This idea has been bouncing around in my mind for awhile now, and I finally took the time to write it down. Depending on the response I may continue this story, as I have a rough layout of where I want this story to go and how to get there. However, I am a nice guy at heart, so writing a subtle, evil, and cunning person is a little difficult for me, I'm more the brute force type of guy (which explains why I chose the Sith Warrior class in the new Star Wars MMO, evil but straight-forward is more my style). Any suggestions as to plots and intrigue for me to use in Harry's advancement to controlling first the magical world and then very possibly the rest of the world would be appreciated.

Not beta'd by anyone beyond my own eyes. Oh, and standard disclaimer applies. I own nothing but what I create.

"Speech"

Thoughts/Telepathy

"Damn you, Skywalker!" Those were the last words spoken by Emperor Palpatine before his death on the Death Star II, having fallen to his death after getting betrayed by his apprentice Darth Vader. The only good thing about his death was the knowledge that his treasonous apprentice would not survive his betrayal as he had poured out all his hate and rage into his Force lighting making it more powerful than ever.

Just as Palpatine's spirit was released upon his death, the Death Star was destroyed, causing a massive explosion that actually tore a minute hole in the fabric of space and time. Before Palpatine could do anything, his spirit was pulled into the hole and was sent across the universe to a distant galaxy, far, far away.

In a small park in the town of Little Winging, Surrey in England, a breeze blew through the park, causing the swings to start moving around. Over a few minutes, the breeze picked up strength and started swirling around until it became strong enough to pull the swings from their foundation and even tore one of the smaller trees from the ground. In the center of the maelstrom, a pin prick of light formed and grew until it was as big as a football. With a sudden flare, the ball of light collapsed in on itself causing a small explosion that blew everything around out, shattering the windows of nearby houses and creating a small crater.

In the middle of the newly formed crater, though invisible to human eyes, floated the spirit form of the recently deceased Emperor Palpatine, also known as Darth Sidious. The trauma of being forcibly pulled through the tear of space/time had greatly weakened him and he found his spectral form growing weaker and thus dimmer to those who could see him.

If I do not find a body to inhabit soon, I will cease to exist. Sidious thought in a slight panic. I must survive!

Extending his senses around him, Sidious began looking for a person strong enough in the Force to sustain his spirit as his spirit would instantly destroy a weak body. However, nothing he could sense was strong in the Force, most of the humans in the surrounding area barely had a connection to the Force let alone the Dark Side. Just as Sidious was giving up hope of finding something to sustain his spirit his senses came across a fount of Dark Side energy, more than enough to sustain him. An evil grin crossed his face as he flew through the air towards the source of Dark Side energy he had sensed. After a few minutes he stopped in front of a non-descript two-story house with a primitive motorized vehicle parked in front of it.

What planet is this? Sidious thought to himself in confusion. The technology on this planet is so primitive, it can't possibly be apart of my Empire…nor does it seem to have anything that could link it to the Old Republic. Sidious floated forward towards the house, but as he got closer, he felt a resistance push against him, as if something was trying to prevent him from entering. To his spirit sight a golden light formed around the home, as if it were a force field. With a burst of his remaining strength, Sidious pierced through the shield, opening a hole in the protective bubble big enough for him to slip through.

As Sidious entered the grounds, he smiled as his senses picked up the delicious tang of the Dark Side that was infused into the whole home. The anger, fear, and jealousy that he could sense were like sweet nectar to his spirit, giving his failing spirit a boost as he started absorbing the Dark Side. Following his senses, he passed though the walls of the house and found himself in a room that contained a couch and a couple single person chairs, one of which looked as it was capable of reclining. In front of the couch and one of the chairs was a small knee high table that was made from glass and on the other side of that was a wooden stand that had a primitive view screen on it. On the far side of the room was a fireplace with a mantel above it that had several pictures on it.

Sidious passed by those pictures, barely looking at them as he made his way through the home towards the strongest concentration of the Dark Side. The next room he entered looked like a kitchen that also contained a table with several chairs around it, where he assumed the occupants took their meals. Barely giving the rest of the room a glance he continued on. As Sidious passed by a cupboard under the stairs, he stopped as the Dark Side within him flared in recognition of another source of the potent energy. Curious as to what he may find within the cupboard, Sidious passed through the small door and found himself inside the cupboard, though the darkness within made it hard to see, even to his spectral sight.

As Sidious was about to leave and search the rest of the house, a small whimper drew his gaze to a small bundle on the ground, something that he had failed to see before. How did I miss this? Sidious thought to himself in amazement. Extending his senses, he smiled as he realized just what lay before him. It was a young child, barely five or six standard years of age, one that was amazingly strong in the Force, who had within him an untapped source of the Dark Side, a literal well of power that was contained within a scar on the boy's forehead.

In this boy's body I will live on and eventually regain the power I once possessed! Without anymore hesitation, Sidious forced his spirit into the boy's body, expecting to meet very little resistance from the child. Even as weak as he was, it should have been no trouble at all to take possession of the boy. However, things did not go as planned for the Dark Lord.

What is this? Sidious exclaimed as he found himself halted in his tracks. Amazing, this boy's will is unmatched by anything I have ever seen before.

"Is someone there?" a small voice said within the darkness that Sidious found himself in. In front of Sidious' spectral form the mental image of the boy he was trying to possess appeared while in the distance there was a shimmer in the air that pulsed with the Dark Side. "Who are you?" the boy said curiously.

"My name is Darth Sidious," Sidious replied as he narrowed his eyes in concentration, trying to push past whatever force was keeping him from gaining control of the boy's body.

"What are you doing in my mind?"

"I am taking control of your body, boy. You should be honored that you will give your life so that I may live," Sidious said with a cruel smile. His smile slipped when the boy frowned and he felt himself go backwards in his attempts to possess the boy.

The boy narrowed his eyes as waves of anger flowed from his mental form. In the distance the shimmer grew stronger eventually forming into the vague outline of a robed man. "I'm afraid that I can't allow you to do that."

"You have no choice, boy! I will have this body, and there is nothing you can do to stop me," Sidious growled as he focused all his might on completing the process, but his efforts were in vain. "You may as well stop resisting me, resistance is futile."

"Really? I seem to be have been doing well in stopping you so far. And stop calling me 'boy'. My name is Harry Potter!" Harry said, shouting the last part as his eyes glowed yellow for a brief moment as a wave of Dark Side energy blasted from him, washing over the spectral form of Sidious.

Sidious let out a scream of rage as he lost consciousness in the face of the power being emanated from Harry.

Harry's eyes opened suddenly as he woke up breathing hard and sweating from the battle of wills he had just gone through, praying that his 'family' hadn't felt or heard anything. While he had been able to keep himself from being punished lately, he didn't know how much longer his luck would hold.

How were you able to defeat me, you little brat? Even with my power reduced it should have been no contest! A cruel voice said with young Harry's mind, one he recognized as belonging to the mysterious 'Darth Sidious'.

It was no contest, for me that is. Harry shot back. And you lost because you underestimated me. After everything I've been through in my short life, I will not give up until I have gotten my revenge on those who have abused and neglected me!

There was silence for a few minutes as Harry calmed himself and checked the door to his cupboard, finding it unlocked and softly padded out to the kitchen to get a drink of water.

Why didn't you destroy me? Sidious's voice asked at long last.

I didn't know I could. Harry admitted as he finished his water, cleaning his glass and putting it away. All I was trying to do was stop you from killing me. Where are you now?

Inside your mind, it would appear. It seems that you have tethered my essence to yours, trapping me within your body. The only benefit that I can see from this is that I am no longer in danger of dissipating into the Force. Sidious replied with a sneer.

Harry cocked his head in confusion as he quietly made his way back to his cupboard. What's the Force?

Harry could feel surprise coming from his 'tenant' as he took a few minutes to reply. It seems that I truly did underestimate you…Harry. You are very strong and yet your power is all instinctual. You will make a powerful Sith with my teachings. Sleep, and when you awake I will teach you about the Force. Perhaps you are the true apprentice that I have been waiting for all these years.

Harry frowned as the change in Sidious' attitude confused him. One minute he's trying to kill him to take his body, and then he does a 180 and decides to teach him to become strong. As long as you can make me strong enough to make sure that no one will be able to hurt me again.

That and so much more will be yours, but only if you do exactly as I tell you. From now on, you will call me Master, understand? Sidious said silkily.

I understand…Master.

Ok, so this was simply the prologue, if I continue with another chapter it will be much longer and will probably involve a time skip to Harry's eleventh birthday. Again, any help with ideas will be appreciated and credited.