Sirius ends up where?

Sirius Black woke up suddenly.

He remembered his time after entering the Veil of Death and the two voices that had spoken. As his eyes opened, he looked out and saw that he was in a very strange place.

The area seemed to next to a cliff, and the sky was dismal. Good old England it looked like.

He began to sit up and realized that there was something wrong. He looked at his arms and, as he noticed that these were not his own arms, he let out a small scream.

That immediately caused him more consternation – it wasn't his own voice.

This was not good.

His clothes were of a fine weave. And he at least seemed to have a male body. He looked around and suddenly he saw something which made him angry: A house elf standing nervously near the cliff.

"Kreature!" he barked. "What are you doing here?"

The elf looked confused. "Master ordered me to come to the Dark Lord and to follow orders. Kreature has come as Master Regulus ordered."

Sirius immediately realized why this body seemed so different.

Feeling around, he felt the wand in his sleeve. Whipping it out, he conjured a mirror so that he could verify what he had guessed.

And, to his horror, it was exactly as he had guessed: Somehow, he had ended up in the body of the head snake himself: Lord Voldemort.

Unfortunately, he couldn't scream as he wanted to do: There was a witness. And right now, Kreature was his only source of knowledge.

"Elf! What is the date?" he asked harshly.

"It is November 19th, Master's Master."

"The year! What is the year?"

"1979."

Sirius'/Tom's/Voldemort's eyes widened as he considered that. Somehow, he had been put into the Dark wanker's body right during the time before the worst killings had started.

Oh, many had already died to be certain. But something had changed right at the end of 1979 or at the beginning of 1980 which had caused the Death Munchers to step up their work.

Looking around, he tried to figure out why he was here.

Suddenly, memories of this place began to surface. Even as he started noticing them, many more memories started popping up.

Before he could be overwhelmed, Sirius gave an order. "Elf! I will be meditating! You will watch and make certain I am undisturbed! If any others come, you will use whatever means necessary to prevent them from approaching. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master's Master." The elf was as confused as ever. But Sirius didn't have time. Recalling early lessons on Occlumency, he found a clear patch of ground and sunk down into a meditative pose.

The process took several hours.

While he knew that "his followers" expected him to appear, it was far more important for him to figure out what the hell was going on. And, though he was disgusted at the need, he plunged his mind into the memories of the body he had come to inhabit.

He knew now, once he had started reviewing the memories, that the soul that had been present was, though strongly anchored, very much mutilated. As a result, rather than his soul entwining itself, his arrival had forced the minuscule portion of soul remaining to move on.

And because of exactly how he had arrived, he knew that the main consciousness had been forced to whatever afterlife. But that didn't change the fact that there were several soul pieces still around.

If Voldemort had died in any other way, he would have remained attached to the physical world. But his own thread had supplanted Voldemort's – and now he had to figure out how to fix all the problems that had been created.

At least he had come into the original body and not the noseless monstrosity Harry had described. Still, he truly hoped the bits still worked.

Four hours after beginning the process of "remembering" Sirius had absorbed the gist of the most immediate circumstances. It would take days more to absorb everything.

And then he could begin fixing things – as long as he kept the Dark Idiots under control.

Thinking about it, he came to a decision. He turned to Kreature. "Elf! Go and find your Master and bring him to me. Now!"

Kreature popped off.

Concentrating, Sirius put himself into the mindset/bearing of the Dark Wanker. He would have to control himself but this was necessary.

Within ten minutes, Kreature had arrived back, Regulus Black with him, wearing his mask and costume. Sirius was disgusted but he kept his cool. "Come here, dear Regulus," he said using the tone the Dark Lord often used.

Sirius noticed that Regulus was hesitant, but he only knew that because he was/used to be his older brother. "Present my Mark," he said in a sibilant tone.

Regulus lifted his sleeve and presented the Mark. Recalling the steps needed, Sirius pressed his (Voldemort's) wand against the Mark and sent the signal.

Within a very short time, Death Eaters had begun to arrive. Many had been waiting, others had been surprised. As was Voldemort's habit, he waited calmly until the entire inner circle had arrived. He stood watching off into the distance.

Finally a voice spoke. "My Lord. Your inner circle are all present."

Sirius turned. "Good. I am glad to see that you all have acted quickly. I have orders for you to pass on to our brothers and sisters."

All the Death Eaters stood straighter.

"As of this moment, all operations against the blood traitors and mudbloods are suspended." There were some sounds of surprise. He let his anger show. "My order displeases you?" he asked in a faux friendly voice.

There were sounds of denial. "No, My Lord. We are yours to command. If you order it, we will follow."

He nodded. One Death Eater seemed more disagreeable. "Walden. You seem less than pleased. Are you questioning my orders?"

"No, My Lord," the voice replied. "I just don't understand. We had a raid planned to eliminate the elder Potters and your Death Eaters are eager. They wish to spill the blood of Blood Traitors."

Sirius/Voldemort looked for a long moment at the tall Death Eater. "Bella dear?"

"Yes, My Lord?" the eager voice spoke.

"Please demonstrate to Walden the appropriate response for questioning me."

With glee in her voice, Bellatrix Lestrange cast a Crucio at the Death Eater even as the others backed out of the way. "That's enough," he said after a moment.

Bella reluctantly ended the spell. "A moment for the moment of doubt. I have given my orders. You follow them. Are there any more questions for me?"

"No, My Lord!" several voices sounded, the fear evident.

He sighed. "I do not begrudge your concerns. I expect advice and suggestions. And if you cannot speak, I cannot benefit from what is considered." He spoke in a more deadly tone. "I do, however, expect you to follow orders immediately and without question when I give them." He looked around. All seemed distinctly in agreement. "I will say this: I have come into some new information. And I must consider it before I call you together. What that information is I will explain. When it is appropriate. Until then, you will do as I order. Are there any questions?"

Silence answered him.

"Expect a call in seven days. At that time, I will have further instructions. Until then, let us lull the Blood Traitors into a false sense of security. Let them wonder, and fear when they realized they don't know what is happening."

Many sounds of surprised awe sounded, and murmurs of agreement. "That is all. You may go." He turned. "You," he said to Regulus, "will stay."

When all the Death Eaters had left save Regulus, he said, "Order your elf to bring me refreshment. And then wait until I finish it."

Kreature started twitching. "Speak, Elf."

"What does Master's Master want?"

Sirius took a long look. "I want a butterbeer." He hid his grin at the shock he could see in Regulus' stance. Kreature popped off immediately and then returned, a butterbeer on a tray with him. Sirius walked over and then picked it up. He drank it, finding that his sense of taste was slightly off.

Still, he was enjoying making Regulus nervous. Even though Regulus had no idea who was toying with him, he felt it a great prank.

He finished the drink and put it back on the tray.

"Now be off. And keep you eyes and ears open. Take your elf with you. You are dismissed."

"Yes, My Lord." Regulus and Kreature popped off and Voldemort/Sirius apparated away to the place that one of his followers had given over to his use.

He had to work on remembering everything. And then Magican Britain would be shaken to its foundation.

He grinned as he considered how much he was going to enjoy fucking with everyone.