Voldemort smiled proudly at his creation. Harry Potter, whom he had stolen from his parents' house that night, had turned into one of the most powerful, dark beings in the world, and he was under the direct influence of the Dark Lord himself, even more powerful than him even! Harry Potter was, in short, Voldemort's number one weapon, trained by the Dark Lord himself!

Harry now was standing in front of Voldemort, looking up to him with that always curious look on his face. "Father, what is your mission for me?"

Voldemort answered coldly, though inside he felt strong emotion for the boy, whose connection to him was the most intimate of all his connections, "You are eleven now, boy. It's time for you to enter a school - Hogwarts the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You will help me bring upon the defeat of the great Light wizard, Albus Dumbledore." He frowned when Harry's eyes turned into one of disagreement. That was one aspect of Harry that Voldemort was unable to fix - his innocence and purity. Harry was still retaining the personalities of his parents. "Potter!" He had still allowed Harry's surname be kept as well as his first name.

Harry's face turned blank as he bowed. "Of course, Father." And he turned to leave.

"Wait, son." Voldemort decided to break his adoptive son's soft heart once and for all. "I want to test your loyalty to me."

Harry stopped and then asked, "What is it you require of me, Father?"

"I want you to use the Cruciatus Curse on a particular Death Eater who is also getting his Dark Mark today." Voldemort hissed out, "Bring the boy!"

Harry turned his head towards the door, his eyes wide and filled with curiosity and apprehension. To his surprise, in came a boy no older than he is. Blond hair, icy blue eyes. A Malfoy. He must be Lucius and Narcissa's son - Draco. He was about to protest to Voldemort but instead held his tongue.

Draco was thrown down in front of him at his feet and Voldemort hissed the order to torture him. Harry watched Draco cower in front of him and immediately felt sorry for the poor boy. From what he knew about Draco, Draco never wanted to join the Death Eaters in the first place. Harry sighed and pointed his wand at Draco, hoping Draco has the wits to play along. "Crucio!"

For a second, Draco seemed confused when no pain hit him, but he then began screaming. Good thing Voldemort didn't catch it. Draco even had the acting skills to allow tears come from his eyes.

After a while, Harry lifted the curse. "I have followed through with your order, Father."

If Voldemort wouldn't lose face, he would've did a happy dance then. So his adoptive son wasn't entirely soft-hearted! "Bravo, son! And you're only eleven! Alright, you are dismissed."

Harry bowed and returned to his luxuriously furnished room. There, he finally allowed his countenance to fade, revealing his disdain at Voldemort. The First Wizarding War had turned in Voldemort's favor, but Dumbledore was still a major problem. However, strangely, Harry felt Dumbledore was a good thing. He had seen how Voldemort treated his followers now; imagine what he would do once he won the war! When he had been five, he had looked upon Voldemort as a fatherly figure, but now...

Harry thought back. He had recognized evil when he saw it being performed by Voldemort and knew what was the right thing to do. Now he understood another concept. He had known what was the right thing to do because he hadn't allowed his cleverness and superiority or anything else for that matter to justify evil acts. Those who were truly evil looked at their acts and think that they're justified. However, his own heart was different. Though he was raised by evil, he was good. Very rarely does this happen.

There were knocks on his door and he answered, "Come in." Draco opened the door tentatively, nervously. "Master?"

Harry closed his eyes. As he was Voldemort's adoptive son, all the Death Eaters referred to him as 'master' or 'milord'. Harry could hear Draco's uncertainty in approaching him like this. After all, he had been raised by Voldemort. Harry was unpredictable. He could've just spared Draco on a whim; it does not mean that he was kind. "Yes, Malfoy, that is my title."

Draco's pale face turned pink at Harry's light mockery. Though Harry wasn't completely affected by Voldemort's raising, some of the effects still show. Draco gulped, immediately regretting approaching Harry. "I-I just w-wanted to ask why you spared me..." he stuttered, his voice barely above a mutter.

Harry walked up to him and lifted Draco's chin; Draco's gaze had been downcast as his status demanded. "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you." He pulled the other boy inside and closed the door.

Draco widened his eyes like a frightened animal, and forgetting what Harry said and thinking that he had offended the 'prince' somehow, he dropped to his knees and began to apologize while Harry just watched him with exasperation on his face.

"For Merlin's sake, Draco, I only pulled you in so we could talk in privacy. I don't want Voldemort to listen in!"

Draco stopped grovelling, wincing at Voldemort's name, and stared at Harry in confusion. "What don't you want the Dark Lord to hear, Sir? And why do you want to talk to me of all people?" Seeing Harry's look, Draco diverted his gaze and muttered, "I apologize, Sir, for being so rude..."

"Whatever. Sit down, and I'll explain why I want to talk to you in private. To answer you question, I spared you because I don't have the guts to torture someone so defenseless." Seeing Draco's shocked look, Harry hissed, "Don't you dare spread this around!" Calming himself, he continued, "And also..." He sighed. He needed to vent his feelings for once, and today was the day he needed to explode. Voldemort had always said that feelings were weak, so Harry never had the chance to tell his 'father' how he felt - when he's frustrated, sad, lonely, angry, or even happy. He always had to be stoic and blase. However, the emotions are still there behind the unmoving mask. "...I need a friend, Draco. Someone who can help me I need it and be there for me," he finished honestly. "I was kinda hoping you will. I don't meet many people my age."

Draco just stood there, gawking at Harry's honesty. He had always thought this person in front of him was cold and strong. He could never have guessed that Harry was so vulnerable inside. For a moment, he thought Harry was just trying to trick him, but his eyes were filled with emotion. Then Draco, whose only so-called friends were Crabbe and Goyle, having gotten over his shock, was ecstatic at the thought of being friends with such a powerful wizard (Harry already had a wand). But then he saw what Harry's word could really mean, replying, "Of course, I'll be your subordinate, Sir."

Harry snorted. "You can if you want to, but I still need a friend."

"I'm honored, Sir."

"Then can you stop calling me 'Sir'? It's awkward and annoying. My name's Harry, not 'Sir'."

"Yes, Si- Harry."