Insanity!

I'm SO! SO! SO! sorry about that Me thing. I just now saw it, and was like O_O Oh shit. Me sorry!

Down the corridor a tall man walked, sending mere glances at everyone who just coward in fear. Professor McGonagall came running down the stairs to see what had happened, and was greeted by none other than Lord Voldemort in all his glory. He smiled, a charming one that would make women swoon, and men trust him with all their secrets without worry. But for McGonagall, she knew better than that.

"What are you doing here?" she ordered, keeping her cool, and kept a hand on her wand just in case. "How did you break through the wards so easily?" Tom just chuckled.

"I am simple here for Harry Potter. And those wards? Just walked right through," he simple answered.

"What have you done to the boy?!"

"I have done nothing to him. I see what he sees, and I saw a lot. Of what would've happened and what could've. Now, if you excuse me, I need to collect my prize." Voldemort apparated out of the corridor, leaving Minerva to the frightened students.

"Harry! What's going on!?" Draco shouted, trying to get close to his best friend, but his Godfather held him back. Harry just chuckled and soon it turned into a full-blown laugh. Dumbledore stepped forward, attempting to get near Harry, but the dangerous energy that crackled pulsed the old man back. Harry Lestrange narrowed his slit eyes at the Headmaster, and just grin.

"Want to know a secret Professor?" Harry joked. Fred and George helped Dumbledore up, and listened carefully to their best friend. "If I had stayed at the Dursleys as you had planned, there would be several important dead people before the end of Lord Voldemort's death. I have seen the past, the present and the future of what would've came if Rodolphus hadn't taken me. The past: The Dursleys would've punished me for absolutely nothing, beat, starve, made me their personal slave. I wouldn't have known about the Wizarding World until Hagrid came, and personally got me.

Second year this lovely basilisk would've died by my hand because of Ginny's stupidity to write in a journal that wrote back. Third, oh, I love this. Sirius escaped Azkaban would have to go into hiding because Peter Pettigrew got away which happened to be Ron's rat. Remus would have to go into hiding because no parent could stand the thought of a werewolf teaching their child. Fourth year would've been the year Lord Voldemort came back and nobody believed me, and Cedric would've died. Present: This year Sirius would've died because nobody could image that Lord Voldemort would want the Prophesy that laid in the Department of Mysteries. Umbridge would cause so much chaos amongst the students that Fred and George left school..

Future: Sixth year Dumbledore would die by Snape's hand because Voldemort ordered Draco to kill the Headmaster. This is my favorite. What would've been the 7th year isn't. I had to go into hiding after Bill's and Fleur's wedding because the Minister had been killed, and Death Eaters had taken over the Ministry. Remus and Tonks would die in the final battle leaving their little boy with dear Grandmother. Mad-Eye Moody, Snape, Fred, Bellatrix, and Collin also died in the final battle. Including Voldemort, but at the price at close friends. Here is the happy ending! Ginny and I got married and so did Ron and Hermione. Draco married, and even Neville and Luna. However."

Harry's eyes became glossed with hatred and anger at Dumbledore, the air crackled more and the aura around Harry became as dark as blood.

"That is not the happy ending that I want. Perhaps the alternative version of me, but not this one. All because you had placed me with the relatives that hated magic more than anything else. My parents wouldn't have died if you hadn't had those silly little dreams of the Deathly Hallows. It's real alright, but, a foolish chase."

The windows in the room cracked, and broke, causing a distraction for a moment. When the audience looked back, Harry and the basilisk were gone.

In Dumbledore's office, Voldemort tore open the door, and was greeted with an interesting sight. Harry Lestrange was sitting on Dumbledore's desk with Ravenclaw's diadem on top of his head, and Godric's sword in his hand as he played with it. Voldemort just leaned against the doorframe, observing the boy of 15. The dangerous lightning and aura were gone, but the basilisk was still there, but in the size of what Nagini, Voldemort's pet, was, so the snake couldn't completely destroy the small office.

"You know, this sword is fake? When Ginny, Luna and Neville tried to steal it two years from now they got caught, and Snape placed the sword in Bellatrix's vault. Also in her vault is Helga Hufflepuff's cup. Now, why would such a Founder's item be in the most insane woman's vault?" Harry questioned as if this was an everyday thing. He toss the fake sword up, caught it by the hilt, and directed it into the wall where it cracked and broke into pieces. "Because nobody would be stupid enough to go into there especially with a very large and dangerous dragon guarding it."

Harry looked at Voldemort, and couldn't help, but smile. He definitely looked a lot better than what could've been his appearance. Because the Tom Riddle soul merged back into Voldemort's, he had gained back his very sexy and youthful looks. Short, dark chestnut brown, slightly curly hair with gorgeous blood red eyes. Harry noted that he loved those eyes. Voldemort chuckled.

"Now, how did you find that diadem? Nobody except for me has been able to. You must've charmed the Gray Lady or?" the Dark Lord said, stepping forward until Harry and him were able to touch with the slightest of movements.

"It was hidden in the Room of Requirement on top of the statue with the ugly wig." Harry grabbed the taller man's Slytherin tie (probably wore it for old time's sake), pulling him closer. "I could tell you where the real Godric's sword is, but, what is in it for me?" Ah, a true Slytherin Voldemort noted, smiling.

"How about being my equal? You are indeed powerful to scare Dumbledore." Harry placed his index finger on his chin, and gave the appearance of thinking that was an innocent child.

"Can my friends come along?" The Dark Lord nodded his head. He knew Harry spoke of Draco, Fred and George. Valuable for his plans. With Draco as a sly, careful stagiest, Fred and George brilliant pranksters and adopted by Severus, Voldemort had no doubt that Dumbledore will lose this war.

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