Warning#1: This story is a crossover AU with Harry Potter and MCU with elements from comics and no care for anything after Infinity War
Warning#2: The main character is a bisexual Voldemort and he won't always choose to be efficient instead of having fun
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"...Blood of the enemy, forcibly -gasp- taken, you will resurrect your foe!" Peter Pettigrew, dirty coward rat and traitor, said with tears running down from his eyes as he flicked the knife that had Rose's blood on it above the cauldron that he had just dropped his own cut off hand into; and Rose could see the disaster happening in front of her very clearly.
To think that just a few moments ago, or at least what felt like a few moments ago, she was filled with joy and hope as she grabbed the cup of the Triwizard tournament; along with Cedric in a show of bond between two Hogwarts champions, the one rightfully chosen and the one forced to participate.
As it turns out, the cup was a portkey and it dropped two of them in a graveyard where Peter had been waiting for them; his wand ready to shoot.
Now Rose was tied to one of the many statues in the graveyard, specifically the one that was a Grim Reaper with the pole of its scythe right in from of her neck. Cedric on the other hand was tied to a far simpler gravestone and was still unconscious from the stunner he had been hit with. Cause, obviously, Rose had to see the resurrection of the Dark Lord that had murdered her parents.
Before she could think any further about these things, her scar exploded with pain at the same time the cauldron burst into flames.
The next few moments were hard to understand through the pain she was experiencing, but when the pain finally subsided, the Dark Lord was standing once more.
He didn't look like the sickly shade that Rose had fought against in her first year in order to protect the Philosopher's Stone. He didn't look like the charismatic schoolboy Tom Riddle that had unleashed the Basilisk in his second year either.
No.
The man before her looked like neither of them. He was far more humane compared to the shade and yet far too monstrous to be Tom Riddle either.
Calling his skin simply pale would have been like calling ocean a little wet, his skin was practically chalk-white. There were also two scaled purple horns coming out of his forehead and curling back towards the back of his head, much akin to that of a dragon. His fingernails also looked sharp, akin to claws rather than something that could belong to a human. When he let out a breath, Harry saw that he also had spiked teeth similar to a predator. But the most striking feature of the Dark Lord wasn't any of those things. It was his eyes.
They weren't like the red eyes of the shade or the blackish brown of Tom Riddle, no. They were a very distinct shade of purple, even his scleras and they also had... rings on them. They were probably the most unnatural looking eyes that Harry had ever seen.
"My lord?" Pettigrew asked as he clutched the bloody stump that used to be his hand.
"Quiet Wormtail." Voldemort hissed before... starting to stretch? Yes, as bizarre as it was, the Dark Lord was grunting as his joints made cracking sound while he stretched in his birthday suit. Or would it be more accurate to call it resurrection suit?
Voldemort suddenly snapped his fingers, interrupting Rose's newest philosophical questions, and made dark robes appear on his frame.
Wandless magic, Rose knew that it was technically possible and had seen headmaster Dumbledore use it on several occasions; yet that didn't stop the shiver on her back.
"My lord." Pettigrew knelt before the Dark Lord as he pulled a wand out of his pocket and presented it to the Dark Lord, who took it with a calm look.
"Your arm, Wormtail."
"T-Thank you, my lord." Traitorous Marauder sniffled as he thrust forward his stump, only to flinch as the Dark Lord looked down at him with an unimpressed look.
"The other arm, Wormtail." Pettigrew whimpered for a few moments before offering the requested arm, which Voldemort grasped and then pressed his newly acquired wand on the skull and snake tattoo on his forearm, the Dark Mark.
For a few moments, there is silence. And then several trails of smoke appear in the sky and they all land around them, revealing men in black robes and skull masks; much like those Rose had seen in the World Cup earlier in this year.
"My friends." Voldemort said with a smile on his face. "It's been a long thirteen years, yet you're here as if it was yesterday. Which makes me wonder." And then the smile was replaced by a glare. "Why have none of you seek me out?"
Silence.
"No answers?" Then he darted towards the first Death Eater and took off his mask. "Crabbe?!"
And then the next. "Macnair?!"
And then the next. "Goyle?!" This kept on until there was only one Death Eater left with a mask.
"Not even you, Lucius." And then that mask was gone as well, revealing the patriarch of Malfoy family.
"My lord, I swear..."
"Silence!" Voldemort yelled and suddenly all the Death Eaters were on their hands and knees, shaking as if some sort of force was pushing them down. "None of you returned. You all cried out ridiculous claims of Imperius in order to escape and let those who truly swore themselves to me by themselves!"
"...I returned." Pettigrew said with a small smile that died a quick death when Voldemort turned to him and started to clap mockingly.
"Yes, after twelve years hiding as a common pet rat and the man you framed for your crimes exposed you to Dumbledore. Truly you are an example to all of my followers Wormtail." The Dark Lord's words were mocking and even Rose had to hold herself back from laughing, torn between her hate for Voldemort and her hate for Pettigrew. "But you did return in the end, showing some amount of loyalty." The horned man said with a frown as he pointed his wand at Pettigrew's stump.
"Let no one claim that I do not reward loyalty." And then a silver-like substance flowed from the tip of the wand and formed a new hand at the end of Pettigrew's stump, leading to the man bowing down and thanking the Dark Lord over and over again.
"Now then, about time for tonight's main event." Voldemort said before slashing his wand in Rose's direction and she fell as the ropes were cut and the statue behind her shattered.
"Now then, before we do anything else, I believe that there are a few things that needs to be said Rose my dear." Voldemort said, his tone amused but strangely not mocking.
"First of all, apologies. I apologize to you Rose for how I acted during our first meeting three years ago. Well, technically our second meeting but you weren't doing much talking the first." Voldemort shrugged while Rose tried to understand what was happening. "Again, I am sorry. I had just spent ten years as a disembodied spirit and then another year with that buffoon Quirrel as my sole social contact so I wasn't exactly in a good mental place." The Dark Lord said with a laugh that almost felt embarrassed.
"Secondly, I'd like to apologize for our current predicament. I would have liked to meet you over a nice dinner and good wine, really I would, but needs must you know."
"Not gonna apologize for murdering my parents." Rose gritted out, unable to take it anymore as she glared at the man who looked at her like she was an idiot.
"Umm no. No I'm not gonna apologize for that. I was in a war with Dumbledore and your parents choose to stay on old man's side. I can't exactly win a war if I don't kill my enemies, that sounds like a horrible policy."
"Though I guess I am sorry that they are dead, your mother was rather brilliant and it would have been amazing if she had just worked for me."
"They never would have joined you!"
"Yeah, that's the whole thing that led me to killing them." Voldemort nodded. "Your mother did have the last laugh in the end though. Still not sure what exactly is it that she did in order to reflect my curse." He said as looked up and he scratched his chin. Looking lost in thought, which made Rose decide that this was a good chance to at least put some distance between them.
"Why are you walking away Rose?" Only to freeze when the Dark Lord's weird eyes locked with her own. "If this is some sort of attempt at creating some sense of safety, you shouldn't bother my dear. At our current level of power it's entirely meaningless how many steps there are between you and me."
"Just like this." And then Voldemort was suddenly in front of her and his hand was almost touching her chest. "And now that I'm here, I believe that I'll be taking this back." Then the Dark Lord's hand suddenly clamped down on Rose's forehead, right on the scar, and Rose's world was suddenly filled with pain.
She started to scream and kept screaming till her voice was rough and only then Voldemort pulled his hand away, now holding a glowing purple ethereal sphere in his hand.
"Fascinating isn't it Rose? This here is the so called connection between you and me that Dumbledore must have droned on about all these years. A piece of me that stayed with you, giving you a little amount of my powers instead of corrupting you due to the protections of your mother keeping it bound. Hell, I'd wager a good amount of money that this thing would have even allowed you to survive one more killing curse. Wonder if your mother even knew such a thing could have happened." The Dark Lord kept talking as he spun the orb between his fingers for a few moments before his eyes once more met her's and he chuckled.
"Seems like I have to apologize again, I kind of lost myself in the moment. Tonight is supposed to be about you." She really didn't like the sound of that. "Now, now that I've talked about our first connection; let's talk about the second one." He said as he flicked his hand and a wand fell before Rose.
Her wand.
"Eleven inches, made of holly and with a core of phoenix feather I believe." Voldemort said as he pulled his own wand out and spun it in his hands while Rose tried to keep a steady hold on her own wand. "I'm sure that the old weirdo Ollivander gave you some dramatic talk about how our cores both came from the same bird. That's another connection between you and me and also another advantage you had over me." He said with a huff.
"There is a phenomenon called Priori Incantatum, it's when two wands with brother cores meet each other. It makes our spell work wonky for a lack of better term. I could send a killing curse and you a disarming charm and your spell would still stop mine for a few moments while some sort of power clash happened. It's rather ridiculous how many advantages fate seems to have given you over me."
"Though in this instance there is a very simple way for me to get rid of that advantage of yours." Voldemort said with a smile that showed his teeth and even the Death Eaters gasped as he did the unthinkable.
*SNAP*
"I just have to not use a wand." Voldemort said with a chipper tone as he dropped the two pieces of his wand on the ground with no care.
Rose could barely believe her eyes. Snapping one's wand... it was a gesture that signified that one was not worthy of the magic that they were born with. It was something that people wouldn't even think about most of the time. Hell, there were criminals whose wands were not snapped.
Yet Voldemort had just snapped his own wand.
"Don't look so surprised Rose." The Dark Lord said with smile as he raised one of his hands. "Unlike you lot, I have already surpassed the need of magical foci." And then black flames covered the sky.
Rose had heard of people talking about how fearsome the Dark Lord had been in the last war, but she hadn't understood till now. This... this was far beyond her. How could anyone standing against this?
What made her parents think that hey could stand against this?
Her thoughts were cut short as the flames suddenly disappeared and Voldemort's arm fell to his side. Then he snapped his finger and Cedric's binding disappeared, an invisible force then took the seventh year and the cup to her.
"You can go now."
"...what?" She had meant to shout, yet her voice was barely above a whisper.
"Don't look at me like that Rose." Voldemort said with a snort before squatting down in order to come to eye level with her, also making her realize that she had fallen to her knees without realizing when he had made those flames appear. "I have plans my dear Rose and none of them include you dying tonight. So, you can go back with your friend and your cup. From what I understand, you did earn it anyway."
"I'll tell them that you're back. I will let them know." She said, a part of her mind screaming at her to stay quiet and just leave.
"I'm sure you will, just as I'm sure that your dear minister will just decide to bury his head in sand rather than accept my return." Yet the Dark Lord showed little to no care. "But who knows, maybe I'm wrong and we will both be surprised. Now please go, I have work to do." Instead he simply waved at her and the cup impacted her and Cedric, sending them through the tunnel of light and noise portkeys always did and deposited them back in Hogwarts; surrounded by distressed faces.
But there was one face that Rose actually looked for. Not any of her friends but the only one who might actually know what to do. And when she finally did.
"Professor..." She tried to reach out to Dumbledore, yet her arms were just as weak as her voice. "...he's back." And then the darkness finally claimed her.
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