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The Dark-Lord Peverell Slytherin

Apathetic to the world around him, the Dark Lord Potter dominates the world around him. Overwhelming power and a ruined world leave him stuck reminiscing in the past, especially over 'that' incident. Having found a way to return to the past, albeit an alternate timeline, he decides to embrace his second chance... Dark Lord style. ALTERNATE TIMELINE. NO PARADOXES.

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Muggleforce Unite!

A half-hour later...

Slytherin Fort

Great Britain

Basilisk 1, better known as the mysterious Mr Chung, appeared in a flash of flames.

In front of him were the twelve other members of the newest death squad in the wizarding underworld. All Muggleborn or half-bloods with ritual-boosted magical cores had undergone several rituals to give them healing factors, increased strength, dexterity, endurance, agility and magical concentration.

They came from all four corners of the world except for America. The American method of recording every witch and wizard alive in their jurisdiction meant it was unsafe to kidnap a member from the states.

The fort had become their base of operations, although most spent their time in Bulgaria going through the new Auror program to improve their teamwork.

The wizard Hit team had debuted by becoming the secret police in Bulgaria and killing several high-profile members that still opposed the Minister.

They had several plans to kill Death Eater threats and expand into new countries.

"Basilisk 9, step forward," Mr Chung ordered, immediately being obeyed,

"You are to assume the identity of Mr Sirius Black and capture the rat Animagus, Peter Pettigrew."

The logic behind his choice was they were both English and built roughly the same allowing for more natural movement under the polyjuice potion.

It had been easy to acquire a few of Sirius Blacks' hairs as he was staying at Peverell Manor.

The attempt would occur on February 6th in the early hours of Sunday.

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January 18th, 1994

Quidditch Grounds

A week after the start of the new term and Ares was watching a quidditch match between Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

He wasn't really supporting either team, although if he had to make a choice, Ares would probably choose his house.

Their team was pretty terrible, even with the brooms Draco had bought them, and Draco was only average when it came to being a seeker, whereas Cho Chang was excellent.

In his humble opinion, he was probably the best seeker in the school, or maybe Harry. Cho did, however, look a lot better than Draco.

Draco, through some miracle, had already managed to spot the snitch first and had gone diving for it, although it soon became clear how inferior he was to Cho.

The snitch was doing a commendable job of dodging both seekers, much to Ares's enjoyment. However, he wanted to have a more active role in the game, so raising a couple of his fingers and channelling his magic through them, he took control of the snitch. The magical equipment's innate magic tried to fight him but failed miserably.

Soon the snitch was running loops around the pitch, weaving left and right through Claw and Snake causing mass confusion.

People narrowly avoided hitting each other, and the teachers soon became suspicious. Nevertheless, Ares was having great fun and continued to cause chaos for another five minutes until he started to feel someone trying to wrestle control of the snitch from him magically.

They were weaker than him, so he wasn't going to lose, but now they knew someone was sabotaging the match. Even more magical force was being applied to him as more teachers joined their colleagues in an attempt to take back control of the game.

Nearly half the staff box, including McGonagall, were openly pointing their wands at the snitch, yet they were clearly losing.

Ares continued to cause trouble even though the match had practically stopped and instead began moving the snitch dangerously close to the staff box and occasionally zooming through their legs when they stood up for better concentration.

Growing bored as it became clear it would take someone like Dumbledore to wrestle control from him, Ares made one final movement through Cho Chang's legs and let the snitch drop into Malfoys hand. After all, it was a matter of house spirit.

He let out a short breath from the slight exertion as some of the weaker staff, such as Professor Burbage of Muggle studies, fell on the floor as if having run a marathon. McGonagall and Flitwick just looked annoyed, while Snape looked happy with the end result, which to Ares's amusement, gained him a few suspicious looks from some of the other professors.

It had been a fun match, and Slytherin had won. However, he doubted the event would become anything and be forgotten and chalked up to pranks.

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Friday, January 21st, 1994

It was the end of the working week, and Ares was thinking over his latest idea for Peverell Industries.

Seeing what had happened in Bulgaria with only a slight push, he was beginning to realise just how many muggleborns had been forced back into the muggle world by lack of jobs provided to those with a lack of 'pureblood' and connections.

With around 60,000 known witches and wizards currently residing in Britain to the 58 million muggles or non-magical people, it was essential to keep track of all magic users to ensure security.

However, at least a few thousand muggleborn must have been forced out of the wizarding world.

Where better to find a cheap, malleable, and desperate workforce which could be trained to use their combined magical might to further his ambitions.

He only needed a way to find them that didn't include hiring Hit wizards to kidnap them. Of the thirty or so magical schools in Britain, Hogwarts was by far the largest and most famous, and because of that, most muggleborns that attended did find jobs in the wizarding world. The other smaller schools had to send muggleborn back into the non-magical world.

Dumbledore would be of little use in this endeavour. Cornelius, though, had access to every recorded use of accidental magic in Britain.

Using that and the list they kept of witches and wizards with wands, he could track them down relatively quickly. Then, if they didn't accept willingly, he would force them using threats, magical oaths and contracts.

People might mistake him for a champion of muggleborn rights, but that was a price he was willing to pay for the extra labour and possibly soldiers.

He would need to set up a meeting with the Minister or, better yet, send a representative. Lucius would be best.

Sending an owl with orders to his blonde subordinate, he went back to thinking, this time about the Bulgarian Veela cheerleaders from his past timeline.

He effectively controlled Bulgaria now. Of course, indulging a few of his fantasies with the beautiful women wouldn't hurt.

Making a note in his mind to visit the Bulgarian Veela Enclave, he drifted back into his thoughts.