Chapter 425 - My SI Stash #25 - Road to Power by Chaos65 (MCUXHP) (1/2)

-SI as Voldemort's son and he's with da Gryffindors, death eaters most likely malding/

Synopsis: When I died, I was quite sure that hell was all that waited for me. I definitely didn't expect to wake up in the body of Voldemort's son in a universe that shouldn't even exist. I guess it is time to get to work, I won't die again. Info about updates is available on my profile.(6th Nov 2020 The site is working again.)

Rated: T

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Chapter 1-2 (exceptional)

Dying, such an interesting process that no one really knew much about. How could we, if the people who experienced it were no longer with us. Scientists could do as much research as they wanted, but they would never find out what a dying person thought and felt right before death. And they would never find out what exactly happened to a person after they departed.

Most of the world's population believed in one of many religions and thought that after death they would go to their respective afterlives. Others think that death was the final end and there was nothing after it, and some just lived their lives without carrying about death.

Me?

Well... Currently, I was pretty sure that the second group was right. If not then how would you explain the endless darkness I was currently in?

I died young, no older than twenty-five. I wasn't your definition of a good person, maybe not by choice, but I didn't really care after a few years of dealing with the darker parts of our world. That was what I had to do and there was no escaping it when you were as deep as I was. At least my life wasn't boring and I had a lot of free time.

That was why when death claimed me I thought, ”Well shit, hell here I come.” Of course like I previously said, it didn't happen.

Maybe it was some sort of punishment, to be alone forever and go mad from talking to myself. I was probably right and whoever came out with this punishment could kiss my ass. I wouldn't surrender that easily and somehow get out of here... If it was even possible.

The moment my last thought left my mind I felt my body - or whatever I was now - being sucked by a very strong vacuum. I didn't know what the hell was going on, but I couldn't fight this so I surrendered myself to the process.

When the feeling disappeared, a blinding light filled my vision, and before I could even react something changed.

No longer was I in endless darkness, but a small room with a bed, wardrobe, and a desk with a mirror above it filled my vision. It definitely wasn't any of my rooms and when I raised my hands to my eyes, I knew that something was definitely wrong.

Unfortunately, I didn't get any time to ponder on those things as a moment later my entire being was filled with pain. Memories, images, and thoughts not my own appeared in my mind, and before I knew my entire body shut down.

Good luck.

”Logan, wake up. Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes,” a soft voice said some distance away from me.

I groggily opened my eyes to the sight of the same room and a tall, older woman who was waiting for my answer. As I wasn't too sure what the hell I should do I answered simply to get rid of her for now, ”Okay, give me five minutes.” Oh god, I had the voice of a kid. What else?

The woman nodded and walked out of the room. I breathed a sigh of relief and took this moment to think.

I definitely wasn't in my old body, which shouldn't be possible and I had a bunch of memories that for sure weren't mine. I only saw brief flashes of them, but if I was to believe in them then I wasn't even in my old world as I didn't think that Voldemort was alive there.

How did I know that? Well, this knowledge came with even more facts that were making me even more disbelieving.

Whoever put me in the body of this kid also gave me all of his memories and when I said all, I meant it. I was sure that a child wasn't meant to remember what happened soon after its birth, but surprise, surprise, I knew.

Thankfully I didn't see the moments that would probably scar my mind, but I saw who my parents were and why I was even born.

My father was no one other than Lord Voldemort. I probably should be either excited or scared, but I was more indifferent to this fact. Yeah, if it wasn't a dream then I was happy that I wasn't dead and someone put me in the universe of Harry Potter. But Voldemort was one of the most idiotic villains I ever saw, so you would need to forgive me for not overreacting.

My mother was Bellatrix Lestrange, the madwoman to whom I surprisingly owe my life. You see Voldemort wanted a child for a ritual, but he needed a female, so when I was born a male - thank god for small mercies - he told Bellatrix to get rid of me. The madwoman, in spite of herself, couldn't kill her own child so she left me in one of the Children's homes in London.

Ironic? Probably, but I was alive thanks to her actions.

So that was how I knew that I was in Harry Potter's universe. I wasn't sure about the timeline as the memories after I was left in the Children's home were a mixed mess. I knew that after Bellatrix left me here, they named my Logan Hunt and the kid was pretty quiet and kept to himself. I was fine with that as it gave me a reason to stay alone and maybe no one would notice any changes.

Well, I should probably get up and at least see how I looked now. The memories didn't give me a clear image.

With that thought, I got off the bed and walked to the mirror. I almost fell down during my first steps as I wasn't used to the change in height and body mass.

When I finally go to the mirror, I noticed that my memories were about right and I was about eleven years old. I didn't know my exact birth date, but the staff in the Children's home told 'Logan' that he was born on the 20th of June, which was probably the date he was delivered here. I could probably find out 'my' real birth date through the goblins or ministry if at least one of the fanfictions I read had a good idea of how the world worked.

Apart from that I mostly looked like a young Tom Riddle, with pale skin, very short jet black hair, and tall build. The main difference between us was the color of the eyes. While young Tom had dark eyes, mine were vermilion colored. Probably a mix between Bellatrix and Voldemort's red eyes. To be honest I looked better than I did in my last life and that was quite sad to admit...

”Alright, I can be vain about my looks later. I need to get familiar with this place,” I murmured to myself as I gathered some new clothes from the wardrobe. To my surprise, the clothes didn't look like they were taken from the '80s or the '90s, but more like clothes that I was used to in my old life. A welcome surprise.

After I was dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans, I finally went out of my room in the direction where food was served. It took me some time as my new memories didn't help much, but I was alright with that. I need to map the building anyway, my old habits required this from me.

As I arrived in the cafeteria I was hit with a bit of nostalgia. Not that many years ago I was in a similar situation in my old world. I guess some things never changed...

Not that I was complaining, I was already used to this type of life so I didn't really care if I was again living without parents. In my current situation, it was even better as I was a mentally grown-up man in a world of magic that hid endless possibilities, I didn't need anyone breathing down on my neck.

Now I just needed to find out if I was born during the first blood war or when Voldemort came back for the short few years. I didn't know how the hell my memories somehow lacked almost any type of date.

Thankfully I spotted one of the caretakers reading a newspaper, so before I sat down to eat, I politely asked if I could read it after the woman finished it. She looked at me questioningly, but after a moment she nodded, and halfway through the breakfast she gave me the paper.

When I saw the date in the newspaper my eyebrow rose.

30th of May, 2006. So I was born after Voldemort was resurrected... This means that my 'father' is dead and my knowledge of the HP-verse won't help me too much. Shit... I thought after giving this new discovery a bit of thought. It could be fun to meet the characters from the books, but I would just need to settle on seeing their older selves.

Just as I planned to put away the newspaper, something in it caught my eye.

Tony Stark presents his new weapons that will help the military against the increasing number of terrorists.

That wasn't something that I expected to read in a newspaper in Harry Potter's universe. What the hell was Tony Stark doing here? Was it just a coincidence and the man only had the same name as the Marvel hero?

I quickly scanned through the rest of the paper and came to the conclusion that no, it wasn't a coincidence, but the real Tony Stark. Apart from that, I found a very interesting report showing that a weird 'Green Sasquatch' was spotted in Canada. For me, it looked like a very bad picture of Hulk.

Dear God, what did I get myself into? A world full of monsters, gods, magic, and heroes. I am having second thoughts about my new situation. With all the shit that can happen in both MCU - and I really hope that it is MCU and not the whole Marvel universe - and HPU it could be really hard to somehow not end up dead again. Now I am not even sure if Voldemort is really dead and the HP timeline wasn't just moved a bit forward...

While this thought would probably make most of the people nervous or scared, I was not one of them. No, my whole life was one big challenge and now I was going to show the new f.u.c.k.i.e.d up universe that even though I might be weak now. I was not going down without a fight.

I was going to do everything to escape death again and for that I needed power.

F.u.c.k, I am thinking like Voldemort...

Chapter 2

All of the information I gained from my reading of the newspaper, didn't disappear from my mind through the entire breakfast. Thankfully no one noticed my faraway expression that surely was visible on my face. It was still a bit mindboggling that I was in a world that was a combination of Harry Potter's and Marvel's universe.

After I woke up in this body and found out about my new fate as Voldemort's son, I was already quite dubious about this whole thing. Was it really possible to get reborn in a fictional universe?

Most of the evidence I could gather showed that yes, I was somehow reborn. I remembered most of my old life, the moment of my death, and finally the time I spend in the endless void. If that was all a dream then I must have taken something really strong before going to sleep. At this point, it was just easier to believe this wasn't a dream and I was really stuck here.

Like I previously mentioned, the change of the world and body wasn't too concerning for me. My old life wasn't that good and no one is gonna miss me. At least here I got a clean slate and could do whatever I wanted... if you ignored all of the monsters, secret agencies, and godlike beings that existed in this universe.

Thankfully I didn't need to interact with any of those beings in the nearest future so I had time. With my new magical ancestry, I knew that there had to be many ways for me to reach the power levels of those monsters. And if I couldn't find any? Well, I would create them myself. After all, magic was vast and almost nothing should be impossible with it.

The question is where to begin? I wondered as I walked back to my room. Thankfully it was Saturday so I didn't need to go to the school that the kid was attending. If it wasn't for the fact that the school would for sure have a library, I would be very frustrated. But as I needed more information about the history of this world, I would suck it up and go to school...again. Besides if I was magical then I would be going to Hogwarts after this summer.

When I arrived in 'my' room - it would take some time to get used to my new character - I began searching through everything that was in it. I needed to know if the kid had any things that could be of any use to me. I really doubted that, but even some money would be nice.

In the end, I only found clothes, school books - that didn't really have anything useful in them - some older toys, and money. There wasn't much of it, but it was a start.

After I completed the search, I sat on the bed and began planning my next moves.

I definitely needed to do something with the mess in my head. I couldn't think properly with all of the memories flashing through my mind. It was distracting and annoying. I didn't know shit about the workings of the mind so I was pretty out of my depth here.

The only thing I could think of was occlumency and even then I wasn't sure. In canon Occlumecy only mentioned the closing of one's mind so no one would be able to invade it. But in the fanfictions, I read in my free time, everyone made occlumency some super complicated art. And while I should probably trust canon more, I just couldn't believe that one of the mind arts would rely only on clearing one's mind.

Yeah, not buying it.

Unfortunately, I didn't have anyone to teach me and I had no way of gaining any information on the art. Occlumency was said to be a rare skill, so there was no way I would find it in just any book in Diagon Alley and I had no plans of going to the darker parts of the wizarding world before I could defend myself.

So for now, I was stuck with the exercise of clearing my mind and the multiple ways of occlumency form fanfictions. I just hoped that at least one of them was partially true.

With that somehow planned, there was one more thing I needed to know now.

Wizarding World's timeline.

While it would be interesting to go to Hogwarts with the future generations and Voldemort dead, I would prefer if the timeline was adjusted so Harry would be somewhere around my age. Of course, it wasn't about meeting the characters from the books, but about the events that happened in the canon when Harry was there.

Yeah, the war would come, Voldemort would rise again, but Harry could deal with him again or even I could kill him if he got in the way of my plans. With my foreknowledge, it wouldn't be that hard, and even though I plan to change some things, they shouldn't make Voldemort change his plans. After all, I would be a muggle-born kid in the background. A disguise would be enough to protect my identity when I was doing something out in the open.

With that said I really needed to know the current timeline. It wasn't really that hard to accomplish as I could just go to Diagon Alley or to Privet Drive and see if Harry was there.

Both of those options were currently unavailable to me as I was too far from both of those places and if I was gone for a whole day, the caretakers would get suspicious. So my last option was to wait for my Hogwarts letter and then go to Diagon Alley with a professor.

That would probably be the best plan of action. It would give me enough time to get familiar with this new world and body, and maybe experiment with magic a bit if it was even possible.

Alright, now I at least have some sort of plan. Time for the next part, which would be me getting familiar with this place.

That was easy to do as every child now had some time to themselves so I could use it and explore both the building and the area around it. It was always important to know your way around the place you were living in. You never knew when such knowledge would be useful and I was aware from my own experience that it could save my life.

The area around the Children's Home was quite nice and easy to remember. From what I gathered the building was placed in one of the better parts of the cities, so I at least didn't need to worry about some idiots walking around there during the day.

Apart from that I also saw some shops that could be useful later on, a small park that was visited by a large number of people, and of course the school I would need to attend soon. I also wanted to find a map of the city as I wasn't too familiar with London myself, but that could just wait until school where I would be able to check it out on the internet. From what I remembered they had some computers available to everyone in the library.

As my task was done earlier than I expected, I came back to my room and decided that it was as good as ever moment to find out if I even had magic. Who knew, maybe the switch made the body lose the magic. It all mostly depended on how I was transported here and if I was to believe the weird voice I heard when I arrived here, then it must have done that. After all, why would it wish me good luck?