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TOWWM Chapter 2

A/N I think I said awhile ago that I’d start posting these here properly, posted the first chapter, and then never got around to it again, so oops. Finally getting around to it, though!

I didn't expect to get around to Dacarus until a bit later, but when a story wants to write itself, you just have to let it write itself. Just explaining right now that Marvolo and Lycus are going to be referred to with different names based on the situation, and I'm sure you'll all catch onto it when you start reading the instances where I switch between them. Marvolo especially will have this done to him in the future.

Enjoy.

Marvolo took some time to walk around and enjoy being corporeal again, giving Lycus just a little bit of time to read whatever book he was on now. Marvolo knew the layout of the Valerian Manor well enough, having spent a lot of time there in the past three years. Spectre or not, he was still able to roam around, though only in very short bursts. Plus he had spent nearly the whole time with Lycus, so he knew the teens habits well. It was because of this that he had no need to seek help to find the library, where he correctly assumed Lycus went to read that book he mentioned.

He would by lying if he said he wasn't impressed by the boy's talent at ancient runes - creating a body with specifications to be an exact and true copy of someone is anything but easy. Then again, this was the kind of thing that the Dark Lord should be provided with by his followers. He should not have come to expect anything less than the best from them, but his experiences had led him to do so.

Seeking out the Valerians had been a gamble on his part, and they were the hinges on which his door needed to swing in order for his plans to succeed. The Valerians were the only ones that refused to take the Dark Mark - claiming that they could be more useful if they didn't have to worry about being found out. At the time, Voldemort had been rather angry with them for this, eventually casting them away, even almost deciding to kill them for their insolence. As was the case, their decision to not be branded worked in his favour. They were never under any suspicion, and therefore were the most secure bet in being able to return quietly. He knew this, even as a spectre, and began planning his return with them in mind. If they had decided to cast him away as he had done to them years ago, he would have had to resort to other means of returning.

But that didn't happen. Marvolo found that they had stayed loyal to him throughout the years. This loyalty was shown in the form of a gift. That gift was Lycus, their son, who from birth was taught that he was to be an obedient and valuable servant to the Dark Lord. Obedience seemed like it went through one ear and out the other with Lycus, who was willful over subservient. That trait had shown itself to be advantageous, so the Dark Lord tolerated it.

Marvolo stepped into the great Valerian Library. The library had a heaping of scrolls and tomes to go along with the books of various languages. What those scrolls and tomes held, Marvolo didn't know. Villa, Lycus's mother, practically hoarded books as a hobby, ensuring that they could be about any number of things.

He grinned when he spotted the teen engrossed in a leather-bound book of some sort, making his way over with a stride worthy of a new and improved Dark Lord. After spending the better part of three years with the teen, he knew that interrupting his reading would annoy him. As predicted, Lycus glanced up at him, sighed, and closed his book, convinced he'd never be able to finish it with the Dark Lord now in a physical body.

"I hope you didn't forget that we need to make you a new necklace." Marvolo said as he approached the boy.

Lycus ran a hand through his hair, something he did when irritated. "I figured you would want to take some time having half a soul again before splitting it again."

While Marvolo did just spend thirty minutes roaming for that exact reason, he'd never admit it. An eyebrow raise "confirmed" that this was not the case before Marvolo expressed it in words. "Of course not. Being without a horcrux is a liability." Lycus nodded at this whilst silently emitting another sigh, putting his book in his bag and standing up.

Lycus was often quite sarcastic towards Marvolo, but he was still a dutiful servant, and he knew when he had duties to attend to. He bowed before Marvolo and vocalized this stance, playing the perfect servant, "I apologize for my oversight, my Lord. I already have the necklace ready. Would you like for me to find someone for you to kill, or would you rather go out yourself?"

This curbed Marvolo's slight displeasure at his follower's error, certain that this would be unlikely to happen again, but the actions also caused him to feel just a bit awkward, a new feeling for the Dark Lord. "We shall head out soon. I am in need of a new wand, however, and will have to use yours for the task," was his decision.

"Of course, my Lord. I will be sure to call a wandmaker when we get back for a replacement." Lycus said, drawing out his tone in a familiar way, still bowing to his Lord. Marvolo couldn't help but think of the Malfoys.

"Get up already, Lycus. You're no Draco Malfoy." Marvolo breathed out, refusing his body's want to cross his arms. Lycus complied, raising with a smirk that told of his dubious reason for his minion behaviour. Sometimes Marvolo wondered why Lycus wasn't made a member of the house of silver and green.

"Certainly not. I'm simply preparing you for your future," Lycus replied, still with the smirk and a humourous inflection.

With that out of the way, Marvolo briefly pondered the idea of a custom wand. He enjoyed the idea of a custom made wand, but knew that such things tended to take time to create, and he didn't want to wait much more than a day or two to get his own wand. It would certainly take longer than that for a wand to be made. "We will be taking a trip to a wand shop for a temporary one wand, perhaps after my horcrux is made. We can call a wandmaker later."

Lycus decided not to question why they wouldn't get a temporary wand first, correctly assuming that Marvolo had his horcrux as the top priority.

Marvolo didn't give any time for another response, instead turning and walking away from Lycus, "Come, Lycus. There is someone out there that requires death." He said jovially. The sound of footsteps behind him let him know Lycus was following.

Marvolo found his way to the nearest parlour within the manor, knowing that each one held a fireplace that could be used for flooing. He supposed that it may be a good idea to let Anton or Villa know that they were going to be gone for a short while, but at the same time, he didn't want to bother with that. It's not as though he needed their permission.

He had just stepped in front of the fireplace when Lycus spoke up, "Marvolo, I believe that you should put on a few glamours before leaving the manor."

The Dark Lord mentally facepalmed, turning around and approaching the servant that had just provided a pretty good reason for being a member of the house of blue and bronze. Lycus had already brought out his wand, too, offering it to Marvolo, who took it and waved it over his body to make adjustments to his appearance. He took inspiration from the Valerians, going for wavy blond hair, though of a more strawberry variety, hazel eyes, and a tall lean figure with some effeminate facial features. He gave a smile meant to charm. "How do I look?"

Lycus gave him a droll look, "Like Dacarus the Enchanter."

"And who might that be?"

He was given a shrug in reply, "Some guy from a few hundred years ago. He was known as the Enchanter because he had 'a beauty unlike any other, able to enchant those around him with just a look'." Air quotes were given to emphasize that these were not the words of Lycus.

Enchanting was certainly one way to describe the look Marvolo had chosen. He grinned a stupidly alluring grin at this information, thinking of how that worked in his favour when it came to interacting with people. The more distracting he was, the better.

"With that grin, you kind of look like the less annoying cousin of Lockhart." Lycus said through a quiet laugh.

"Who?" Marvolo asked as he waved Lycus's wand over its owner to give him some glamours as well - he didn't want anyone to recognize Lycus, as that may bring attention to them. Well, more attention than they would have already if Marvolo really did look "enchanting."

Marvolo had something in mind when putting a glamour on Lycus. Some random and unusual book he read once when he was going to Hogwarts had a character named Arnou, who was a beautiful black wolf with violet eyes. He never could remember the story surrounding the wolf, but he remembered the wolf well enough. The violet eyes were unnatural, so he couldn't provide those. But long black hair and elegant yet strong features, certainly. He quickly chose to give Lycus dark blue eyes to compliment the dark hair. He nodded in satisfaction at the end result. If Arnou the wolf had ever been human, Marvolo was certain this is what he'd look like. Minus the violet eyes.

"Nobody of importance," was the reply to Marvolo's question, but Lycus caught on to the fact that this appearance wasn't quite as randomly chosen as Marvolo's was, and brought that up, "And who might I be?"

"A wolf named Arnou. If Arnou were human." Marvolo was oddly happy with his choice of character to recreate, but Lycus did not deem it worthy to mention.

Instead, he brought up an idea, "So are we going to go by Dacarus and Arnou while we are in public?"

Marvolo found that both amusing and ingenious, which was made clear by his laugh. "Yes. Yes we are." He stowed the wand away in his own robes since he was the one who was going to be needing it in the near future, receiving no complaints from the owner, and then turned away from said amused teen. He grabbed a handful of floo powder, throwing it into the fireplace before stepping in and calling out "Leaky Cauldron."

Lycus was shaking his head as he followed his 'Dark' Lord to the Leaky Cauldron.

When he stepped out of the fireplace, Lycus found that the Dark Lord had become someone quite different than he was used to. Perhaps it was that he wasn't seeing the Dark Lord, but rather, he was seeing Dacarus. That's what he decided to believe, as this wizard was charming up a storm already, and Lycus couldn't have been more than a minute behind him.

Lycus followed suit with non-Lycus behaviour. While he didn't know anything about Arnou, he could gather a few tidbits of how he should act from both his glamoured appearance and by how Dacarus acted. If Dacarus was going to actively charm people and give them his attention, then Arnou needed to be a bit more laid-back and quiet, making sure that his friend didn't get too lost in socializing.

Lycus stepped quietly to where Marvolo was talking to the barman. Apparently, it was a conversation so exhilarating that the people around Marvolo were paying close attention to it.

"...associated with kids who skip school because of that, but there is no real correlation between the two." was what Lycus caught being said by the barman when he got close enough to hear. And as much as he wanted to continue listening to what had to be a fantastic discussion, he had a book he wanted to get back to as soon as possible, and he was sure that Marvolo didn't actually want to be talking to anyone here.

Lycus considered his approach for a few seconds. Arnou and Dacarus were supposed to be friends, or so he assumed, but it was still the Dark Lord that he would be interrupting. And he would have no way of knowing if this annoyed Marvolo until after they were away from other people.

He chose the safe route of walking up and politely clearing his throat, gaining the attention of Marvolo and the barman, which had the accidental effect of drawing all eyes on him.

He gave the people an apologetic smile before turning his attention to Marvolo, "Sorry to interrupt, Dacarus, but we don't have all day. You can always come back later."

Marvolo nodded and turned back to the barman to say goodbye. He waved at the surrounding people when walking by, receiving some farewells in return.

Marvolo turned to him when they got outside with that stupidly charming grin, "Those were lovely people, weren't they Arnou?" He started walking down the path, expecting Lycus to follow. He did.

Lycus didn't really care all that much about how lovely the people in the Leaky Cauldron were, but he wasn't supposed to be Lycus right now. Right now, he was Arnou. "Indeed, Dacarus. You wouldn't happen to be thinking about coming back to chit chat some more, would you?"

Marvolo - or rather, Dacarus - hummed in contemplation. "I'm not sure. They seemed agreeable enough, but we both know how the wizards of Britain are. Only time will tell."

Lycus agreed with that notion, catching the hidden meaning behind the statement. He hadn't expected the Leaky Cauldron to be one of the locations where they would find people who would concede their cause.

They spent some time just walking, Marvolo appearing to know where he was going, Lycus content to just follow along. It was a good ten minutes later when they made a sudden turn into an alley. It didn't take long to see why.

There was a person in the dark alley, sitting against the wall asleep, obviously homeless. The perfect target.

Marvolo once again brought out Lycus's wand and put up a few charms that would make sure they weren't disturbed. He held out his hand, to which a pendant identical to one from before was placed. He walked up to the sleeping muggle, pointed the wand at him, and spoke the words that brought death faster than any other spell, "Avada Kedavra."

A bright green flash flew out of the wand and hit the muggle, and it was done. Marvolo handed the pendant to Lycus, who put it on, hiding it under his shirt, as well as hiding his ever so slight disturbance at Marvolo's ease in using the killing curse. It wasn't supposed to be easy, but Marvolo didn't even need to think to use it.

The Dark Lord had a horcrux again, though this would be the only one he made unless it was broken. And if it were to be broken, that would mean that Lycus failed his most important task of all, and would be on the receiving end of every painful but non-fatal curse Marvolo knew for an undetermined amount of time. Multiple times.

Lycus understood this, of course, and would easily give his life to protect the horcrux. He would even more easily take the life of someone trying to destroy it.

Marvolo handed Lycus his wand back and strode out of the alley, going back in the direction they came from.

"Shall we be going to pick up a temporary wand for you?" Lycus asked, walking alongside Marvolo now as he knew where they were headed.

He received a nod in response, as well as a location, "We will go to Ollivander's. Let's hope he doesn't recognize me." Marvolo smirked at that thought. "If he does, I'm sure he'll be too shocked to defend against any oncoming curses."

Even if Ollivander wasn't shocked enough to be rendered an easy target, Lycus knew it was still expected of him to be able to react quick enough to prevent Ollivander from doing anything. This included putting up charms that would defend against people knowing what was going on, as well as fire curses at Ollivander to render him dead. His training should see that as an easy accomplishment, but he knew to never be careless enough to rely on skill alone. You're skill and speed in casting spells doesn't matter if you don't pay attention to when you need to cast them.

The two "friends" spoke about trivial things on the way back to the Leaky Cauldron. More specifically, Lycus asked what Marvolo and the barman were talking about, finding that it was about an Irish pastry known as Gur cake. How that pastry and kids skipping school became associated, he had no idea, but apparently they were.

They entered the Leaky Cauldron, drawing a few eyes. Dacarus was kind enough to let them know ahead of time that he was simply passing through and couldn't stay to chat. They went out the back, and Lycus tapped the familiar pattern on the brick wall, opening up Diagon Alley.

Lycus had never liked loud bustling places, and Diagon Alley was certainly one of them. Therefore, he didn't like Diagon Alley. Marvolo, thankfully, found no pleasure in hanging out in Diagon Alley for longer than necessary either, and they promptly found themselves arriving at Ollivander's.

The man well known for his spooking of children was nowhere to be seen among the musty and dusty shop. Probably hiding in the back for a poor unsuspecting soul to try and terrify. Or maybe he was sleeping. He was a wandmaker, and it was likely very rare for people to come in all that often during winter. Hibernating would be a completely understandable course of action to avoid being bored out of his damn mind.

The two waited patiently for the old wizened man to come out of hiding. By come out of hiding, it is of course meant that Ollivander appeared abruptly from the shadows, creeping towards the counter while staring intently at the two wizards.

"Ah, a customer. Looking for a temporary wand. No matter. Are you right handed or left? Hold your arms out, please, I need to take a few measurements."

Marvolo complied, not bothering to question the old man about how he knew he was looking for a temporary wand. Typical Ollivander. It was even more typical that the wandmaker paid no heed to the tape measure doing its measurements, instead simply pulling out a few boxes and placing them on the counter, to then put them all back and pull out one particular box that seemed to be making noise.

"Temporary wands tend to be easier to match as they are not going to stay with you. However, might I incline you to perhaps consider taking a permanent wand? This one seems to be very interested in you." Ollivander gave Marvolo a sophic smile as he took the wand from the box. It was humming.

Confusion was apparent on Dacarus's face as he took the wand from Ollivander. It reacted to Dacarus's touch with a flashing of light and a cessation of that hum.

"Vine is a curious material that no other wandmaker uses. It is much more sensitive to magic than any other type of wood, making it able to detect a suitable witch or wizard by simply being near it. I dare say that this wand has chosen to be yours, regardless of whether you meant to leave with a permanent wand." was the given explanation. An explanation that was very much appreciated by the other two wizards.

But Ollivander had another thing to say, something that he hoped would convince this customer to keep the wand, "It's core is of unicorn hair, the most loyal and consistent of the cores. If you choose not to keep it, the unicorn hair within is likely to deteriorate."

Marvolo looked up at Ollivander at the mention of the core being unicorn hair. Lycus didn't know whether to laugh at the idea of the Dark Lord having a wand with unicorn hair choose him, or to rub the bridge of his nose in silent pity. He settled on neither, though was still laughing a little bit on the inside.

Dacarus slowly nodded his head in understanding. "I see. In that case, I suppose I'll have to keep it. It'd be cruel to do otherwise." He paid the fee to a happy Ollivander and left the shop with Lycus close behind.

Lycus had a playful smirk on his face, though he didn't say anything. He wouldn't risk the wrath of Marvolo over a few teasing quips. Marvolo still caught on to his amusement, awarding Lycus with a half-hearted glare. In all his training of self control, Lycus had never thought that it would end up including controlling his laughter. He appeased himself knowing that he could laugh all he wanted when in the manor, rooms and floors away from Marvolo.

Instead of heading towards the Leaky Cauldron, as Lycus expected, they maneuvered their way to Magical Menagerie. He supposed that it may be because Magical Menagerie has a floo connection, but there was always a chance that the Dark Lord just wanted a pet. Or to look at the cute puffskeins.

Marvolo was going in the direction of the floo, but paused next to a cage. Without looking, he addressed Lycus, "Arnou, you wouldn't happen to have a decent amount of money on you right now, would you?"

Lycus approached Marvolo and the cage with curiosity as to what could be so intriguing that Marvolo may actually want to buy it. "I am prepared for all occasions, Dacarus. This includes spur of the moment shopping. I doubt that whatever it is you're looking at will be a problem to pay for."

It was a relatively delighted grin that was returned at this information. "Good. Otherwise I would have sent you to go get enough for this." Marvolo turned towards the counter where the sales lady was standing, blushing and constantly glancing up and down at him. He put on his charming grin and walked over to see about buying whatever was in the cage. It was apparent, even without hearing the conversation, that it wasn't for sale.

As Dacarus was charming the sales lady into letting him buy whatever was in the cage, Lycus took a look for himself at what had Marvolo so excited. He wasn't disappointed, as he was greeted with the slim angular head of an indigo snake. A snake that was super cute. What was better than that, however, were the telltale protrusions on the snakes head: four little horns were growing out of the top of its head, two on each side, the ones in front slightly smaller than the ones in back. The horns were ivory in colour, and could only be a couple centimeters in length at most. The snake itself was probably only about eight inches long. But what truly caught Lycus's attention was the marquise shaped periwinkle gem in the center of its forehead, which matched the colour of its eyes. Eyes that were staring right back at Lycus. He couldn't help but smile at the cute creature.

It didn't take a Ravenclaw to know that this was no ordinary snake, but it did take more than the average British wizard to know that this was a horned serpent. They were native to North America, so seeing one here in Britain was a bit of a shock. Lycus wondered how they got their hands on one.

Dacarus walked over with a look that let Lycus know he won the right to buy the horned serpent. Lycus shook his head in disbelief - no amount of charm would ever make him sell a horned serpent in his possession - and made his own way over to the counter to pay while Marvolo took the cute little snake out of the cage. The sales lady was still eying Dacarus when he got to the counter.

Ignoring the lady's reaction to Dacarus, he casually asked how much it would cost, handing over the given amount. It was way too low of a price in his opinion, but he purported that she had no idea just how valuable horned serpents were.

With Marvolo a much happier man with his cute little snake wrapped around his wrist, they flooed back to the manor.

They arrived in the main parlour, glamours melting away as they did, finding Lycus's mother lounging on a sofa reading a book. Book reading may or may not run in the family. She looked up at the entrance of the Dark Lord and her son, a smile appearing on her face once she recognized who came through the fireplace.

"Welcome back, my Lord. It is good to see you back in your body." She turned her sights on her son right after that comment, making a playful jibe at his expense, "I hope that my son has proven useful for you now that you don't have to rely on him to carry you around, otherwise I will have wasted fifteen years of my life."

Lycus gave her a dry look, followed by a rolling of the eyes. Marvolo replied with an impish grin, ready to tease the poor teen along with her. "Lycus has proven adequate so far. Even his wand was agreeable with me. I don't suppose you'd know just how agreeable the wand that you gave him would be?"

Villa laughed at Lycus's somewhat reddening face, but wasn't willing to continue the joke quite that far, "I'm afraid not, my Lord. If you want to find a mother who can answer that, you'll have to go to the Goyles. But I'm sure Lycus would have no issue in letting you find out if it so pleases you."

Both of the males shuddered at the implication that the Goyles were actively incestuous, and Lycus was partially covering his face with one hand by pinching the bridge of his nose as a way to act as if nobody could see him blushing.

He found that he did not enjoy being a room that housed both his mother and his Lord.

Marvolo glanced at Lycus with a mischievous look, "That is an enticing thought, Villa. I might just have to go through with it, too." His eyes were the only thing that betrayed the fact that this was merely jest, as was his next sentence. "But alas, I find myself in need of tending to a serpent, and shall have to hold that thought for later."

With that, he strolled out of the parlour, hissing to the snake that was wrapped around his wrist.

Lycus threw his mother a light scowl as he left the parlour himself, intent on finding one of her scrolls on death before your time. For research purposes only, of course.

#harry potter #TOWWM #fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #chapter 2 #OC #a story with an OC in it which we all know everyone loves #i originally wrote this story with 100% the intention to make Lycus and Marvolo a pair #when i came back two years later i realized i was just real dumb and said nope #in other words #youre welcome

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All the Time in the World (ATW) Pilot Chapter

A/N I had an idea one night ago that I managed to flesh that same night at two in the morning. It is very short because I felt that if I continued, I wold have lost the feeling this chapter held. So, yep. Plus it’s a pilot chapter just to get it introduced. Story vaguely rated M currently because I don't know how graphic and vulgar I'm going to get. I may drop it to a T farther down the line. As well, this story is a definite family genre, and I’m also calling it angst, but that may change to hurt/comfort. We'll see. Genres listed for people who care.

Enjoy.

A six year old Harry Potter huddled closer into the side of his godfather, Sirius Black, shivering at the breeze that made its way through the boards of the shack. His godfather pulled him in, wrapping his large but weak arms around the little Harry, finding strength in the need to protect his godson.

Sirius would never understand why he thought that preventing his godson from living with spiteful muggles would be a good idea. If Harry was with the Dursley's, he wouldn't be forced to bear the biting wind of the night. His little Harry wouldn't be in states of hunger that made him keel over and cry from the pain. His little Harry would have a chance at a happy life... or even just a happier one than this.

He made a grave mistake running away with Harry in his arms after breaking into the Dursley house. They neglected him, yes, but he was in a home. Something Sirius would never be able to provide. He was hunted for allegedly killing Pettigrew and those muggles; stealing away the Boy-Who-Lived made him the number one most wanted man in all of Wizarding Europe. He should have returned Harry while he was still a baby and let himself be thrown in Azkaban or kissed. But he didn't, because he was too selfish.

So they had to stick to the streets of the muggle world, a place in which he was still known and wanted. The streets. Merlin, they were awful. The better alleys were grimy and smelled like piss and shit, with maybe a box or two for shelter. The worse ones... it took all he had not to lose his stomach on more than one occasion. He had walked in on many nefarious schemes in the past six years. Brains splattered by a gunshot, someone's organs being messily put into an icebox, turning away from the screams and pleas of help from a woman being cornered by men because he was too much of a coward to risk leaving Harry behind...

Harry didn't deserve anything close to this. And Sirius certainly didn't deserve Harry.

Little Harry, who always hugged him when he was feeling down. Who squealed in delight when Padfoot made an appearance. Who used his big round emerald eyes to persuade someone to let them eat when they had no money because his, Sirius Black's, stomach growled.

Harry was the only thing that made Sirius keep going. The only light in the pitch black abyss he had fallen into. He was just as selfish now as he was back then, because he was glad that Harry was with him despite the circumstances.

The boy relaxed in his arms, having fallen asleep finally. Sirius sniffed quietly, not wanting to wake the boy up. The convict leaned his head back against the wall of the shack, closing his eyes, hoping for a few brief moments of respite where he could imagine a better reality. One where he was able to drown his godson in gifts on Christmas, and even more on his birthday. One where he could smother Harry like a mother to make him annoyed that he was being shown affection in the presence of his friends because "It's embarrassing!" A different time and place where he could be the godfather he should be, not the one he ended up.

Sirius drifted off to the fantasies of a happy Harry with friends, surrounded by love. These thoughts did not continue into his sleep, turning into nightmares of it being Harry whose body was being harvested for organs, whose screams echoed through the stale alley air.

Sirius woke to bleak morning light sifting its way through the many cracks in the shack. He had slept, but his body still felt consumed by slime as he unraveled his arms from around Harry, who was still sleeping soundly. He gently laid Harry down on the ground, careful not to jostle him any. He stood up, feeling his knees, back, and several other joints pop painfully. It was something he was used to by now.

He walked to the door of the shack, surprised that it managed to stay attached to its hinges after the wind last night, and opened it, welcoming the sun's first rays of light with a peaceful sigh. The sunrise always managed to make him more at ease, warming his skin and bones slowly. A feather among needles.

"Glad to see you're finally awake," a voice said from Sirius's left. He spun quickly to face the man the voice belonged to, grey eyes wide in panic and shock. The man who spoke raised his hands as a gesture of peace. "I know who you are. I'm not here to turn you in."

That meant nothing to Sirius. His eyes hardened to a molten steel as he glared at the shorter man, "What do you want?" he rasped out, hands ready to defend himself if attacked. He may not have a wand anymore, but he knew how to throw a punch.

The man shrugged nonchalantly. "Revenge on the Ministry."

Sirius would admit to being surprised by this, but he had learned not to pry into other people's business by now.

"What do you want with us." Sirius growled. He hated these games.

"I want to help you," the man held up a hand to halt Sirius from growling out a more threatening sentence. "We are alike, you and I. We both have experience being fucked by the Ministry."

"How so?" Sirius barked out, flinching when he realized how loud it was. He didn't want to wake Harry.

The man must have expected the question, because he replied without hesitation. "My sister is in Azkaban right now because she was with a Death Eater. She isn't a Death Eater herself, but nobody seemed to care. She went to Azkaban without a trial."

Sirius sympathized with him, but it still meant nothing. The Ministry sucked, no shit Sherlock. "Why should I care?" He asked, voice full of ice, bereft of emotion. There was no room, never any room, for showing emotion. That made you a target.

The shorter man shifted on his feet, though unperturbed by Sirius's stony reply. "It gives us a common goal." he said coolly.

The convict's lips twitched in irritation, which would soon escalate into anger if this little spitfuck kept toeing around the line, "And what is that goal?" He said through his teeth.

"To get back at the Ministry."

Sirius snorted, not believing his ears. This man clearly knew nothing about him. He didn't want to get back at the Ministry. He got over that when he realized that dwelling on it would endanger Harry. "I don't care about the Ministry. I only want to keep Harry safe." he said. Safe from the world that he had put Harry in.

The man scowled for a split second before his features returned to being impassive. His voice was a bit more strained than before, "Alright, fine. But if you want to help Harry so much, then why do you keep him?"

His words sunk their razor teeth into Sirius right where it hurt most. He already knew he was a selfish prick. This little fucking shit had no reason to come up and spit it back at his face even more-

A tiny hand tugged at his sleeve, some threads coming loose along with. Sirius looked down into the wide innocent eyes of his godson, instantly deflating. Harry looked at him intensely for a few seconds, and then nodded lightly to himself, wrapping his arms around Sirius as much he could.

There was no way Sirius could answer that question now. Thankfully, the man didn't expect him to, eyes softening as he looked at Harry peeking at him from behind Sirius.

"This," the man gestured to their surroundings of a mildewed shack in the process of collapsing under an old bridge, "Is not fair to him," He nodded his head pointedly at Harry. "I'm giving you a chance to make it better. Revenge or no revenge. It doesn't matter."

Sirius closed his eyes as he breathed in deeply, knowing that this man was right, but so fucking terrified of doing something that would end up leaving Harry alone or hurt that he didn't want to believe it.

Grey eyes snapped open, fiercely staring at the still unnamed man. "Take a Wizarding Oath." Sirius commanded. If he made a Wizarding Oath, maybe, just maybe, he could be trusted.

This sudden order startled the other wizard. He looked apprehensive for a flit of a second, but he drew out his wand and held it up to take the Wizarding Oath anyway. "I, Jinx Kaine Morgan, do hereby swear upon my life and my magic that I will not purposefully bring harm to Sirius Orion Black or Harry James Potter, nor will I willingly reveal their locations to anyone. So mote it be." His magic wrapped around him, tightening as though putting him in a bind, and then disappeared.

Sirius nodded stiffly, accepting the oath. He swallowed at the idea that things might actually be looking up for them, fighting back the swell of tears.

There was a chance, a sliver of hope, that Harry would still have a future in something other than wandering the streets. For the first time in a long time, Sirius allowed himself to hold onto that hope.

A/N Hi again. Nice to see you. Review if you please, all feedback welcome and appreciated. Yes, I know it’s fairly cliche and dramatized right now. Aren’t all “dark childhood” stories? While this chapter was from Sirius's perspective, this story is Harry-centric. The next couple might be Sirius too, I don't know yet. The next one will probably be a chapter of describing the next few years, because the main focus of this story is not Harry and Sirius wandering the streets, but rather Harry's efforts to help his godfather. Anyways, I hope y’all enjoyed.

Till next time.

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Take Over the World With Me (TOWWM) Pilot Chapter

Disclaimer: I may have created a few things within this story, but I do not make any money off of this story, and I only claim to truly own the OC. But even then, he's probably not the most original guy out there.

A/N This is a short pilot chapter. It's been slightly revamped since inception, but it's still currently just here to introduce the story and the OC. That's my excuse. Yep. Oh, also, most of the revamping was the addition of world-building exposition, so the balance between exposition and story flow may be a bit off, for which I apologize. As well, Parseltongue is indicated as §Parseltongue§, and spells are italicized only when spoken.

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Ah, how refreshing the train compartments are. The ashy blond teen rolled his eyes. The only thing refreshing about them is the knowledge they're taking him away from his incompetent peers.

With a sigh, he dropped down into the seat next to the window, letting his trunk fall silently to the floor. At least he only had to deal with said peers for two and a half more years. And not all of them were incompetent, just... the vast majority. One would think that after Voldemort's return, the students would have been more efficiently taught, but that didn't end up being the case. Rather, everyone relied on Harry Potter's skill to defeat the Dark Lord - which worked out quite well in the end: Voldemort had certainly been defeated by the surprisingly talented Potter during the anti-climatic scene staged in a graveyard. Anti-climatic because Voldemort hadn't quite expected Potter to be so battle able, and was quickly dispatched in a duel. So the papers told, at least.

In that following summer, Albus Dumbledore make the executive decision to inform the media of Voldemort's horcruxes, thus beginning a short and sweet search and destroy of all five remaining horcruxes - Potter's included. How exactly the Ministry destroyed the horcrux without also destroying the boy was never said: the Department of Mysteries is called so for a reason.

After placing basic sound wards on the compartment, both to block sounds coming in and to block sounds from going out, the teen reached up and took hold of a pendant around his neck, bringing it up to get a better look. It was a simple thing. Nobody would think it more than a trinket. He had been wearing it for three years now. It had almost become part of his image.

A sapphire sat as a four sided star in the center of a silver oval, which had simple filigree designs engraved on the edges. Very simple. But a dark, cruel brat was inside the gem. Voldemort had been killed, there was no doubt about that. Tom Riddle, on the other hand, survived.

Not even a year had passed, and good ol' Marvolo was ready to burst from his chrysalis into a blood curdling beautiful python.

"Calm down Marvolo. We've a couple weeks yet." he said with unveiled amusement. He himself was excited too, though. He never did get to do any fighting last time. He was kept under the radar. Nobody was supposed to know he was related to the dark in any way, after all. Although, if the plan goes right, he was unlikely to do any fighting anyways.

Light annoyance arose from the gem, but it didn't last very long.

Chuckling quietly to himself, he gently dropped the horcrux to lay against his chest. He released the wards on the compartment a few minutes later once remembering that Sirius Black was on the train, someone well versed in magic and could likely sense it. While he probably knew enough from his mother, a dark arts as well as a defense against the dark arts historian, to put up undetectable ones, it's always better to be safe than sorry. He was still under the radar, and drawing attention to himself for having wards up was not preferable.

Much to the teen's displeasure, the door slid open to reveal two people he hadn't expected. Not that he had expected anyone. He was a classic Ravenclaw - he liked to read books and keep to himself.

He raised an eyebrow at the intruders, Harry Potter and Sirius Black themselves, silently questioning their reasoning for disturbing him. He was just about to pull out a new book too, and he couldn't bring that one out with the two light labourers there.

Instead of answering, the dog grinned and hopped in, taking the seat across from him, while Harry sat next to Sirius after closing the door.

"Thanks for letting us join you, Lycus! We needed a place to talk without disturbance and knew you'd be cool with us being here." Sirius said, completely disregarding the bored look on the Ravenclaw's face. Harry was nice enough to shoot him an apologetic look, to which he replied by giving an inaudible sigh, accompanied by a look of understanding. Sirius was granted the right to be annoyingly excited to do most things after thirteen years in Azkaban. It was only fair. It wouldn't surprise Lycus if they had actively sought out his compartment - Sirius had a generous soft spot for the Ravenclaw that found Wormtail in the Forbidden Forest, ultimately ensuring his freedom.

The two Gryffindors began to talk to each other about plans for winter break, to which Lycus ignored (though didn't tune out) and leaned back to get more comfortable for the long ride ahead. Grabbing an artbook and color-automatic pencil from his trunk, he began to draw out some runic templates to try out when he got bored.

At some point during the ride, the two Gryffindors finished their planning and instead turned towards other topics, some of which Lycus participated in. Small banter continued through the rest of the ride.

The ride ended right after the drawing was finished, and the two Gryffindors had exited with a farewell by the time Lycus got the artbook back in the trunk.

He allowed himself a small smile when he got home. Free for three weeks.

The first of which was spent preparing for Marvolo's return. Unlike what one may think, it wasn't a blood or sacrificial ritual. It could be considered dark, but not necessarily evil. It was also rather simple, like many successful things in life. Occam's Razor. In fact, it required only one incantation.

T'was a Reincarnation Ritual, done when you wish to force a reincarnation before the soul's time, or to call the reincarnated soul that's in it's new body to you. It was created by Marvolo and Lycus - Marvolo with the idea, and Lycus with the knowledge to make it happen - based on a preceding ritual. Marvolo tested it (more like had Barty test it), and it was capable of taking a soul out of an inanimate object, and transferring it to a body, rather than making a new one. The caveat was that there was a soul mass to body mass ratio, so if you didn't have enough of a soul in the object, it would be unable to properly transfer and animate. They had half of Marvolo's soul, which should be enough, but it was always possible that it wouldn't be.

The preparation for it was creating the body, a potion, a very special leaf, and setting up the rune circle in which the body will be placed for the soul to enter.

The body was rather easy. Lycus was exemplary at ancient runes, far beyond that of what Hogwarts could ever teach. Granted, he had been provided with advanced runes from birth, so perhaps it was an unfair comparison. To him, the creation of a body with the specifications of being based off the original Tom Marvolo Riddle, alive and human, with the capabilities, repercussions, and magic to fit the wizarding bill, was kind of child's play. It was just like copying a prewritten text to a new page.

A silver moon leaf is a leaf of a yew tree, funnily enough, which had been covered in dew and placed under the light of a full moon. From a yew tree, because they were connected to death and resurrection already. The dew was just a transmitter of power from the moon, which, when full, provided some artifact of life giving magic. Lycus didn't fully understand it. The texts his mother had only went into so much detail. Such leaves are common, however, as they aren't that difficult to make. The only issue is that they only work when decently fresh.

The pendant had been soaking in the potion for eight days. It was akin to a Pepper Up potion, but it was made for a disembodied soul rather than a living person. Not surprisingly, a disembodied soul has a hard time being aware or doing things. The potion set out to make sure Marvolo was able to find his body, both by making him aware and by providing him with a connection to his body. It was designed by Lycus's father, a private potions master. Once the potion turned dark silver, Lycus began the ritual.

The golem-like body was in the center of the previously drawn runic circle, clothed, with runes on the inner outline with nine paths leading to the body, runes lining the inside of these paths as well, all geared to guiding the energy of the spell to the body rather than allowing it to escape. Walking over to the body, Lycus took the pendant out of the potion and placed the sapphire directly over the heart of the body. The rest of the potion was poured into the mouth of the body, and a wisp of light appeared, wrapping around the body, connected to the sapphire.

The teen placed the leaf on top of the pendant, stood up, and backed out of the circle. Once out, he knelt down to place his hand on the outermost part of the circle to provide it with power after he cast the spell. Focusing his magic, he looked at the leaf, and whispered one word in Parseltongue, courtesy of Marvolo. "§Fiendfyrei§."

The leaf blazed in a black fire, quickly turning stormy grey, and battered against the edges of the circle, but always forced back to the body by the nine paths. The sound of glass breaking was heard as the sapphire broke, releasing the half soul of Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Looking at his watch, Lycus wondered if he would have enough energy after this was done to get to reading that one goblin book. He couldn't leave until Marvolo successfully entered his body: the runes have to be continuously powered lest he wanted the circle to break.

Lucky for him, Marvolo was conscious enough to find his body within a minute. The fire dimmed down and dissipated in a few seconds after the soul entered the body.

Once feeling the circle wouldn't break if he stopped powering, Lycus brought his magic back into himself. Marvolo, for the body is no longer just a body, sat up, blinked, and grinned. The amber eyes of Lycus rolled at that.

"To have hands again!" to accompany this, Marvolo brought his hands up to look at said hands, flexing them and bending their fingers as though they were odd and new appendages. "And not be a snake-face."

"I rather liked the snake-face. Perhaps not the most terrifying, but better to watch people avoid looking at you in fear than to watch them avoid looking at you because they'll blush." Lycus shook his head lightly, snorting in amusement.

"Perhaps... but a charming appearance is only beneficial for our plans you'll have to agree." the newly human Dark Lord stated, expecting no disagreement despite the semi-questioning tone he used.

"Naturally. But you're not the one who has to do most of the charming." Lycus countered. Marvolo may have chosen to have his original body back, but that didn't mean anything when you have magic to disguise yourself. What did matter was that Marvolo did more management than active interaction. At least, that was the plan.

"Hmm, perchance it seems that I may be more involved than we initially decided. I don't fancy the idea of being complacent, you see." Marvolo said, once more with the tone that he didn't expect any opposition to the notion described. Lycus would grant him acquiescence for the time being, opting to slowly nod his head in reply. It's not like he really minded the idea of Marvolo taking a more active stance.

After a few seconds of silence, the teen stood. "Well, while I'd love to continue this exhilarating conversation, I have a book to read," and he began to walk out.

"Of course, of course. Just remember that we have things to do very soon!" Marvolo called after, holding up the broken pendant as a reminder of what exactly they needed to do.

Anyways, hope y’all enjoyed. Till next time.

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