Summary: Danail Aleksandur, was born and raised knowing three things. The Dark Lord was supreme. The Dark Lord is Law. The Dark Lord is Albus Severus Potter. Joining the Order of Slayers, he is sent on a mission that will change the lives of everyone, past, present, and future.

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Chapter 1- Mission: Retrieval

Godric's Hallow; October 31st, 1981: 4:30pm...

He wondered vaguely why he was standing there, under an invisibility cloak, waiting for the unmistakably event that would make history in the Wizardry World, only for its apocalypse to arrive fifty six years later. A part of him wondered if he should just simply kill the child, the baby, and be done with it. Without him, the Dark Lord would no longer exist, and that'd be the end of that.

For that matter, he should probably just go and kill ever other person on his dubbed 'blacklist'. It'd be fairly simple, just two words, a flash of green, and that'd be the end of that. No more corrupt Ministry of Magic, no more bigotry, and certainly no more idiocy. And it wasn't like he hadn't killed before, fact of the matter was that he had hundreds of deaths under his belt.

Wouldn't be a proper solider if he didn't.

Speaking of which, he started to then ponder exactly why he, of all people within the order, was sent on this mission. It wasn't as if he wasn't capable, far from it, he was probably one of the few who not only could get the job done, but get it done quickly and efficiently. No, the real question was why, when all his skills could have been put to better use in the war he had been fighting since he was twelve years of age.

After all, he wasn't a master of the Dark Arts for nothing.

He hadn't bleed, cried, and shed many a tear for him just to be sent on some crapped mission. One that in actuality, had no standing on the eventually success or downfall of his home, of the only life he had ever known.

Absently rubbing his forearm, which had the number 0021128 of burned onto his skin. It was the date that he had joined in the fight, the fight to regain what his parents had given up in order to survive, what most of the world gave up to survive.

Freedom.

He had promised, made an Unbreakable Vow to do everything he could to ensure that he would aid his masters and fellow rebels in bringing down the Dark Lord, swearing a Wizards Oath, meaning on his life and magic that he would never break that solemn vow.

All in the distant future of February 2nd, 2028.

So why the hell did they send him back?

He gritted his teeth, a feeling over anger washing over him.

He had followed his orders down to the letter, broken into the Institution and stolen books from its library, even going as far as to sneak a few from the Dark Lord's personal collection, to gain the power necessary to help.

It was only recently that he had stopped suffering from the after affects of prolonged subjection to the Cruciatus Curse. Though he still had a few minor episodes here and there.

He had studied well into the night, gaining knowledge of the Dark Arts, learning how to wield it, how to use it to their advantage.

He alone had the knowledge that most of the prominent members of the order feared, the very power that the Dark Lord himself possessed. That was probably why on so many occasions they had tried to send him to the Work Camp. Not a very pleasing place, especially since it was overridden with dark creatures and former criminals.

Nobody ever survived there for more then a day, at least without doing things that no normal sane person would do. Things that even in his tainted state, made him cringe. And if they returned, they brought their crimes with them.

Murder, rape, extortion, torture, the list went on. He remembered vividly on how he had killed a man he had once had the honor of calling a mentor, who he felt was an honest man through and through. He was glad he never had to tell that to the little girl that was found in the basement of his home.

The scars on her body, like the ones on her mind, never healed, but she was okay. Last he heard, she was married and expecting. When he was told, the only thing he could really say was, "Good. She deserves a happy ending."

And she did.

Shame he couldn't say the same for Ted Lupin.

And he couldn't say he didn't make the man suffer. Severely suffer.

Wizards and witches alike aren't lying when they say the Dark Arts mess with your head.

He was a living example.

Though he was able to practice some of his more lethal spells when he received the order to execute the man…

He smiled as the memories came to mind. He didn't take a sense of delight or satisfaction at torturing individuals, only the ones he felt deserved it. And there were quite a few that he felt deserved a one on one session with him…

But he never went to far beyond the point of no return when practicing the Dark Arts. No, he barely got a toe over the line before she would pull him back.

She being Leader and Supreme Head of the W.A.W.A, the Wizard And Witch Association. Though not a legal form of government, it was what was created to led the order upon its creation.

The Order of Slayers. A fitting name as what most of the members of the order actually did involve killing.

Or in his case, killing and resurrecting.

After all, everyone had a specialty in his or her field of work. His field was the Dark Arts. His specialty was Necromancy. The Arts of the Dead. Soul magic. The purest form of the Dark Arts.

And he had to admit, he was pretty good at it, ego aside.

Which again redirected his line of questioning back to his leader sending him almost sixty years into the past. Reaching into his overcoat, which was filthy beyond belief with several burn marks and dried blood littering it, pulled out a folded, crumbled piece of parchment.

Opening it up and smoothing the creases out as best he could, he read the contents of the list, committing all the names to memory as his light blue eyes scanned the sheet.

ORDER OF SLAYERS; 'BLACKLIST'

X'S ARE MEANT TO BE KILLED ON SIGHT.

1. Barty Crouch Sr.

2. Barty Crouch Jr. X

3. Antion Dolohov

4. Bellatrx LeStrange X

5. Rabastan LeStrange X

6. Rodolphus LeStrange X

7. Waldan Macnair

8. Peter Pettigrew X

9. Augustus Rookwood

10. Fenrir Greyback X

11. Lucius Malfoy X

12. Dolores Umbridge X

13. Cornelius Fudge

14. Thomas Mulciber

Some of these names he recognized instantly.

One of these being 12 on his list, Dolores Umbridge.

He felt his grip on the paper tighten at the mere mention of her name.

Dolores Umbridge was one of the Dark Lord's most prominent followers. Under his rule, she had written and passed many anti-legislation against muggle-borns and half-breeds following her breakout from Azkaban Prison, which had then been converted to the Work Camp from the inmates that refused to leave.

She was the reason why there were no longer any muggle-born children attending Hogwarts. Scratch that. The magical school hadn't been called that for almost ten years. The school was now known as the Institution.

Another change that the Dark Lord made once he had gained power. In addition to now only permitting those who could trace their lineage to that of a pureblood family, any child found that came from a muggle family was to be taken, their magical core drained before being sold into a perfectly legal system of human trafficking to work as slaves.

After all, thanks to the putrefaction movement that Dolores had organized and spearheaded, the Impure Blood Confederation, there were no longer house elves to work as menial labor. In fact, there weren't really any magical humanoid beasts left in the world. The giants, vampires, veela, goblins, centaurs, anything that closely resembled a human was hunted and killed. What few that were left had gone into hiding, trying in vain to keep their race of people alive.

One of these individuals happened to be his best friend Victoire Weasley.

Though fifteen years older then himself, they had created a close relationship, closer then what most people would consider as the boundaries of friendship.

And he'd admit that there was something, at least in his opinion concerning his own personal feelings. He knew he had felt some level of attraction to her, even counting out the fact that she was half-veela. But she had been married at the time, with three kids, and seemed perfectly content.

That was until her husband had been sent on a mission to the Work Camp. Until he came back, perverse, dirty. Until he raped and savagely killed his two daughters and an innocent girl, brutalizing his son beyond the point of recognition before killing him.

Until he pulled his wand out and killed him right in front of her.

She had lost everything.

He found her the next morning, dead in a pool of her own blood.

It was at that moment, that he vowed to kill, murder, Dolores Umbridge. Another reason as to why he hated the Dark Lord was because he had beaten him to it.

Taking another look at the piece of parchment, he read the rest of the message that was written on it, telling him the rest of his mission.

MISSION 1: DESTROY ALL LISTED 'X' VOLDEMORT/DARK LORD FOLLOWERS. ALL ONES DUBBED WITHOUT 'X', ARE TO BE A) IMPRISONED, OR B) INDISPOSED.

MISSION 2: ENSURE THE SURVIVAL OF LILY NEE' EVANS POTTER AND HARRY JAMES POTTER.

MISSION 3: ASSIST IN SECOND WIZARDY WAR WHILE TRAINING HARRY JAMES POTTER IN THE ARTS OF LIGHT AND DARK. BELOW ARE THE STUDIES HE SHOULD BE PROFICIENT IN BY SEPTEMBER 1st, 1991.

Light Arts;

Transfiguration

Defense Against the Dark Arts

Potions

Charms

Astronomy

History of Magic

Care of Magical Creatures

Advanced Light Arts;

Ancient Runes

Arithmancy

Occlumency

Animagi

Healing

Dark Arts;

Necromancy

Advanced Dark Arts;

Horcruxes

FOLLOWING THE COMPLETION OF THIS LAST MISSION PRIORITY, THE PARCHMENT WILL UPDATE ITSELF WITH YOUR NEXT ASSIGNMENT.

He still wasn't sure on what the last two mission objectives had to do with anything, or that last message seeing as Voldemort wasn't a threat in his time, but alas, he learned not to question the leader on her decisions.

After all, she had fought in the Second Wizardry War, being a key instrument that had resulted in the downfall of said dark wizard. Maybe he should include her in whatever 'training' that he'd now have to put Potter through. From what he knew about her past, she and the boy happened to have been best friends at Hogwarts, she sticking by his side through and through, never once abandoning him.

Yes, Hermione Granger was truly an exceptional witch, both as a child and adult. It was a shame she became battle hardened and unfeeling to everyone around her though. Watching your entire family killed by your own nephew would do that to a person, no matter how calm and collected they may seem.

Especially when that nephew ended up becoming the supreme being within all of the wizardry world.

Albus Severus Potter. The Dark Lord. Son of Harry James Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, the Chosen One, Defender of Light. Heir to the Black and Potter Families. And a cold heartless killer that he himself had the immense pleasure of dueling once.

He escaped. Maimed, broken. It had taken the best Healers and Hermione's own personal work before they had repaired whatever damage they could. Officially, he suffered a through several dark curses and hexes. Unofficially, he had suffered through the worst forms of tortures imaginable. One result from the tortures he had been subjected to resulted in the loss of his right arm and left eye. Due to both magically and muggle surgeries, he had lived to see another day.

Checking his watch, he gave an aggravated sigh as he saw that the time had barely gone by, meaning that he still had another three to four hours before Voldemort would show up.

'Great. I guess some light reading will help pass the time.'

Pulling out a small leather bound book, the battle worn wizard leaned heavily against the tree he was sitting in front of, waiting patiently for the time for him to make his appearance.

After all, if there was anything that Danail Aleksandur was good at, it was patience.

Even if he didn't like it.

Light Arts: (N/A)

Dark Arts:

Necromancy; The magical art of reanimation. Also known as 'soul' magic.

Spells: (N/A)

//-/Author Note/-//

This is my first Harry Potter story that I have every written or submitted. While I am a fan of J.K, and have read several HP fanfics, I never tried a hand at writing one. So tell me what you think and be honest. Criticism and suggestions are welcome, so please review and tell me what you think.