yes Palpatine was powerful but in my opinion and looking at what they both achieved I would have to go with Vitiate.

There…lol

I have not decided if I will have Harry go into the Star Wars universe. I left it open so it can easily be written in. If I do so…which time period would you like to see?

It would have to be anytime after the Great Galactic War so I believe 3641 BBY until current timing so the Darth Krayt Empire.

So, next chapter we see Harry doing what he needs to in order to do his ritual. What will it all entail? Only I know. Lol

As always, send in ideas and reviews.

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