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Harry Potter : The chronicles of lord Voldemort reborn

The presence of a foreign soul may have unexpected side effects on a growing child. I am Lord Volde...Harry Potter. I'm Harry Potter. In which Harry is insane, Hermione is a Dark Lady-in-training, Ginny Is a minion, and Ron is confused.

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Chapter - 9 : Duel of the Heirs

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"Tempus."

3:37 AM

There was a leak from the ceiling, splashing water directly onto my head. I moved. It followed. I sometimes hate this castle.

"Tempus."

7:50 AM

Slytherin's statue failed to respond to insults regarding his heritage, appearance, or ability. It did attack when I cast the Killing Curse at it, however, and proved fairly susceptible to blasting curses. I transfigured the mound of rubble into a chair, Slytherin's scowling face hovering above my own.

"Tempus."

1:15 PM

"I'm hungry," I said.

The basilisk hissed, "I haven't eaten in three hundred years."

"It's been at least eighteen hours for me," I commiserated. Sometimes, I think that no one understands my suffering as well as the basilisk.

Really, what was wrong with this new Heir? He should be here, by now. It had been at least half a day. I hadn't even changed the password! Still, I couldn't just up and leave. I was invested, by Merlin, and I wasn't going until the imposter was put in his place. My resolve was unwavering.

"Tempus."

1:55 PM

"I'm still hungry…Wait, I have a brilliant idea," I said. "All I need is a house-elf."

I smirked. "House-elf!"

Nothing happened for several minutes. I muttered, "Alright, maybe I need a name, something stupid like Flimsy or Floppsy."

I looked around: Still no food-bearing slave. What was the name of that assassin, again? Ah, right. "Dobby!"

The bedraggled creature popped in front of me, his eyes widening. "The Great Master Harry Potter sir is calling Dobby?"

"Feed me," I said.

He came back after a few moments, several plates floating around him. My eyes lit up. "Is that duck?"

"Master Lucy is wanting duck for dinner," he said.

I was impressed. "You stole from him?"

The house-elf shifted uncomfortably. "Dobby did not steal. Dobby just gave snack to very powerful guest."

I frowned. "But I'm not his guest, right now."

Dobby proceeded to slam his head against the ground. Shrugging, I dug into my meal, eating with all the table manners of a Weasley. Afterwards, I looked down at where a very dazed Dobby sprawled on the stone.

"Oh, right, and can you grab a peacock for my friend?" I gestured towards the basilisk.

After that particular bit of entertainment, I settled down to wait more comfortably.

"Tempus."

4:30 PM

Bored out of my mind, I drowsed under my invisibility cloak.

I awoke to hurried footsteps and squinted through the cloak's starry cloth as a small, robed figure walked inside. The red hair was unmistakable. Whipping the cloak off dramatically, I leapt to my feet.

"You!" I exclaimed. "I should have known. You Weasleys, always so righteous, always in Gryffindor, are the true heirs of Slytherin. You've lain in wait for generations, hiding your true cunning behind a veil of idiocy. But, now, I see you for the Pureblood fanatics you have always been."

The youngest Weasley gaped at my brilliant deductions. "…What?"

I took a moment to smugly survey my opponent. The girl looked shocked. One pale hand had dropped her wand in surprise and her other clutched something to her chest. A book? I frowned. It looked familiar, though it was far too thin to be anything I'd read recently.

"Oh, don't feign innocence, Weasley. It's obvious that you're all Slytherins. After all, every Weasley has been in Gryffindor for generations. Even the Gryffindor family didn't all go to Gryffindor! And your constant breeding is clearly a desperate attempt to produce Parseltongue from your impure blood."

The Weasley laughed. "You think Ginny Weasley could open the Chamber of Secrets?"

Her eyes trailed across me languidly. "So you're the great Harry Potter. I don't believe we've been introduced. My name is Tom Riddle."

Suddenly, I recognized the book.

"Diary?" I shouted. "What in Merlin's name are you doing here?"

She (he?) hissed, "How dare you address me so disrespectfully? I am Lord Voldemort!"

"You're going to regret that name in a few years," I said, "and I'm the real Lord Voldemort. You're just my horcrux."

Diary sneered. "You're Lord Voldemort? No, I think I'm Voldemort."

I narrowed my eyes. No diary was going to defy me. "Well, at least I'm not in the body of a girl. I certainly don't remember being confused about that when I was in school."

"I'm only using her body-"

I cut in, "Whoa, there. She's only twelve. I don't remember being confused about that, either."

His Weasley eyes flashed with fury. "You'll regret that," he hissed. With a smirk, he turned to the Basilisk.

"Attack."

"No, don't do that," I ordered in Parseltongue.

The Basilisk has no way of identifying the "one true heir of Slytherin." It's a snake, not some magical lineage device. As such, it follows any command given in Parseltongue.

Diary glared. "Attack him!"

"Don't do that," I ordered. "In fact, never attack me. And don't listen to any of his orders, either."

"That isn't fair," he grumbled.

I sighed, wishing my younger self was less of an idiot. "Diary, we are a dark lord."

Diary snatched up the Weasley girl's wand. "I don't need the Basilisk for this, anyway. I wonder…if we were to fight, who would win?"

I glared. "Me."

"Really? I don't think so."

"You stop this nonsense and get back in your diary, young man."

The Weasley girl smirked. "Of course, you could always join me. I might let you rule at my feet -"

"Avada Kedavra," I said, pointing my wand at the diary. The Weasley collapsed as the book glowed green and the soul inside screamed. The Horcrux was destroyed. Or released, or something like that.

It was a necessary evil. I had enough competition without another me running around.

I had assumed that, upon the destruction of my soul containers, I would notice. They're tying me to this world, after all, so I should feel something when they disappeared.

Yet I did not.

This meant that all of my Horcruxes could be destroyed and I would have no idea.

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