Catastrophic Consequences

"#" and "§" = Parseltongue

"Abcabcabc" = Gobbledygook

Previously

"Three words… ok, one word," Sirius muttered. "Daaaaaaaaammmmnnnn." Harry and the goblin just nodded.

After Harry got his wits together, he asked the one thing that was on his mind at the moment, "What in the bloody hell is a changeling…?"

Chapter Two

SIX MONTHS LATER…

"I still can't believe you convinced me to not send you to Hogwarts," Sirius grumbled.

"Well, the main reason you don't send me to Hogwarts is because I'm currently the lord of 9 pureblooded families. This means I have a large responsibility to attend to. Also, we're looking for Voldemort, we wouldn't have been able to do that if I went to that school, especially with Dumbledore being there," Harry reasoned.

There was relative silence until all of a sudden, Sirius heard a loud "Whoop!" from behind him.

"What is it?!" he asked eagerly.

"Oh, nothing. It's just that I think I know where Voldemort is, and I'm going there, like, right now." With that, Harry exited with a loud 'CRACK!' This, being the eighth time that Harry apparated through the wards, resulted in Sirius sighing, shaking his head, and muttering, "He could've at least told me where to go…"

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Meanwhile, outside the Gaunt house, Little Hangleton…

'CRACK!'

"Hmm," Harry muttered to himself, "maybe I should learn how to silently apparate…" Harry shrugged before looking at the broken, wooden shack in front of him that once housed the Gaunt family. Harry shook his head in disgust and turned around and peered at where Riddle Manor was supposed to be. "Hm, must be under a fidelius…"

Harry activated his Mage Sight, which was inherited from Merlin, and immediately saw the wards surrounding where the manor should've been. He slowly walked towards the wards before shrugging. He put his hand forward to where he saw a small flaw in the protective wards, and soon keyed himself into the wards, allowing him unlimited access. After poking the flaw, a large, rather creepy, manor blurred into existence. Harry smiled to himself before walking towards the front door.

Harry was shocked by how beautiful, yet totally creepy, the manor was. The doors were massive and made from obsidian. The outside of the manor was layered with blood red and venom green bricks that showed the two colors Voldemort was most famous for; red for his eyes and green for his snake.

Coming out of his impressed state, Harry sent a blast of magic at the ornate doors, nearly causing them to unhinge, and yelled in the sweetest voice he could muster, "TOOOMMMMYYY, I'M HOMMMEEEE!"

The response was an immediate roar of rage and the sound of an extremely irate Dark Lord storming toward the front door, where Harry stood looking at his nails completely unconcerned. As soon as Harry saw Voldemort's piercing ruby eyes, he smiled. "'Sup, Tom?"

Harry briefly noted the look of shock that passed through Voldemort's eyes before the man got ahold of himself and sneered back, "Oh, look, it's the eldest Potter. How kind of you to join me." His grin was malevolent and if Harry were anybody else, he would have shivered in fear. Meanwhile, Voldemort was expecting fear to worm its way onto Harry's features.

He was soon shocked, however, when Harry snarled back, "Don't you dare associate with those blood traitors! I was born a Potter, yes, but I was never truly a Potter. Besides, I came here today to help you, but, if that's how you're going to be, you can forget about it," he finished with a huff. He turned around, leaving a confused Voldemort and an amused Nagini, Harry walked out onto the lawn and waited for the Dark Lord to call him back.

Harry needn't have to wait long, for less than five seconds later, there was a muttered, "Wait!" Harry stopped in his tracks, turned around, and smiled as he walked back to the manor. Once Harry was in the manor, he stared at Voldemort and motioned for him to go on, causing the Dark Lord to roll his eyes and sigh. Before long, though, he sneered at Harry, "And, what, per say, could you help me with?"

"Oh, you know, this, that, a little bit of this and that. Oh, and I can also kill people without giving a damn. Plus, you and I both know the prophecy, thank you goblins," Harry mumbled to himself offhandedly, "so we both know that one of us has to kill the other. I was thinking, however, that we could make the prophecy void if you took me as an apprentice and an eventual equal. Don't worry, though, I don't want any of your power, I simply want revenge against the Potters. As I'm sure you've heard from your dear snake friend," Harry paused before continuing in Parseltongue, "# the greater public believes that it was Rose, Charlie, and Neville that caused your downfall. This caused me to be treated horribly, eventually resulting in me moving in with my godfather. The Potters never even noticed that I was gone. Besides, #" Harry smiled at the shocked face Voldemort was wearing, "if you were to kill me, then you'd only end up killing a part of your soul. I'm sure you can figure out what I mean by that…"

Harry gave Voldemort a few minutes to process everything that had been said and to try and figure out what Harry meant before a look of horror dawned on the Dark Lord's face, making Harry smirk, "Ah, so I take it you've guessed what I mean." Voldemort nodded up and down dumbly. "Excellent! So, all I need is your answer."

The three, Harry, Voldemort, and Nagini, remained still in relative silence as the Dark Lord pondered his options. Harry looked at Nagini, obviously intrigued by the beautiful serpent, something Nagini noticed, and study her closely, trying to determine what breed of snake she was. Harry was brought of his studying by a loud sigh coming from Voldemort. "Fine," he began, his hand holding his forehead as he looked down, still deep in thought, "you win. You will, however," he looked up at this part, "# tell me how you can speak Parseltongue and all of your other secrets, since you clearly know my own deepest secret. #"

Harry shrugged in response and began a long monologue involving all of his secrets, how he can speak Parseltongue, and his years reading in the Black library. Suffice it to say, by the end of the day, Voldemort was thoroughly shocked at the number of secrets Harry kept and Harry's rather long monologue. After a little time spent thinking about it, though, Voldemort broke out into massive grin and launched into talking to Harry about his future plans and the fact that Harry would need to come up with an, at least, tolerable and creepy Dark Lord name that he would be referred to by.

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ONE WEEK LATER…

"Alright then, Harry, until I deem it time, nobody can know of my return. Because when I do return, I want you ready. And then, eventually, I will have the news 'slip' out to the public that I have an apprentice, which should strike fear into the hearts of even the staunchest Light supporters. Not even my Death Eaters can know that I'm alive. As it is, from what you told me, only you and Sirius, to your knowledge, know that I am indeed alive at this point in time," Voldemort informed his new apprentice. "Now, as for the things I am teaching you, they are, by far, the darkest of the dark arts. What you will learn includes, but is not limited to, necromancy, black magic, blood magic, Parselmagic, and how to create Horcruxes. There are more, of course, but these are simply the most notable." Voldemort stared at his apprentice, "Have you come up with a name for yourself yet, Harry?"

"Yes, I have," Harry nodded.

"And…?" Voldemort inquired.

Harry smirked, "I thought that the name 'Lord Chaos' was rather fitting, don't you think?"

Voldemort smirked back, "Yes, I do believe that is quite fitting. After all, from what I know about you, you do seem rather fond of causing chaos and mayhem."

Harry beamed in response, "I'm glad you like it." Harry looked curious, "Uh, so, now what?"

Voldemort got a maniacal gleam in his eye, "Now… we train."

Harry gulped in response.

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THREE YEARS LATER…

"Come on, Harry! We both know you can do better than that!" Voldemort taunted.

At the moment, Harry James Potter, A.K.A. Lord Chaos, was dueling Voldemort and six dueling golems set to extreme difficulty. Over the years, Harry had developed from being a new duelist, to being the best duelist in the world, he even surpassed Voldemort in dueling skills once he got the hang of things.

Harry grinned and rolled his eyes, "Whatever, Tommy-boy."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes in response and started casting more dangerous dark curses at Harry, irritated at Harry for calling him 'Tommy-boy'. Voldemort had gotten over the fact that Harry would never call him Voldemort unless in front of his Death Eaters the week after Harry's training first began. Harry constantly called him 'Tom' or 'Tommy', much to the Dark Lord's ire, but he got over it. 'Tommy-boy', however, was going overboard.

Harry yelped in surprise, "Alright! Alright! I'm sorry I called you Tommy-boy!"

"No you aren't, brat," Voldemort sounded annoyed.

"I know that, but it's only common courtesy to apologize," Harry gave Voldemort an infuriating smirk.

"Whatever," Voldemort muttered, amused by Harry's antics. Only Harry had ever witnessed this relaxed and care-free side of Voldemort, but, one could say that living in the same house for three years and spending nearly every waking hour together will cause one to loosen up eventually. Even an evil dark lord like Voldemort would eventually succumb to the urge to relax.

The duel continued with the usual back and forth gibes at the other's expense. Eventually, Harry got bored and launched six Killing Curses in rapid succession and cast a powerful Parselmagic stunner that slipped underneath Voldemort's guard, leaving him sprawled on the ground with a funny look on his face. Harry, not one to miss a chance, conjured a muggle Sharpie and began doodling on his mentor's face, much to Nagini's amusement.

Once Harry was satisfied, Harry looked at Nagini and hissed, "# Don't tell him I did that. He'd be pissed off, which is a huge understatement, to be honest. #"

"# Don't worry, hatchling, I won't, #" Nagini hissed in response. Over the three years Harry had spent with Voldemort and Nagini, he had grown close to both of them, each in a different way. To Nagini, she had grown to consider him as if he were her own child, often allowing him get away with things that no other living thing would get away with doing, such as stroking her scales, or doodling on her Master's face, which, in reality, she thought was hilarious. Voldemort's relationship with Harry is the same as most mentor-apprentice relationships, which is all one would expect considering he's the Dark Lord.

Harry smiled, "# Thanks, Nagini. #"

"# You're welcome, hatchling. #"

Harry, satisfied with his drawings and Nagini's answer, revived the Dark Lord with the Parselmagic version of 'Enervate'.

Voldemort sprung up suddenly looking left and right, "Who? What? When? Wher―" He was cut off by Harry's raucous laughter and Nagini's own snake snickers, bringing him back to reality. "Ugh," he groaned, "I trained you too well if you can beat me." The only response he got was a large grin from Harry, before the boy broke into another round of chuckles, much to Voldemort's irritation and ire. "Alright, alright. I get it. You think it's funny," he said dismissively, which caused Harry to laugh even harder. Voldemort's glare soon shut him up, though. "Anyways," he continued, cautious because he was sure Harry would chuckle again, but when he didn't, he continued, "I have decided that it is time for my Death Eaters to know that I am alive and well, and then torture a few for not searching for me."

"Oh!" Harry piped up, "Can I torture them for you?"

"No."

"C'mon!"

"No." Harry stared blankly at Voldemort while Nagini glared at him. Eventually, he got disconcerted by his own familiar's glare and gave in. "Fine!"

"Yes!" Harry fist pumped.

Voldemort continued, "You will be standing in the shadows and won't reveal yourself until I introduce you. Once you have been introduced, I want you to stand to my right, and Nagini will be on my left. You will, of course, have to wear your 'Lord Chaos' guise, because I don't want you to be recognized by anybody, understand?" Harry nodded vigorously in response, eager about meeting the followers his mentor constantly complained about. "I will summon my Death Eaters in precisely one hour. So, go get cleaned up and put on your disguise. I hope you're right and that it is actually very creepy, like you said. You did, after all, spend several thousand Galleons on it, which is quite ridiculous." Harry smirked and ran off to get ready for the meeting. "Ugh," Voldemort sighed, "this is going to be one long meeting. I might as well clean u― HARRY!" Suffice it to say, he was quite vexed once he saw his reflection.

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Exactly fifty-nine minutes later…

"I can't believe he did that!" Voldemort grumbled to Nagini as he waited for his apprentice to arrive so he could summon his Death Eaters. "Seriously, who does tha―?"

He stopped upon the massive doors slamming open, revealing an imposing figure. The figure was approximately 5 feet and 3 inches, wore long, black robes and a black hood. Along the sides of the robes were small blood-red runes, giving the robes certain magical properties that other robes would not have. His hood had a picture of a basilisk, lined in green, on both sides of the hood. Underneath the hood was a black, red, and green mask that absolutely screamed terror. The clothes and mask, however, were not the worst part. No, the eyes, in fact, were the worst part. Inside the hood, were the two Avada Kedavra green flames that simply radiated power. The flaming orbs had small, green wisps of smoke trailing off of the far side of each of the figure's eyes. Other than the eyes and mask, everything else was shrouded in enchanted shadows that were impossible to penetrate.

"Wow," was all Voldemort could say once he saw the disguise. "That," he continued, "will definitely work."

Harry grinned, not that the Dark Lord could see it, and said, "Shall we begin?"

Voldemort nodded and put his wand to his arm, summoning his Death Eaters for the first time in ten long years. Meanwhile, Harry was getting situated in his spot behind Voldemort, hidden in the shadows.

Within minutes, the many 'Cracks!' signified the arrival of the Death Eaters. As they entered the room, they each quickly got on their knees and kissed the hem of their thought-to-be-dead lord's robes. Once the final Death Eater arrived, Voldemort began, "My friends, ten long years it's been… I must confess myself disappointed. Not a single one of you sought me out. You all decided to believe that I could be killed by some pathetic children." The Death Eaters all looked uneasy. "But," he piped in, "I do have good news. Allow me to introduce to you my apprentice, Lord Chaos."

Harry calmly strode out of the shadows and stopped next to Voldemort. Ripples of curiosity and unease drifted through the assembled Death Eaters as they took in the foreboding appearance of their lord's mentor.

"He will be aiding us in our conquest to take over the wizarding world. You will follow orders that come from his mouth as if they came from my own."

"He doesn't look worthy. I could easily beat this pipsque—ah!" A random Death Eater spoke up, only to be interrupted by Harry choking him. Everybody, bar Voldemort and Nagini, watched in horror as Harry dragged the man into the air from ten feet away, by simply having his arm out and hand clutched around an imaginary throat (Think of Force Choke). Harry's magic held the man until he eventually passed out, upon which, Harry brought him to him before spitting at the body and dropping it in front of Nagini.

"# You may eat him, Nagini. She can eat him, right? He's not, like, anybody important or anything? #" Harry spoke to Nagini, before quickly asking permission from Voldemort, who just waved his consent. Harry smiled cruelly, "# Very well. Nagini, feed. #" With that, Nagini sprung upon the Death Eater before slowly and painfully devouring him whole horrifying the assembled Death Eaters. "Does anybody else question my authority?" Harry asked in a sickly-sweet manner, causing shivers to crawl their ways down the assembled Death Eaters' spines. When nobody answered, Harry nodded, "Good."

"Now," Voldemort began, "it's time for a few of you to be punished by Lord Chaos for not seeking me out during these ten long years."

Many Death Eaters' eyes went wide with terror when they heard who was going to punish them. Harry randomly picked Death Eaters before sending bolts of black lightning at them through his fingers, causing them immense pain (Think of Force Lightning― some Star Wars abilities will be listed.). Harry grinned, satisfied with the results of the silent and wandless spell he had been creating for torturing people. In his opinion, the Cruciatus Curse was expected by Death Eaters, his curse, however, was not.

After many minutes of different people suffering under the pain of Harry's spell, Voldemort dismissed his Death Eaters, grinning when they all fled as quickly as they could to get away from the new psychotic lord.

"Well," Harry smirked, taking off his mask once they were all gone, "that was fun."

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Minutes later at Hogwarts…

Severus Tobias Snape is not an easy person to terrify. During the Dark Lord's first rise to power, he had witnessed many of the heinous acts that the Death Eaters partake in. These acts range from rape (of boys, which confused him; he was beginning to think all of the Death Eaters were gay…)(I despise the idea of rape, and since it's even worse when it happens to girls, I will not allow that to happen in my story), torture, murder, mutilation, desecration, incineration, evisceration, decapitation, etc… He was, however, thoroughly horrified of the Dark Lord's new apprentice. The fact that the man could choke a man from across the room with only his bare hand was creepy enough, but when you add in the fact that he could shoot a lightning-torture curse out of his fingers, that made the man even more terrifying. The way the man seemed at ease with torturing the men and feeding that man to Nagini disturbed Severus. These were only a few of the reasons he had in mind for immediately seeking out Dumbledore after the meeting. It was October 25, meaning school was in session, lucky for him, though, it was the middle of the night, so he didn't have to deal with any brats getting in his way.

"Lemon drops," Severus spoke clearly to the gargoyle guarding the Headmaster's office. He rushed up the steps and burst into the room, startling the other Order of the Phoenix members who were currently meeting. One look at Severus' extremely pale complexion immediately told them that whatever they were about to hear was not good.

"Severus," Dumbledore greeted warmly, "I'm glad you could make it."

"Albus," Snape began, trying to calm himself down, "we have a very big problem."

"Oh," Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, "and what's that?"

"Voldemort's back," the Potions professor blurted out, causing many of the people in the room to panic. "And it gets worse. Much, much worse."

"What can be worse than Voldemort returning, Snivellus?" James Potter snapped at Snape.

Snape sneered in response, emphasizing the next part to make sure they understood just why it got worse, "He's back… and he's got an apprentice."