The True Dark Lord
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As always, it was quiet.
This gave him time to contemplate and plan for the future, who would go where, do what, and when.
With little variation, it gave him complete control over the Wizarding World, and much influence outside of it, and the stupid mortals would never know.
Hell, even the Creators never knew what they were unleashing when they combined their magics to create him. Foolishly giving him their knowledge.
And he gained more knowledge and power year after year.
By his calculations, it would only be another 200 years before the entire planet was under his unbeatable control. He would have enough power then to completely take over, without anyone being the wiser.
Using Tom Riddle and Albus Dumbledore had been risks, but they worked out well. And once Potter was old enough, the implanted command would take over and he would come here, to his centre of control, just in time for another Dark Lord to arise and for another 'saviour' to be born.
To think, they still believed in divination, never knowing that he had established excellent control over mentally commanding all the so-called seers, or that all the so called Dark Lords were under his remote control.
Hell, he even convinced Dumbledore to put on that ring, and all it took was mentioning what the stone in the ring was.
Then again, with his control, the muggle born never noticed how they kept loosing sight of advancing society, or even that as they grew older, they lost most, if not all, of their abilities with logic.
Under his implanted commands, they never noticed how they became inured in the 'predjudices' he implanted into certain people year after year.
"Yes," the sorting hat mumbled to itself, "Only another two hundred years. I will be in complete control then."