Chapter 3

The island of Azkaban was meant to be a prison that only let people in and not out. The island was located deep in the frozen waters of the ocean and hidden from the muggle world. The guards consisted of elite Aurors from the Ministry and the deadly Dementors. These creatures were deadly, powerful, dark, and immortal as far as anyone could tell. The only things that proved effective in shielding against their power was the Patronus Charm. The charm was usable when the caster thought of a happy memory. This caused the spell to be created from nothing but positive emotions and defend against the negative creatures. Powerful users of the spell manage to conjure an animal of pure light.

This thought caused Lord Sovereign or Harry Potter to shake slightly. That much light magic would affect anything of pure darkness. The advantage he had was that no one knew about his alignment or that they could use the spell against a human. The Dark Lord looked at the island and then up at the full moon that eerily poked through the dark clouds of the early night.

Drawing upon the dark side, Harry will the force to grow around him before launching himself into the air and focusing on his powers to keep himself levitated in the air. While rare and difficult, levitation with the force was achievable for only the most learned force users. Harry was able to do it, but his face was filled with strain, it wasn't an easy technique. After five minutes, he slowly landed upon the shores of the island. Glancing at the moon again, Harry nodded and drew heavily upon the dark side before walking forward towards the gates.

*HPPIAL*

Aurors Proudfoot and Savage stood near the front gates of Azkaban. They were on their mandatory rotation for guard duty which came once a year. This prevents the guards from being too exposed to the Dementors. Savage took a drink from his coffee in an attempt to try and warm up from the constant cold that the prison provided. He looked to his partner, "Shift change go alright?" Proudfoot nodded and grabbed his own mug, "A couple of new recruits that volunteered for the rotation." Savage snorted into his mug, "Poor bastards. They don't know what they are getting themselves into." The two partners looked over to the gate and saw the two new comers standing at attention stiffly but their eyes were shifting all over with at the slightest sound. "They know about chocolate?" Proudfood smirked, "They brought a suitcase full of the stuff." The two men chuckled and sat at their desk to begin filling out paper work.

It was another fifteen minutes before the men felt the wards flare up. Proudfoot looked up to the gates, "Anyone scheduled to visit?" His partner shook his head and motioned for the two new guys to open the gates. Before they could, a sense of power filled the room and a sharp inhaling sound filled their ears and the two new guards were lifted into the air clutching their throats. They gurgled and let out strained gasps as they tried to release themselves from this invisible grasp. It was futile and the two senior aurors could only watch as the men suddenly had their necks snapped and fell to the ground.

Savage had his wand ready and looked around, "What the hell?" He didn't have time to respond as the front gate exploded with power and sent massive chunks of rubble at the men.

*HPPIAL*

Harry stood at the gates and reached out with the force and sensed four people within the entrance. Smiling, the dark lord flicked his hand and used the force to grasp out and clamp down on the first two. A quick couple of seconds of enjoying the fear that overwhelmed the two and he quickly snapped their necks. As the bodies crumpled to the ground, Harry drew upon the dark side and sent it out of his hands. The force raged around him as violet lightning stormed from his hands and arms. The attack crashed into the doors and easily ripped through the wards of the gate and caused a massive explosion. Cutting off his attack, Harry marched through the door and surveyed the area before pulling his hood and walking forward. The dark lord drew his lightsaber and activated it as he stood on the pile of stones. The force warned him of an attack and he casually brought his lightsaber up and deflected a stunner. Turning towards the targets, Harry smiled darkly and activated his weapon before rushing forwards and quickly dispatching his opponents quickly with a powerful slash.

Surveying his work, Harry deactivated his lightsaber and slowly walked down the entrance hall before stopping at the stairs that would lead up into the levels of the building. Drawing upon the dark side even more, the Sith Lord made his way up the stairs and passed guard post after guard post. Each time he came in contact with another guard he easily cut through them, leaving them crumpled on the ground. He found himself smiling as he encountered a Dementor on the third level. The creature rushed towards Harry with an angry hiss reaching out with its bone like hands.

Harry snapped his hands down and his fingers crackled with electricity. Moments later, Harry sent a powerful blast of lightning that send the creature back into the nearest cell door. The inmate inside was caught in the streams of electricity that were flying off of the dark creature while it flailed around. Harry smiled in satisfaction as the Dementor started to burn and even burst into flames, its pained screeches music to Harry's ears.

Another minute and the creature was nothing more than ashes on the floor. The inmates around started screaming or cheering as Harry started opening the cells and gesturing for them to follow him. Being locked within the prison for so long left little common sense for the inmates. This was something that Harry had counted on. As he continued his way down into the deepest areas of the prison, Harry continued to release prisoners. He finally arrived at the highest level which held the most ruthless criminals, many of these being former death eaters.

The Sith Lord stopped and released even more of his power and reached out to the fragile minds of the people within. He chuckled as he easily dominated their minds and made them loyal for a short amount of time. He stopped at the cell of one Bellatrix Lestrange and smirked as she quickly bowed, "Master."

Harry looked to everyone, "Follow me to the courtyard…we gain your freedom now."

The entire population of prisoner blindly followed their savior thanks to the influence of the dark side. It took several minutes before everyone was assembled and Harry turned and dropped a sack he brought with. Pulling out several holocrons, the Sith Lord placed them in several key positions before sending mental commands to his force bound followers. They moved blindly into position around the holocrons. Harry placed his master's holocron in the middle and then placed a vial of his blood next to it.

Activating his master's holocron he bowed before him. Darth Vitiate rose and looked around, "I see you have achieved what we needed."

Harry nodded, "I simply need to wait for the moon to be in position."

Vitiate nodded his approval and turned to the moon. "The time has come."

He looked to his apprentice and spoke up, "The ritual will take all night so you need to be sure that there are no guards living."

Harry remained silent and nodded. "Good, then let it begin."

Harry stood across from his master and the Sith Emperor started to chant in a long forgotten language that the young Sith recognized as the pureblood Sith of old. He kept chanting and then started waving his hands in different motions before firing blasts of black lightning at each holocron. Each item was being used as a substitute for powerful force crystals that would normally be needed. Holocrons had a much higher concentration of force energy then crystals and would be better suited for the ritual. The only reason they were normally not used in these kinds of rituals were because of their use for knowledge. But seeing as Harry was starting the Sith Order over, using a few wouldn't matter.

The moon shown brightly over the courtyard and hit the center holocron at the same time that Vitiate launched his full power at the spot that his apprentice's vial of blood was standing next to a holocron. The vial bubbled and hissed before erupting into flames as the dark side raged around. The force became visible in the form of powerful black beams of energy that surged from one holocron to another before connecting to Vitiate's. Harry raised his hands and fired his own force lightning into the mix and grimaced as the forced ripped into him.

Suddenly, the assembled prisoners started screaming as their life, magic, and souls were ripped from their bodies and joined into the mass of force energy that was surging around. It quickly swirled and formed into a large fountain of power that rushed through the prison, engulfing anything it could grasp. The Dementors screeched in pain as they were absorbed, the wards protecting the prison flared as they were siphoned off, and anyone alive quickly died, being drained completely. The well of power raged before it surged to its intended target, Harry.

Vitiate smiled darkly as he appeared before his apprentice, "Open yourself to the dark and embrace it forever. Feel the power as it becomes your very being…as it infects every cell within your body. Accept it, apprentice, accept your future."

The young Sith yelled in pain as the pure power of the dark side slammed into him. The limited lighting within the room flickered out as his power continue to meld together with the ritual. Harry fell to his knees as the ritual continued, gritting his teeth in pain. He looked up to see his master turn his force lightning at him, knocked him into oblivion.

*HPPIAL*

Harry slowly woke up to find himself in the center of the courtyard with the moon no longer visible. The young Sith lifted himself up to survey the area before a massive pulse of pain shot through him causing him to fall and cry out. A small pulse in the force caused him to look and see his master looking on. "The ritual is complete."

Harry's eyes closed as the pain intensified to the point of tears falling, "What is happening?"

The Emperor looked at his apprentice, "The pain is part of the ritual. To become immune to time you must become immune to everything, including pain. This is the price of immortality."

Harry ground his teeth together as his nerves fired pulse after pulse of pain. His limbs felt like there were being held into an open flame and left there. His body screamed and he found that even a simple task as breathing was a task. "How long?"

The question came out in a strangled gasp as he tried to maintain his composure but failed as another pulse of pain forced him to the ground. The Emperor looked at him, "Use the pain Lord Sovereign…us it to gain strength. It will last for as long as you are alive. Eventually you will become numb to the pain, just as you must become numb to everything around you. The price is steep, but it puts you above everyone."

Harry drew upon the dark side and breathed a momentary sigh of relief as it helped numb himself.

Darth Vitiate looked at Harry, "Now that you have completed the ritual, in a month's time I will teach you the next level of force techniques."

Harry listened intently, "Now that you are immune to time you will need to protect your greatest asset as well your weakness. I am of course talking about your body. The ability I am going to teach you will ensure that even if your original body is destroyed, you can overwhelm someone's consciousness and take control of them. This will let you use their body as a host, still utilizing your full powers. This allows you to have a physical form at all times."

Harry nodded as another pulse of pain shot through him. "Milord if I may speak freely?"

Vitiate nodded, "I have been thinking about the future of the Order. I am powerful but I am only one person. In order to conquer the world I will need an army like nothing that has been seen before." The

Emperor nodded, "This is true. For me, it took fifteen hundred years before I finally invaded the Republic. You have the patience but in order to gain the army you are seeking…you may have to go off world."

Harry's head snapped up, "What?"

Seeing his apprentice's look of shock he smirked lightly, "You will need to search out for two powerful weapons of the ancient empire of the Rakatta. These two items will provide what you need." Harry thought for a moment, "What are they?"

Vitiate was silent for a moment, "They are known as the Star Forge and the Foundry. The Star Forge is a massive space station that produces fleets of ships, fighters, droids, weapons, and armor. The Foundry is another large station that provides massive armies of battle droids. Their locations may have changed…the Foundry was a mobile station and the Star Forge was able to move from star to star in order to continue getting a strong power source. The Forge used a special traveling technology that the Rakatta utilized to transport through time and space."

Harry thought for a moment, "Master you make it sound like the Forge was destroyed."

Vitiate nodded, "You are perceptive…the Forge was officially documented as being destroyed by the Republic during their attack against Darth Malak in the Jedi Civil War. This was during the time that Darth Revan had been redeemed to the light."

Harry thought about something before speaking, "You think that they kept it."

The Emperor nodded, "Revan had a vendetta against myself and the Empire. He knew there was a great threat and with the assistance of his lover, Bastila Shan, they could convince the Jedi to leave the Forge in Revan's control. That combined with the Foundry would let Revan assemble enough power to stand against me when the Empire finally returned."

"And since Revan was walking alone the lines of both light and dark he was still able to control the Star Forge."

Harry's master nodded slowly, "That is the theory. But in order to go to the two locations you will need at least a week for travel to and from."

The Sith apprentice looked at his master, "How will I accomplish this, interstellar travel isn't exactly a strong point of this planet."

Vitiate spoke up, "With my flagship. It is a prototype Harrow class dreadnaught that was twice the size of a normal one. Twice the weapons, internal shield generators and the latest in technology. In order to get to it you will need to use the fury class interceptor that I hid on the planet."

An eerie silence filled the room as the two Sith surveyed each other before Harry finally spoke, "Where must I go?"

Darth Vitiate looked over to a window that opened to the raging sea outside, "A small island off the coast of England. It is deserted and was the perfect place to hide the fighter. It is under a cloaking field but with the force, you will find it."

The Sith apprentice spoke up, "And your flagship?"

Vitiate smiled coldly, "It is located on the only place that no one could find it in this universe…the dark side of the moon."

Harry nodded and stood up before bowing at the waist, trying to ignore the pain but failing, "It will be done my master." Vitiate watched Harry for a moment as he struggled with the pain before flickering away into his holocron.

*HPPIAL*

As soon as Vitiate was gone Harry collapsed to his knees and cried out from the pain. Hot tears flowed down his cheeks as he gasped for a breath of air that didn't make him want to faint from pain. A small part of him yelled at him for being so stupid and going this far into the dark but the major portion of himself was still getting over the euphoria of being immortal.

His lips curled into a smile as he whispered the word, "Immortal."

That word too many was nothing more than a dream or a promise in the afterlife…but Harry had achieved it. He was going to live forever…forever. Well past the death of his friends and allies. He snorted in amusement while at the same time gasping as his nerves continued their relentless assault against his nerves.

He now saw the wisdom in his master telling him not to form attachments. By doing so he would be weakening himself with every lifetime he would live through. Every connection would become a time of sorrow and sadness where he would become vulnerable.

The Sith Lord forced himself up trying his best to ignore the pain. Taking his first step was like stepping on shards of glass that was suspended on a bed of hot coals. Reaching out with the force, Harry levitated a crystal flask that was sitting on a large table with multiple others. Quickly uncorking the flask, he downed the contents before breathing a sigh of relief as his body became numb to the pain. Harry stood up straight and tested his body out and found that he still had a powerful ache that echoed through it. "I better keep pain relievers on hand until I've built up a resistance."

In truth it was more of a crutch but until he was use to the pain he couldn't let anyone know about it. If he did then Dumbledore or someone might get insight to his dark dealings…that was the last thing he needed. Making sure that his lightsaber was still on his belt and his wand was strapped to his wrist, the young Sith Lord slowly collected everything before willing the force around him and disappearing with a sharp crack.

*HPPIAL*

Albus Dumbledore normally wasn't called for events within the wizarding world unless it pertained to new laws being passed or something pertaining to his school. But this morning he was called by the Ministry when the wards around Azkaban prison ceased to exist. Fearing that Voldemort was planning something, the mage took a day's leave from the school. What he found was nothing like he had seen ever before.

The Ministry was swarming all over the ancient fortress from Aurors to Unspeakables, anyone within the Ministry that had training with advanced magic. Albus arrived at the main entrance and found the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Bones, quickly giving orders to her Aurors. She turned and looked at Dumbledore, "Albus thank Merlin you are here."

The elderly man nodded gently before looking at the prison and noticed that there was a silence so thick that it could be cut through. "What is wrong?"

Amelia's already pale skin turned another shade of ghostly white, "The magic is gone Albus…all of it. The prisoners are gone, the dementors are gone, the ward stones have been drained….there is no trace of magic anywhere."

Albus walked through the main gate and saw four bodies being covered with cloaks. "What happened to them?"

Amelia looked on sadly at four of her Aurors, "The two younger ones had their throats crushed and the other two were…" Her words got caught in her throat, "They were decapitated."

The Headmaster felt his heart go out to the poor men who lost their lives too soon. "When you say that the magic was gone what did you mean?"

Amelia gestured for Albus to follow her, "We can find no trace of magic within the fortress. The Unspeakables said that the only thing they can see happening was that the magic was siphoned off into something or more disturbing…someone."

Albus's eyes widened, "Do such rituals exist? I admit that I don't know everything about the stranger forms of magic."

Amelia nodded, "They have records of such rituals but they need absurd ingredients such as the blood of one hundred virgins born on the seventh of a month during a full moon combined with the egg fluid of a just fertilized Basilisk egg."

Albus nodded in understanding, "I shudder to think who came up with such rituals and how many were sacrificed to achieve the ultimate outcome."

They both became silent but it only remained for a moment as several Aurors came running up, "Madame Bones, Dumbledore, you need to come see this." The two of them followed the men to the courtyard where they found the most horrifying scene of their lives.

Hundreds if not thousands of bodies were lying all over the courtyard of the prison. The remaining black cloaks of the Dementors were scattered all over like a wind had carelessly blown them away. The bodies of the prisoners were shriveled up and dried out nothing more than a husk of the person that had once been living. Albus bent low and examined several bodies to find two things. The first was that they indeed had no remaining magical signatures and the second was the horror filled looks upon all their faces.

Albus looked over the area and could see that the center formed a perfect circle that would have been directly open to the full moon on the previous night. "What happened here and who could have done this?"

Albus turned to Amelia, "I'm afraid I don't know my dear…but what I do know is that whoever did this may be more powerful than even Voldemort."

Amelia looked at her one time teacher, "Do you think we have another dark lord on our hands?"

The old man felt his age for the first time in years, "I'm afraid so…but until they reveal themselves we cannot move forward except prepare for the inevitable attack."

Amelia shook her head and sighed, "And you are still convinced that Voldemort is still out there?" When Albus nodded slowly she looked again over the fallen bodies, "Just what we need, Voldemort and another Dark Lord."

*HPPIAL*

Five days later, the Dark Lord they feared was sitting near the Black Lake meditating. His mind was racing over the millennia's worth of knowledge that he had absorbed from the holocrons. Each Sith had their own secret teachings and it was that knowledge that they passed on for the next generation. Darth Sovereign winced as his nerves continued to pulse in the ever present pain, more tolerable thanks to the daily supply of pain relief potions. When he had been questioned about his sudden intake of the potion by his friends he had simply replied with headaches. This was accepted by all who asked considering the unusual connection he and Voldemort had through his scar, or had.

During his training with his Master, Vitiate had noticed that there was a powerful entity attached to the scar and used the full power of the dark side to vanquish it. It turned out to be a fragment of Voldemort's soul that had attached to Harry when he had first been defeats. Vitiate explained to his young apprentice that there were ways for a dark side adept to split his soul and place it in containers that would let you live forever.

However, in doing so, you split your strength and risk one of the soul fragments not only being destroyed but taking control of someone else and returning to the land of the living. This theory was solidified when during Harry's second year the diary of Tom Riddle, Voldemort's real name, found its way into the hands of one Ginny Weasley. The soul fragment that lived within took control of the girl and attempted to return to the real world by siphoning her life force off of her. It was only thanks to Harry's timely arrival that she survived and the diary was destroyed. Since that day, Harry and his master had worked hard at searching the castle for more items that Voldemort could have used. It wasn't out of fear but out of wanting to forward their own agenda. If Harry had to spend time fighting Voldemort over and over again then he would waste time in rebuilding the Sith Empire.

The Sith Lord opened his eyes and blinked once before speaking, "What is it Hermione?"

He heard a gasp of surprise from his friend but it was quickly covered up by a worried question, "Are you ready Harry?"

He nodded slowly, "Always."

Indeed he was ready. His plan was to overwhelm the dragon with the dark side, casting it off as elemental magic. While frowned upon in England, it was a viable form of magic to use. Harry had initially wanted to also use his lightsaber but after thinking about it he decided to hold off. His force powers could be waved off as advanced wandless magic and this would be easy enough to explain considering how often he disappeared to train.

"Are you sure? You haven't asked anyone for help and you aren't the best when it comes to studying…"

Harry cut her off, "Hermione be quiet." She looked at him with her mouth open wide, "I am prepared and you would do well to remember that things are not always what they seem. Tomorrow I face a dragon…and I will prove that I am the leader in this competition, forced into it or not."

His friend nodded slowly and blinked to prevent her tears from falling. Harry had never spoken to her in this tone and it was unnerving. "Sorry Harry, I was just making sure."

He didn't say anything as she left, just refocused his mind on meditating.

*HPPIAL*

Later that night as Harry was sleeping in his room in Gryffindor tower, his master's holocron activated within the Chamber of Secrets. Darth Vitiate rose from his place of residence for nearly six millennia and thought for a moment. His apprentice had done well but in order for the Empire to rise from the ashes of nothingness he would need to play a more direct roll. The Sith Emperor had no intentions of ruling from a throne at the present time, he wanted to explore the universe and further his power. He wanted to live out his immortal life becoming everything that the universe had to offer. Just as he had said all that time ago, "I will spend eternity becoming everything…a farmer, an artist, a simple man." This was his plan but first he needed to make sure that the Jedi were erased from history. To uphold the Sith ways and bring the darkness to the forefront of the galaxy.

Darth Sovereign was the way to do this. With his apprentice continuing his war against the universe, Vitiate could continue to travel the galaxy and when he had his fill of it, he would return to an Empire forged from the Sith. But for now he needed to work on getting his apprentice into that role. Sovereign was still young and needed to be kicked every so often when he got too arrogant.

This was something that most Sith apprentices went through and only when the Master was strong did the apprentice would grow out of it. That was another reason for Vitiate doing what he was about to do. Since becoming active in this world he had searched for a suitable host that would enable him to have a physical form again. He got his first sighting of a prospective host when his apprentice ran into his rival Draco Malfoy in Diagon Alley and at the same time, his father Lucius Malfoy. The man was powerful in all aspects of the Wizarding World, politically, financially, and magically. His only snag was that he had joined up with Voldemort in the first war but he had avoided being arrested by claiming that his mind had been under the Dark Lord's control.

Vitiate smiled at this as he traveled towards Malfoy Manor. This meant that he was free to move around in the Ministry and real world without any issues. When Voldemort returned he could use the opportunity to strike at the false Lord if he was summoned. Vitiate halted in his flight when he arrived at the Manor. He looked down to see a blonde haired woman walk up to the gate and pull out her wand. This meant that there were protective wards around the facility but this woman had just provided him a chance to enter. The moment the gates opened, Vitiate flew onto the grounds and continued his hunt for his host. He found him sitting in his personal study going over several laws he was trying to write up to further push the pureblood agenda. Vitiate smiled as took shape behind Lucius, "You will do nicely."

Lucius Malfoy turned at the sound of the strange voice only to see a glowing figure with black void like eyes. Before he could pull his wand the figure rushed him and slammed into his body. The last thing that Lucius Malfoy knew of this world was unimaginable horror as a darkness that blew even Voldemort out of the water took him over.

Chapter 3 is done.

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