A/N: In response to a challenge I found on DarklordPotter . net by Amerison.
Chapter One - The Prophecy
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...
Location: Privet Drive
Date: Summer vacation after fifth year
The power the dark lord knows not… What could it possibly be, Harry wondered to himself. He was lying in his bed ignoring the fact that he was responsible for Sirius's death as he tried to get to sleep. Harry sighed, and wiped the sweat off his brow caused by the warm summer night looming over Privet Drive. Harry resolved to find out this power the dark lord knows not as soon as possible, after all this would enable him to defeat Voldemort and all that… BANG!
Harry jumped with a start. He heard something! It sounded like the door was being broken down. Looking around he grabbed his taped glasses and his Holly wand, staggered towards the door, and opened it as quietly as he could. What was going on?
Vernon Dursley was having a nice year, he had gotten a big promotion and a raise, his son was the boxing champion of the junior league, and his wife was as beautiful as ever. Then the freak had to spoil it. He couldn't wait for the freak to go off to his freaky friends' house, so he could take his wonderful family on a cruise he had been eyeing for years. Yes, life was pretty good with the exception of the freaks.
His eyelids flickered open at the sound of the main door being banged open. He rose up and swaggered for the light switch. "What the bloody hell is going on?"
Petunia moaned in her sleep, and she too soon woke up. Her eyes reflected the terror she was feeling, "What's going on Vernon?" They both went to the door, and peaking through it saw nobody was in the hallway. Nobody but the freak that is, "What the hell are you doing boy?" Vernon roared at Harry's startled face. "I swear I will lock you up in the cupboard for making this racket!"
"Uncle Vernon, shh!" Harry hissed, looking around frantically. Vernon frowned and lumbered towards the staircase. Nobody was there. "Who do you think you are waking me up? Don't you know I have to go to work in the morning, boy!" His face was turning red with rage. He raised his chubby fist and swung at Harry's face, only to be stopped by a voice that sent chills up Harry's spine.
Location: Little Hangleton, Graveyard.
Date: Fourth year, triwizard tournament.
Voldemort roared with rage as Harry was transported out of the graveyard by the triwizard cup, a return portkey. He looked around at his mostly loyal followers and scowled in annoyance. "Prepare for an Azkaban raid tomorrow night. Now go."
His voice carried over the wind, and the death eaters were happy to evade his wrath. They all apparrated out with the exception of wormtail.
Voldemort frowned at him, "Well? What do you want?"
"Master…? Would you like me to spy on the ministry?" Wormtail stammered out, his back bowed to the dark lord in submissiveness.
"Yes. Now go." Wormtail too apparrated out, leaving Voldemort alone in the graveyard. He sighed, before taking his yew wand, and lighting the path going to the Riddle house. He made his way straight to the parlour, where he took out some strong muggle whiskey. He needed a big break today.
Luckily for him, the ritual didn't make him the least bit tired, and besides now was not the time to sleep. Now was the time for ACTION! He had thirteen years to make plans, and he knew each and every endeavour he would partake in for the next five years at most.
Voldemort was nothing more than a slimy scaly half snake half human now. In truth it disgusted him, having the blood of Potter, and Wormtail running through his veins. It made him feel filthy, and scandalized.
Shuddering he leaned back into the sofa and took a sip of whiskey straight from the bottle. The house was shrouded with darkness, and he could feel the cold seeping into his bones. A quick flick of his wand, and the fireplace was roaring nicely.
He turned back to his thoughts. He had the blood of potter running through his veins and that disgusted-.
It was running through his veins. And that meant he had the same protection Potter had from his mother. So logic told him that the wards surrounding Harry could be easily broken. He knew Dumbledore would use some kind of love-powered ward to protect the boy. He could simply walk in and kill Potter. Of course he would have to wait to uncover the prophecy first… But now was not the time.
He had to do stuff first: Mobilize the werewolves and vampires, take control of his wayward spies in the ministry and… A crack of apparation stopped Voldemort's thoughts. He looked out the window and saw Severus Snape walking up the rarely trodden path towards the Riddle house.
Yes, he had business with him.
"My lord," Severus bowed and kissed the hem of Voldemort's black robes. He looked stressed and tired. "I apologize for the delay, Dumbledore is still a pain…"
"I have a mission for you, Severus." Voldemort smiled, a bit of a vindictive and conspirative one at that.
"I will do what you wish, my lord."
"I want you to find out where Harry Potter lives in the summer. Go back to Dumbledore."
Severus rose from his knees, and taking one last bow he apparrated out.
Voldemort smirked. Already his plans were solidifying. Now he just needed to find out what the prophecy was before he would actually launch an attack on Potter. Today he didn't really want to kill Potter.
No, he left the cup for a reason. The one thing he did not want under any circumstances was a repeat of what happened thirteen years ago. He shuddered and doubted his abilities to come back if something like that happened again.
Voldemort growled with displeasure as his death eaters left. They had gotten the prophecy destroyed, and they had paid in blood. He sighed, there was nothing that could be done. He had to move along with his plans now that the ministry discovered him.
I will destroy you myself.
Voldemort dressed in his best battle robes, and armed himself with his wonderful yew wand that had seen him through the years. The dark lord dressed and apparrated to Privet Drive. Quickly his magically enhanced eyes spotted the Order member under the invisibility cloak.
Moving with cool efficiency, he sneaked behind Hestia Jones' back, jabbed his wand into her neck, and muttered the severing curse. Her head fell off to the grass, as blood spurted out of her now beheaded neck. Voldemort ignored it, instead taking her cloak while walking towards the door like a wraith. He tried the unlocking charm on the door, but it didn't work.
"Damn wards." Voldemort considered simply blasting the door open, no doubt bringing Dumbledore and half the order here.
I will be done by then.
Waving his wand, he hissed, "Reducto." A low powered blasting charm that was good for saving energy at the very least. The door shuddered but didn't bang open. Voldemort cast the spell a few more times before the power of the wards broke and the door shattered open.
He sneaked up the stairs, invisible thanks to the cloak. He heard some shouting and grinned at the distraction the stupid muggle was providing. He drew his wand and calmly took aim.
Harry froze as the green light hit Vernon, making him fall to his knees, dead before he hit the floor. He saw a shimmering, and drew his wand as fast as he could. Or tried to.
Where is my wand? He thought desperately before running into his room with Voldemort hot on his heels.
"Petrificus Totalus." Harry froze, unable to move. His body swung to face the monster that made his life miserable.
Grinning, Voldemort swung Harry's wand mockingly over his face. "Looking for this?" He dropped it, and crunched it under his boot revelling in the sound of the twig snapping.
"Well, you have made my life hell Harry. No more of your little tricks now." Grinning evilly, Voldemort pointed his wand to Harry's scar. "Goodbye Potter." Harry could only look at the butt of Voldemort's wand in horror, as he tried to squirm out of the body bind spell to no avail.
"Avada Kedavra!" The jet of green light hit Harry's scar point blank, before shimmering into his forehead. Harry shut his eyes, feeling a foreign force enter his mind much like Snape with his legilimency. Memories flashed by his eyes, but this time it was not his. This time it was Voldemort's memories that flashed by his eyes as Harry absorbed bits of the Dark Lord's immense knowledge.
Voldemort hastily stepped back, his face pale and white. "…No, not again!" He muttered before giving an agonized shriek as the green light bounced back, hitting him in the chest.
Harry's scar opened, blood poured out at the pressure of the dark curse. He clutched his head in pain, but tried to concentrate through the pain.
He couldn't think straight anymore. Who was he? Voldemort? Harry? What the hell happened?
Harry turned and froze at Voldemort's dead body. He acted on instinct, no doubt Voldemort's instincts. Grabbing the yew wand, he summoned the dark lord's clothes, putting it on frantically.
He heard distinct pops outside the house. The order was here! He examined Voldemort's naked body hastily, and using the wand he muttered, "Incendio!" The body burned with a vengeance, but the green flames spread. Harry's heart thumped. He swung Voldemort's wand, and apparrated into the backyard.
"Morsmorde!" He shouted, a cloud shooting out of his wand, taking the shape of the dark mark. He observed that the mark had taken effect before apparrating to headquarters. Wherever that was…
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