It was the 1th of September and everything was busy. Little Harry was running up and down the stairs, scaring all the house elves, stressing his new adopted father and constantly asking if he had forgotten anything.

"Salazar, would you calm down already ?!", Harrison called finally. "It's not you who's entering Hogwarts today, it's Uncle Vol. "

"l know that", Harry answered exited. "But it'll still be the first time I get to see the train!"

Next to the stairs Marvolo left his office, looking as though he was about to go to a Quidditch game. Namely quite sour. "I still do not see why I can't floo to Hogsmeade like any other self-respecting wizard would", he murmured.

"It's so that little Harry has his fun", Harrison replied helpfully. "And you do want to make your godson happy, don't you?"

"Actually, I'd rather kiss a flobberworm", came the sour answer.

"Well, if you come with us now, you can kiss me", he offered. "I promise, I taste lots better then a flobberworm."

"My, how would you manage?", Marvolo mock teased.

Harrison just smiled at him affectionately.

"Uncle Vol, where is your trunk?", little Harry asked.

Marvolo glared at him.

Harrison cleared his throat. "Hatchling, wizards generally shrink their luggage or use bottomless bags with featherlight charms to carry it."
"Oh", little Harry said and went bright red. He had dropped another brick. It happened quite often of course and Uncle Vol would always get mad at him for it. Harrison was mostly amused by his mistakes but he did his best to teach Harry the wizarding way. The little boy was determined not to disappoint him. He wanted to learn everything about the wizarding world. He never wanted to live like a muggle ever gain what with all the wonders this new world showed him. But above all he was scared that maybe Harrison would leave him alone if he didn't do well enough. On first sight that seemed unlikely but Harry was not stupid. He saw how his new father always looked at Uncle Vol, silently apologizing when Harry did something wrong, asking for permission with a glance, always watching him, always choosing his position in the room so he could have an eye on him. Uncle Vol was equally focused on him. They were like a pair of dancers constantly circling each other, trying to predict each others reactions. Although they were teasing each other a lot it was always very careful, never stepping over that invisible line between them. If Uncle Vol really wanted little Harry gone, Harrison would sent him back. That's why it was so important to Harry that Uncle Vol liked him, that he was in his good grades. He had quickly learned that acting as less muggle and childish as possible was the best way for him to do so.

He was living with the two wizards for three weeks now and for him it was like paradise. He had gotten his own room, his own bed and Harrison even went shopping with him for new clothes. He had told him about a magical place called 'Diagon Alley' and promised to take him there next summer. For his birthday he gave Harry a catalog from Flourish and Blotts and he was allowed to order ten books out of it, with some hints from Harrison. Ten books! He had never ever gotten so many birthday presents. Actually, he had never ever gotten even one! He had though he didn't even have a birthday.

Harry didn't exactly love reading but the books provided something for him that was essentially for his life now: knowledge. Without knowledge on the wizarding world he would never win Uncle Vol over. So he gladly read everything he could about magical creatures, about so called pureblood mannerisms, history and the system of the world in general, including a very interesting book called 'Hogwarts: A History'.

For his birthday he also got his own house elf. They got three in total: Cabby, who was responsible for the garden, Nizzel, who did the laundry, general cleaning and was specifically called by Harrison whenever he needed something and Tibbs who was only there for Harry but also did all the cooking. Marvolo, who had never been particularly fond of elves, also used Nizzel when he was at home but at Hogwarts he didn't need an elf anyway.

Having an own servant was such an foreign concept for Harry, who had been a servant himself for most of his life, that he had a hard time accepting that Tibbs reacted very badly to simple words like 'thank you' or 'please'. She used to break into tears, overwhelming him with gratitude and worshiping the ground he walked on. It was very disconcerting. Eventually he got used to just accepting her service as granted.

Accepting Harrison as his new father was a lot easier. The man looked so much like him it was easy to believe they were relatives. Sometimes Harry even though Harrison was really his father and just pretended otherwise because he was ashamed that he left Harry at the muggles. Not that he would be angry at him for it. Just three weeks were enough and he already loved the man.

Harrison often laughed and told jokes although not all of them were really harmless. Even with his young age Harry could see the black humor in them and sometimes he made comments of an even darker nature. Like when he told Harry about the history of witches and wizards in the Middle Ages. How fruitless their hunt on witches had been and how wizards still captured and tortured muggles sometimes to get back on them. When he told him about wizards attending the court of ancient kings, advising but really bewitching them into doing what they wanted them to do, indirectly ruling over the muggles as was their right – then his eyes got that certain gleam and there was a hunger in them he only else had when looking at Marvolo. And then little Harry read about light and dark wizards and without asking he knew to which sort the two belonged to. He was not scared, though. Even when he did something wrong or asked stupid questions or was late for dinner Harrison would scold, but never hurt him. He was never hit, never sent to his room without food, he didn't even have to help the house elves. No, when he angered his guardian he may take away his books or forbid him to leave for the garden or just ignore him for the rest of the day. It only lead to Harry loving him even more and yearning for his approval. His punishments were signs that Harrison loved him too but was disappointed in him. Harry feared those punishments because he didn't want to disappoint, because he didn't want to lose Harrison, didn't want to be sent back.

When Harrison first offered him to call him 'father' he had been delighted. It was every orphans wish come true to have a family. Sometimes when they were alone and Harrison was in a really good mood he would even call him 'Dad'. But never in front of Marvolo, no, because 'Dad' was childish, almost as bad as 'Daddy' which was a no-go. Real pureblood children addressed their parents 'father' and 'mother', at least in public, so that was what he had to call Harrison too.

"Harry, what do you wear there?", his father asked scowling.

Harry looked down at his black wizarding robes confused. "Huh?"
"The train starts from a muggle station, we have to get there the way mortals do", he chuckled. That was another strange thing of Harrison. Sometimes he would call the muggles (or even weak wizards he detested, like the so called mudbloods) 'mortals'. It was a private joke implying that he, as a wizard, was so much above them like a god was above mortals. (He had no idea that the real joke lied in Harrison and Marvolo being practically immortal to everyone but each other because of the prophecy.)

"Ah! I'm sorry! I'll be changed in a minute", he promised.

Although Harrison sported a scowl at the retard little Harry could see the faintest of smiles tug at Marvolos lips. It pleased him that his godson was already so used to wearing robes that he forgot to change today. Yeah, that smile made it worth it.

When little Harry was out of sight Harrison leaned against the next wall. Lost in though he bit his lower lip, staring down at the floor.

"You seem to have something on your mind", Marvolo said after some time. "What is it?"

"Ah, nothing. It's just... nothing."

"Harrison...", Marvolo said quietly but with a hidden warning.

Harrison blew a stray strand of hair out of his forehead. "It's nothing important. Really, it has time till... you come back for the holidays or something."

Judging after Marvolos look now he wanted to know more then ever.

Harrison just sighed, confirmed that little Harry was still gone and began to explain:
"It's just that I got a letter of Gringotts today. They're asking me when I plan to visit the family house and whenever or not I want to sell it. I completely forgot that the Blacks would have to have an own house too."

"What kind of house is it?", Marvolo asked curiously.

"Well, it's in the middle of London, hidden in a muggle neighborhood but one that isn't too well-off so no questions are being asked. It's layered with a impressive set of wards and probably crammed with valuable dark objects. I wanted to go there soon to check them but I'm not sure about the house itself..."
"You're thinking about moving", Marvolo stated flatly.

"Ah, well, not exactly. I mean, little Harry already sees this as his home and I did put a lot of work in it..."
"But?"
"But it's just that it's your house. Dark Manor was ours, we build it together and I had no problem keeping it in check while you were gone in Ireland or France. But now we're going to live here for some time, and quite peacefully so. I just feel that I can't always take from you. Besides, people will start asking questions soon. Nobody seems to have noticed yet that little Harry is gone. But soon they will, at the latest when I take him to Diagon. I could disguise him, sure, but I don't want to keep it a secret forever either. It would only harden the suspicion that I kidnapped him. They will want to know why I live with you when I have a perfectly good house myself. I mean, we can't exactly tell them the truth." Sadly in this era homosexual relationships were frowned upon. Not so much by the light wizards and bloodtraitors, whose opinion they didn't give a damn for, but mainly by the old pureblood families to whom heirs were the most important result that came out of a relationship. Telling that society that the last living members of two old, rich families still carrying their name were throwing all tradition away and only sleep with each other – that wouldn't be accepted. As the Dark Duo they could allow such rumors to spread without worrying about it. Here, they couldn't. They didn't quite have the name for it yet.

Apparently Marvolo didn't give a damn on other peoples opinions though:

"You will not move", he said and it sounded like a command. "I refuse to live in a muggle neighborhood. At least here the vermin stays in the valley. I do expect to find you here whenever I need to."

Harrison scowled hard at his commanding tone. He did not like being ordered around, having to ask for permission where to live! But he knew that it was a delicate subject with Marvolo. He never gave up what he had claimed as his. Actually it wondered him that he gave Harrison, his precious horcrux, out of hand for most of the year. He always wanted to keep him close. It wasn't protectiveness anymore, Harrison could protect himself. It was obsession. The only thing that could keep him away from Harrsion was the promise of more power, more war or bloodshed. But even then he had only been able to lead the war in France as long as he knew Harrison was safe back in England managing their little empire.

"Why would we be satisfied with only one house?", Harrison asked smiling. "We could just connect the both. We can buy a vanishing cabinet for the Manor and Grimmauld Place. And when we're at it, another set to connect your office in Hogwarts with this place. That way you could even come here at the weekends or when you want to do some of your little experiments that are forbidden at Hogwarts and little Harry and I can use both houses. On the outside it would just seem as if we're visiting you a lot, which is alright since we're childhood friends." That was their story, that they had gotten to know each other on their travels and lived for quite some time in Greece as neighbors, Marvolo because he was keeping his distance from his 'father' ruling in Britain, Harrison because he wasn't welcomed in his family as a halfblood. Now the rumors of Voldemort being in Albania and Walburga Black's death coincidenced so they decided to claim their heritage.

"It would look suspicious if I had a vanishing cabinet in my office, though", Marvolo answered. "Normal people use the floo."

"As if there's anything normal about you", Harrison scoffed. "And the floo can be watched or blocked. Besides, I heard vanishing cabinets are out-dated nowadays. As long as you keep it in your bedroom you can pretend it to be a normal wardrobe."

"That's true", Marvolo said, clearly content on having a possibility to reach Harrison fast. "Let's do it that way, then. Make sure to have the connection as soon as possible."

"Why so impatient?", Harrison asked. "Is there something you need to flee from?"

It was meant to be teasing but Marvolo grimaced at his words. "I don't want to have any dirty press should something big happen at Hogwarts – somehow, it always does. Therefore I plan on making my supposed relation to Voldemort official by Christmas, as soon as the the public loses interest in the mystery of my last name."
"You want to be on the front side of the papers everyday, don't you?"

"I want it to be over with as soon as possible so when things start going rough my 'dark past' will be old news and nobody will suspect me only based on it."
"What do you mean with 'things going rough'?"

"Well.. If I didn't have a body and none of my knights would help me I would do something on my own after some time. That time I would chose very carefully. It would have to be after seven or eight years so the world would have forgotten about me. From Albania to England I would need another two years without a body, only being able to posses little animals. All in all the most fitting time to make my appearance would be when my arch enemy left his hole. Harry Potter would be easier to kill at Hogwarts then behind those blood wards. After all my alternate self has absolutely no chance to know that you took him in. So I only have another five years to establish a positive reputation and be forgotten by the world. That's not very long so it's better the world gets all the scandalous information now and has time to settle down."

"Alright, I understand. So Christmas it is."

"What's at Christmas?", a high voice could be heard. Little Harry was finished changing.

"At Christmas Santa Claus will bring you lots of presents", Harrison grinned.

But Harry scowled. "Santa Claus doesn't exist. That's only a fairy tale!"

"Oh, like unicorns and dragons and magic?", the older Potter teased.

The kid's eyes got all big and round.
"Forget it, Evans", Marvolo murmured. "You're not dressing up as Santa Claus! It would give me nightmares for a whole week."

Harrison grinned at him innocently. "Who was talking about me?"

The look he received in return was murderous.

Four hours later Marvolo had arrived at Hogwarts. Of course the feast had been wonderful and of course the whole school was whispering about him, asking themselves whenever or not he was really related to the Salazar Slytherin. Even the teachers (with the exception of Dumbledore) looked at him oddly. Marvolo pretended not to notice. He was just enjoying being finally able to claim his seat on this table. He would never admit it openly but it was a childhood dream of him to sit on that place, to look at all these faces and to know they were his students. It was a wonderful feeling and it made him all giddy. So it was with a scaringly good mood that he went to to first teachers conference of the year.

The meeting itself was more boring then anything else. Most of the time the teachers just shared stories from their own holidays, talking about the new Head Boy/Head Girl and the prefects or who was going to win the House Cup this year. Marvolo was careful to make polite conversation but all in all made sure nobody paid too much attention to him. In the end however the headmaster asked him to stay behind

"Do you want a lemon drop?", Dumbledore asked, eyes twinkling.

"No thanks", Marvolo answered. He had to think about the way his lover had killed their Dumbledore and returned the smile.

"Very well. How do you like Hogwarts so far?"

An evil little monster twisted in his chest. Marvolo knew everything about masks. He loved Hogwarts – but telling him so would be admitting his emotions. On the other hand he had to play harmless while being sure Dumbldedore already expected him to be dark. Using his real emotions as a mask to mislead that he really wasn't that impressed by the castle was a double bluff he'd like to see his reaction to.

"I have to admit, it's a wonderful place", he answered honestly. "The school grounds and the forest, so full of magical life, the special charm of the moving staircases, armors and the paintings – oh, and that ceiling is a fabulous piece of art!"

To his great enjoyment Dumbledore seemed to be a little bit taken aback.

"Well yes, it really is a great place. I hope you'll feel at home soon."

"My colleagues seem to be welcoming enough. With the exception maybe of the Gryffindor Head of House they weren't even too hostile towards my last name."

They both knew very well that it was more likely that Minerva McGonogall recognized him from her own school days. But Dumbldedore didn't know that Marvolo knew so he was quick to assure him that she was not usually one to support the Gryffindor-Slytherin feud and just needed some time to warm up for strangers.

After some time of chit-chat the headmaster finally came to his real subject.

"I was wondering what exactly your plan was for your classes. Did you have time to go through the information I send you on the former curricula that you requested?"

"Yes I did", he said, scowling. "I might have to add that they were quite unstable. I have worked on a curriculum for each year to try to balance their weak points."

"Would you mind sharing your plans?"
"Of course not. Since the magical core of children under the age of thirteen isn't always well developed I had planned on theory of the more common magical enemies as well as some simple physical warding for the first years. Second years will concentrate on detecting harmful magic as well as casting privacy wards and breaking them."

"Privacy wards?", Dumbledore asked surprised. "That is unusual."
"Yes well, I will work together with Professor Flitwick at those. But my subject is Defensive against the Dark Arts and there's a lot more to the Dark Arts then just curses. In my opinion people should be able to defend themselves against espionage as well. Of course they also have to be aware that just putting on some silencing wards doesn't make it impossible to listen to them, therefore the exercise to break them."

"A curious position. But please, do continue."

"Third years will be able to defend themselves against larger physical attacks as well as common dark creatures. In fourth year I will teach them how to duel. They should've learned enough about charms as well as major transfiguration to use it offensive. I'll try to encourage creativity in that part. At the end of fourth year everyone should be able to defend himself against common dangers. Fifth year and above I will handle as if they'd want to have a professional career at defense. Depending on the class I will concentrate more on spells, for those who wish to become aurors, on warding or curse breaking for others and if I have the time maybe I can even make an excursion or show them some more dangerous beasts, working together with Professor Kettleburn."

"It seems you've planned it all very good", Dumbldedore said impressed. "The students will be lucky to have such a responsible teacher."

"Of course, headmaster. It's always good to hear that my work is appreciated", Marvolo replied with a smirk. He was sure that his curriculum would be a revolution to Hogwarts!

The summer came to an end. Harrison had brought two sets of vanishing cabinets so Marvolo could come to them at the weekends and sometimes in the evenings too. The two Harry Potters were busy cleaning the old Black House at Grimmauld Place from all the grime and parasites. The Portrait of Mrs Black was screaming every time the 'bastard with the muggle name' came close to her. But even Harrison couldn't figure out a way to banish her and quite frankly, he didn't have the patience to search for a way. It was Harry who in the end suggested to just put a tall bookcase in front of her. It shut her up effectively.

Since little Harry had already figured that Harrison and Marvolo were dark wizards Harrison decided to give him a final test of allegiance. He let him watch as he performed all three Unforgivables on the old house elf Kreacher.

At first little Harry was horrified at the sight of the elf screaming bloody murder under the torture curse. He stared at the creature with big, scared eyes and Harrison waited for him to beg him to stop, to led Kreacher go.

Instead the child bowed his head and quietly whispered: "Please father, can you... Can you just kill him already?"

Surprised Harrison lifted the curse, watching his new son carefully.

"Avada Kedavra", he whispered then and Kreacher fell to the ground, dead.

Harrison dropped on his knees to be on eye level with Harry and watched him with a serious expression.

"That's what we are, Hatchling", he whispered sadly. "That's what we do. Sometimes we torture people, to get information out of them. Sometimes we do it to make an example so that people would fear us and stop fighting. Sometimes we do it to relay a message and sometimes we make other people do it, just to test if they have in in them, if they're serious about joining us. This, Harry, this is what makes us evil. But killing... Killing isn't evil. Killing can actually be a good thing sometimes. You can kill a person because he's suffering, wishing for an end to the pain. You can kill somebody to prevent him from spilling your secrets, to protect yourself or people you care about. Sometimes it's not obvious that it might be necessary. This elf, for example. I tortured him to make you realize who we are, but I killed him for an entirely different reason. I killed him because he was loyal to the House of Black, loyal to the beliefs of the woman from that painting that clearly doesn't like us. Having a servant who hates you is a very dangerous thing. Letting him live was a unnecessary risk, if not for me then for you."

Harry swallowed the thick lump in his throat. "Do I... Do I have to torture and kill too?"

"No", Harrison answered with determination. "No, you won't ever have to. You're my son and I want you to stay as innocent as possible. But I do want to be honest with you. Someday people will realize who we are and I don't want you to get these information from them and feel as if we've betrayed your trust. If you don't want to, you'll never have to see any of this again.

Of course Marvolo and I will always tell you that if you have a mortal enemy who want's you dead and you have the chance to kill him without to much repercussions, you should. Else he'll just come back to hurt you or your friends again. But that is entirely up to you. Should something like that ever happen to you, I would ask you to tell me about it so I can finish your enemies off. You don't have to taint yourself. That's a choice left to you and you alone." He laid a hand on his shoulder. "Tell me, Hatchling, do you still want to be with us?"

"I..." He bit his lip, thinking hard. "I... would have to go back to the Dursleys if I didn't, wouldn't I?"

"Probably", Harrison admitted. "We could always try to get you adopted by another family... But if you chose to leave us people would ask why and you'd have to tell them it's because we're dark. Then they wouldn't listen to us if we told them not to sent you to the muggles again."

"Then I'll stay", little Harry decided. Maybe he could not say that he didn't care that his father was a dark wizard. But he was still better then the muggles. At least he knew his father loved him. Even if he never said so.

Two weeks later it was Halloween, or Samhain, how traditional wizards called it. It was a night full of magic and possibilities. Hogwarts had made a charade out of the ancient, noble festivity but some families still knew how to celebrate it properly. Marvolo had been invited to the pureblood ball at Malfoy Manor who had probably heard of him because he held a seat at the School's Governors Board. Marvolo had politely declined. It was still too early for him to step out in the open and let himself be questioned – besides he already had different plans for the night.

Harrison spend the night lecturing Harry about the meaning of Samhain and the three other magical nights of the year after the Celtic calender. But there was another discussion he had to have with him sooner or later and this might be the perfect moment.

"Harry, I promised you I would tell you about your parents, at least the little I know of them", Harrison said. "It has to do with the way they died. Do you want to hear it?"

"They... They didn't die in a car crash, did they?", little Harry asked hesitantly.

"No, they didn't. They were killed, Hatchling, killed by a wizard named Lord Voldemort."

"Vol...Voldemort?", the boy repeated, tasting the name. "I think I read about him."

Harrison chuckled. "Well, you won't find a half bad history book without his name in it. If it isn't censored, that is. Voldemort was a dark wizard who wanted to change the magical world. He wanted to rid it of all that was unworthy. He was against the ministry suppressing all the old traditions and changing everything so that muggleborns would feel integrated. He wanted half breeds like werewolves or vampires to have equal rights and for dark magic to be allowed again. With his beliefs and him supporting pureblood supremacy he had many followers, the so called Death Eaters. They were powerful and went so far as to move into open war, targeting mudbloods, bloodtraitors and muggles. They killed to spread terror but they were wild and uncontrolled. When Voldemort was but a week from overthrowing the government a prophecy was made, a prophecy that predicted the birth of a boy who was to be his equal. The one with the power to defeat him. That boy and the Dark Lord... It was said that they could only die by the hand of one another. So, fearing for his quest and his life to be ended, Voldemort decided to kill that boy before he could grow to become a threat to him. That boy was you.

Six years ago Voldemort came to your families house. He killed both your parents who were fighting against him before and sent a killing curse at your direction. But it reflected because of reasons unknown and destroyed him instead. Voldemort is not dead but he's powerless at the moment and will need some years to regain a body again. But he's still alive and one day he'll come after you again. Because you're the Boy-who-lived, the hero of the Light."

Harry sat there for a couple of moments, trying to grasp what he had heard.

"But", he said finally, "but I'm nothing special. I'm just Harry."

"That's right", Harrison answered and patted his head. "That's why you have us. Marvolo and I will take care of Voldemort once he dares to come back. You will never really have to worry about it. But it is still important that you know what people think of you. They will challenge you, regardless whenever you want it or not. You have to become strong in order to survive, even against Voldemort. At least as long as you need to call one of us."

"But if only I can... can kill him, then how can you help me?"
"Because", Harrison said grinning, "I'm Harry Potter too. You ever wondered why we look so much alike? I'm not actually a relative. I'm you. I'm you from another dimension. It's like..." He though about how to explain that to the confused child. "It's like we're the same actor but in different movies. In my world Voldemort also killed my parents and was destroyed by the killing curse. But when I was checked for injuries after that it was discovered that I had a curious scar on my forehead..." Harrison lifted the bangs of black hair and wandlessly removed the glamor to reveal a lighting bolt scar matching Harrys own. "I was discovered that the scar was bound to a curse... A curse that made it impossible for Voldemort to die while I was still alive. A powerful light wizards named Albus Dumbledore tried to remove that curse – but he failed and invoked some kind of magical accident that sent me back in time around fifty years. A grew up at an orphanage, an orphanage I met Marvolo at." The ritual that was supposed to remove his horcrux had sought out its counterpart in its purest form, the soul of baby Voldemort. "I grew up together with him... With the man that later on took upon the name of Voldemort."
Harry gasped. "Uncle Vol...killed my parents?!"
Harrison shook his head. "No, he didn't. He killed my parents. When he did it he had no idea who they were or that I was Harry Potter. Neither did I, for that matter. But the thing is that one cannot kill his own... well, he could not kill me because of the connection that was already forged so the circle closed again." By the time Marvolo had attacked baby Harrison, the old Harrison had already split his own soul to stick a piece of it at Marvolos soul. That way Marvolo had tried to kill a person he carried a piece of soul from. You couldn't kill your own horcrux but the other way around you couldn't kill a person you were a horcrux from either. Well, at least not with a single killing curse.

"When I found out what had happened with the baby I realized that it was actually me. I helped Marvolo to gain a body and together we ruled over Britain... until the resistance somehow managed to bring us here, into your dimension", Harrison explained. "It is very important that you understand that Marvolo is not Voldemort, just like I am not you. We're both Harry Potter, but we're different people. The same actor but different roles – I'm Harrison, you're Hatchling."
"Hatchling", he repeated dully.
"Well, yes, until you come up with another nickname. It's 'cause that scar on our forehead gives us the very rare gift of being able to speak parseltongue – the language of snakes.

Marvolo is in fact opposed to Voldemort, and so am I. This dimensions Voldemort is a lot crueler and more insane then Marvolo ever was. I guess it's because he doesn't have me to keep him in check. Maybe we won't be able to hold back in the war that's sure to come someday. I don't know what we'll do. Maybe we'll side with the Light and still change this world according to out beliefs through politics. Maybe we'll just kill Voldemort and take his place once he managed to take over Britain. Either way whatever we do, we'll do it together and you can always count on our help."

Harry was not sure if he believed everything his father told him. He didn't even understand half of it. But he got the most important part, namely that his father was determined to fight for him even against someone who was essentially another Marvolo. That was something he had though to be impossible the way those two always acted around each other. He did not know how he felt about Marvolo at that time but as long as he didn't try to kill him because of that prophecy he guessed it was okay to think of him as an independent person. It was just that this Voldemort guy sounded like a typical villain out of a fairy tale, a person far away and difficult to picture. But he knew Marvolo, he had met him, spoke with him and tried to please him. It was difficult to see him as anything else than his uncle. A very cold and distant uncle, maybe, but nonetheless a part of his new family. If Harrison could forgive him for killing his parents, than surely Harry could forgive him for killing... some people from a different movie who strongly resembled his parents. Or something like that.

Meanwhile Marvolo had a rather stressful day too.

Since it was a rather magical night he had decided that now was the best time to reawaken the great beast that slept under the school. Naila was a very old and very proud basilisk that held the wish of her old master Salazar Slytherin above everything. Fortunately her memory wasn't the best so after 1000 years it was easy to make her believe exactly what Marvolo wanted was what her master would have wished for this school too. In his young days Harrison and he had persuaded Naila to attack several mudbloods. The victims were only petrified, which was a hard feat to accomplish as there had to be quite a few arranged coincidences. That one time in the lavatories had been really narrow. But anyways, since the victims could be saved there was no reason to shut down the school. Still muggle parents were calling all their children home in fright of the monster. That way Hogwarts had been cleaned of all mudbloods and Dumbledore had lost a significant amount of influence. At the end of their school career not a single mudblood had been left so they could sent Naila back to sleep without making it too obvious that the attacks stopped when they left school. Years later they had called her again to help in the war at Ireland where she had been killed by a bunch of dragon hunters, but still she had helped them along greatly.

Even if it was too early to open the chamber again Marvolo still wanted to make sure he had the same friendly relationship with her by the time he would need her help.

Marvolo glared at the colorful decoration at the feast and all the happy children, wanting nothing more then to leave the Great Hall. He was just thinking that it might be time for him to excuse himself when something caught his attention – and the attention of the entire school, at that.

In the middle of the Great Hall a blinding white light suddenly appeared. It had the shape of a round disc and slowly grew until it was roughly two meters in diameter. It was hovering between the Hufflepuff and the Ravenclaw table. Violet lighting bolts could be seen at its edges.

The entire Hall went silent. Marvolo had to repress the urge to start up from his chair. His eyes widened as he recognized that light. It was the same he had seen shortly before the resistance had sent him here.

It was a dimensions portal.

And someone was coming out of it.

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Well yes, that last part wasn't planned. But I just read an awesome fanfiction about dimension traveling and I had this new idea for a fanfic... But I didn't want to begin another one so I decided to just mix them up. So next time there will be introduced a couple of new characters. Only that they won't be new... just alternate! XD