Chapter One: The Dark Lord of The Sith.
Alright. I'm just gonna start with some of the things you can expect now. ONE, Harry will actually discover his powers BEFORE school, but not take on the spirit of the Emperor. Maybe. Have not decided, but he sure as hell won't be doing it as a first year. He will not find the Holocron, he WILL have a SIBLING, however, well, that's a spoiler. On with the story!
= Godric's Hollow =
" LILY! RUN! "
A flash of green light filled the small cottage, as the lifeless body of James Potter fell to the floor, still clutching his wand. The Dark Lord Voldemort stepping over his body with a frown. Voldemort disliked spilling ANY pureblood, but it had to be done. None could stand in his way. He would unite the Wizards of Great Britain. There would be no more squabbling, no more wasting time. He would help them grow, lead them united against the Muggles that threatened their existence. They would no longer have to cower beneath the Muggles nuclear weapons, and their large armies. Wizards would rule again.
It was with this thought in mind that he stepped over the lifeless corpse of James Potter, intent on murdering his children. Walking up the steps and smiling as he recognized the charms locking the door, simply blasting it open instead of bothering to unlock it. There was no point in being silent, the Order would be aware soon. Dumbledore would come. He quietly stepped into the room, idly batting away multiple Reducto's and Piercing hexes as Lily Potter tried her best to defend her children. His lips turned up into a grim smile, remembering the wish of his servant. He simply stunned the woman in the middle of her barrage, watching as she crashed unceremoniously into the floor.
He stepped over her body too, towards two cribs. Two small children in them. He simply gazed at the two, inhaling sharply in shock as he laid eyes upon the first one. The eyes ... it was a small, two maybe three year old child frowning and staring at him. His eyes ... they were a shocking, vibrant green that pulsed with power. Glowing much like his preferred curse. Avada Kedavra. Latin for ' I take life as I speak ' He found the words fitting. His lips curled in disgust as he gazed at the second child, the most recently born. It's eyes were brown, like it's fathers. The thing was squirming, writhing about and wailing for it's mother. He never liked babies at the Orphanage, they were always loud and obnoxious. Giving him a headache and tossing and turning, always wailing for something or other.
He raised his wand, turning to the three year old, the tip glowing green. The child simply tilted it's head, watching in silence that the Dark Lord found unnerving. A green flash filled the room, and the Child fell back, as unimaginable pain flowed through the Dark Lord, causing him to scream over and over in his mind as he lost control of his magic, spells flying, blowing holes in the wall, setting the room on fire. And giving the infant a nasty scar on it's arm in the shape of a V, before his body finally crumpled, turning into a fine black powder as he retreated in his Spirit form, he would gather his strength and return.
It was with a loud crash that Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, and Hagrid burst into the cottage. Hagrid bursting into tears at the sight of James, laying on the floor clutching his wand tightly, glasses shattered and eyes closed. Snape not sparing him a second glance and darting up the stairs, Dumbledore following after a sad glance at James. Arriving in the babies room as his blue eyes darkened in sadness, seeing one of Lily's two children laying motionless in it's cot, the infant squirming and crying, as he absently repaired the damage to the room, Snape cradling Lily's body, checking over her before sobbing in relief as he found her still alive, still breathing.
Dumbledore sighed, picking up the infant and soothing it to sleep, looking with sadness in his eyes at the dead child in the second crib.
" Severus ... The Muggles will come soon, i'm sure that Voldemort has drawn attention to this place. We must go. "
He vanished Voldemort's robes and remains, carrying the small child as he left, Severus and Hagrid following him as they departed, taking the two living occupants of Godric's Hollow with them, along with every trace of Wizarding Britain.
* Timeskip *
The front door to Godric's Hollow was broken down with a smash, armed officers storming through, checking the house, quickly reporting one deceased male in the living room, severe damage to the upper levels. A female officer storming into the nursery, and choking up at the sight of the dead three year old. Preparing to report it when said child awoke with a gasp, green eyes flying open in a panic as it began screaming. The officer quickly removed her helmet, dropping her gear and walking over quickly to pick him up, hugging him and trying to calm him down as she carried him out of the house, making sure to prevent him from seeing his fathers corpse. The Wizarding World thought him dead, but Harry James Potter would live on. And he would return.
* Timeskip *
Little Harry Potter was four years old, bruises and open cuts on his back from the belt buckle as he lay on the mattress in his cupboard, crying quietly as he wished his Parents would come and save him.
* Timeskip *
Harry was six, and he had been thrown into his cupboard after being beaten for burning the bacon, nursing the burns on his arms from the grease as his eyes darkened in anger. Never noticing as they healed.
* Timeskip *
Harry was ten, and he was being beaten again. His uncle was mad, and accusing him of cheating using his freakishness to get a better test grade than Dudley. Harry clenched his eyes shut from the pain, before Vernon went flying, crashing into the wall and putting a large dent in it as Harry opened his eyes in confusion, Petunia letting out a loud shriek. His eyes were yellow.
* Timeskip *
Harry was now nearly eleven, and he considered himself the Lord and Master of Privet Drive. He had soon figured out almost a year ago that he was not a freak. he was special. he could make things move with ought touching them, lightning could come from his hands when he was angry. He was strong. He was not weak anymore. He killed Dudley's friend Piers when the boy hit him. Watched him rise into the air and choked by something unseen, watched his lifeless body fall to the ground with ought a single mark.
He decided, watching the fear and terror in both Dudley and Pier's eyes, that Murder was fun, but only if it was subtle. To watch everyone suspect he did something, but have no proof at all ... it was thrilling. Intoxicating. Harry decided he liked Murder. Later that day he changed his name, he did not want to hold his parent's name. They were weak. He was not. They abandoned him, he was alive. He would not be related to them. He would change his name to Kallig