Author's Note: I changed a few things in this story. Remember, Lily Evans and Voldemort are both pure bloods. Enjoy the story!

Harry Potter was working outside in the sweltering heat in the middle of July. He was fourteen years old, going into his fifth year at Hogwarts, and was painting the new fence in front of Number 4 Privet Drive.

"Harry Potter. Pleasant to meet you," a voice said. Harry jumped and noticed a garden snake was staring intently at him. Harry figured he was the only person out, so he spoke back.

"Who are you?" Harry hissed.

"Clarida."

"Oh. Can I do anything for you?" Harry asked as he dipped the brush back into the can.

"No, I wanted to talk to you. How is life around here?" the snake asked, concerned. Harry shrugged off the snake's unusual kindness. Were snakes usually kind and caring?

"Fine. It's not a lot of fun, but the Dursleys don't threaten me as much anymore because last summer I blew up my Aunt Marge. They don't want that to happen to them," Harry replied. Unfortunately, Dudley had heard Harry hiss something.

"What's that?" he asked strolling outside.

"What's what?" Harry asked bewildered.

"That weird hissing noise. Who are you talking to?" Dudley asked his cousin. Harry decided to tell the truth, after all it would frighten Dudley.

"A snake. I'm a Parseltongue, meaning I can talk to snakes and understand what they are saying in return." Dudleys' eyes widened in fear.

"You're lying," he said automatically.

"Actually, I'm not. But believe what you want to," Harry said simply, smirking at the expression on Dudley's face. Or rather, the lack of expression, for Dudley's face was pale and full of nothing but fear.

"Oh yeah? Then what's the snake saying, now?" Dudley asked. Harry looked expectantly at the small snake who muttered,

"Why tell him? He is bad and doesn't care. He is a muggle." Harry sighed.

"He's my awful cousin. I just want to scare him. Besides, he is afraid of magic and I doubt that he believes me." Harry replayed this scene to Dudley who grunted.

"You made that up."

"If you say so. But remember, snakes like to kill. Dark wizards often use them. Like Voldemort has a pet snake and his symbol is a snake and a skull. So I would believe the only other person, besides Voldemort, who can presently talk to snakes."

"Why tell him so much?" the snake hissed angrily. The snake could not understand what Harry was saying, but he knew it was something about snakes and dark wizards.

"It's fine. Even if he does believe it, nobody would believe him," Harry said pulling his wand out of his pocket. He wished he could use it.

"What are you doing?" Dudley asked nervously as Harry shifted the piece of wood between his fingers.

"Do not use it," the snake said. "Clarida has come to bring Harry Potter away to the Dark Lord. Nagini is one of my parents. The Dark Lord is requesting for you, though he will not harm you in any way.

"You must come. But if you use magic, then everyone will know what happened and will discover the truth."

"Why does he want me?" Harry asked curiously. Dudley looked between the two and backed away as fast as his little legs could carry him.

"I can not tell. But come, and I will make sure you do not get hurt."

"Very well. I have nothing better to do. Should I leave my school supplies here?"

"For the moment, yes."

"I need to tell my uncle that I'm leaving and I'm not going to finish painting the garden fence." Harry hurried inside the house with the snake slithering besides him.

"Uncle Vernon?" Harry received a nasty look as a reply. "I'm leaving for now. The fence isn't done but I have to go. There is a wizarding meeting which I need to attend." Harry pulled his wand out of his pocket just as his uncle exploded.

"What! Don't say that word in this house if you know what's good for you! And finish that fence, boy! Do what you're told . . ." He stopped when blue sparks flew out of the end of Harry's wand.

"You're not allowed, boy," he said with a nasty smile. Harry smiled back.

"I don't care. Now what do you think I should do? Make you a toad or stun you? Or maybe-"

"Just go, boy!" Uncle Vernon said angrily and nervously. Harry smirked and walked calmly out of the door.

"Stupid muggle," he whispered as he walked, causing his uncle to glare.

"At last! I thought you would never make it. Harry, take a seat." Harry looked at Voldemort and carefully sat down on the edge of a chair.

"Or should I say Jerry Hamas Riddle. Yes, you are my son." Voldemort began pacing the room. "It is true and Dumbledore has been keeping this away from you."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"I didn't know until recently. Now if you stay then I will be a proper father, or you can go and I will destroy you the next time we meet."

"Isn't there some kind of story that goes along with this?"

"No! Lily Evans had you, passed it off as Potter's son because she was afraid and then I found her and killed her. Trust me, she was asking for death."

"Oh," Harry said and began to think. "I would love to stay," he said at last. Voldemorts' red eyes lit up.

"Excellent. Let me introduce you to my Death Eaters." Voldemort called in Wormtail and pressed his mark hard. Instantly black cloaks were rushing around and thirty Death Eaters appeared.

"My lord," they murmured on their knees. Several of them saw Harry and grinned beneath their masks, thinking he had been caught.

"You should all know who this is. What you don't know is that this is my son, Jerry Hamas." The Death Eaters wondered what on earth Voldemort was talking about.

"My long lost son! He has decided to stay with us forever more. You must serve him as you serve me. Otherwise . . ."

"Yes, my lord," they said frightfully.

"Very well. You may go." Voldemort turned to Harry and asked in Parseltongue, "Do you speak it?"

"Yes," Harry hissed back. Voldemort was happy, but his eyes narrowed when he saw the Death Eaters still there.

"Leave!" he ordered and they all scampered away.

Author's Note: I hope you like chapter one. If I get lots of reviews, then I'll post chapter 2 later on today or tomorrow!