Hi guys! Well, this is a new story! I know, I know! You're probably saying 'Oh my god! She actually left another story hanging and then writing a new one. I wonder how long this story will keep going!' but I'm not quitting 'The Neglected Runaways'. I'm going to write both of them. If I can...anyway, I can only hope this story is as popular as The Neglected Runaways. Here goes!
Harry Riddle. Son of Lord Voldemort. Heir to his father's throne. The most powerful and feared teenager alive. That's who he was. That's what people thought, but the truth was, Harry was different.
Harry had begun life as someone else. He had begun life as Harry Potter, son of Lily and James Potter, but one night everything changed. When Harry was one years old, Lord Voldemort had attacked the Potter's home. knocking both parents unconscious he had turned on the little baby, Harry, intending to send a killing curse at him, but as his eyes came to rest on the young Potter, new thoughts raced through his mind. He took Harry from his cot and brought him to his manor, before declaring Harry Potter as Harry Riddle, heir to Lord Voldemort's throne.
Now, fifteen years later, Harry had changed in many ways. His power almost equalled Lord Voldemorts. He was, as everyone thought, evil. He was fascinated by the dark arts and at a young age, came to believe the message his father wished to spread through the wizarding world. He wanted rid of mudbloods.
Harry wasn't all bad though. Unlike his father, he showed emotion, love, compassion. However in more ways that one, he was just as evil. However Harry had a secret, a secret none, but one knew off. A secret his father was even oblivious to. Harry Riddle a boy of dark magic, cruel doings, wrong beliefs, was in love. Not only that, he was in love with a certain red-head bloodtraitor. Ginny Weasley.
The name always made him smile. When he was fourteen, Ginny thirteen, he had met her. It was at the quidditch world cup and while she was walking through the woods, alone, she had come to meet the dark wizard. They quickly became friends and not long after, more. Ginny didn't know who Harry really was of course. It was something he dreaded to tell her. Something that made him wince as he though of it. It was the only thing he feared doing.
Many times he had attempted to talk to her about it, but seeing her bright, pretty and bubbly face, he could not bring himself to do it. He could not bring himself to break her heart, to see the look of hurt and betrayal in her eyes, to know he had hurt the only one he loved. Perhaps this was why he felt sick and disgusted with himself, every time he contemplated his life. Putting it into perspective, he knew his way of life may be wrong, but he never changed.
It was only at the current moment in time did he begin to properly think how Ginny would react, to him telling her the truth about himself.
"Father, no! I absolutely can't!" insisted the young Riddle, looking at his father. Vodemort had just then proposed that Harry attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Would you care to tell me why?" Voldemort knew Harry had something hidden from him. He knew, but as to what it was, he had no clue. Harry glared at his father.
"I will not go and you can not make me!" his father stared at him for a moment.
"Harry Xavier Riddle, you will attend Hogwarts and that is final! Do not dare contradict me!" he sneered, anger rising in his voice. Harry knew there was no changing his father's mind. Voldemort rarely went back on a decision, even if Harry himself requested it. He gave a large sigh and turned out of the room.
Thoughts of what he was going to say to Ginny swarmed his mind. He realised, then, that he should have told her of his life a long time ago. He had made a mistake and now he and Ginny would pay the price.
Shaking his head in an attempt to erase all thought of his current situation, he turned down the hall and into the dining room, where one of his only friends, Draco Malfoy, stood waiting for him. "I am to go to Hogwarts!" Draco's eyes widened in surprise.
"But, but Dumbledore! Your parents! Your brother and sister! How?" the blonde Slytherin stuttered.
"I don't know. I'm not fond of this decision, Draco, and I would prefer to discuss something else right now!" Harry had a way with words, to make them sound somewhat nasty to the one he was speaking with, without meaning too.
"Yes, of course! So are there any new attacks being planned?" Draco asked him. Harry thought for a moment, before answering.
"nothing more than a mere breakout in Azkaban!" he said these words with the least amount of enthusiasm he could.
"Normally, you're all over breakouts and attacks. What's the matter?" Harry looked at his friend before shaking his head.
"Nothing you ought to know!" with that he rose to feet and with a look of authority he left Draco and the dining room, to return to his room. The room itself was amazing.
A black fur carpet decorated the spacious floor, while dark green wallpaper complimented each wall. In the centre of the room stood a marvellous black wood, four-poster bed, with dark green hangings and bed covers. There stood many black wooden shelves with books of all dark arts resting on them. A black oak, large wardrobe stood in one corner of the room, with robes for all occasions among various muggle things hanging in it. The large window had Black plain curtains. On the wall facing the bed stood a black oak chest of drawers, and on top of that stood a gold mask. The one Harry wore on attacks, to show he was above the rest.
Harry lay down on his bed, sighing. Before he had met Ginny, life had been so much simpler, but now, his mind was constantly on Ginny. Worrying about what it might do to her to know she had dated the dark lords son. He didn't want to hurt her. He loved her. He looked at his clock. It read 5 O'Clock in the evening. 'Perfect!' he thought inwardly to himself. He rushed over to his window, jumped out of it and landed on his feet. Once he was outside the wards of the manor he apparated into the forest by the Burrow, Ginny's home and just as he had hoped, there she was standing waiting for him. She smiled once she had spotted him and hugged. "Harry!" she said happily.
"Hi" he said calmly. "Ginny, there's something I haven't told you. Something I should have done a long time ago, but I was a coward" she looked at him, confused. In return, Harry gave her an apologetic look. "Ginny I-" suddenly, he felt a burning on his right arm. His dark mark. "Ginny, goodbye and once again, sorry!"
"What, but Harry! HARRY! What are you talking about? Where are you going?" but before he could answer, he had run off into the woods, searching for a place to apparate away, unseen.
Outside the wards of the manor, Harry glared into what would seem like nothing to an on-looker, but really, he was staring into the dark, cold eyes of his father, standing before the large oak door, looking at his son. "Where were you?" Voldemort usually kept his nose out of Harry's private doings, but on this occasion curiosity overwhelmed the dark lord.
"Why should I tell you?" Voldemort stared at his son, with a look of pure anger.
"Do not speak to me like that! I am your father. You will do as I say. I am telling you now, to tell me where you were!" his ice cold voice sent shivers down young Riddles back.
"Respect my privacy!" with that he barged past his father into the manor. Lord Voldemort stood, rooted to the spot as though he was still staring into his son's eyes. 'The boy seems more and more rebellious with each passing day. Perhaps it is a mistake to send him to Hogwarts. Perhaps...'
Harry awoke the next day, with sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. It may have been hunger, or it may have been fear. Harry suspected it was a mix of both and he quickly changed, before going downstairs and into the breakfast room. Fortunately, Harry's father wasn't in the room, so he was able to seat himself comfortably with the Daily Prophet and not have to listen to the dark lords criticism and nagging.
One of the house elfs, Binky, brought Harry a plate of fried bacon, sausages, eggs, beans and toast. He gratefully took the plate without muttering so much as a 'thank you'. Just as he was finishing up, Bellatrix Lestrange, his father's most loyal servant, told him his father requested his presence in the meeting room. Harry sighed before following her to the dark room, in which meetings were held. "My Lord" Bellatrix greeted Voldemort.
"Ah, thankyou Bella. You may go now!" the woman left the room, leaving Harry to face his father alone. He was not afraid of his father, but he was afraid of what his father might tell him. "Harry..I spent a great deal of time last night mulling over this Hogwarts situation. I think you ought to know the reasons I want to send you there. Of course, your education isn't a large part in this decision, although I do worry that it will drop a lot. You have been taught here, what no foolish Hogwarts professor could ever teach you.
"I am sending you to Hogwarts because I need to know. I need to know that you are truly on my side, that you are really loyal to me. I worry Harry. You've got a rebellious streak and it seems to be growing ever so much larger. I fear you will turn on me in the end and I figure, it's better to know now, than to be betrayed later.
"This is why you will be attending the school. You hae no say in the matter. Whatever you tell me now, will not affect my decision" Harry stared at his father, shocked. Why should Lord Voldemort fear that Harry would betray him.
"Father, I know it is no use arguing with you, but I want you to know. I am loyal to you. I shall not turn over to the fool Dumbledore. I have 'seen the light' but I do not care for it. If I was to turn, I would have done it a long time ago. I would have done it when you told me of my true parents!" this was not a lie. Harry had no intention of turning. It was true that if he was going to turn, he would have done it a long time ago. Voldemort nodded at his son before gesturing towards the door.
"You may go now my boy! However, remember, you shall be going to Hogwarts son. I believe the old fool is aware of your coming to his school. We shall discuss this another time, though. Not now!" Harry smiled at his father before leaving the room. As he got outside the door he stood with his back towards the wall, sank to the floor and put his hands over his face. He was in trouble now. Judging by Dracos descriptions of the students at the school, everyone would know who he was by the end of his first day. Few had seen his face before, but there were descriptions. He was surprised Ginny was still oblivious to his identity, even.
Rising to a standing position, he knew he'd have to face what was coming and now there was no way out. He was Harry Xavier Riddle, he could not be afraid of going to school! After all, he had a reputation to live up to. He also had a girlfriend he wanted to please...
First chapter done! Not including Authors notes, the chapter is 2,014 words long so I hope it will be enough to read for now. My writing style has changed a bit in this story and I am severely hoping that it has changed in a good way. Now, chapters will be up QUITE slow as I do have The neglected Runaways to do also. This story will be quite short. 8-10 chapters. Maybe more. We'll see. Anyway hope you like this chapter and I really hope you'll add this o your alerts and carry on reading