Chapter 3

"Harry Potter!" he screamed triumphantly, mentally at least. Outwardly, he was slipped on a mask of complete shock and horror. The slightly singed piece of paper in his own writing proclaimed his plan had worked after all.

Ever since the boys kidnapping at the hand of Voldemort nothing had happened other than a couple of articles in the Prophet. Quite simply, the boy and Voldemort had disappeared off of the face of the world.

Hermione Granger had been devastated at the loss of her friend, and Dumbledore was fairly sure something had happened between the two before Harry had left. She had spent weeks crying in her dormitory, refusing to come out for classes. She had been put in the hospital wing after she had passed out from a mixture of starvation, exhaustion, and thirst. She had stayed a couple of weeks into the summer holidays getting slowly better at the experienced hands of the renowned school nurse.

After her stay at the hospital wing she left to stay with her parents. After returning to the school she had begun her search for a spell or some other type of magic that would return Harry to Hogwarts, but had gone for two years without her search bearing fruit.

As Dumbledore stared at the parchment spat forth by the cup he heard the steadily growing whispers of fear, excitement, and horror. After a year of silence from the Dark Lord and Harry the world had assumed that Harry had converted to the Dark, and was becoming Voldemort's apprentice. The rumors had slowly grown to outrageous proportions by the end of his second year of absence from the wizarding world.

When Dumbledore had announced the starting of the Triwizard Tournament to get the world's mind off of the Boy-Who-Lived so he could continue his search in peace, he hadn't expected the outcome. He internally smiled to himself as he remembered the day in the not so distant past.

Flashback

"Professor!" said the muffled voice.

Dumbledore sighed. It was Miss Granger again with another attempt at locating the lost Mr. Potter. He wished he could continue his search in peace, yet that appeared to be impossible. Hermione showed up at least four times a year with another far stretched idea that wouldn't work. He admired the girls enthusiasm, but she clearly was grasping for any sort of straw that would bring Harry back.

Waving his hand to make the gargoyle move aside he heard the familiar thump of Hermione's feet as she sprinted up the staircase. However, he hadn't expected the girl to enter in her pink pajamas with snitches floating around them with wide eyes and a pale face.

"Professor!" she repeated.

"How may I help you this evening Miss Granger? As you can probably see, I'm a rather busy person," said Dumbledore.

He repeated the familiar phrase from every single one of Miss Granger's visits in the hopes that eventually it would cause her to leave him in peace.

"Professor I've figured it out! Or, I guess you did it but I figured it out! You just did it and I got an idea…" she trailed off as she realized her completely incomprehensible rambling was getting her nowhere.

"Please repeat that again Miss Granger?" said a confused Dumbledore. She had his attention now, because she appeared a lot more excited and confident in whatever her new idea was.

"The Triwizard Cup is a binding contract! If your name is pulled from the cup you must compete!" she exclaimed as if this was the perfect explanation.

"I'm glad you know the rules but I don't know how this could pertain to Mr. Pot-" he trailed off. Her idea was genius. If Harry's name could be pulled from the cup Voldemort would have no choice but to let him attend Hogwarts to participate. The idea had merit, but the only way Voldemort would let Harry go would be if he had complete faith in Harry's loyalty to him and his cause.

If Voldemort didn't trust Harry, he would just cut his losses and kill the boy. However this wouldn't be the end of the world, seeing as he could cut off one of Voldemort's most powerful potential supporters by doing this.

Another idea was floating on the edge of his consciousness, but he couldn't make it out. So he returned to the matter at hand.

"That is quite an ingenious idea Miss Granger. I shall have Harry installed under the name of a different school which should require him to participate as he is the only person who would be under that schools name," said Dumbledore. He rambled mostly to himself but let Hermione in on his internal plotting.

He let free his first true smile in years. Yes, he would be able to get Mr. Potter back.

End Flashback

The whispers from the students came and went as the realized what this would mean. The Dark Lord's heir himself would be participating in this tournament. Some were scared, others were curious, (mostly the Slytherins) and others (the Gryffindors) were happy.

The Gryffindors knew Harry. He was a really good guy. He wouldn't possibly turn to the Dark Lord, would he?

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"WORMTAIL!" he bellowed.

The broken man came limping to his master. He was missing an eye, an arm, and his entire right side was a broken mess. For when Harry had taken his place by the Dark Lord as his apprentice, he was introduced to all of the Death Eaters. Upon learning of Peter's place in his past, he had wordlessly cast the Vox spell. It was an acid spell that spewed forth high powered green acid that ate away the flesh of anything it encountered.

Voldemort wasn't happy that Harry destroyed his servant, but he was as happy as he could be when Harry wordlessly cast one of the more powerful Dark Arts spells he knew. From that day forth, Voldemort had started Harry on his training. The training was designed to take two years, and encompass the entirety of the Hogwarts curriculum.

Voldemort knew the single most powerful motivation for spellwork. Emotion. Some emotions, like happiness, love, anger, and sadness directly fueled certain spells. Love fueled protective wards, while anger fueled most combat spells. Sadness fueled spells for emotional drainage, whilst happiness worked toward the Patronus spell.

He laughed at the last part. Most people believed he couldn't cast the spell because he was a 'Dark Lord'. However, the spell was easy for him to learn. He just used one of his favorite memories.

Flashback

He walked through the stone corridors. Getting in here had proved far more difficult than he would like to admit. He had weaved through countless corridors trying to find his destination, but after meeting several dead ends he was starting to become quite angry.

He started down the fourth staircase of this path. It was by far the deepest of the passages he had ventured into. He walked through dark corridors blanketed in blackness. Walking forward he encountered the fourth Cerberus so far.

Cursing he threw his strongest severing charm in his repertoire and chopped off the far right head. Just like the rest this only agitated the other two further. The great behemoth began to limber forward on seldom used limbs to crush its foe when it met its end at the base of two more curses.

Tom shook his head. These beasts served as nothing more than a distraction. He had figured on there being a dragon at least or maybe even a basilisk. Shaking his head he walked forward into the darkness once again.

The corridor stretched on for miles. He had lost track of how many days he had spent here. Maybe it had been a week or two, or just as many months. Finally he reached the end of the corridor. Cursing again as he realized he had hit another dead end he pounded his fist against the wall. Cursing as he lost his balance when his hand went straight through the wall which turned out to be a cleverly designed illusion.

He landed flat on his face, sprawled in a very undignified position when the cackling of an old man could be heard.

He stood and brushed himself off. Trying to gather the remnants of his dignity; he walked forward toward the only light source in the room. The light shone on the mad face of his target, Lord Grindelwald.

The man sat with his back against the wall, smiling up at him.

"Ah! I haven't had a visitor since Albus! And just who might you be young man?" said the Dark Lord.

"My name? Riddle sir, Tom Marvolo Riddle."

"Ah! Muggleborn or half-blood?"

"Half-blood sir."

"And who the bloody hell do you think you are calling sir? Why are you showing respect to a convicted mass murderer eh?"

"I have much respect for what you have done sir. Muggles and Muggleborns should be shown their place."

"Why muggleborns boy? They are just as magical as you and I."

"Because of their breeding. I can't stand muggles or muggle lovers."

"So what if a muggleborn hated muggles hmmm? Would he or she still be subject to your hatred?"

"Enough. I've come for information."

"Well there just might be an aspiring Dark Lord within you! Maybe you do have the balls!" he cackled.

"Where is the Elder Wand?"

The cackling stopped short. The man went from maddened laughter to deadly serious too fast for any normal being. The cold blue eyes of the mad wizard burrowed into his soul. Riddle felt like a caged animal. He was being dissected piece by piece by this man.

"Ah, so you know the truth. The wand however is with the 'half-moon' man," said Grinelwald.

"Dumbledore?" asked Riddle.

"Huh, I thought that was rather clever myself, you were supposed to take a while to figure it out, but no matter," said Grindelwald. "So boy, how exactly do you plan to destroy the muggles?"

"I shall gather followers and lead them on a crusade to burn the accursed muggles and their protectors to ash!" he proclaimed.

"That is a shitty plan. What you need is a concept; an idea. Something that will strike total fear into the hearts of all you encounter. To do this, you must become more than human. You must ascend yourself above commoners. You must become something greater."

"So a Lord?"

"Close, but now you need a name to go with the title."

He thought long and hard; about his aspiritions, and his fears. Then the name came to him.

"Lord Voldemort."

"Lord Flight from Death? That is fitting of a Dark Wizard indeed."

"Indeed."

End Flashback

He sat in his chair observing the grotesque abomination that Wormtail had become at the hands of his student. The man brought forth the copy of the wizarding worlds ever popular Daily Prophet. As the man scurried off to leave his master in peace he was met with a cry of outrage.

"What is this?" screamed the Dark Lord.

"The Daily Prophet sir. Would you prefer the Quib-" said Wormtail.

"You fucking fool! I am not talking about the damned paper; I'm talking about the article!" said the Dark Lord. "Fetch me Harry at once!"

The man shambled off to fetch Harry while Voldemort scanned the article again. His eyes darted from point to point reading over the paper as the words started to sink in.

The door opened to reveal a very regally dressed young man. He was wrapped in a cloak of the darkest black with emerald green embroidery. His hair was short. He had long ago given up on the fight to tame it and had decided to keep it too short for it to curl and wave as it used to. However, his most notable feature was his scar.

It was not the scar of legend across his forehead. That had been removed upon his request by Voldemort. This scar was a deeply magical scar in nature. It ran down from his ear to his jaw on his left cheek. The scar was from a spat with a local vampire. It had cut his face with its sharpened finger nails and left a deep gash. However, the consequences were not predictable. Harry was definitely still alive, yet his skin was colder to the touch. He also had become quite an attractive man who was capable of causing man women to swoon.

Voldemort hadn't figured out if this was from the scar or because of his natural growth into good looks. Harry suffered none of the awkwardness of a teen going through puberty. His voice had deepened and he didn't suffer from any aesthetic flaws that Voldemort could see.

Overall, Voldemort was quite proud of his protégé. The boy was powerful and handsome. If Voldemort was gay he might be attracted to him. However, Voldemort had flipped sexuality the bird in return for more power in one of his many rituals. Harry however, was known throughout the manor for his many adventures with the various daughters of pureblooded Death Eaters who their fathers had brought along while they were in meetings.

Harry walked forward with a purpose.

"You called?" asked Harry. Harry was the only one Voldemort allowed to address him as an equal. Lucius had tried once after seeing Harry do it and hadn't been able to move without wincing for at least a week.

"We have a problem Harry." He banished the paper to Harry who snagged it out of the air and began to read. He snapped his fingers and his personal elf deposited his usual platter of food on the table in front of his seat. Sitting down he began to drink his morning coffee.

"I don't see how this is a problem at all. In fact, this is quite the opportunity. This will place me right in the middle of Dumbledore's power source."

Now that Voldemort thought about it, he began to realize just how much damage Harry could do if he went.

"I see. Go, gather your things. You must be there this afternoon. Request a resort. If Dumbledore argues, just tell him under Statute 23 that you are elligable for resorting due to your position as an heir to the founders and for being absent from the school for a period exceeding two years. Do not display any overt signs of your greater knowledge base, and make sure to stay in your year group. Do not try to test out."

Harry nodded along with the Dark Lord. His thoughts mirrored the worlds being spoken, but he didn't care to voice that out loud. Just because the Dark Lord treated him as his equal, didn't mean that he would play nice if Harry pissed him off. He just wasn't even close to being at that level he would need to be at to even hope to challenge the Dark Lord in any shape or form.

Internally he was exuberant. He would get to return to Hogwarts, and he would get to spend some time with his current romantic interest; Susan Bones. She was the niece of one of the best informers in the business. Her aunt refused to take the mark because it would make her allegiance obvious if she was ever forced to bear the mark. Nobody would ever suspect Amelia Bones of being a Death Eater.

However, her cold and callous attitude toward killing was well known. It was just assumed she was a woman who wasn't afraid to get the job done, but like every other pureblood she believed in their own superiority.

Purebloods; they were another topic completely in Harry's mind. He had recently learned of his own status as a pureblood not too long ago.

Flashback

"Welcome to Gringotts. What do you need?" said the goblin.

"I need a blood test goblin. Make it quick and I will make it worth your while," said Harry. He knew how to deal with goblins. They had no 'kinder' nature. They were beings who worshipped power and took it in any form. Gold just happened to be their favorite.

Eyes gleaming, the goblin set about setting up the appropriate arrangements in another room while Harry impatiently waited outside of the room. He didn't understand why Riddle would make him take the test. Other than briefly explaining that he might inherit something from a distant relative of the Potters who had died during the recent wars, he had been particularly vague about the whole topic.

The goblin returned shortly after, and he beckoned for Harry to join him.

Harry walked into the small stone room that was covered in runes. He took a seat and waited for the goblin to explain the steps.

"Take this knife and make a small incision. It will heal itself when the minimum amount of blood has been drawn."

Deciding to screw with the goblin, Harry took the knife and stabbed himself clean through the hand. The goblin leapt into the air wide eyed and swearing in the goblin language. Harry calmly withdrew the knife with only a wince and let his blood pour into the basin. Within a second the wound had sealed and left a small scar.

"Usually there isn't any scar left behind, but such a wound wasn't meant to be cured by the blade. Moving on however, your noteworthy relations and vaults you stand to inherit upon reaching your majority will appear on this parchment."

Soon names began to appear. First the Potter line began to appear, shortly followed by the Prewett family line. Finally, the list dwindled down to showing his father: James Potter, and his mother: Beatrice Prewett.

"Excuse me, but would you please explain to me why in the bloody hell my mother is listed as Beatrice Prewett?" asked a startled Harry.

The goblin surveyed the parchment, and its eyebrows rose ever so slightly.

"As I recall Mr. Potter, Beatrice Prewett died when the last of Grindelwald's supporters attacked the Prewett family when she was only a few months old. The body was never found, but it was assumed she had died in the fire. However it is possible that she was adopted and raised as Lily Evans."

'That would explain why Petunia and my mother looked so different,' Harry thought.

"That makes sense," said Harry.

He turned his eyes back toward the paper and saw three names in gold ink instead of the normal black. They were Potter, Black, and Prewett.

"Why are these names in gold?" he asked.

The startled goblin looked at the page and its eyes widened. He quickly told Harry he would quickly return and left. He came back shortly after bearing two pieces of parchment.

"Gold means you stand to inherit the position as head of an Ancient and Noble family Mr. Potter. You must understand that there are only twelve ancient families left in existence, and you will be inheriting three of them," said the Goblin.

"What does this mean?" asked a startled Harry.

"It means you are about to be subject to some very ancient laws. You must produce an heir for each of these three houses by the law of the Wizengamot. You must marry so that these families you will be inheriting will remain existing. You can do this one of two ways. You could marry a woman for each house, which is your right as the head of three houses. You can also marry a single woman and hope you have three sons, and name them all heirs of a respective family. However, due to the financial failings of the Prewett line I suggest you either make a single child the heir of all three, or before you pass along the headships donate gold from the Black and Potter vaults to balance out the money in each vault."

"I understand the inheriting the Potter family, and I assume that I have the Prewett family as well since they do not have any living males other than the Weasley's," at this his lips curled in disgust. "But how do I stand to inherit the Black's?"

"This parchment right here is the will of one Sirius Orion Black; since he is incarcerated for life, the duties as head of the family pass on to his designated heir. You are in his will as the heir to the headship."

"So what do I stand to inherit?" asked a curious Harry.

"From the Potter lines you receive 110,042 galleons, 14 sickles, and 10 knuts. From the Prewett family you inherit 1,042 galleons and 4 knuts. From the Black family you inherit 320,435 galleons. All of these families have different assortments of items in their vaults but they do not come included in the dossiers."

Harry whistled. That was a lot of money. Then a brilliant idea struck him and he began to laugh.

"Goblin, can the head of a family annul marriages?" asked Harry.

"Yes they can sir."

"Then I would like to annul the marriage between one Arthur Weasley and Molly Weasley. I also request back the dowry due to Weasley's inability to produce a Prewett heir," said Harry. Harry was gleeful. He could finally get revenge on the conniving bastards who tried to set him up with their ugly daughter who turned out to be his cousin.

The requirement to pay back the dowry would bankrupt Arthur, but Harry would let Molly continue to live with him. It was just to priceless to allow the chance to strike a blow against his enemies so easily. The fact that Arthur had a lot of children made him laugh, because he didn't name a single one of them a Prewett heir meant that he had foregone the contract that went along with every single wizarding marriage. A dowry of five hundred galleons was a paltry sum to most pureblood families, but it would destroy the Weasley's.

"Goblin bring me the head rings of the three houses."

The goblin bowed on his way out. Sitting in front of him was not just a teenager now, but the heir of several families. The Prewett's might have been very poor, but they still had a seat on the Wizengamot which made them very powerful.

Harry ended up waiting around twenty minutes for the goblin to return from the vaults bearing the rings. When he returned he handed Harry the rings which he inspected carefully.

Each ring was identical in every way except for the gemstones and the words surrounding them. The Potter family ring had a ruby, the Black's had a sapphire, while the Prewett's had a topaz. The three of them were made out of a shine gold color.

Harry quickly donned the rings and left the building overburdened with thoughts.

End Flashback

Harry came back from his own little world in his mind as he stood over his now packed trunk. In between his thoughts he had filled the seven compartment trunk with everything that he would need for the coming year.

His thoughts were muddles with the various emotions that coursed through him, but he managed to suppress them with his budding Occlumency shields. Harry sighed and laid down on his bed. He snagged a dreamless sleep potion and downing the contents. He fell into a restless sleep.

The morning after Harry was suffering from a terrible headache. Something from dreamless sleep draughts made his head hurt like hell. He grumbled as he stood up and made his way to the bathroom to do his business and make himself presentable.

After a shower his headache started to recede and he made his way to breakfast. He ate in silence as usual. Voldemort was usually in his personally library reading different tomes that he had recently acquired. The other Death Eaters were too terrified to be near him after seeing what he had done to Peter.

He quickly stood and made his way to his own budding library. Ever since he had inherited his various positions he had made use of the money to purchase several books to fill up previously sparse shelves. Upon arrival Harry discovered a note from Voldemort.

Harry,

This paper is a portkey. After you've finished eating and packing gather your things and then tap your wand to this paper. It will take you to Hogsmeade.

Voldemort

Nodding his head Harry made his way to his room clutching the paper. He gathered his things and shrunk them all. He placed them in his robes and whipped out his wand.

He tapped his wand against the paper and portkeyed from his room.

The trip was long and nauseating, but Harry stumbled out of the portkey trip relatively okay. Looking around he did indeed realize that he was in Hogsmeade. He pulled up the hood of his cloak and made his way along the dirt path to Hogwarts.

He walked in silence for a few minutes amongst the trees before he came to the stone path off of the dirt road that would lead to Hogwarts. Walking a further fifteen minutes he came into view of the castle. The castle still looked similar to how it had when he was here for his first year. The arches and peaks of the castle spoke volumes about its beautiful architecture. The walls and towers spoke of its incredible structure.

Smiling slightly to himself he began to walk again. The quite was beginning to unnerve him, and his nervousness was starting to gather within him. Once again he pushed it away with Occlumency. He finally reached the bridge that would lead him to the main gate.

His feet clopped lightly along the wood of the bridge. About halfway along he heard a muffled creaking noise. Silently he cast an area summoning charm for all invisibility cloaks and threw out a water charm in a circle around him.

The water charm spewed forth and revealed a disillusioned foe standing behind him square in the chest. He snapped off a body bind and a stunner at the mystery foe.

Both spells collided and his foe crashed to the floor.

Harry rushed forward and cancelled the stunner and the disillusionment charm. Upon seeing who it was Harry rolled his eyes and unbound her.

"Susan, you really must stop sneaking up on me. I just might hurt you," said Harry.

She stood in front of him, and Harry quickly realized something. Susan was wearing a white t-shirt. She was also quite wet.

"I couldn't resist the chance! Aunty said you would be coming today so I figured I'd wait here for you," she said in an embarrassed voice.

"Its fine, but I simply must say I do think you look good in a black lacey bra."

"What do you me- EEEK!" she screamed and leapt back from Harry. She turned and cast a quick drying charm on her shirt. Thoroughly embarrassed she turned back around with a bright red face. Harry just winked suggestively and she groaned and put her hands over her face.

Shaking his head Harry laughed and began to walk towards the castle. He saw Susan began to creep up beside him, and he took her hand in his. The two walked in silence with the occasional laugh from Harry followed by Susan turning red again.

Susan decided to get Harry back by elbowing him in the side and saying, "So do you think I would look better with the bra off?"

Susan's plan backfired completely when Harry turned and said in a serious voice, "Off definitely. That way there is so much more skin to see. Why, are you offering?"

The last bit was said with a wink, and Susan just turned red and buried her face in her hands again. The walk to the castle was fairly quiet. When they reached the doors Harry pushed them open. He turned to the right and smiled to Susan.

He pulled out his wand and stood right in the center of the doorway to the Great Hall, where on the other side three schools were starting their breakfast. He banished the door open as hard as he could.

The doors slammed into the walls with such force as to echo across the room. All the faces turned to stare at him in shock, awe, or fear. Dumbledore was beaming down at him.

Harry just stepped a few feet in the door and scratched his head acting confused. He said, "Could any of you tell me where I could go to pick up a subscription to Naughty Witches Monthly? I'm afraid Voldemort might have stolen all of my copies for his own personal uses."

A/N: And it's a wrap! Chapter 3 is now up for your viewing pleasure. I know the last chapter ended awkwardly and randomly, but I did it just for this reason. I didn't want to have to go through Second through third years. Here are some basic facts that have changed so far in my story's universe.

1: Sirius is still in jail and will be for the foreseeable future

2: The Chamber of Secret's was not opened. Voldemort recovered his journal from Lucius Malfoy.

3: Harry and Draco are now acquaintances, NOT friends. Harry still doesn't like Draco's attitude.

4: This won't be a story ending with Harry/Multi, or heck maybe it will. I decide how it goes so I don't know. Just know the final pairing is Harry/Daphne. There just might be another girl here or there.

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