The Dark Lord Voldemort was content with life. He could finally ensure his eternal immortality. As if a measly child could murder him; he was Lord Voldemort! He instilled fear into the hearts of gods. But even though that was the case, it is best to cover all bases, and that is why he was walking up the front garden of the cottage that the infernal blood-traitor James Potter and his mudblood wife were residing in. Thanks to Pettigrew he had managed to bypass the Fidelius Charm which they had cast on the property 'the stupidity of mudbloods was truly a sight to behold -trusting the secret to a wizard whose animagus was a rat, what a stupid move!'- He thought.

Just as this thought went through his head he reached the door, thinking subtly to be unnecessary he cast a blasting charm at the door and stormed in through the -now empty- doorway.

"Lilly, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!" Yelled a clearly frightened James Potter.

"Go on then." Said Voldemort amused. "Let's duel."

James, trying to make time for his wife and child to flee, reached into his pocket but to his horror found his wand to be missing. He gulped, resigned to his fate.

"Such a waste of magic, you don't even have you wand!" Cackled the insane Dark Lord. Wasting no more time (he had better things to be doing) Voldemort cast the Killing Curse and watched the Gryffindor drop dead before him.

He then climbed the stairs slowly a grin on his face, in just a few moments the only potential danger to his life would be gone.

Once again he blasted a door open (this time the one to what he assumed to be a the babies bedroom) he relished the scream of terror. As he stepped inside he remembered the promise he had made Severus, he was a man of his word and so he asked the pathetic mudblood to step aside.

"Move you stupid mudblood, give me the child and you shall live."

Three times he offered her the chance to move and thrice times she refused, after the third time he had lost his patience and flicked his wrist and uttered the dreaded words: "Avada Kedavra," Lilly Potter was dead.

Lord Voldemort slowly moved towards the crib, a sinister smile on his face. "Oh child," he murmured "as if you could defeat me." He chuckled. "While I regret what I am to do, it is unfortunately necessary. Goodbye, Harry Potter. Avada KedaAAAAAAHHH

Just as he was about to end the child's life the Dark Lord released an ear piercing scream. He sank to his knees, his wand dropped to the floor. He knew not what was going on, but what he did know was that he was in unimaginable pain, a pain that lasted for just a few moments until he dropped unconscious.

As he slunk to the ground -lifeless- a white wisp appeared with a crack and hovered above the insensate body of the Dark Lord. As it did a much, much smaller wisp lifted out of the dark wizard and seemed to engage in a fight with the foreign tendril. In the end the larger strand appeared to win and seemed to absorb the smaller one, after doing this it lifted into the air and suddenly rushed down again, straight into the still body of the most evil wizard to ever live...

I sat up with a gasp. What the fuck was going on, where the fuck was I? One moment I was on my phone reading my favourite fanfiction about a SI who is implanted into King Joffrey from Game of Thrones. I was walking to work, I stepped out to cross the road and then - oh. Then I was hit by a car. Well fuck.

Right so now I'm lying in what looks like a child's bedroom, and I'm wearing some strange black robe. It still doesn't make sense...

I looked around and saw a woman lying on the floor. "Holy shit!" I yelled and ran to her. I shook her but she didn't stir. She was also quite cold. What in God's name is going on?

It was at that moment I saw a reflection in a large mirror in the corner of the room and screamed.

So it appears I am Voldemort.

I sat there for five minutes in shock. How is this possible? At the same time it's pretty cool, I always preferred the Death Eaters to the 'Light Side.' They were just so much cooler. I mean just look at Lucius Malfoy, what a badass! If a bit of a arsehole. But compared to the 'Golden Trio:' Harry was a brat, Ron wasn't really that great, he abandoned Harry when it wasn't convenient to be friends, I mean yes he came back at the end but that's beside the point, and Hermione, well as Snape once said: she's just an insufferable know-it-all.

I mean at least now it would appear I'm Voldemort but just not insane. I can be the big bad boss of the Death Eaters. Make them do what I want and win the war. And hopefully, just maybe, not kill all the Muggleborn witches and wizards. That's the bit I don't agree with.

All in all I agree that 'dark' magic shouldn't be outlawed, in my opinion magic is magic, after all you can kill someone with a 'light' spell. Just hit them with a Wingardium Leviosa and drop them off a cliff, or just lift them high enough and drop them to their deaths. But you know genocide isn't really my thing.

But yes. I can make the most of this opportunity I have been given my who knows who. I can lead the badass 'Dark Side,' I can free magic for all, I can free the 'Dark' creatures, and bullshit some excuse so that the Death Eaters don't murder every non-pureblooded witch or wizard.

After I had finished my self motivation I heard what sounded like a baby crying. I stood up and turned around and saw what must have been Harry Potter sitting in his crib, tears in his eyes.

"Oh he didn't try to kill you yet?" I spoke aloud, after noticing the distinct lack of a scar on his head. I thought for a few minutes and decided I didn't want to risk killing myself by trying to kill him and picked him out of his crib. I paced for a few moments, thinking on what to do, then once again placed him in his crib. Whipping out my wand, I pointed it at him and waved it around in a complex pattern, chanting in Latin. I watched as slowly a carbon copy of the Boy-Who-Lived appeared next to him lying down in the cot - it was like a fake corpse. Then I picked up the real Harry and then muttered 'Avada Kedavra' and watched as the clone thing was struck with the deadly curse. Then to add to the effect and make it look like the rebound had occurred I conjured some ash and a black cloak, and placed it on the ground. I then uttered the killing curse again a few more times, somehow knowing that if it hits an unliving thing an explosion occurs. This caused the roof and walls to explode, the upper floor of the house falling in on itself, and with that I apparated away to Malfoy Manor.

I appeared at the end of the long drive, and not being bothered to walk flew up at a slow pace. It would seem then that I still had Riddle's memories. I knew how to make the clone thing, and that Avada Kedavra causes explosions when fired at a non-living target. This is an unexpected bonus.

I arrived at the doorstep to see Dobby there waiting. "Hello, Dobby." I said cheerfully. He looked as if he were about to have a heart attack, he was that shocked. I guess the evil Lord Voldemort being cheerful would surprise everyone. "Take me to your master please." I ordered.

"Master Malfoy is in bed with his wife, Master Dark Lord sir." Dobby responded.

"Well take me to their bedroom then." I responded.

He bowed and led me up two flights of stairs, down a corridor, and to the left. He opened a door and inside I saw the sleeping forms of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, in a cot at the foot of the bed lay Draco, also asleep.

I coughed but they didn't awake, so I whispered "Agumenti" and laughed as they both awoke with a yell.

I laughed and they turned to see me standing there.

"My Lord!" Lucius gasped and dropped to one knee, as did Narcissa.

"Lucius," I nodded. "I don't have much time, I have taken Harry Potter, you are to raise him as your son, put a strong glamour on him or something, you will hear that I perished trying to kill him, this is obviously not true, I want this to remain between us. I don't need to tell you the consequences of you breaking this trust."

I started to walk away as he asked. "My Lord, where are you going to go?"

"That is none of your concern, Lucius" I said and walked away, down the stairs. Leaving him staring at the infant Potter child.

This is going to be fun...

A/N

Well, here it is! Everyone who responded said they wouldn't mind a Voldemort SI so here you go! I hope you enjoyed. The same things go from the first Author's Note from 'A Good King' apart from the research thing, I've ended up doing more for that story then I thought possible, I probably will still make mistakes though so be mindful of that. Also, be aware that while I've read the books I'm more knowledgable of the movies so I'm going mainly off of those. Please leave a review and once again, thanks for reading!