Title: Darkness Above

Summary: You often get to read this stories were Harry Potter is sent back in time, meets and befriends Tom Riddle and together they're an unstoppable team. Oh, and a couple, of course.

You also often get to read stories were an adult Harry is sent back in time or to an alternate universe and has to kill Voldemort in it again all over again, trying to hide the fact that he's from the future.

However you rarely read a fanfiction were those two scenarios are being combined...

Rating: M

Warnings: AU, light bashing and boyxboy. Don't like, don't read. Some OOC can't be avoided as well since the main characters have been brought up in a different way then in canon.

Also I apologize for any mistakes in spelling and grammer. English is not my mother language. If anyone wants to be my beta, you're welcome.

Note for the prolog: Harrison Evans and Marvolo Riddle are Harry Potter and Tom Riddle. They live in an AU were they rule the world together. It will later be made clear why they use those names (aside from it becoming misleading when they meet their past selfs). The prolog shall describe exactly what the title says, a completely normal day in their life.

Disclaimer: Well... do I earn money with this? No? ...shit happens.

Darkness Above

"My Prince", the kneeling man said and bowed his head until it almost touched the ground. "I have the layout for the new law you want to bring into motion."

Harrison Evans, better known as the Dark Prince, gave his second-in-command, Regulus Black, the barest of smiles and took the file from him.

"Thank you, Regulus. When do you recon this will be established in everyday life?"

"Well, that depends. The Wolfsbane Potion requires a lot of expensive ingredients. In order to be able to offer them to all of them we need a lot of funds."

"Alright then..." Harrison though for a moment over the problem. "We already made it so that vampires can ask for magical blood from muggleborns against money. 15% of that income goes to them directly, the rest I want you to take for the Wolfsbane."
"Yes, my Prince."
"And make sure the vampires don't get wind from it. Those races hate each others guts, don't ask me why..."

"It will be just the way you ordered."
"Excellent. Now please sent Narcissa Malfoy in next. She will be my last appointment for today. Then I'll only have the training session in the evening."

Regulus bowed again before heading out of the hall. It was actually meant to be an office but far to big to count as one. On the far end the door opened again and a tall, blonde women entered. She too bowed before even daring to come to stand in front of his desk.

"My Prince, it is a pleasure to see you again", she said politely and made a curtsy.

"You too, Narcissa. It has been a long time, hasn't it?"

Narcissa averted her eyes as if she was afraid her Prince could take offense in her long absence. But Harrison only smiled.

"You are in no trouble", he reassured her and was bemused by the relieved sigh that slipped from her perfect pureblood mask.

"I was simply curious about your latest project. The magical orphanage you opened two years ago. How is your progress with it?"

"My Prince, we have begun as the Dark Lord proposed by visiting muggle families with a high amount of accidental magic being performed. If the children were willing we took them into the orphanage and erased the memory of them from their parents. If the children were unwilling we put the parents and other relatives living with them under a magical vow to never speak about our world to anyone.

Doing this we already found two hundred children in Great Britain and Ireland of different ages and opened another two orphanages. Compared to that the number of pureblood orphans is very low. The children are being brought up the wizarding way. They get an early education, mainly on culture and politic as well as basics from the muggle world but also on magic itself."

"How many of them are being adopted by wizarding families?"

"During to the publication of the recent researches on the inbreeding problem and the weakening of magic itself, quite a few were magically adopted. Around 30% I would say, always the younger ones of course, the ones that show particularly strong magic. It is the greatest wish of every mudblood to be adopted too, so they wouldn't be second-class-citizen anymore."

"That I can imagine. A blood adoption gets rid of their taint and makes their magic clean again. But alas there are so many of them, only the strongest will get that chance."

The foundation for that research had been laid by none other then the legendary Salazar Slytherin himself. It had been given to one Severus Snape, a very talented potion master. He had found out that mudbloods came to be during to a mutation from muggles. Their blood was indeed tainted and in the long run poisoned the pure blood of the wizarding families they married in. On the other hand the magic of old families tended to be either light or dark. There were so few wizards left that those families were forced to marry again. Dark and Light however did not mix in a good way, further weakening the magic. The solution was the blood adoption. A blood adoption cleaned the magic of a mudblood. They became either dark or light depending on their upbringing and even then if they married a wizard with a different orientation the gene they gave their child was a clean one again. Also adopting mudbloods from an early age got rid of the most present source of prejudice: that mudbloods were simply raised in a different way, did not understand about the wizarding world at all and tried to change it nonetheless. It was a brilliant idea, really, and like so many it unfortunately it wasn't Harrisons.

"I am pleased with your progress", Harrison said and smirked when he saw the woman blushing. "Do keep up your good work. Who knows, maybe even I will one day adopt a child from your orphanages?" It was the only way he could ever have a chance to get an heir, after all. Not that he needed one, being practically immortal and aging around three times slower then the average wizard. Still, he had though about it once or twice. Well, maybe just once.

He dismissed the obviously very happy Narcissa before standing up and stretching his limbs. It was time for his lesson. A little bit of training and blowing up things would do him good.

Yes, the Dark Prince and ruler over Great Britain, Ireland and soon France too, smiled to himself. It was a perfectly normal day.

oOoOoOo

"My Lord", the kneeling man said respectfully and bowed his head. "We have done as you have ordered." One could not see much from his face during to the white, skull-like mask disguising most of it. But his stormy gray eyes shined clearly in awe and a hint of fear.

Marvolo Riddle, better known as the Dark Lord, looked up from the maps that were spread on the small wooden table in the middle of the office that made up most of the magical tent.

"What about the provisions?", he asked his second-in-command, Lucius Malfoy.

"The Knights of Walpurgis have raided five muggle farms up until now. The food has been stored, the filth cleaned away. We await a troop of twelve werewolfes in two hours that will grow the fields the magical way. After that we do not expect any problems."

"Did the Batôns submit to our demands yet?"

"I fear not, my Lord."

Marvolo scowled. There were 45 wizarding families in France in total. Twelve had already been on their side and supported them when they were still busy with Britain. Another 15 had submitted themselves as soon as Marvolo had made his first political strikes, six had woken up after the first raids. Already three greater families had been killed off, children under the age of 14 had been brought to Britain to the orphanages.

The Batôns, an old and rich family, were next.

"Prepare another raid, then. We need get more house-elves too, make sure none of them are killed.

"My Lord, what should we do about the local resistance then?"

"We will make a split attack. I will lead a group of knights to the hideout of the resistance that we found last week. That will call the aurors in too so nobody of skill will be able to help the Batôns when you lead the second group there. Rules as usual, give them the chance to come to our side. Kill them when they refuse."

"Of course, My Lord."
"Oh, and Lucius? I don't want any rumors about torture sessions. We are here to free this country, not to enslave it. Make sure Bella understands that too."

"Yes, my Lord. However, in that case we may need more knights then we currently have stationed here."

"Hm... Evans said he had another group of recruits ready. I'll bring them at once."

If Malfoy found something strange in the fact that his Lord would see to such a mundane message personally, he didn't let it show. He was soon dismissed and Marvolo left the tent.

Outside a terrible scream rang in his ears. In the middle of the camp a man had been tied to a wooden post. He only wore his trousers and his torso was littered with bloody gashes and burn marks. A knight with his mask on was pointing his wand at the prisoner.

"We can make this quick and painless... or we can make it hell for you", he said to the man. "I will repeat myself one last time. The Wards, De Vré, what do they consist of? We know you were the one to create them, don't deny it..."

Marvolo was strolling through the camp without giving his attention to anything that his knights were up to – mostly training, dueling, running around putting messages about. But for a split second he allowed himself to look at the tortured man, reveling in his pain and desperation. Nowadays he barely got a chance to express his more sadistic natures properly. He wished he was the one torturing that prisoner. But no, he didn't have time for that. He had a war to fight and an army to lead, he couldn't occupy himself with such childish desires. He would find far better entertainment soon anyway.

For a moment his and the eyes of De Vré met and he could see the pleading in them. At first Marvolo though the man wanted to die, wanted the pain to end. But then he realized with quite some amusement, that the man hoped he'd help him – because unlike everyone else in the camp he didn't wear one of these silver masks. Apart from his knights no one knew that Marvolo Riddle was really the Dark Lord Voldemort. When he went into battle he changed his appearance into a fearsome, twisted image of himself. An incomplete transformation, resembling that of his animagus form, a great python. Its purpose was to spread fear among his enemies but also to give him the chance to walk among normal wizards that weren't involved in the war without being recognized. When they had first stepped forward to attack England's society, that had been a crucial advantage since he could work on politics and fight a crude war at the same time.

Marvolo didn't savor De Vré a second glance and instead threw a handful of floo powder into the blazing flames of the campfire.

~Dark Manor~, he hissed in Parseltongue and the flames took him away.

Yes, the Dark Lord smiled to himself, blood, plans and warfare – that was a perfectly normal day for him.

oOoOoOo

Marvolo entered the Dark Manor through the grand fireplace. Calling a house-elf he found out that Evans was with the new recruits. Entering the training hall he was greeted with a beautiful sight.

Harrison Evans, his partner, his brother, his friend, his lover, his source of immortality was in the middle of a fight. Five young recruits were targeting him at once, firing disarming spells and stupors at him. The man didn't bother to pull up a shield, instead dodging the spells. One sorry excuse of a wannabe knight actually got hit by one of the stray curses. The remaining four pulled together, firing more advanced spells with each step. Harrison turned around, ducked and twisted his body to avoid some of the spells that were more difficult to block. When they managed to aim their curses on the same time again he hissed softly, calling on his magic and pulling a blue sphere around him, deflecting every single spell.

The four recruits made the mistake to halt their actions, looking at each other for a clue what to do.

"No more ideas?", Evans drawled and lazily drew his wand. It was then that the other wizards realized that up until now he hadn't even needed it to deflect their spells.

"Then it's my turn", he growled darkly. The fear in their eyes was most amusing.

Harrison moved so fast one barely could follow him. He fired a mild stunner at the first recruit, who was caught completely off guard. The second reflexively pulled up a shield but Evans kicked him against his chest, throwing him backwards. The other two were more guarded now. One of them tried to fire another curse but with a flick of his wand Harrison summoned a pair of thick roots that grew out of the blank stone ground and wriggled around his legs. Harrison simply snatched his wand out of his hand when he tried to burn the roots. His last companion wanted to free him, pointing his wands to the roots. In this moment Evans' gaze passed Marvolos. His entire posture changed immediately. He let go of his battle stance, his body relaxed, his attitude became challenging.

"My, my, the Dark Lord is visiting today, what an honor!"

The last recruit turned around to him too, his eyes widening when he saw Marvolo. A silent stunner hit him in the back.

Marvolo came closer while Evans woke up his recruits.

"Your teamwork – terrible", he scolded them. "Smith, you have to improve your reaction time. Parkinson, stop thinking so much and just do it! You won't have time for carefully laid plans in the heat of a battle. Black, better but you have to remember that there are things a Protego will not protect you from. The simplest of all is a physical attack. Bones, you depend to much on your wand and Whiler... Well, I suppose you hold yourself until the end but then you fall for the oldest trick in the world. Really, you have to work on that."

He dismissed the recruits who were more then a little down but took the advice nonetheless. He sent them to practice their dueling with the other recruits and came to greet Marvolo.

"Finally decided to show yourself? Took you long enough", he said easily.

"Who would want to stay around such an annoying brat like yourself anyway?", Marvolo asked rhetorically. "I'm here because of business."
Harrison sneered. "Of course you are. Let's take this to the office then."

They left the training hall. Shutting the door to the office behind him Harrison sat down on the table, not caring about the chaos he was causing to the papers on it.

"So, what brought you here? Having problems in France?", he asked.

"Quite the opposite. Everything is fine." He smirked.

"Yeah, yeah, and even if it wasn't you wouldn't tell me, right?"
"Exactly." Marvolo came closer until he stood right in front of Harrison. The latter one raised his hand, putting a lost strand of ebony black hair behind the ear of his lover. Staring into his dark red eyes he felt the familiar need to touch him, so smell him, to taste his skin and bury his hands in his hair. But it was Marvolo who leaned forward first, catching his lips in a hot kiss. One hand grabbed his neck, the other his waist as he was pulled forward. A soft moan escaped Harrisons mouth when Marvolo began to suck at his lower lip. He pressed himself against the body of the older man and only let go of him when he felt the lack of air.

"I'm going to strike a double attack next week", Marvolo murmured, nibbling at his ear. "I'll need another troop of recruits for it."

Harrison gasped when Marvolo found a particularly sensitive spot but pulled back nonetheless.

"That would be a death sentence You saw them, they're not ready."

"Screw it. The mission isn't that difficult." He wanted to pull him towards him again, but Harrison quickly freed himself.

"I'm not going to sent these... these children to a suicide mission!"

"Such is the life of a soldier, Harrison!", Marvolo returned, slightly raising his voice. He did not like being refused. And yet he should have known Harrison would make him trouble. He always did. Marvolo was like water, engulfing the masses and pulling them with him in rapture like the flow. Harrison was like fire, melting and forging the souls of his followers until they were perfect tools, working together in a way that made people think they could read each others mind. Both of them had their ways to ensure the loyalty of their followers. Nobody would ever dare to refuse Lord Voldemort because they feared him – but only him. Being a Knight of Walpurgis meant that you had to fear no one else. Not hunger, not poverty, not enemy wizards. As long as you feared Lord Voldemort.

Harrison on the other hand was their Prince. He was their heart, their soul. They loved him. They craved for his attention, for his approval. He was only using them and most of them knew that but would still sacrifice their lifes for him in an instant. It was a system that worked wonderfully but it did have the unfortunate disadvantage of them having a great responsibility towards their men. While Marvolo was willing to be more lenient with their rules when the gain was a great one, Harrison was not.

Marvolo grabbed Harrisons arm and the younger one could see a hint of danger in his eyes. "We want to change this world together, do we not? Justice, equality, peace...You have to fight for these things. These so called children all have murdered more then once. They knew what they signed up for and they did it willingly. I don't need your permission to take them and you know it..."

Harrison bit his lip and averted his eyes. "Then what exactly", he meant finally, "would I get out of it?"

Marvolo smirked again. A deal. That was how their relationship had always been. A chain of deals and bargains and bets. Always fighting for the upper hand.

"Well then, do humor me. Name your price."

"Oh, I'll be generous. You may chose", Harrison answered with an evil grin. "An general allowance for muggleborns to work in the ministry..."

Marvolo snarled. "I will never understand why you insist on keeping those weaklings happy when all we need them for is bearing children."
"...your giants stopping their rampage in south France..."
"Those are muggle villages!"

"Absolute isolation, Tom, that's what we decided on! But maybe the last option will please you better?"

"Oh? What would that option be?", Marvolo said, growling in annoyance of his lover's use of his detested first name.

Harrison wrapped his arms around his neck, smirking diabolically. "I'd let the matter go... If you'd bottom for me."

Marvolo's face fell. "What!?"

"You heard me, Tom. I want you on the bottom."

"No way in hell!"
"Aw, come on! It would be fun!"

Marvolo looked absolutely horrified. That was until Harrisons grin widened and he realized that that had been his aim all along – to catch him off guard, to see his mask slip. Damn him.

"It's only one troop of fresh recruits", he pressed finally. "Name another price."

Harrison signed and drew back. "Fine. Give me another two weeks and up the age of hostages and prisoners not to be killed to fifteen and you can take them. I'll give them a crash course."

"You have five days."
"Ten."
"A week", Marvolo hissed, "and not a day longer."

Harrison nodded curtly. It was still too early for his liking... But he would have to do the best out of it.

"Sometimes I'm not sure why I even put up with you", Marvolo growled.

"It's because I'm awesome", Harrison answered grinning. "And because that horcrux of yours stuck inside of me makes you immortal. But mainly because I'm awesome."

"Do keep telling that to yourself."

"Aw, don't be like that", Harrison said, back to his teasing self. "I know you love me!"
"I'm a psychopath, Harrison, I do not have empathy. I wouldn't know love if it jumped me in the face."

"Like so?", he asked, pushing against his chest hard. Caught off guard Marvolo stumbled, falling to the ground with Harrison on top of him.

"See", he whispered, his mouth barely an inch away from his ear. "Now I have you on the bottom."

"You blood bastard", Marvolo growled. Within seconds he had caught Harrisons hands and turned them around. One knee pressing against his crotch Marvolo pried a low moan from him even before he let his hands wander over his body. Suddenly Harrison wore far to much clothing for his liking.

~You can be such an insolent brat sometimes, can't you?~, Marvolo hissed, slipping into parseltongue. It made Harrison shiver. His erection was already throbbing painfully and he couldn't get rid of his robes fast enough. A whispered word later he had vanished his lovers robes with wandless magic.

Marvolo snickered at him. ~So impatient!~

~Shut the fuck up!~

As if to make his point clear he drew the other wizard into a kiss. Instantly they began to fight for the dominance. Their magical connection practically sang under their touch. Marvolos horcrux inside of Harrison and Harrisons horcrux inside of Marvolo – the two pieces that made them broken, that made them complete – made them immortal.

Marvolo bit on his neck, sucking at the skin of his shoulders, his collarbone, his nipples. Harrison in turn buried his hands in his ebony hair, silently begging him to get lower. Instead his lover pulled him into another kiss. Somewhere between their passionate fight Harry had lost the rest of his clothing. Marvolos erection was grinding against his and he knew he couldn't take it much longer.

~Salazar! What do you need so long for!?~, Harrison hissed angrily, knowing that Marvolo couldn't withstand the temptation of him speaking parseltongue while having sex if his life depended on it.

As expected Marvolo let go of a deep moan, finally burying himself inside of Harrison. Pain shoot up his body and he gasped, but he only hold tighter on his lover. That was exactly how he liked it.

As they moved in the same rhythm they couldn't help a small smile. Yes, it was a completely normal day. And they loved their life!