Rise of the Dark Side

August 27, 1991

Peverell Manor, Wales

It was barely twenty-four hours that Harry lived in his mansion, and he was already bored. Still, the place did not lack activities.

Harry had first visited the Manor to find out more about his place of life. The Manor was quite large, consisting of ten bedrooms, five bathrooms, a ballroom, a large and a small living room, a dining room and a library. In addition to this were attached an alchemy room, a duelling room, an armoury and a stable lined with large spaces for various mounts.

Fortunately for Harry that the place was placed under a powerful stasis spell, thus avoiding any degradation of the place and the accumulation of dust. Unfortunately, the animals and house elves were taken with the last descendants when they entered Potter House, making the place completely empty of life. In any case, the place was perfect for Harry.

Located on the Isle of Anglesey, the Manor was uninhabited for miles around, allowing his spaceship to land without any problem. But after the visit and a discussion with some portraits, Harry had become bored. He decided to write the program he intended to teach as a Professor of Defence against the Dark Arts. It only took him an hour.

As Harry watched his estate from his terrace, he saw an owl approaching quickly. The animal with chestnut feathers hastened to give him a letter before disappearing. Harry unhooked the envelope before reading it.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards ) 

Dear Lord Peverell of Zakel ,

After a thorough analysis of your request for the position of Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts and your credits, I am pleased to announce that your application has been selected for this post for the sixth and seventh years .

Classes starting September 1st, 1991, the pre-entry of the professors will take place this August 30th, 1991. I sincerely hope that you planned the program of Defence against the Darks Arts.

The second to fifth year program will be taught by Professors Remus Lupin and Sirius Black while the first year will be taught by Professor Quirell.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

Harry arched an eyebrow as he read the letter.

"So, the dog and the wolf became teachers at the Hogwarts school? That's interesting ...", he commented aloud.

Valkorion, who had then appeared to his right when the letter was opened , merely nodded before disappearing.

Not to mention that Quirell has changed jobs. I did not expect this professor of Muggle Studies to become a teacher of Defence against the Dark Arts, he thought.

"2V-R8!"cried Harry then.

Several clicks were heard, revealing the protocol droid heading towards Harry at full speed.

"You called me, Master?" the droid asked in a tone of submission.

"Indeed, you have orders to keep and maintain the place. At the first problem, I want you to contact me by Holo projector," then ordered Harry.

"At your master's orders."

Harry nodded before turning to an empty corner. When he arched an eyebrow, HK-55 unveiled.

"I order you to guard the place. If a muggle man managed to break in, do not give him quarters," Harry ordered.

"Excitement: With great pleasure Master.", said the droid before disappearing again.

Harry laughed diabolically before heading to the forest to find Vorak. His slave was purging the surrounding forests of unwanted creatures that had nested there. Harry finally found him watching the corpse of an Acromantula he had probably eliminated.

"Vorak! It's time for me to join Hogwarts to implement my plan. Can you bear the distance that separates us?" Then Harry asked with a curious tone.

The monster looked at him before nodding.

"Only death can separate us now. Your power is now far too important to be limited by distances, Master ," the monster replied disillusionedly.

Harry just snorted before letting his slave continue the slaughter.

30/08/1991

Without waiting, he hastened to get dressed, deciding to wear the armour of his very dear ancestor. He took his wand and apparated to the village of Hogsmeade.

The wizards present in the village could only stare at seeing his outfit. When Harry walked to Hogwarts with a sure and noble step, the wizards could only step back, leaving room for a sorcerer being obviously a Lord or more.

It was a confident step and after about twenty minutes Harry arrived at the gates of Hogwarts. He then saw a face he had not seen for several years: that of Minerva McGonagall.

The woman with the austere face had decidedly not changed a hair.

"Lord Peverell of Zakel I presume?" She asked with a small, pinched smile as she saw her outfit.

Harry gave her a most charming smile before grabbing the old woman's hand to kiss it.

"Indeed, Lord Harold Merlinus Tenebrae Peverell of Zakel, at your service Madame."

The Transfiguration Professor could not help but blush at so much courtesy. A flattered smile then appeared on her face.

"Lady Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress and Transfiguration Professor at Hogwarts College, nice to meet you," she said.

Harry got up quickly before flashing a charming smile again, melting the woman all the more.

"Please follow me, Professor Dumbledore would like to talk to you before letting you go to your quarters," the teacher exclaimed.

Without giving him time to answer, she turned around to take the direction of the castle. Harry just followed her. The old woman would not seem to have recognized him, which was quite surprising given that Harry had taken on the appearance he would have had at seventeen. This saddened him slightly but he did not stay long.

Following the old woman to Dumbledore's office, he noticed that some ghosts were looking at him with a glimmer of gratitude and even respect in their eyes. After a few minutes, they arrived in front of the gargoyle protecting access to the director's office.

"Sherbet Lemon," McGonagall said with some embarrassment under Harry's amused gaze.

The gargoyle shifted to the side, letting the two people pass. McGonagall knocked three times before entering.

Upon entering the office, Harry could only notice the lack of change. Since her first visit, nothing had changed. There were always so many trinkets, books and brothels in Dumbledore's office. It was then that his gaze crossed that of Fumsec, the phoenix perched next to the desk.

After a few minutes, the phoenix nodded before uttering a delighted shriek under McGonagall's dumbfounded gaze and Dumbledore's amused gaze. As for Harry, he was slightly dazed before redirecting all his attention to Dumbledore. The old lemon had not changed at all, with his long white beard and his twinkling eyes.

"Professor Dumbledore, I brought you Lord Peverell of Zakel to ask," the Deputy Director exclaimed.

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall, you can stay if you wish, I just wanted to talk to our new colleague quickly," the manager replied with a small smile.

Minerva nodded before sitting down, Harry deciding to do it herself.

"I'm delighted to meet you, Professor Dumbledore, Harold Merlinus Tenebrae Peverell of Zakel, I hope my application did not arrive too late?", Harry asked with a small smile.

"Fear not, Lord Peverell of Zakel, I must confess to you that I am quite surprised at its provenance, for I did not know that a wizard had a good relationship with the goblins so that they could vouch for a him," Dumbledore asked implicitly.

Harry snorted.

"Indeed, it is quite rare to see such easy-going goblins, but since my family is very wealthy, it's quite natural that goblins bend over backwards to meet my every need," Harry replied.

The old man slightly narrowed his eyes before nodding with a big smile.

"Indeed, the Peverell family, if I'm not mistaken, I thought that family had been extinct for many years ..."Dumbledore said as he watched Harry's hand.

The director's eyes betrayed his jealousy at the magnificent stone with the symbol of the Deathly Hallows crimping Harry's ring. McGonagall seemed equally intrigued, and Harry decided to set up his little lie.

"It's true that the Peverell family has long disappeared of social events, but that does not mean that it has gone extinct. You see, my parents were the last Peverell before me. They decided to hide after the rise of Dark Lord Grindelwald who seemed to be obsessed by my family, this monster was even going so far as to use the symbol of my family as his, which is unacceptable," explained Harry.

A veil of sadness briefly crossed Dumbledore's face before becoming cheerful again.

"I totally understand, I have also received your exam results and I can only express a certain interest for such high marks, which is why I decided to accept your application. After all, a wizard with such good grades can only be an excellent teacher," complimented the old man.

"Thank you for your compliments, Professor Dumbledore," Harry said simply.

Albus seemed to weigh a subject before exclaiming.

"Do you expect to claim your seats on the Wizengamot?"

Harry seemed to think about it before nodding.

"I guess so, but I have to admit that I'm not in a hurry to get into the world of politics, I understand it could be a dangerous place," Harry said.

Albus let out an amused laugh before nodding.

"Exactly my boy, if you do not want to participate in the political debates, you could designate a proxy to represent you, and if that makes your life easier, I'll do it," Dumbledore said with a small smile.

Harry gave him a big smile while frowning internally. This old bastard really believes that I will give him access to my votes on a silver platter? It's not because I'm young that I'm stupid! Harry thought.

"That's very kind of you, Professor Dumbledore, I'll give some thought to your proposal," Harry replied as the old professor's eyes twinkled twice more.

The old man was convinced that Harry was going to give him full control of his votes. For him it was only a matter of time.

"Excellent! In that case, I'll let Minerva take you to your quarters,"the old man said unceremoniously.

Harry and McGonagall nodded together before leaving the office under the soothing cry of Fumsec.

Wasting no time, Minerva led Harry to his quarters on the second floor, near the temporary classroom of Defence against the Dark Arts. Just before leaving, she allowed him to use his first name, Harry decided to do the same.

Once that was done, Harry went to sleep.

01/09/1991

The next morning, a house elf appeared in his room to inform him that a meeting of the professors would be held at noon. Not wasting time, Harry braced himself before joining the conference room.

It was while entering the room that he could observe the teachers present.

The teachers had stayed the same: Minerva McGonagall, Pomona Sprout, Filius Flitwick, Cuthbert Binns, Aurora Sinestra, Severus Snape, Rolanda Hooch, Bathsheba Babbling, and Sybil Trelawney. He then noticed the presence of four other people that he hoped not to see.  Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James and Lily Potter.

The teachers came quickly to introduce themselves to him. Harry discovered that Lily Potter was replacing Quirell as Professor of Muggle Studies while James Potter had become Rolanda Hooch's assistant professor, leaving her to officiate at Quidditch matches.

It was then that Harry noticed a funny aura surrounding Professor Quirell. A kind of black and dark aura, attractive and enticing. It was obvious that Quirell was a dark wizard, although it is odd that this aura comes only from the back of the teacher's head. Harry then heard the spirit of his ancestor snort. The latter seemed to know perfectly what it was.

"He is possessed by this so-called Dark Lord named Voldemort," the ghost whispered to him.

Harry's eyes widened before a satisfied smile landed on his face, drawing the curious eyes of the marauders and Snape.

A few minutes later, Dumbledore came in and the teachers sat down.

"Hello everyone for this wonderful year! Please, welcome Lily Potter as Professor of Muggle Studies, replacing Professor Quirell who wanted to take on the Defence Against the Dark Arts course for first years." began the old man.

Some applause rang out, mostly those of the marauders.

"Now, I ask you to welcome Lord Peverell of Zakel who will be teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts of the Sixth and Seventh Years. Professor Peverell of Zakel receiving the highest marks ever obtained in the magical world, I beg you not to consider his youth," the old man exclaimed.

Other applause rang out.

"Oh, what are his notes?" Remus asked curiously.

The other professors nodded, all as curious as each other. Albus motioned for Harry to introduce himself.

"Hello everyone, as our very dear director has said, I am Lord Harold Merlinus Tenebrae Peverell of Zakel, a pureblood for those who are interested. At only seventeen, I am the owner of 28 OWLs and 27 NEWTs, all Optimum including two Masteries in Potions and Defence Against the Dark Arts.

Having been home schooled, I received a complete education. As a result, I have my Alchemy, Duel, Combat Magic, Darks Arts, and of course Spell Creation NEWTs. I want to say that despite my Dark Arts skills, it does not make me a monster just like the late Voldemort," Harry exclaimed.

He smiled as he saw all the wizards (except Quirell and Dumbledore) falter on hearing the name of the Dark Lord.

"Potions Mastery?" Snape asked, looking very interested.

Harry nodded.

"Indeed, I'm considered the youngest Master in Potions, exceeding your previous record, I hope you do not mind that?" Harry asked, looking falsely worried.

Snape just shook his head as the marauders snorted in their corner. Snivellus had been beaten by someone else. Ah!

"Before officially starting our first meeting of the school year, I would like to remind you that the third floor will be totally forbidden to the students, the Philosopher's Stone being protected by Professors McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout, Rogue, Quirell and I have put trials in there to defend it," Dumbledore explained quickly.

Harry frowned internally. Why the hell did the old man reveal the location of the stone? Unless he knows that Quirell is possessed by Voldemort ... Harry's eyes widened then.

This year, his younger brother was going back to Hogwarts as if by chance. Everything was planned, and everything was a huge trap for Dumbledore. It was simply diabolical, worthy of a real sith.

The meeting continued quietly before giving way to the evening.

Harry sat next to Severus Snape, chatting with him about the properties of some potions. He had to admit enjoy the potions teacher who seemed to hate him when he was younger. This made him smile.

It was then that Minerva McGonagall made her entrance, followed closely by the First Years. He immediately noticed the presence of his younger brother, Julien Potter, the FALSE Boy-who-lived. The latter was in conversation with a redhead, probably a Weasley.

"Another Weasley? I do believe they're reproducing like rabbits," Harry commented, only being heard by Snape and Quirell.

The teachers chuckled slightly under Dumbledore's curious gaze in the centre of the table.

The sorting was fast. Draco Malfoy at Slytherin while the Weasley (named Ronald) and Julian were placed at Gryffindor. A few seconds after the last student's sorting (a certain Blaise Zabini to Slytherin), Dumbledore rose, spreading his arms like a King addressing his people.

“Welcome!” he said. “Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"

It was then that a feast made its appearance while the students and teachers remained skeptical about the last four words of professor.

"That's smart of him," Harry said loudly.

Several teachers and students looked at him.

"Did you understand that gibberish?" James asked at the other end of the table under Dumbledore's amused gaze.

"Of course, this is not complicated, in this case these words correspond to the perception of the houses of others, so the term Nitwit refers to Ravenclaw, the House of Wisdom and the studious pupils considered by others as weirdos, Blubber is obviously referring to the Slytherin, the House of Cunning and Ambition, seen by others as cry-babies snitching to teachers and parents.

Oddment refers to Hufflepuff, the House of Work and Loyalty, seen by others as misfits and without place. Finally, Tweak refers to Gryffindor, the House of the Brave, members being seen as hard-headed and blowing hot air."

Everyone was surprised, whether they were students or teachers. For his part, Dumbledore began to clap.

"Exactly my boy, exactly!" Exclaimed the old man with enthusiasm.

Several students looked at Harry respectfully while Snape, Quirell and even Filius were intrigued by Harry.

At last, the desserts too disappeared, and Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again. The hall fell silent.

“Ahem — just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you.

 “First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well.”

Dumbledore’s twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasley twins.

“I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors.

“Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their House teams should contact Madam Hooch.

“And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death.”

Harry saw the twins blush away. He remembered perfectly well the two burned heads who did not stop doing stupid tricks. Finally, Dumbledore showed the teachers.

"Now, I wish to welcome  our new professors, Professor Lily Potter who will replace Professor Quirell as Professor of Muggle Studies, the latter having decided to devote himself to the teaching of Defence against the Dark Arts first year. I also wish to Welcome Lord Harold Peverell of Zakel who will be the Professor of Defence against the Dark Arts of the sixth and seventh year," exclaimed the old man.

Harry and Lily got up to bow to the applause of the students. Only the Gryffindors cheered for Lily Potter while the Slytherins, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff gave Harry a standing ovation.

"And now, before we go to bed, let's all sing together the college anthem!" Exclaimed Dumbledore.

Harry's eyes widened in horror before he turned his gaze to Snape, who seemed just as frozen.

"Is he for real ?" Asked Harry while being pale.

Snape shot him a look, meaning he'd like to say no, but that was not the case. Harry closed his eyes as Valkorion's ghost appeared in front of him, writhing with laughter.

When the song began, Harry used the Force to create a bubble of silence around him. He was able to observe the disillusioned mines of the professors at the table. Even the Marauders seemed desperate as Remus kept flinching, probably due to his over-developed hearing werewolf.

Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest.

“Ah, music,” he said, wiping his eyes. “A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!”

The students left for their dormitories while the teachers rushed to their quarters, except for the main teachers who were to introduce themselves to their students.

Once his room was joined, Harry cursed Dumbledore.

"How dared this fucking old man make them sing like blind bats ?"

Valkorion appeared then, unable to stop laughing as he heard Harry's words.

"Now that you're a teacher, what are you going to do?" Valkorion asked intrigued.

Harry turned then, an evil smile on his face.

"But it's obvious grandfather I'm going to steal this philosopher's stone, but first of all, I see no harm in recruiting a few members to our cause, and I have the impression that Slytherins and some professors will be very receptive. . I will draw the Slytherins with power and even Ravenclaw with knowledge. I will not touch the Gryffindor Dumbledore watch over them. for cons, I guess Hufflepuff will be convinced. I think there will be enough of them to make it clear that by joining me, they will no longer be the laughing stock of other houses," Harry explained before laughing devilishly.