AN1: I do not own anything, only playing with JK's characters.

Introduction:

Life ain't easy when you are the dark lord Voldemort. Especially not when all your dark plans for when you return home after many years of exile are falling apart. Finding his home being inhabited by the youngest dark lord ever, his enemy, the boy who almost destroyed him was a very unwelcome surprise...

1. The return of Lord Voldemort

The stones crackled under his feet. The salty scent of the sea filled his nose as he took a deep breath. Tom Marvolo Riddle or Lord Voldemort as he preferred to be known, was home for the first time in fourteen years.

For fourteen years he had spend his life in a self-imposed exile while he searched for ways to recover his power. Finally, just a little over a year ago he went through the final ritual that restored his magic to the point he was before the brat destroyed him.

It had been almost fourteen years since he had turned his wand on Harry Potter and lost the majority of his powers. Panicked and weakened he had been left with just enough power to apparate out of the cottage before Dumbledore turned up.

For fourteen years he had been cut off from magical Britain but now he was back. Tom smiled to himself as he looked around. He had, through muggle ways arrived on a stretch of beach that was just outside the wards of his former home.

He would only need three steps before he entered the grounds of the Slytherin Manor.

He closed his eyes as he remembered the grandeur of the Manor. It wasn't even a Manor but more a castle. The outside walls were made of black stone giving out a terrifying look. The grounds were large and pristine. Inside it would give you everything the Slytherin in heart and soul could dream off. Silver and Greens were the colour of choice in the décor. There were potions labs, a huge duelling room, a library with ancient books and a ritual room that had been hand build by Salazar himself.

Tom shivered as he thought about walking its halls again. He took a deep breath and stepped forward.

The moment he stepped through the wards he knew something was different. It wasn't that they didn't accept him but something had changed. The wards were welcoming to him but it was like he was no longer the master of the Manor, more like a family member or visitor. The wards recognized his blood but not his rule. He felt himself being frozen in place.

When he looked up he was faced with a terrifying sight. In front of him stood two griffins, a stone warrior with a sword ready to strike and a massively large snake.

'Who dares to cross my master's wards?' The snake hissed.

He looked at the snake in confusion. As far as he knew, there was only one heir of Slytherin and that was he, himself.

'I am Tom Marvolo Riddle, the heir of Slytherin.' He stated clearly. He grimaced at the use of his filthy muggle name but he knew when it came to wards it was best to be clear of your identity.

The snake looked at him with more intelligence then he had ever thought possible in a snake. Even his Nagini hadn't been able to give him a look like that. After a minute there was a soft pop and a house-elf appeared next to the snake. The house-elf was dressed in a small version of wizarding robes and carried the Slytherin coat of arms.

"My master, the Lord Slytherin is willing to meet with you, Mister Riddle. Though he warns you that any wrong move will see you as a meal for Emeralda." The elf petted the snake like it was nothing. "Please follow me."

Voldemort bristled a little. Who had the right to give commands in his own home? Who had the nerve to call himself Lord Slytherin? Who had the nerve to even speak up against the great Lord Voldemort?

He was about to demand answers from the bloody elf when the griffins moved behind him. The stone warrior moved between them, its weapon still aimed for the dark lord. Tom realized that he had no choice but to follow the elf. His life would be forfeited if he refused or did something wrong.

As he followed the elf up to the castle he wondered who this Lord Slytherin might be. Before his exile, Tom had lived in this place for seven years. Never before had a Lord Slytherin stepped forward to claim the castle so he had assumed that there really was nobody of the bloodline left. He had never officially claimed the title as he hadn't been able go to Gringotts. The goblins didn't like him all that much back then.

Besides a new Lord, the griffins were a new security detail as well. Before there had only been snakes and wards to defend the place. Even the stone warrior hadn't been there before. As he examined it, he had to admit that the statue was a beautiful piece of magic. It was a sign that he was about to meet with somebody of great power and imagination.

They entered the castle and Tom sighed in relieve that it looked similar. For a short moment he had been afraid that somebody had just come in and changed everything he loved about this place. He realized that it had been foolish to fear. He was told that there was now a lord Slytherin. This lord wouldn't want to change anything about the Slytherin style of the Manor.

Another house-elf appeared and held out his hand.

"Your cloak, please." The elf said.

Tom nodded and removed his cloak. When they were done the first elf led him up the stairs to where he knew the official study was located. As he climbed the stairs he noticed some changes in the paintings on the wall. Especially the lack of some paintings. He missed quite a few of his more annoying ancestors. One large frame in particular made him raised his eyebrows. Whoever lived here now had removed the large portrait of Salazar's second son. Tom remembered actually liking that painting a lot.

"Please wait here while I announce your arrival, mister Riddle."

Again he bristled but nodded anyway. He started to get very curious as to who had the nerves to treat the greatest dark lord of this time like this. Nobody had let him wait since leaving Hogwarts.

A minute later the door opened again.

"You can go in." The elf said and opened the door further.

Tom nodded and took his wand in his hand. He was ready to curse the person inhabiting his home but as soon as he stepped into the office he was frozen in shock once again.

Instead of an imposter lord smirking at him, he found a young boy sitting in a big chair at the far end of the room. Fourteen years maybe fifteen but at least not an adult. What shocked him more than the age was the fact that the boy wasn't even looking at him. Instead the boy seemed to be reading the newspaper.

"I would advise against cursing me. The wards do not accept any ill intent towards its master." The boy said before closing the paper. "The wards will burn you to cinders if you threaten my health."

Tom slowly walked forward, his eyes roaming over this child. He had pale skin and long black hair. As he took another step the boy looked up and met his eyes. Tom gasped as he immediately recognized those vibrant green eyes. He felt his mouth fall open in shock but he couldn't close it. In front of him sat the boy who had destroyed him almost fourteen years ago, Harry Potter.

The boy was dressed in black trousers and a blood red satin shirt. On his shoulders rested a smaller snake and next to him on the floor he found a large black dog. The boy was smiling slightly at him while his fingers messed with the dog's hair.

"Hello Tom Riddle. Or shall I say, Lord Voldemort." Harry said with a smile that might have been innocent but was in fact terrifying.

Tom snapped himself out of it and lowered his wand. This suddenly turned into the most surreal day ever. He wanted to pinch himself to see if he wasn't dreaming. He had to swallow a few times before he could talk.

"Harry Potter." He whispered. Like an excited child Harry clapped his hands happily.

'See, Savanha, he remembers. I told you he would remember me.' The boy hissed in parsel. "You see Tom, Savanha and I were disagreeing on if you would remember me. I was sure you would but she said that anyone wanted to kill me wasn't smart enough to remember. Though I go by the name of Hadrian. Harry is such a disgusting muggle name."

Tom could just stare at the boy.

"Well, don't just stand there. Come and sit. It's around tea time so you can join me."

Tom carefully walked over and took the seat across the boy. He carefully looked at the boy. The boy wasn't holding a wand or didn't look prepared to defend himself. Foolish or he was missing something. It felt wise not to assume the boy to be defenceless.

Besides that, he noticed that the boy held himself like an aristocratic pure-blood but not to the extreme that it was snobbish. Most worrying somehow this fourteen-year-old boy looked like the embodiment of power. In fact Tom could feel the power radiating from the kid. It was a menacing and dark power. Not something he had expected to feel coming of a Potter child.

"How are you the Lord Slytherin?" Tom asked, as he couldn't even begin to start to think about all the other questions he had. This question was however on the forefront of his thought process. Hadrian chuckled softly and shook his head.

"Oh, that is easily explained. It has something to do with my mother's unknown bloodline, some ancient magic and a set of very awesome goblins." Hadrian explained. "I could explain it to you but I do not want that kind of information in the hands of my enemy and I'm not sure if you are."

"Your mother was of Slytherin blood?" Tom choked.

"No, my mother is of Le Fay blood." Hadrian said and the dog next to him barked. "Oh hush, padfoot, our guest will not tell anyone. Anyway, the daughter of Morgana Le Fay killed the first son of Salazar when he foolishly challenged her when she was almost a hundredth years old. The young fool thought he would be able to claim the Le Fay magic by rights of conquest but he failed. Morgain never claimed the Slytherin title she earned by conquest, so I did that for the Le Fay bloodline. It was made easy by me defeating you when you foolishly tried to challenge me."

Tom couldn't help but stare at the boy.

"Foolishly?" Tom whispered.

"Very much so. You should have taken the time to research before rushing head along into a situation like a bloody Gryffindor." Hadrian said. The dog whined again. "Had you taken the care to study your surroundings when arriving in Godric's Hollow you would have seen the Le Fay crest above my crib. Had you studied the Slytherin Family history deeper you would have known that by magic no Slytherin blood would be able to harm me."

Tom nearly growled at being spoken too like that by a mere boy when another thought ran through his mind. The Le Fay House was known as one of the darkest houses in their world. Their history was darker than the Slytherin history. If as the boy said was true and the house was combined with Slytherin house it would make the light shake with fear. It would be a power force in any field on its own.

Yet, the Potters had been one of the lightest families he knew. James Potter had followed Dumbledore to his death. The muggle comment the boy made was a hint that the boy wasn't supportive of Dumbledore's agenda but any wizard could be on the light side and still dislike muggle things, right?

While the boy waited for a comment from him, Tom pondered on all the questions that were racing through his head. What this situation meant for the current state of Wizarding Britain? Was Dumbledore still in power? Or were his plans for the old fool completely unnecessary? What of the other houses, light, dark and grey? Where were they in this?

Tom realized quickly he severely lacked information. His exile had left him without the necessary knowledge about the comings and goings in magical Britain. Now he wasn't sure how to proceed. A wrong move or word could see all his plans fall to pieces.

As the boy didn't seem to be inclined to provide the information freely he decided to ask further.

"So you descend from the darkest house known to the magical world by blood from your mother's side and descend from one of the lightest houses known in England by your father's blood and now you have claim the house of the snakes. That must be fun in the Wizengamot. What political program are you running?" Tom asked carefully.

To his surprise Hadrian waved his hand irritated. Suddenly, the boy looked frustrated and angered. The emotion rolled from him like waves of dark magic.

"At the moment, Narcissa is holding the Black family seat and is running the dark. Dumbledork is the illegal proxy for the Potter and Gryffindor seats because he claims to be my magical guardian. Cygnus Greengrass will take up the seat of Le Fay this winter solstice on my request. He will lead the dark grey towards the dark. The Slytherin seat cannot be activated yet, thanks to you." Hadrian said with a pointed glare at Tom.

"What do you mean?"

"The whole bloody world believes you hold the rights to the Slytherin estate. If I would barge in and activate the seat then everybody will think that you have returned and rally behind the old fool." Hadrian said agitated. Tom could see the truth in Hadrian's words. Dumbledore's campaign would gain massive momentum if the sheep would be informed of his return.

"But you are running the dark agenda?" Tom asked.

"No, I'm running my agenda."

Before Hadrian could continue an owl arrived and landed on the table. Tom watched as the beautiful white owl hooted and held out her leg. Hadrian leaned forward and took the letter.

"Thanks Hedwig." The boy looked up. "It's from Lucius. I need to read this."

Not waiting for Tom to answer the boy opened the letter and started to read. Tom was surprised and intrigued by the fact that the Malfoy's seemed to work with Potter. Both Malfoy's were apparently on first name base with Hadrian. As the boy mentioned Narcissa doing politics for the dark sec, he wondered what power the Malfoy's held these days. He would have suspects Lucius to be the leader of the dark at this point in time.

Apparently the letter was short and bad news because the boy started to hiss angrily in parsel. Tom sat back as he watched the paper catch flames without the boy doing any real magic. It just turned to cinders between his fingers.

Without paying attention to the burning letter the boy got up and waved his hand. A cloak appeared and suddenly dragon hide boots stood next to the desk. Tom's eyes widened at the wandless and soundless magic the boy did, seemingly without thought. The boy was still hissing angrily until the dog barked.

"Shut it padfoot. I need to go to the Malfoy's. You will stay here and keep our guest company. Explain a few things to him while I'm gone. It will only take an hour." The boy said and pulled on his boots. Tom watched as the boy waved his hand over the desk and locked all the drawers. "The room will be warded. I'd advise you to not harm Padfoot. I will not take kindly to that."

Tom watched in shock as the boy picked up his blood red cloak and stepped into the floo. Seconds later he was whisked away to the Mafloy manor. Tom wasn't sure what shocked him more. Harry Potter being able to do magic like that or the fact that the boy had just casually threatened him.

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