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2018

The Dark Lord watched his realm with indifference to the affairs of men, having grown apathetic to others long ago.

At the age of thirty-eight, most men would be living up the last few years of their young adult life attempting to escape the inevitable boredom that awaited.

Emerald eyes glowed in the darkness as the man rose from his throne having finished fully contemplating what he planned to do.

Damn the consequences he could not live in this dreary dull world any longer.

With all the fighting between the muggles and the Wizards finished most of the world was barren land. The only surviving fertile ground having been protected by massive amounts of magic. Wizards and witches now outnumbered muggles and some kept their weaker counterparts as slaves.

Ares probably would have stopped them a long time ago but since then he had lost all he held dear and decided the world could look after itself.

No longer was the feared Dark Lord Potter, or even Ares Peverell-Slytherin.

Merely a man who had lived through too much and simply wanted to move on.

The Slytherin Lord would have killed himself years ago if not for the simple fact he could not. He had made the mistake of uniting the Deathly Hallows and in doing so had escaped the clutches of death. She would not take him until he was at peace with the world and carried no regrets.

If he was a normal wizard like all the other sheep of his world he would be destined to mope around for the next thousand years with no chance of redemption.

No one had ever believed Ares to be normal though even when he was Harry Potter the adventures and achievements would have been enough to secure himself a place in the same realm as Merlin.

Being a Dark Lord gave you a lot more freedom to learn what you wanted with no pesky Ministry restrictions.

Killing off anyone with any useful information and taking it for himself had ensured a huge build up in his repertoire of spells and magical knowledge.

Dark magic his balls half the stuff that had been classified by the ministry as Dark were simply spells and rituals too complicated for the average sheep. Rituals were dangerous sure but all you had to do was ensure you had the correct sacrifice and the results were achieved perfectly.

Ares had gone through several enhancing rituals to increase his endurance and stamina both physical and magical. He hadn't bothered with any other rituals since he could gain most results through hard work anyway.

When he reached magical maturity he had been slightly disappointed because it meant his core had reached its final size. However much to his surprise when immersing himself in the ocean of pure magic that was his core he had discovered magical influxes on an unnatural scale. The Horcrux had damaged his magical core heavily over the first seventeen years of his life and left a gap in his core that was best represented by a whirlpool.

This whirlpool was forever pulling magic towards it in an attempt to expand his already stable magical core even more.

If this had happened to anyone else they would have been killed by the massive influx of magic and drowned in it.

When he had gone back for the resurrection stone in the week after he vanquished Voldemort he had combined all of the Deathly Hallows and absorbed them into himself. In doing so he added a leech to his core that constantly needed feeding, he would normally have fed it on his normal magic and had to wait for his core to replenish constantly leaving him weaker than he should have been.

However, because this whirlpool was always drawing ambient magic into his core the Hallows had a constant route to feed on without affecting his own magic. Ares was able to use all of his normal magic as powerfully as ever, while all the ambient magic around fed the Hallows and allowed him to use their powers.

He could do extensive wandless magic through the elder wand, however, more complicated spells required him to call forth the death stick from his core and will it into physical being.

The cloak allowed him to turn invisible at will and avoid all tracking spells and curses attached to him through his blood. Normally bodily fluids of a magical being could be used to bind a long term curse to them or force their servitude, but the cloak stopped all threats of this permanently.

The stone allowed him to control and talk to Ghosts he summoned for a duration of time which was decided on by how much magic he put into the summoning.

It had taken him a decade and a bit to get used to all the powers but he felt sufficiently adept after years of practice.

This had all brought him to the decision to travel back in time or to a parallel dimension. There would be many consequences of such an action like the destruction of his current timeline and major differences created by his existence in whatever world he found himself in.

It had not taken him long to realise he didn't care about what happened to his current world and the idea of reliving his life how he wanted was well worth the risk.

So for the last year, he had been adapting an already existing time travel ritual to his needs. He had not managed to find a way to allow him to bring back items that were not recognised as a part of him so the only thing he would be bringing was his body, soul, mind and magic.

Finished surveying his realm for the last time he disappeared silently.

It was time for the ritual to begin.

PEVERELL-SLYTHERIN-PEVERELL-SLYTHERIN

Stonehenge

Avalon

The landscape surrounding the ancient stones was devoid of life, with no green left at all. A brown sludge wasteland all that remained of the once beautiful magical kingdom.

Eight people stood inside the ritual circle, all naked and positioned around the pentagon except for the one in the middle.

Six of them were fanatics who believed they were helping a living god reach ascendance and one of them was the unwilling sacrificial lamb.

Ares had spread religion far and wide proclaiming himself a god to ensure absolute obedience from his followers. His six most loyal followers stood arrayed around him ready to give their lives while Molly Weasley an old lady now struggled in her bonds.

"I always hated you subconsciously, you and Granger were just too bossy for my liking," Ares told the ginger matriarch of the now extinct Weasley line,

"Now I'm going to make you bleed!" A glint of insanity appeared in his glowing emerald eyes as he felt the magic around him growing.

Like a conductor, he moved his wand in time to the music killing each of his followers causing the magic to attempt to expand outwards and failing that compressing heavily in the air.

"I'm going to have fun killing your family all over again." The Dark Lord whispered just loud enough for her to hear before he killed her too.

'Sectumsempra'

Blood flowed from the traitorous woman's body flowing into the prepared creases in the ground.

With the magic reaching its pinnacle Ares began chanting in a deep voice that lacked any fundamental emotion.

'Magnificentiam gloriæ sanctitatis Desiderio meo' (Bow to my glorious desire)

Pushing all his will into this command Ares pictured second year, how he felt about Granger being petrified and everything memorable about it.

Finally magic reached its peak and with a great flash of light, the Dark Lord Peverell-Slytherin ceased to exist in this timeline.

This signalled the implosion of the universe and destruction of all life that remained.

PEVERELL-SLYTHERIN-PEVERELL-SLYTHERIN

Rewrote the start to make it better.

This story is based off all the countless Dark Lord fanfics I have read.

I hope people like it, if not oh well.

I obviously own nothing to do with Harry Potter.

I'm sorry if you wanted a fic were Harry kept his original name.

Bye.