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Chapter 17
Editor: The Resident
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Harry smiled when he thought back on what had happened today. He went to the hospital trying to cure children and what did he find? Family? Not a simple family, but the Queen for Merlin's sake.

His happy smile disappeared for a moment. He was aware that time was going fast, and he had the feeling that he was wasting it by being busy with all kind of things, but not with studying and learning his elemental abilities. For several days, he was wandering and didn't see Ginny or Luna. Tonks was there every day, and she would come to him after her visit with her parents.

He had the feeling of urgency. His new freedom meant for him less freedom then he was with the Dursley's, locked up in his room. At least he had the liberty to read, while now he did not have that luxury.

Harry looked at the pile of books in his room. Everything was already read. He promised himself that soon he would visit the bookshops at Diagon alley. He was very interested in learning everything about transfiguration, potions and charms, and of cause not to forget DADA. From tomorrow, before he would go to sleep, he would order his elementals to start reading.

Harry undressed and had a shower before he went to bed.

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Tom Riddle, his disgusting father who abandoned his mother, Merope Gaunt. The treason of his father stayed with him all of his life. Even when he lived in that damned orphanage, he hated his father. Without that hate he would never been able to survive. After so many years, he still felt a burning rage going through his body when he thought about his filthy father.

When his letter was being brought by Albus Dumbledore himself, a new world opened up for him. There were then new possibilities to have his revenge on his disgusting family. Tom realized, that he did not think about anything else then only to have his revenge. Well, he got his revenge, and much more!

Tom Riddle, aka Voldemort was thinking back in time. The orphanage was clean, but sober and Spartan. There was not much to do at the orphanage. He remembered a bare courtyard, where all the children were playing. He was never playing; he was only looking to those disgusting brats with his huge, black eyes, which could make everyone nervous, even Mrs. Cole, the head matron.

He remembered that those brats were very afraid of him, because of all the strange things what happened all around him. There was one memory, which Tom Riddle still remembered fondly. One of the big bullies of the orphanage with the name Fred chose him to torment. Fred was tormenting him, until the 'poor' boy broke his neck - for no visible reason in the middle of the bare courtyard - all children were looking. Tom was glaring at him with his big black eyes and the boy dropped death with his neck broken. He was eight years old that time, and he felt like he was god. No, that was wrong, he felt like a demon that time. When he looked into the mirror, he noticed the low fire burning in his eyes. When Tom was concentrated him self, he could let that fire flare up, and that would freak out all of the children.

When Tom became older, he started to collect things from others. None of the children dared to report this to the head matron, because everyone was very afraid of him. He stored his stolen yo-yo, a silver thimble, and a harmonica in the closet, until Dumbledore showed up with his letter to Hogwarts.

The headmaster discovered what he had stolen, but what the old farce did not know was that he stole a lot of money from the children as well. Not that the children had a lot to spend, but all little bits helped to grow a pile of money behind the heating kettle in the dungeons.

Tom smirked. Those were bad and lonely times.

When he killed his grandfather, Marvolo Gaunt, he remembered the expression on his stupid face. The man was a lunatic, the result of many generations or inbreeding in the Gaunt family. The man supposed to be the descendent of Salazar Slytherin, for Merlin's sake, and look at him. The mouth of his grandfather hung open... not able to close it- a sign of idiocy, a man who was retarded. When Tom fired the killing curse at his grandfather, the man did not look surprised. It looked like he expected that he would be killed by Tom... or maybe he was simply too stupid.

It is a pity that he never met his mother, otherwise he would let her suffer for her stupidity. What did she think, marrying a repulsive muggle, and naming him after that filthy muggle too?

Thinking about the killing curse brought him back to the memories of Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, the leader of the light and the head of the Order of Phoenix, the birds club. In that time, Tom was collecting strong willed Slytherins who agreed with his cause, the purity of blood. Tom smirked. That was such a running joke; he never cared about the purity of the blood. He him self was only a half blood, while those full blooded idiots were wizards without creativity, fantasy and calling. They were nothing else then foot soldiers, who could do simply things, but not much more.

Dumbledore caught three of his Slytherins in harassing a second year Gryffindor, and he was giving a speech in the Great Hall of the castle. He was talking about the difference between the muggle born wizards and witches and the full bloods. According him, there was not much difference, except that the full blood wizards were many times diluted because of inbred. All of the full bloods in Slytherin were angry, all of them were complaining, and telling their parents what the - then the transfiguration teacher - had said.

When one of the Slytherins asked the transfiguration teacher why full blooded wizards could fire the killing curse better then the muggle-borns, the Dumbledore denied that. He went into a lecture about the killing curse. According him, every time that the killing curses was fired; it would take a piece of the soul of the caster and turn it black. That was such bullshit. Every time a killing curse was fired, it gave the caster more power. Tom felt it him self, every time he took a life using that curse, his life force became stronger.

Tom could hear noises of people approaching his huge chamber. He was sitting on a big black throne, made from the bones of five Chinese fire-dragons. The creatures from China were rare; there were almost no Chinese fire-dragons left. The special thing about that race dragons were the bones. The bones were black, and it was fairly simply to make them shining and beautiful and to bend them into a different shape, and there was the other property... it could absorb magic. Tom spent many hours to pump as much as possible black magic into the throne. When somebody would be foolish to fire a curse at him, killing curse or not, that person will be doomed until the end of time.

The sound of footsteps was now clearly noticeable, and Tom was looking expectantly at the huge doors at the other end of the hall. The doors opened slowly and soundlessly, and four large men were marching into the hall.

Tom's special enhanced eyes could recognize all four men, even when they were three hundred meters away from his throne. One of them had a long beard. When he looked at this tall, greyed bearded figure, he could not help thinking about Dumbledore.

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Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Order of Merlin, First Class, and Grand Sorcerer; Founder and Secret Keeper, Order of the Phoenix, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, was sitting on his desk in his office at Hogwarts, and he felt truly old. Professor Dumbledore, though old, always gave the impression of great energy, but not any more! His shoulders were hanging, and his skin was greyish, his mouth was half-open. Since the accident in the bathroom, he was suffering from fatigue. He knew that he was feeling him self already for months not well, but the bathroom accident taught him that it might be dangerous for him, unless he would do something against it.

Dumbledore did not know why he was not feeling so well, and he hesitated to ask Harry to use his gifts on him to make him feel better. He had the feeling that it would not be right, because there were so many young people in the world, who were sick as well, so many who were even dieing at the moment he sat there. So many children were suffering, like those children in the hospital, where the met the Queen.

Dumbledore thought about Harry, how he was coping with the chances in his life. It was amazing, that he would be able to experience the first elemental sorcerer after so many years in time. He knew that Harry's faith was connected to Voldemort, because he was the one who received the prophecy from Sibyll Trelawney. Thinking about the prophecy, why did they not hear anything from Voldemort?

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The four large men were marching towards him like muggle soldiers. Voldemort was thinking back a week ago, and he smirked again. He travelled to a far away country with the name Vietnam. He tested his newest spells against thousand muggle soldiers, with their metal vehicles and their large guns, which made so much noise when fired and more noise when impacted.

He invented whole series of new spells, and one of those spells was still experimental. He infused four Death Eaters with the Breath of Death. That was hideous and tiresome work, but at the end, he managed. All the thousand soldiers had no chance against his black warriors. All their souls were ripped from their bodies, or their organs were taken, while the soldiers were still staring at the black clouds and mists surrounding them.

After the infusion, his Death Eaters were chanced into fearsome creatures, almost looking like demons. When they approached the muggle army, they were welcomed with bullets and grenades, but nothing could touch their bodies of his Death Eaters. When his transformed Death Eaters were finished with their work, they exploded because of the magical overload. There was still work to do on the Black Death.

The men halted ten meters from Tom, and stood still... as statues. Nothing moved, and the expressions on their faces were like frozen. Those four men could be perfect soldiers for his armies, if he managed to win them for his cause.

"I am willingly to pay handsomely for your services," hissed Tom.

The expression on their faces did not chance.

"How much do you want?" Tom asked.

"A Hundred thousand dollars in cash," the man said, who reminded him of Dumbledore.

"I only pay when the job is done," Tom hissed. "Failure is unacceptable. Payment is in cash."

The grey-bearded man nodded.

"Deal"

"One of my Death Eaters will give you all the details. When will it be done?" Tom asked.

"Tomorrow night." the grey-bearded man answered with an even voice.

Tom nodded, and smirked.

Tom had heard last week from his spies that Harry Potter had become an elemental. Tom knew that elementals are very rare, and for many years, there was not one elemental born. With an army of men like those before him, he doubted that an elemental like that Potter would be able to defend himself, especially when there were thousand of those warriors attacking from all sides.

He was very amused when he heard that Potter was busy to build a harem. He knew the reasons for that, because Potter managed to improve his own body in a way that he was now super healthy. In addition, that meant that Potter's body needed sex.

That reminded him about himself. When Tom improved his own body, he was also in the need of additional things, but not sex. He was in the need of magical energy, and that he got. With the help of dark rituals, he managed to get an enormous amount of magical energy.

The latest news was even more amusing. It seemed that Potter found a new family. He was related to the bloody English Queen herself. Well, he will take care that he will not be related long to the queen, and he smirked again.

Then he was thinking about the deepest secret he had discovered not so long time ago. He knew of the prophecy, thanks to Severus Snape. Severus brought the pensive with him whom he had stolen from Albus Dumbledore. What was worrisome was that Potter seemed to have a power that the Dark Lord does not know, and indeed, he had no idea what that power was.

That was not all he had discovered. Peter Pettigrew admitted to him that he had a life debt with Harry Potter when he had been saved by Harry from being killed by Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.

He was not sure what was worse. Potter had the chance to beat him, using the unknown power, where the Prophecy spoke of, or his discovery of the life debt of Peter Pettigrew, or by his new found elemental abilities, or maybe a combination of all.

The existence of the life debt Peter Pettigrew had was a huge setback, because that life debt was transferred to him, when he was revived back to live by Peter Pettigrew at the churchyard at Little Hangleton in 1995. That damned Peter Pettigrew was the one, who gave his flesh during the resurrection ritual, and by that, he also transferred the life debt. Tom could not kill Potter anymore because of the life debt!

There were ways he could use to bypass it, but that meant that he had to change his plans. Let's see...

Editor: The Resident
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