Dark Lord Dumbledore

Voldemort continued to run frantically towards the outskirts of the ruined town. It was enjoyable for Chad to watch someone that was so feared that people couldn't speak his name, terrified and running scared. He wondered what Voldemort's plan was, as there was no escape other than leaving Chad's body, and that meant certain death for the damaged soul parasite.

Even before Chad forced a confrontation, it could not survive without leeching off his soul. The parasite had been involuntarily severed from Riddle's soul when his own curse rebounded. Unlike a Horcrux, it had no anchor to this realm other than Chad's soul. There was no escape for this little part of Voldemort.

Chad found it futilely trying to pass through the boundary of the town, a barrier stopping it from escaping. Voldemort was barely visible, the representation of his will had been eaten away by the constant attacks. With his opposition so weak, Chad reached out a hand and concentrated, trying to force his will over what little of Voldemort's remained. With a sudden scream of defiance, all that was left of Voldemort was a Vault-Tec holodisk.

Chad had been wondering, how could he integrate the massive amount of information that was stored in a soul, into his own without corrupting it. Since he used a computer as a filing system for his mind, then it was only logical to force his defeated opponents into something capable of integrating with it. Going with the Fallout theme, he made a Vault-Tec computer capable of reading holodisks in one of the less ruined buildings.

There was no way he was bringing it into the overseer's room and plugging it straight into the computer that controlled his mind! If Voldemort was only playing possum and was then connected to the central mainframe, he could take control. It was his core that held his personality, memories and will. So no, Chad would be editing foreign souls outside of his defences to make sure there was no chance of being wiped out.

After plugging in the Tom Riddle holodisk it the computer, a massive list of file appeared. Even though Chad knew very little about coding or viruses, his magic obeyed his will and provided what he needed. After all, he also didn't know enough to create humans or energy rifles, but his imagination had a troupe of raiders patrolling the town. After a few programs separated the entirety of Riddle's soul into categories, he was in business.

First, all of Riddle's surviving personality was deleted. This didn't erase part of the soul piece, no it merely cleansed it, much like reformating a hard drive. Next to go was memories of little benefit to Chad, such as all the killing of muggles, time spent roving the world and his childhood. All that was kept was knowledge of essential locations such as the Horcruxes, Hogwarts and the likes, the list of Death Eaters, training sessions from instructors he managed to find, and all his spells and magical knowledge.

After running several scans on the holodisk to make sure he had eliminated any chance of Riddle's will surviving, he then deemed it safe to take to the overseer's office. At this point, if Riddle had somehow managed to preserve a sliver of will to retaliate, Chad would be able to easily crush it even if it was in his core computer. Riddle would merely be able to view some memories before Chad caught and destroyed him.

Still, Chad was a paranoid bastard. Magic could achieve practically anything with enough imagination. As a further precaution, he made a holodisk and copied all Riddle knew about mind magic. Then he teleported to the Raider Boss's room and made a safe to store Riddle's holodisk in. After resetting all of his mind's defences, he teleported to the overseer's office and plugged in the mind magic disk.

Part of the reason Chad didn't just simply absorb all of Riddle's soul was that he didn't want to be influenced by his mindset concerning magic. It was also why he had yet to pick up a wand, once you got used to doing something, it was hard to break the habit. Wandless magic was not hard to do, sure it took a bit of concentration and will power, but that was about it.

Wizards are taught from young that they need wands to do magic and that only the most powerful can do it wandless, and even then, only with simple spells. They conveniently forget that accidental magic is wandless and capable of complex spells. Harry blew Aunt Marge up like a balloon, causing her to float around the ceiling. He could never do that with a wand, he would have to invent a spell with wand movements and some bastardised Latin first. Then continually practise it.

Chad's theory was that wizards had dulled their imagination, forgot that magic was about will, not wand movements and spells. He planned to have a solid foundation in wandless magic, using only his will to change reality before he polluted his mindset with other peoples magical theories and laws. The less he was influenced now, the less he was infected with wizard stupidity.

But since he had a solid base in mind magic, he wanted Riddle's ideas and experience to augment his own. An hour after he had uploaded the mind magic file into his own, he was utterly baffled at what passed for a Master Legilimens in the wizarding world. He had thought that Riddle's poor performance had been due to only being a tiny part of his soul and low on willpower. Sadly, that was his modus operandi.

He just charged through defences like a bull in a china shop, there was no subtlety at all. But that didn't seem to matter as the few Occlumens he encountered and really shitty defences. They were either the classic castle set up with dragons or a shield of memories, either fake or irrelevant ones. The latter was rare and mostly done unsuccessfully, it was rather easy to make you think of something with a Cruciatus Curse.

The only exception was Snape, that guy had a pretty decent setup. No matter how Voldemort tortured him, there was never any variation. Though the problem with such a mental defence like this was that there was no defence. You were simply hiding your important memories like a grain of sand on a beach.

If the person didn't care about your mental health, all they had to do was keep destroying them, sooner or later they would run out of places to hide. Even though the techniques were worthless, the experience of other's mindscapes was worth it. Now Chad wouldn't be operating blindly if he ever encountered a shielded mind.

With these pathetic techniques Voldemort used, he was no longer afraid of an attack. He teleported to the safe Riddle's holodisk was in, copied everything onto a black disk and then erased it. Chad now held a piece of pure soul, untainted by any personality, will or memories. Willing it to become something small and edible, he swallowed the now pill-shaped soul.

Immediately he felt the effects, his physical representation of his willpower glowed with a golden light. After it subsided, he sensed that his mental body had become even more substantial. Whereas Riddle's had become barely visible, Chad's had become more stable. And this was only a small part of a soul! He would have to start retrieving Riddle's Horcruxes and drain them of tasty soul goodness.

Opening his eyes, Chad found Boppy leaning on his elf-sized pimp cane while staring at him. After Boppy and the two chefs saw the ninjas get their swords, they had become envious. To stop any problems before they started, he had two chef knives and a pimp cane with a hidden blade made for them. Or course, they were also fully tricked out with enchantments. The Japanese company where he bought his blades had made him a VIP customer after all his custom orders.

"Did everything go as planned Master?" Boppy inquired.

"Better than I thought, it seems we greatly overestimated Riddle's skill in mind magic. Can you fetch Crystal? Might as well take care of her mental trauma, she has dealt with it long enough." Chad said as he watched Boppy disappear.

Moments later, the sleeping form of Crystal Klere was at his feet. Since her kidnapping two years ago, she had been putting up a brave front, channelling all of her energy into the business and himself. Chad, as his child self, had been a beacon of light for Crystal, something that gave her a purpose.

With a bit of deception, grown-up Chad introduced toddler Chad as his son and informed Crystal that he would be managing the legal side of his Empire. It was her job to teach him all he needed to know and to be his guardian. There had been a back story about evil wizards and hiding in a muggle family for safety, but she had eaten it up and took to her role with gusto.

To be fair, she had suffered a very traumatic experience and had done nothing to help her through it. Instead, she latched onto little Chad and her role as his teacher to deal with her pain. It had worked rather well, and he was extremely pleased with her, even if he did creep her out with his m.a.t.u.r.e thoughts now and then.

So now that he was considered a master of mind magic, and had all of Riddle's experience in altering peoples minds, he deemed himself ready to fix Crystal's problems. In the end, it was quite a simple process. He could have helped her before now, but he was afraid of inadvertently causing her to become retarded. Messing around in criminal's minds was one thing, messing with Crystal's was another. He quite liked his muggle minion.

He dulled the day she was kidnapped down to a vague recollection, she would remember that it happened, but it would be like remembering what she had for breakfast. He was not so surprised at her fixation on him as her driving purpose and even strengthened it. Crystal really was a smart, loyal and caring minion. Plus she was hot!