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Chapter 1: A New World

Pain shot through the back of Voldemorts head. It felt as if he was thrown away like a baseball, he did not like it at all. His ears caught the sound of knocking on the door which became louder with every second and froze as if he was aware of something. He tried to open his eyes slowly and rubbed them with his bloodied hands. His vision became slowly clearer and his body rolled over to another place in the shadows as the light shone too bright.

Once his eyes were open, he stared at the high beautifully decorated ceiling of a chamber what seemed like a sleeping room. This was not what he had expected. The last thing he remembered, was the battle at Hogwarts where he and the Potter boy fought to death. Voldemort thought he would die when his death spell rebounded together with the disarming spell. He could feel he wasn't dead, then what did happen? The headache increased due to the unanswered question and the knocking which suddenly stopped. He thanked God that the sound stopped even though he didn't believe in such a nonsense. That done, the door opened with a loud bang, revealing two shapes. A small one and a tall man, both smirking. Voldemort recognized them and jumped like a crazy hooligan on the small boy, not caring for the pain.

The boy who had not expected that fell on the carpet floor through the impact of Voldemort's body on him. He frowned at the older man who strangled him with bloodied spidery pale hands. "Potter!", he said furiously. The raven haired boy began to get purple, which statisfied Voldemort.

Two hands folded around Voldemort's wrists, trying to get the hands off the young boy. Voldemort stared momentarily at the other person in the room and seemed to recognize him.

"Lucius?!" He said unbelievingly. The man had dared to touch and stand up against him.

"Voldemort." He said fairlessly, but with a shred of respect. "Let the dark lord go." Out of shock Voldemort's hands slackened and Lucius managed to free Harry, who was by now breathing heavily. He turned to the boy and stared at him in another light. Harry Potter was the bloody dark lord... As he repeated it many times in his mind, the colour was drained from his face. He didn't really know what to do, but didn't want to believe a single word.

But there was no way he was a dark lord, he was Dumbledore's little light lamb.

But look at Lucius, he looks serious about it, said another voice in his mind. A conflict started in his head and the ache became worse. He tried to ignore it, but the sounds of Potter's voice didn't help at all.

"Voldemort, Voldie...", Harry began who stood by now and looked healthier, though a few shades of purple could be seen on his face and his neck were Voldemort had grabbed him tightly. He shook his head, while Voldemort stared at him unnerving.

"You know very well you shouldn't call me that in the open. Walls have ears, just like spies. Luckily I set up a silencing barrier after I thought there was something wrong." The young dark lord walked to the slytherin coloured king-sized bed on the opposite side of the room between the two large windows. He laid on it and stared at the painted snakes on the ceiling. His fingers closed around a black little book. He browsed through the whole book to the last page with writings on it and read it.

"And did the experiment fail again?", he asked smirking. It took a moment before Voldemort noticed Harry talked to him. Strangely he didn't sound angrily. Voldemort decided to act like he was normal, so they wouldn't be suspicious of him in this crazy world. But before he could answer, Harry continued.

"You know, you don't have to try murdering your lord for something you couldn't do." he said lazily. "Or couldn't you resist trying to kill me because you lost to me in a duel last week?", he smirked. No way he lost to that brat, he thought, but didn't say that.

"Okay. You got me little brat." he said a little teasingly, while wanting to choke himself. Lucius frowned and put a tuft of his blonde hair behind his ear.

"Don't speak about Lord Hadrian such fool words." Lucius said briskly. "You may be the most trusted servant of the Dark Lord and highly respected, but you even have to respect your superior." he finished. Potter smiled amused at them, while Voldemort's throat dried out. He felt dizzy. He wouldn't serve the boy in miserable life. He felt slowly his conscious slipping. The dark lord seemed to notice that too and ordered Lucius to enervate him.

It felt like he was put under 230 Volt when he was enervated. He jumped up from the shock and leaned against the white stone walls to prevent him from falling to the ground. Somehow he could see Lucius smirking. It seemed like the other man enjoyed it. Voldemort made a mental note to torture him when this crazy time was over.

"So now you're awake. Let's get onto more important things." Harry came off the bed and walked to Voldemort. His hands grabbed the other's and placed a red glowing potion in it. He did the same with Lucius and then walked back to the bed, deciding it was more comfortable than standing.

"I expect that Severus did his work well and this will last for months, my lord?" Malfoy asked raising one brow.

"You know Severus. If he couldn't brew this, he isn't worthy being my potions master." He nodded and gestured them both to drink it. Lucius did it without hesitate, while Voldemort scanned the potion first. When Harry's gaze fell on him he decided to drink it, while still doubting and thinking this would be a really bad dream. He choked almost as he felt the burning foul liquid gliding through his throat, making its way to his other organs.

"Oh yeah, yours is quite horrible." The dark lord added uncaring. Voldemort glared at him, while he shrank.

"What's happening?", he asked warily. Harry stared at him with a know-it-all look.

"You're de-aging to your 13 years old body. Did that failed experiment corrode your brains?" He asked expressionless. The other didn't answer. Instead he walked to the big mirror in the corner and stared at himself as his body became younger. He turned his gaze to Lucius who now didn't look like a Malfoy. He looked like a Potter and Harry Potter to be exact.

"Why do we look like this.", Voldemort asked bluntly. Harry stared at him with piercing red eyes, which Voldemort only noticed now.

"Really? The experiment did affect your mind? Or are you playing with me?", he said dangerously. Voldemort really wanted to crucio him to hell for using such a tone against him, but got a hold onto himself just in time and shook his head seriously. "I forgot...", Voldemort knew it sounded lame but he had no idea what else to say.

Harry took out his wand and set up a larger silencing barrier big enough for the three of them.

"Listen good, because I will repeat it once more and if you don't want to test my patience, don't interrupt nor ask this again.", he waited for any reaction. The 13-years-old boy nodded and the other continued.

"We, Draco, You and I, are going on a mission to The Republic of Light, the enemy of me and The Dark Empire." He said as if he explained this to a five years old. Voldemort nodded understandingly. "There we will enter the replica of Hogwarts in Russia where Priest Dumbledore, also the headmaster of the school, resides often. Dumbledore is our target, he needs to die to stop this war, so the Dark side can win and take over the other half of the world." Voldemort decided that the leader of the republic was in fact Dumbledore, as he put one and one together. Funn, that old goat is a Priest.

"But don't be fooled by the man. You shouldn't underestimate him." he warned. "I know him from thousand years ago and I suspect he has at least a horcrux to stay alive."

Voldemort looked shocked. The old goat had killed someone if he had really made one. It was unbelievable. When Harry saw the others face, he too admitted. "Yes, I was also surprised when I first came to that conclusion, but it's not for sure. Well, over to the plan. We are going to enroll in Hogwarts as Harry Luciance and Tom Riddle with the muggleborn train.", he smirked, while Voldemort wondered what purpose the train had.

"Then we will spy on him and get close to find out about his immortality. It will take quite long, but if it isn't finished in a year, then we will return. Staying to long in the light will burn." he added, half joking half not. His gaze went for a moment to Lucius. "Lucius here will play my role in The Empire as the Emperor. The people need me and we don't want Dumbledore knowing we are going, leaving this behind. Lucius you know what to do, right?"

The aristocrat gave a sharp nod. "Always covering my body and face in your usual robes so no one would see me. Act like you and don't talk to much to everyone outside the Inner Circle. Plans, strategies and important news I will write you through the connection book, my lord." Harry looked approvingly.

Voldemort wondered why the boy looked so young as he told that he knew the goat 1000 years ago. Wouldn't Dumbledore recognize Potter as he knew him? The last question he said out loud unaware of what he did. He was rewarded by a cutting spell and fell against the mirror that broke by the impact.

" One more question about this and I won't have mercy, even if it's you. Consider yourself lucky." Harry stood tall over him. Voldemort noticed he was quick to walk from the bed to the corner where he laid. He lowered his wand. Voldemort now really wondered where his wand was, but couldn't feel it in his pockets. He felt furiously and embarrassed to be at his enemy's mercy.

"To answer your question. No, he wouldn't. Thousand years ago, when I studied with him in the original Hogwarts, I glamoured myself. That time I was a shy closed boy, that didn't want to reveal his true self. Now I still don't reveal my true self to everyone who doesn't belong to my inner circle. But this time it's not because of my shyness. It's because people shouldn't know about me. It benefits me and nobody can betray me if they want to take my power and the Empire. Tom, get your memories back soon, because I don't like how you are now.", he said icily, while he turned and put on his hood to hide his face. He walked past a bowing Lucius out of the room.

When Malfoy was sure the Dark Lord was far enough away to not hear them, he turned to the boy who was trying get up.

"Keep going on like this, Tommy boy.", Voldemort shot a death glare at him, but he ignored it.

"And next I will be the dark lord's favourite and second." he turned and walked out of the door, while Voldemort swore that he would torture Lucius till he was insane if everything would turn normal.

This was going to be a long day, he thought as he slumbered to sleep.