Disclaimer: This is fan fiction and therefore I do not own Harry Potter or any part of the complex world JK Rowling has created.
Chapter 1:
Ever since I can remember, I have always been told that I was special. It is something that, until a few years ago, I never questioned. I just accepted it, along with everything else my mother and master told me. And while I don't believe I am special anymore, I can definitely say I'm unique. Of course, in the world of magic, everyone is different. What makes me so unique compared to everyone else is kind of complex. I mean, I don't even know half of it. That sounds strange, I know, but once you know as much as I do, you will understand.
But what am I doing? This is no way to start the story. And that's all I am doing by the way, starting it. This story has not ended and so I guess we are going to have to journey together as it happens. But the beginning I can do. Of course, the start can sometimes be hard to pinpoint. I mean, do I start from the birth of Tom Riddle or his later namesake, Lord Voldemort, or perhaps Salazar Slytherin who instilled the pureblood mania that currently exists? Am I going too far back? Perhaps we should begin in the late seventies – just before I was born.
It was well known at the time that war was coming. A man by the name of Lord Voldemort was becoming more popular among many of the pureblood families. By the very nature of their blood, these families also happened to be prominent within the wizarding world. I guess you could say that they ruled wizarding Britain. Their faith and support of Lord Voldemort and his beliefs, made his rule of terror that much easier. It was not long before he eventually won the island of Azkaban, formerly wizarding Britain's prison, and made it his home and base of operations.
The situation wasn't entirely hopeless though. There was also a man by the name of Albus Dumbeldore, who led and still does lead, a secret group called the Order of the Phoenix. Dumbeldore is the shining beacon for the light side, always offering help and protecting those he can. He has been proclaimed the greatest wizard of the century, much to Voldemort's annoyance. Although, in fairness, I guess if you are going to rise to the position of a powerful dark lord, you have to be prepared not to win the peoples' hearts and therefore such proclaimed titles!
Anyway Voldemort, or Tom Riddle as he was then known, had been a student of Dumbeldore's for many years and as such was always wary of him. Perhaps Dumbeldore saw too much of the darkness within the young Riddle? Whatever it was, Dumbeldore never succumbed to the charm that Riddle displayed. As a result, Riddle never trusted Dumbeldore. Throughout the years as Voldemort gained more power and exerted his beliefs, wanted or not, onto Wizarding and muggle Britain, Dumbeldore steadily opposed him. Dumbeldore has remained number 1 on his list for many years. Unlike many people on that list however, Dumbeldore has never been eliminated.
Another person on that list is young Harry Potter. To this day, Harry remains too well protected. It had been rophesised that one day Harry Potter would have talents that Voldemort wouldn't and as a result, kill him. Well of course, you can imagine what Voldemort thought of this. He tried to find the Potters, he tried to infiltrate their group, he tried everything, but to no avail. Dumbeldore had them too well hidden. Harry, I believe, now attends Hogwarts, the magical school for witches and wizards where Dumbeldore resides.
I guess this is where I fit into the picture. I was created by Lord Voldemort, my former master, to be the greatest of all magical beings, save of course himself! He figured, or at least this is what I have been told, that creating someone that crossed the boundaries of what 'normal' magical beings could do, would make winning the war a walk through the park. It would also mean people like Dumbeldore and Harry Potter, that had so far evaded death, would meet their end at the hands of Voldemort's most accomplished servant. If I hadn't of betrayed him, he would have been right.
I was born unto one of his most loyal and devoted servants, Bellatrix Lestrange. Once I was conceived, he performed numerous magic spells on my mother and I. My mother had to drink a number of potions, all of which affected me in some way or another. For years I have tried to find out exactly what he did to me, in an effort to understand more about myself and my abilities. But I think the only person who really knows is him, and I highly doubt he will ever tell me!! When I was born, there was more prodding and potion drinking. Of course I don't remember any of it, but I can imagine it so clearly in my mind.
Within a couple of years I started displaying magical ability. Where normal magical children do not begin magical training until age eleven, I started at age four. I stated with basic stuff - learning magical history, basic spells etc. As I grew older, the harder and more complex the magic got. By age eleven I had learned how to perform all three unforgivable curses. I was a child prodigy – a genius at everything I attempted. I could even duel some of his death eaters, some of whom had at least twenty years of experience over me, and still win.
Of course I had a slight advantage. All those magical spells Voldemort performed on me enables me to be faster, stronger, more powerful than practically anyone. But there's so much more to it. While most people acquire power in their life, I feel as if I am power itself. It's a funny thing with humans. They have magical blood within them – this is what allows them to perform magic. However without a wand, a magical core, they are unable to inflict much damage. Some highly accomplished witches or wizards can perform basic spells without a wand. But anything that requires power or force needs a wand. I have never needed a wand. All magic I perform is through the use of my hands, or my thoughts. I guess you are getting a slight gleam of what I mean when I say I'm unique!!
If not, here's more information. I can speak basically any language. And this isn't always a by product of having studied it. For example, I ran into a Kneazle once and found that I could suddenly understand what it was saying. This makes me believe that I am not entirely human. I think Voldemort created a hybrid of magical beings within me. I am not entirely sure how you do that, but I have vowed to find out! At my current age of sixteen years, I should not be able to perform half the spells I can. I can perform the highest level of occlumency and legimency. But it goes further then that. Its not about just looking into someone's mind. I can sense people's moods and emotions and I don't need eye contact for it. I can control powerful magical properties, ones that most people cannot control, such as the weather. For most people nature is too big a task and a law unto its own. But for me, the same rules don't apply. I have properties of the phoenix, where I can heal others and where my own wounds heal faster than normal. The list goes on.
I guess at this point you are beginning to wonder, having grown up on Azkaban with dementors as constant company, having a mother like Bellatrix and a master like Voldemort, how on earth did I end up as normal as I have. Well I guess it started with a young boy called Noah.
A/N: I hope you guys liked the first chapter. Please Review – it is the only way I can improve!! Stay tuned for the next chapter. I will try and have it up soon.