Dark Lord of Salvatore

01

ISDH

DLS

Harry drug himself to the gates of Kings Cross Station. To think, just thirty minutes ago, he was pleased to be alive…

[flashback]

He was running through the hedge maze from hell. He had to stun Krum who was attacking De'Lacour. After firing red sparks to announce that help was needed, he soldered on. The Sphinx's riddle was simple by her people's standards, but Harry lucked out. As he burst into the final clearing, he saw Cedric limping towards the cup. Only the goat sized spider closing on his six, was not limping. Harry threw an overpowered piercing hex at the spider, watching as it slid under the drooping arm of the Yellow and Black dressed Champion. Except the blow back from the spell threw the lighter wizard into the 'Cup… and both vanished in the blue flash of a portkey.

He landed on the 'Cup, (Thank We'Jess it was enchanted unbreakable) and painfully rolled to his feet.

"Ah, Mr Potter. I see you made it. Stun him." A high pitched voice drew his attention to a hunched shadowed form beside the biggest cauldron Harry had ever seen. As the hunched form started to fire stun hexes at him, Harry began to block and dodge as he needed to… until he passed infront of a gothic tombstone, that dropped its stone scythe across his chest, and drew him snug to the stone.

"Your Father taught me that one." a voice Harry recognized. [Expelliarmus] [Silenceo]

Wormtail.

His wand was ripped from his tired fingers, as he was knocked back into the carved marble. He knew he had no chance of making any noise.

"Well done, Wormtail." the high pitched voice sounded to sneer. "The Potion is ready. Begin the ritual! Put me in my Bath!"

Wormtail, stepped into the Full-moon-light, the hood of his cloak falling away. The last year had not been kind to the Rat-mage. He stowed the two wands, before exposing the bundle in his other arm. A twisted, burned, and rotten baby. The bent man eased the … thing into the roiling boiling effervesce. 'Please Dear Goddess, let that … Thing die!' Wormtail turned toward Harry, drawing a black and silver damascus sickle from under his robes in his left hand. With his right he drew out his wand, and drew himself up before Potter.

"Bone of the Father, Unknowingly Given; you will Rebuild your Child!"

The Ground split at Harry's feet, as a Femur was extracted from within. As the bone was added to the soup, Wormtail stowed his wand, and steadied himself, as he extended his right arm over the Cauldron…

"Flesh of the Servant, Willingly Offered; you will Rebirth your Master!"

The sickle fell, and Peter's arm fell into the stewpot, cut perfectly in at the center of his arm. Arm still dripping, he turned to face Harry. A flick of the sickle, he sliced open the left sleeve, before dragging the blade deeply along the back of the tricep, coating the blade thickly in the lad's blood.

"Blood of the Enemy, Forcibly Taken; you will Repower your Rival!

He scraped the blade clean, as the foaming bath began to swirl counterclockwise…

The foam first turned white, before throwing a column of light into the sky…

BOOOM!

A mushroom cloud appeared over the Iron Pot. When the smoke cleared, a … sexless person stood in the center of the Cauldron. He hurtled over the edge with ease. "Robe me!" Wormtail did the best he could with only hand. "My Wand." A dark copy of Harry's wand was pulled out and offered to the newly risen. "Your Arm."

"Thank you milord." Wormtail crawled forward, offering his bleeding stump.

"Fool! Your other arm!" The Rat-mage was quick to offer his forearm, and his dark-mark to his master. The Wand-tip glowed like a freshly snuffed match, as it was pressed into the smaller mage's arm. He screams, as the wood touches his flesh, and it only feeds the monster standing over him.

'His' back was to Harry, so the boy saw the scale that crested over the crown of 'Tom's' head, darken, as the strip ran down his back. Harry squinted at the crown of his head… was that feather's sprouting into a crown. A whistling sound filled the air as wizards and a couple of witches touched down in a smoky flight.

"Ah...My Faithful…" Tom smiled benignly. "Or are you?!" He thundered. The circle dropped to their knees.

Malfoy removed his mask, "Milord, with your so called 'Death and Defeat', Those of us that could, slipped the chains of the Law, and continued your Good Work from the Shadows. These Ten long years, I have held two thirds of Magical Britain in a choking coil, milking it for every coin I can. I always knew the second you Stepped a toe on our home soil, that My Coffers and Vaults would be yours to call on. I personally have the ear of the Minister, if not the Minister himself. I have always been your velvet glove...You have but to squeeze." his head dropped.

"Malfoy. Your Honeyed tongue saves you once again… but I need to show my displeasure at having to wait almost fifteen years to once more stand before you all. Do I … Nott!" The wand lashed out, catching a male three paces to Malfoy's left. [Crucio] the kneeling wizard spasmed like a rat chewing on a 220 line. Tom chuckled as his pun. "Wormtail, Come here." as the whimpering mage hobbled on his knees to the albino feathered freak… Harry noticed that the veins on the back of his hands and around his eyes were darkening. "Those who Serve me, who have value, who go above and beyond making me a few gold coins…" Tom grabbed Peter's right upper arm, lifting it to show the bleeding stump to the circle. "Not only did this most pathetic of you do in one season, that you could not in ten years, He offered up his own wand hand and arm, to me. In my Name! For my Rebirth! And what does he ask in return…" Riddle glared at the cowering masses. "All he wants is to Serve me to the best of his ability!" Tom took a deep breath, "And so he shall!" a quick swirl and twist of his wand, and a glob of silver 'putty' attached itself to the stump of the arm, before forming into a perfect, flawless hand.

Riddle leaned on the Cauldron, as he counted on his fingers his list of things he needed to do tonight;

" Ritual check

2. Summon minions check

3. Token Punishment check

4. Token Reward check

5. Taunt and Kill Potter uh?"

He turned to look at Harry, now leaning on the scythe, pinning him to the headstone. "Ah, Mister Potter!" the newly arisen wizard called with false cheer. "How are you enjoying the night's entertainment?"

Harry made a few hand signs at his mouth.

"Hm?" Tom looked at Wormtail who was just now regaining his feet. "Is there something wrong about the Boy?"

"When the Brat was not stuffing face, talking quiditch, or bad mouthing Malfoy's sprog, he was complaining that Potter was all Hot air and Luck.'' The Rat-faced Weasel was working his new hand, not paying attention to the Master. The only reason anyone ever listened to him was because of the Gold he never shared with his 'best mate', the bleeding wanker, if he had the length." Peter blinked as he turned to look at the Albino standing over him, the Feather Crown was raised, to make Riddles head look larger. "Of course I silenced Potter before we started, milord." he cowered.

The Snake-man flicked his wand at Harry, and Harry felt the spells on him being stripped away. The Statue was still holding him, and he was unarmed, but his mouth now worked, and he had nothing to lose.

"Hey Tom. Long time no see." He flashed that cocky Potter grin. The Feathered Crown Snapped down in anger, at the name, then folded to the side in confusion. "Been what… two years since the Chamber of Secrets?" he leaned on the stone shaft across his chest. "Or do you even know of that one? It has been three years since I got the stone before you did. I was told that it was destroyed, but I trust that Bearded Wanker even less than you do now."

$And how did you find the Chamber?$ Riddle hissed.

"Oh that." Harry answered in english, he did not consider Tom to be snake enough, "A Ghost of yours tried to possess a friend of mine, in a dual thrust attack back in '92-93. The master mind slipped a cursed object into the Position of the youngest of a ministry subdirector that was hounding him, and a major Dumbledor supporter. By Samheign your ghost started making itself known. By Yule, the Muggleborn were dropping like stones." Then Harry lost his smile, "Then Malfoy junior faced me before the whole school. A Duel. We were to use the disarming hex only. The Gryffindor in Snakes clothing, instead summoned a black mamba. She was Pissed. She turned what she saw as the closest threat… a Hufflepuff First-gen. I yelled at her to stop. She did. Only everybody did not hear what I did. I thought I was speaking the Queen's English. They heard me hissing. Everyone thought I was the Heir."

"I Am the Heir!" Tom bellowed.

"You are a half Blood." Harry smiled at the man, as his veins continued to darken and spread.

Everyone froze.

"Yes, you inbred Sheep!" Harry Yelled, "You Purebloods who 'Bow before No One' belly crawl before a halfblood. Born of a Squib by a Muggle! I at least am from a First-Gen by a Pureblood. And My Mother still holds records in OWLs and NEWTs. She was working on both a Potions Mastery and a Charms Mastery, while being courted by the D.o.M.. That was not including what she was doing to fight for the so-called light."

"Silence Child. You know not of what you speak." A hooded and Masked witch snarled as she stood.

"Now my Dear Alecto." A Wizard that could be a dark copy of Malfoy spoke up. "Before we set our new Oath's in blood, because I remember mine including the words 'until Death releases me.'. Dumbledor declared him dead, the Ministry declared him dead, and the Goblins declared that his body was vaporized. Him returning to life, means we can turn back the clock fifteen years? Okay let's hear what he has to say. I care not about Blood unless I am spilling it. What I find distasteful is this brand that he uses to subjugate us." others grumbled.

"One more thing Tommy Boy." Harry cocked his head to the side, "Is your chest supposed to look like that?" it was now covered in a black spiderweb of blood vessels.

Tom Riddle looked down, before ripping his robes open exposing his full upper body. It was riddled with black blood vessels… and a putrid smell of rot poured out of his robes. "What Have you done to me?"

"Me? Nothing. That is all you and Wormtail. You had him use my blood, forcefully taken. Had I been any other wizard, not only would you now be my brother if not scion, you could have siphoned off my magic, adding it to yours. But in Second year, I tried to save my friend who ended up with your diary. I followed her down the shute, and through the Door. There I met you, draining the life out of an eleven year old witchling, crowing like a cock on a walk. I was too skilled for a fifth year like you to take, not while you were half dead anyhow. So you called on Her. The Headmaster's Bird blinded Her, while we played hide n seek in the tunnels. I hurried back to the main chamber thinking I had lost Her, pulling a Sword from the Sorting Hat. No idea what I was going to do with a sword, as I had less training with a blade than I do with a Wand. All I know is the pointy end goes in the other guy. And it did. Right through her mouth, into her brain. But one of her fangs caught my arm. Pulling the fang from my arm, I stabbed the book with it, killing your ghost."

Tom paled. Which was a feat as he was 'albino alabaster' already. "How did you survive the bite?"

"Fawx cried into my wounds, healing them, and countering the venom in my blood." Then Harry grinned widely as he remembered that night many years ago in the forest. "Oh, you took it without permission." he chuckled. "Where is the knife? Hmm? Can you show us that? hmm? Can you not?"

Wormtail scrambled in the grass beside the Cauldron, before holding up a pock marked sickle, just before it cracked and crumbled away.

"Yes." Harry hummed from his binding. "You, Forcefully Taking, took Blood and Venom, but the Tears stayed with me." He cocked his head to the side, "Or just the protect of the Tears. They could be purifying your… whatever that thing Wormtail slipped into the pot to start tonight's sport." He stood up. "The way I see it, you have two options before you. You can try to kill me or you can run to get a Potion Master to brew you something to prevent you from losing everything you gained this last year." the Wand came up, pointed right at Harry's forehead, at the scar. "Do you have the Magic to waste on killing me? After all you know where Dumbledor expects me to be September First."

"Wormtail! You Failed Me!" Riddle turned towards the assembled. "I will be summoning you in a week. Be ready." then he was gone.

At the words 'Failed Me', Peter's new Hand had gone from hanging at his side to clutching his throat, squeezing the life out of him. One by One, each of the Robed members stood, then vanished. Some with a twist and a 'crack'. Others with a flash of blue light. Three just kicked off, riding black trails into the night sky.

The Black 'Malfoy' stepped over to the lad bound by stone. He removed his silver mask, as he watched the chubby wizard sputter his last. Speaking to Harry, while never looking at him, "My Daughter. I do not want her caught up in this. She is trying to throw herself at the Malfoy sprog, puppy love. I hear that you regularly trounce his ass, or would if Snape did not keep covering it. My Wife died three years ago, complications from giving birth to my son and heir. My Little Flower…" He Paused, "I have No idea what I can ask you to do, but I needed to ask. The Parkinsons and Potters were business partners and Rivals, going back at least five generations."

"I did not know that." Harry chuckled. "This Year was the first I learned anything of the Potter House Legacy other than I have a few gold coins in the bank, and everyone within three generations is dead or imprisoned for crimes he did not commit."

"A few Gold coins, he says" the wizard turned to look at the lad. Harry just raised an eyebrow. Lord Parkenson looked like Guy Falwx. "Could I interest you in a Betrothal contract?"

Harry frowned, "I am willing to enter into talks, with exclusivity clauses, until we come to a full agreement. I have a few already, but my Account Manager is busy getting my Vaults in order. It seems someone, under the guise of my Magic Guardian, has been playing in my money bin. Not knowing which are in play, which are not. What I can buy out off, and what I need to face. Heiress Bones had to use her connection with Hogwarts Chosen Champion to get past Dum-dum's watch-dog. She demanded to know why I was slighting her House. I did not know I was. I am muggle raised, but Dum-dum told everyone I was being raised by magical folk." He patted the Scythe shaft, "Can I get out? Once I get to my relatives place, I will send you my Owl. We can arrange the details then."

Parkinson flicked his wand, "I await your owl." Twist and crack, he was gone.

Harry picked his way over to the now dead Peter, and dug through his robes until he found his wand. As he was pulling his hand out, a cold liquid encircled his wrist. He watched as it first became a gauntlet, before shrinking down into a silver cuff, carved with a owl motif around a ruby the size of a human eye. Harry noticed that the Arm was missing. "Behave." A feeling like a cat purring in the back of his mind warmed his core. First he shrunk the body, and into a pocket. He waved his wand over, vanishing any residue, before he shrunk it too, and put it into another pocket. Before he could stow his wand in a pocket, the cuff grabbed it, and 'ate' it.

Harry blinked, and then flicked his wrist as if brandishing his wand, and it snapped perfectly into his fingers, before he released it only for it to vanish. 'Nice." He turned to find the 'Cup. As he picked it up, he felt the now familiar feeling of the naval hook… "Tits of Takhisissss!" he yelled as he was yanked into the void.

DSL

Holding the Cup to the side, Harry slammed into the turf of the Pitch. He would know this mix of Highland Green Clover and Welsh Blue Rush anywhere. Hagrid guarded the blend of seed and dung ratios tighter than a Goblin Vault.

"Ask you shall receive!" One of the Twins using Lee's Broadcasting system, to a silent crowd.

"Can I Get an 'Amen!'?" Lee broadcast not a Breath later, and every Muggleborn and muggle raised exploded back with a roar of "AMEN!"

"And now we go live to our on scene reporter, Luna Good-Loving." The other twin called out.

"Brother mine. Not having tried the witch yet, her being so underaged, but I believe you meant to say Lovegood. Her Name is Luna Lovegood."

"Oh! Will the Girls hold that against me?"

"No." Lee answered in the tone of the straight man, "They are going to hold it against both of you, and me for letting talking me into this. Luna, just get to Harry, find out what Happened!"

"Fred, George, too bad you will be out of the school when I decide to see just how Good I am." there were no dreamy tones in her voice, as she was picking her closer to the boy laying spread eagle, face down in the grass. "Okay Lee, I am here. I am not getting closer until Madam Poppy has at least turned him face up. From here, I can see his left sleeve is slashed, and blood is both crusting and oozing from the tricep area of the arm. Nurse Poppy has arrived. Okay she has scanned him… Now she is yelling for a stretcher. Lee, head for the infirmary, so you can catch up on anything I miss." she moved closer as the medi-witch rolled Harry onto the stretcher.

Luna got close enough for her mike-wand to pick up the conversation between Potter and Pomphery. "Nurse Poppy, I told you, I am fine. I just really Hate Portkey travel. I never land on my Feet."

"My Scan says otherwise." the nurse scolded the wizard.

"Your Scans Always say otherwise." Harry retorted, as he lay there. "Otherwise no one would spend the night in your Bed and Breakfast!" half the muggle born laughed at that, before explaining to their purer blooded friends. "I just need to catch my breath, before I call the DMLE."

"My dear Boy." Albus had arrived. "Why would you need to call the DMLE?"

"Alby, ole chap." Harry grinned at the greybeard. "It is a House Potter matter. Ah Susan, Dear. There you are. Be a Love, and call Aunty Amy, would you? Poppy has all but strapped me to this board and is preparing to drag me to her lair. Ah Luna, there you are. I need my Pussies (everybody around him froze, Albus choked on his Lemon-drop) with me. A Calico tabby and a chocolate longhair.

In chorus, " . Language!"

"Damn Luna, you work fast." Luna dimpled, as Harry turned to the Headmaster. "Alby, ol boy. Something to look into. Who set the cup in the center of the maze?"

"Moody said…" Mood started to limp away, only for harry's wand to snap out, and he murmured [Accio Moody's leg.] the fake leg was wrenched off the fleaing wizards hip, as Harry was too quick to just pull the wizard… the leg went flying into the stands, as 'Moody' fell face first into the turf.

Madam Bone pushed through the crowd to stand beside Albus. "Headmaster, perhaps you can tell me why I received a red flag summons from my Heir?" she frowned as her words were blared about overhead.

"Ah, Aunty Amy. I asked for Susie to call you. Not trusting Alby nor Fudgy not to ignore or hide the truth, a truth that needs to be known. Tom Riddle has a new body. Evil-Moody over there knows more, but Alby will lock it away, and Corny… will panic and do something stupid. In my left pocket, you will find a doll. Only it is not. Black is not guilty of the crimes he is accused of. See to it please." the monocled witch dug out a mangled figure, missing half of its right arm. "Now Nurse Poppy is dragging me off to her lair… here kitty kitty!"

The stretcher was lifted, and hovered at the knee of the Medi-witch. Bones made a hand sign, and two of her Aurors broke away to follow. Luna sided close to the Director, almost hiding in her Robes. "Shacklebolt. Runcorn. Sit on 'Moody'. Nobody, and I mean NO Body, gets close to him, until I am finished with him." two men quickly stunned and picked up the old auror.

Albus feeling a shift in the atmosphere, "Perhaps we should take this to my Office?"

"Good Idea." Fudge was never one to talk policy in the open.

"Lead on." Bones waved a hand towards the castle, "Maybe everyone could gather in the Great Hall out of the weather, and get something to eat?"

"Good Idea." Albus smiled at her, his eyes twinkling. "I will make it so."

As the crowds began to move like the well trained sheeple that they were, Bones turned and tapped Luna on the Head, causing her to fade from sight. As She hoped whoever was backing Luna lovegood in her Prank saw what went down. "Okay People, we are moving the Show to the Great Hall. Once everybody is seated and everything, we will talk to those who lost to our great Harry Potter. Then we will try to get a word from the Great One himself."

[flashback end]

As Harry pushed through the stone pillar, into the Muggle side, he was intercepted by a blond woman in a sharp pants suit. Dark silk, with a coat of arms pin on the lapel.

"Mister Potter." He could tell she used the full word of mister, "I am here to offer you a place in a very exclusive school in Virginia, in the States."

"Harry, You're blocking the Gate." Hermione stepped through behind him, dragging her trunk as well.

"Hermione Granger?" the woman asked, digging a set of index cards from an inner pocket. "How?"

"Coffee shop." Harry sighed. Turning away from the front gate of the station. The two females followed in his wake.