Voldermort

Voldemort, was a disappointment and no matter how many times I read Harry Potter to find any redeeming qualities of the man I am met with disappointment, There were so many simple ways he could've gone about his goals, and easily at that but he just always has to be dramatic about it, I speculate that all those Horcrux's really messed with his head. I sighed in dejection at the villain and drifted off to sleep.

My eyes fluttered open and It felt more like I hadn't slept in weeks I looked around to realize I'm surrounded by dreary forestry, and this black haze all around me, as I looked around in panic I saw my reflection on a puddle and did the only thing that seemed sane, I screamed! The demonic voice I belted out let me know that I was awake and this wasn't some elaborate dream I've cooked up, I was about to break down on myself doubting my sanity when a whole series of memories flashed through my head, From the days at an orphanage to rituals and murder, and oh the massacres, They would've made the strongest of men break, then it hit me, the familiarity and the horror, I was the wraith of Voldemort!, I was the abomination that took lives at his pleasure and tortured for his amusement, And I wasn't even completely whole, I was his Wraith!

For days I was processing the new memories I had and lamenting my misfortune for waking up as this disappointment, I was about to go into another rant of insanity and curse the heavens or whatever Gods that exist when the memory of the night before my plight flashed through my mind, I realized how much better I could've been as him, 'I could've been him, but better' , The thought hummed in my head repeating on and on, enough to drown out my insane rants and made me think, Really think, 'My life before now, Do I even want it back?'. My life had been nothing if not mediocre and I would've died like just another face in the crowd, but here I can change things, I am already someone, and I can turn that someone from the villain he is to a household name greater than Merlin. Determination lit my eyes like a blaze, 'Ahhhhhh' I Screamed in fright at the Blood red glowing eyes in the puddle, oh.... it's only me!, I laughed at my own amusing antics only to shiver at how demonic my voice was, Dark Lord for the win!

Weeks passed and I had gone through my memories new and old, being a natural Occlumense helped in recalling everything to the minute details, I finally had a plan to get my body back, As I was going through the memories I realised the longer I remained in this form the more my humanity is lost and still having a conscience I would prevent that at all costs. Tom riddles memories were a treasure trove of knowledge, and it wasn't all dark, He was highly accomplished in all forms of magic and I was gonna make use of all of it to further my goals.

I had gone through my knowledge enough to begin the first phase of my plan, I mustered up all the magic I could and called out, " Dobby!", a soft pop sounded in front of me and I saw the bumbling little elf I've come to love from the series, I didn't want to risk it escaping so I attacked its mind aiming for possession. Screams of incomprehensible pain were heard from the House-elf, I was glad that my conscience was eroded enough for guilt to not interfere with the task. For days on end, the screaming continued and I was stripping control from the creature to me, slowly but surely and it took me a week to finally subdue its psyche. Waking from a successful possession I walked up to a puddle to see that the Elf's skin has gone completely black, blemishes and deformities from punishments completely gone and eyes were scarlet red with an eerie glow, I smirked at my first accomplishment in this world and fist pumped " the return of Volder-elf",I sweatdropped at the realisation that my former personality was still dominant but relaxed at the realisation that it would aid in stopping the loss of my humanity, I sat down to meditate on the Elf's memories, I was delightfully surprised that the elf was allowed access to the Malfoy Vaults along with the Lestrange mansion , I popped to Malfoy Manor, It was an Old English house that screamed aristocracy with a dab of French architecture and it was no doubt built to portray their wealth , I popped to where Dobby had seen the Horcrux and grabbed Toms Diary.

As I held it I felt like a part of me was whole again and it reconfirmed my belief that I was proceeding in the right direction, Voldemort was a fool to have split his soul, The theory that a wizards magic comes from the soul was confirmed by this as well, and baffled it me immensely at the sheer absurdity of Voldermort, Imagine the power he would have with a complete soul if a mere fraction could allow him to contest Albus Dumbledore. I shook my head in amusement and popped to the library. I spent months going through every book in the Malfoy library and vaults, I also Pilfered enough gold along with the wands in the Malfoy collection, Being a house-elf gave me the right magic to be low-key and untraceable as I was invisible throughout the process. I popped to the Lestrange mansion in hopes of finding a vault key, The house was dismal and it gave me the impression of a haunted house, I ransacked the house of anything valuable and popped it all to Riddle Manor, It stood on a hill overlooking the village, some of its windows boarded, tiles missing from its roof, and ivy spreading unchecked over its face. Once a fine-looking manor, and easily the largest and grandest building for miles around, the Riddle House was now damp, derelict, and unoccupied, I Used inherent house-elf magic to fix up the dungeons to hold all that I had taken from my former loyalists and proceeded with my tasks. I popped to The Lestrange Vaults and grabbed the Hufflepuff's Cup and anything of value, I then proceeded to the Room of requirements at Hogwarts, I wasn't worried about good old Dumbles finding out for if a teacher can go about under his nose under possession what hope does he have of detecting a house elf, scoffing at the absurdity of the magical world, I seized everything in the room to sort out later and I popped to Riddle Manor. I had everything ready for making myself whole again, thereby almost halting the degradation of my soul, The Diary, The Ring, The Cup and the Diadem, I've got all but The locket and Harry, so I called out to the one person that could fix half my problem, " Kreacher" A soft pop later in front of me hunched and ragged stood the mangiest elf that had been haunting Grimmauld place like a vengeful spirit, "Dobby, No!, You are no Elf, You are Dark, so very Dark, A wizard!" He said in a withered voice, I didn't bother explaining it to him and I pointed him to the Relics so as to gain his attention, when he felt their aura he screeched in disgust and yelled incomprehensibly, "Bring me the Locket and I will complete your masters last wish" I said laced with compulsion charms, He stared at me for a long while trying to appraise my honesty, but the compulsion won over as it nodded and popped to retrieve the relic. " You will know when it is done"I whispered as I held Salazar's Locket. Now, with the pieces all in place, it was time to regain a complete soul.

The next few days were spent in setting up the ritual to merge my soul, The process was already there to counteract the process of creating the horcrux and it needed the catalyst of feeling genuine remorse, which was simple as murder was against my morals and replaying the memories of each act brought both genuine repentance to facilitate the ritual, I've also researched extensively on the subject and successful modified it so as to purge the personalities from each piece, I wouldn't want the real Voldermort taking over my psyche, to acquire the final piece I've Strengthened the link to Harry potter through a ritual thereby cutting off the need for him to be present for it, That was the hardest for me to do but this new mind I've acquired is nothing to scoff at as Tom Riddle already had contingencies in place, he created a way to remotely acquire a part of his soul if it were to ever fall into the wrong hands, I just had to modify the process to suit a living vessel as Harry's soul would have interfered with the process. Once everything was ready I lay at the centre of the ritual circle and waited as the ambient magic saturating the air power the ritual, as the clock struck 12, I Screamed as the ritual activated itself and it didn't take even a second for Dobbys body to explode in blood and gore the rise in power was too much for the fragile body of an elf. Time passed slowly and I for one was having a very intimate moment with my soul, I could feel myself whole again when I woke, I was a wraith once again, but this time I was not like the empty shell I started off as, I felt power and more control of my mind and my appearance could pass off as a dementor if not for their ability to absorb positive emotions, I wasn't done admiring myself when I saw Kreacher pop in, all according to plan I screeched into his body acquiring means of completing my tasks. The process took mere moments and I wasn't even winded in relation to when I first did this, Kreachers body had healed completely and was now as black as the darkest Night, the magic coursing through me was intoxicating, until I coughed up blood, I then realized the power boost had reduced the duration i could inhabit a single body so i quickly popped to black manor and robbed the place blind before my connection to its wards break, After that was done it was time for Phase 2.I popped to the house of Barty Crouch, hoping to find a blindly loyal accomplise to my schemes and I surveyed the house to find it all but abandoned if not for Junior and a house-elf I proceeded to the room and I knocked out Winky, I grabbed Barty Crouch Junior and popped to Riddle mannor , " who what, what are you?" rasped the man as he barely stood up from a long period of imprisonment " I am a house elf sent by the dark lord to give you a mission" I said darkly and his eyes widened " the dark lord!, I knew that brat couldnt have defeated him!, I will not fail him, what do i have to do?" I described the ritual he needed to concoct and provided him with the means to acquire the ingredients, leaving him to his own musing I glamoured myself to the form of a child and I popped to Little Whinging, Surrey.

I saw little potter going to school so I decided to use his monster of a cousin for my plan, I gave him a vial and compelled him to brutally take the blood I need for the ritual, after a few hours I was smiling in glee at a mission accomplished. Becoming Voldemort has had consequences on my psyche and I know that, but it is too late to fix those and I may need these little personality defects if I am to fix this world.I've always wondered about Harry's ability for parseltongue and the books in the black Library confirmed my theory, In order to be a parselmouth, you need to be born one, for it is a genetic addition to your vocal cords that allow it. The piece of Voldemort's soul cannot physically allow him to speak it. With that theory confirmed I decided to Use the bones of Lily Evans Potter for the ritual, She was magical and also was most definitely from a prominent line, ironic considering that Harry Potter will be a pureblood then. The research I've done confirms that bone of the father is a symbolic representation of parents so its no issue using her bones, considering me and Potter are linked making it foolproof.

Months passed and Potter was at Hogwarts now, and It was Almost Halloween when everything had come together for my resurrection, I had blocked my connection to the Protean Charms on the Death Eaters, as it would not do to change the status quo of the death eaters before I am ready, I had charmed Harry's pet Hedwig to show me everything that goes on at Hogwarts and there is not much excitement if not for Dumbledore personally teaching defence and Quirrell had remained the Muggle Studies teacher. It looks like a peaceful year for Potter, he was still a Gryffindor and Ronald Weasley was still his best friend, Hermione was with them too, it appears that Quirrell would have let the troll go by mistake even without Voldemort manipulations. I was broken out of my musings when Crouch Jr told me that the ritual was ready. It was dreary and the magic in the graveyard was suffocating, I had modified the ritual in a way that flesh of the servant could be substituted with the full magic saturated body of Kreature, basilisk and Pheonix blood along with the heart of a pureblood Veela, sue me for being vain.

Crouch begins the ritual causing magic to hum with fever; he chants, "Bone of the father, unknowingly given. You will renew your son!" Barty sends it into the cauldron. He takes the substitutes, the vials of blood the heart and I lower myself into the cauldron, he continues haltingly, "Flesh of the servant willingly given you will revive your master." he collects the blood in the vial and as he drips it into the cauldron, he chants, "blood of the enemy forcibly taken ,you will resurrect your foe." With that said Barty Crouch Jr collapsed by the pressure that magic was forcing on the graveyard, Hours passed and from the children rose the boy, The ritual had succeeded all too well, His appearance divine in every sense of the word, bright green eyes and silver hair along with an athletic physique, but the power he radiated was palpating causing the rubble around him to move with his stride to clear the way. I conjured a mirror and admired myself, It seems that use of the house-elf has made my use of magic instinctive, as I suspected, I wandlessly vanished all signs of the ritual and grabbed Barty to Pop to the manor, only to stop and realise that I've gained the house-elves method of apparition, this is a great boon considering most don't put up Wards for it.

I dressed myself and sat down to focus on my occlumency, this was the first time I was going to do it and it was going to be the last, I organised all my memories and modified them to show the play that would act as a decoy for my new life as lord Slytherin, I wouldn't want anyone suspecting me of being Voldemort before everything was ready, I decided to use something from my previous life and Made my mindscape in the form of a Computer, This era has yet to see it so there won't be anyone that can make sense of it if I were under legilamency. and Afterward I spent days Legilamencing Crouch to condition him as my butler, which was really cause I needed an Alfred to my Batman, It was a success and I conditioned him to cater to all my needs. I've also already gone through all the books in the library and my duelling skills were more than equal to Dumbledore, if not better with my wandless magic, If only I was going about my goals the physical way I would have marked it as a major achievement.

Phase 2 was finally over. Now comes the final phase to getting my life back together, Integrating into soceity, I used the Dark mark to forcefully apparate Igor Karkaroff to the manor, the head master of durmstrung appeared in his pyjamas looking mighty hilarious and if not for the look of utter fear on his face I wouldve found it amusing " Igor" was all I said and he knelt on the ground shaking " My lord, I did not mean to betray you," was all he could stutor out before I used legilamency on him, I went through his mind and it was clear the dog would go to which way the wind is blowing, Deciding to modify his memories extensively to give myself an alibi, I made him think that Barty was his blood adopted son and that both of them were tasked by the last slytherins to raise their heir in secret, I made extensive memories that could provide for that along with private tutor sessions, Afterwards I took some of his blood and mixed it with the dark potion I got from the black mansion used for blood adoption, I mixed a little house elf blood to boot to aid my loyal follower, " drink" was all I said and he chugged it down, I watched in amazement as he writh on the floor in pain and finally stopped, I used some pheonix tears to relieve his pain and he rose slowly, he looked much like a younger Karkaroff and could defenitly pass for his son, I eneverted Karkoroff and checked for any mistakes in his conditioning, satisfied with my work we used a portkey to Durmsturng.

The ritual I used de-aged me till I was 14 years old, so I am still unable to take lordship of my houses, But it was all according to plan, I was enrolled into Durmstrung as a ward under Karkoroff and integrated with the daily happenings easily, I took my OWLS and NEWTS together under special consideration and Passed with All outstanding, I then proceeded to go for my masters in Potions, Transfiguration, DADA and Charms to keep my image up, it was all formalities as the knowledge I possess was spades above what I was learning. I also started playing in the quidditch leagues as Thomas Evans, I used this name to keep myself hidden and also to mess with Dumbledore, later on, I was the reserve Seeker to the Bulgarian team and was racking up a lot of publicity for my looks, I was honestly quite worried about all this as I didn't want to attract the wrong attention but it was needed for a successful political career. I had maxed out my skill with compulsion charms with the start of my career in Quidditch as the fangirls were relentless and ravenous as wolfs, I had my flings at the start with random cheerleaders and some Veela but now I just seclude myself from the commotion.

I've visited a lot of countries and come to be on the first name basis with most ministers, It helped that Karkaroff being my ward conveying that I was definitely a pureblood, Slowly but surely the pieces were coming together, it won't be long before my plans truly start beginning. I haven't stopped observing the life of Harry Potter and to say the least it was uninteresting, The first year was dull and since no one moved to take the philosophers stone It was destroyed by Dumbledore, I scoffed at the mans absurdity, Would a 700 year old legend give his most prized possession to a child, of course not, I once again shook my head at the absurdity of the events that would've taken place had I not taken over as Voldemort. Harry's second year was completely normal, I saw that Ginny Weasley has gotten the Diary again but considering its a fake I planted so that Lucius wouldn't panic the poor girl just got some new stationery, and Harry had the most normal school year ever, and considering that the Weasleys did not go on their little vacation to Egypt with the remunerations from Ginny's possession, Sirius Black had no reason to escape Azkaban, This led to another normal school year for young Harry. But the fourth year will be where my dramatic reveal finally be happening.