Summary: Harry's sister was TGWL. Harry grew up in Riddle manor. Elements of Merlin for non-original originality. Harry goes to Hogwarts, fully aware of what he is capable of- a lot.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, that is owned by J. K. Rowling. I also do not own the ideas from Merlin, which will make some sort of show in this story many, many times. I also don't own the internet, although I wish I did. I swear that any comparisons between other stories and this one are probably coincidences, unless it's my unconscious mind playing tricks on me again.
Authors note: (the only one ever, I swear, probably) If you have a great HP story I should read, say so in a PM because it is probably against the rules to do so in a Review. Maybe. I will read at least the beginning, unless it is in format with double-spaced paragraphs, or is very very badly grammered (like that sentence)
R&R – NOslash. Ever. Sorry. –note- that Sum/Dis/AN including this and title was/will be 196 words
Chapter 1: The Birth of a Wizard
-Some month, some day, 1981-
"Take your bloody hands off of my Lily, or I'll kill you!"
Voldemort examined the spectacle in front of him with interest. The man he was being threatened by was the great James Potter, his right hand a fist around his wand, and his left gripping a child, Helena Potter. The Lord laughed. "Now now, Potter, you would not want anything to happen to your wife, would you? If you keep threatening me, I might get scared, and do something rash." The Dark Lord gripped the woman in his arms harder and mockingly tender, his arms also wrapping around the other baby in her arms, Harry Potter, and pressed his wand against Lily's head. "We would not want that, would we?"
James began grinding his teeth, trying to keep his temper under control and not hex the man, it was just what he wanted- his years as an auror had not left him stupid. Voldemort would use his precious Lily as a shield. Yet, if he didn't get this situation under control, they would all be dead. "What do you want, Voldemort?" he asked, spitting out the man's name.
Voldemort rested his forehead against Lily's trembling one, and ran his long fingers through the child's hair, before stating his request. "Harry Potter."
James's face showed a moments surprise, then once again anger. "So, you've heard of the prophesy?"
It was Voldemort's turn to look surprised. "Prophesy? I am just here to collect what is rightfully mine." His eyes narrowed, the Dark Lord didn't like it when people confused him with nonsense, and prophesy's were just that. He pried the child from Lily's arms and put him into a large bag slung around his shoulder. Harry didn't utter a cry. "I have had enough of playing around with you," Voldemort snarled, training his wand from Lily's head to James. Helena began to cry, and Voldemort moved his wand to the child. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
A bright bolt of green shot out from the end of the wand and struck the child's forehead. There was a great flash, and then the Dark Lord could see his spell being reflected back at him. His eyes widened. "It-It is not possible!" He thrust Lily in front of him so the spell hit the woman instead.
James could only look on in horror as his wife died. "L-Lily?"
"I am not sorry, demon," Voldemort simpered to the dead body, taking one last look at it before apparating back to Riddle Manor.
James ran to his fallen wife. "Lily!" He set Helena, who was now screaming, onto the floor and clutched at his fallen wife. Lily began to disintegrate into millions of balls of light in his arms, and he could only watch in disbelief. The lights went away, one by one and his arms became empty, and the room once again dark. He threw his hands around his head, and tears ran down his face. "LILY!" The two Potters cried, one from the loss of his wife and the other from the bleeding scar in her forehead.
-Back at Riddle Manor-
Voldemort appeared in the living room of Riddle Manor, both perturbed at the backfiring of the killing curse and elated at the capture. His plans were working exactly as he had planned, almost. He hadn't counted on the killing curse rebounding, and was going to kill the entire Potter family, but by now they would have moved to a safe house. No matter, they can't do anything to thwart his plans now.
He sat down in his throne-like chair, and took Harry out of the bag and set the child on his lap. He threw the bag carelessly to the ground and watched as a house elf collected it, putting it back where it belonged. Harry started to cry.
Voldemort gripped his head at the horrid sound and snapped his fingers. Another house elf, female it looked like, appeared in front of the lord and bowed her head. "Yes, master?"
Voldemort sighed angrily, on the brink of growling and thrust the child into the startled house elf's arms. "Make it stop crying," he commanded, "and take care of it- Harry rather, my son, treat him like you would me." He sighed in content as the elf bobbed her head and left the room, taking the racket with her. He allowed himself a stretch and slight smirk, leaning back comfortable in his chair. It certainly had been a very good day.
He couldn't stay comfortable for long. His mind kept going back to what that Potter said about a prophesy. He reached out his mind for Snape and called. He would know what this was all about.
Snape appeared in front of the Lord and bowed deeply on one knee. Voldemort could tell that he was straining against grabbing his arm, where the Dark Mark was burning. This made him smile. "My Lord," Snape addressed.
Voldemort rested his elbow on the arm rest and rested his cheek on his fingertips. "I assume that by now you know of the kidnapping of one Harry James Potter."
Snape stayed with his head lowered. "Yes, my Lord.
"I wish to inquire as to something James told me about a prophesy."
Snape jumped slightly at the word, and Voldemort raised his eyebrows but Snape's face was firmly trained on the floor and didn't see. "I have heard rumors of a prophesy concerning the Potter brat, the female child My Lord."
Voldemort waited for a few seconds in silence, which Snape broke.
"I did not wish to tell you until I had concrete information."
On the outside Voldemort was calm and collected, but on the inside he was fuming, waging a war against letting his informative live, of killing him for treason, not telling Voldemort about this information, and therefore having the Lord look like a fool in front of the Potter man, not knowing what he was talking about. "Perhaps you can enlighten me as to this prophesy, Snape?"
His voice cut through the air like ice, alerting Severus that he was not happy about his decision to withhold information. "It says that the child born at the end of July will have power the Dark Lord… knows… not…"
Voldemort had his wand trained on the wizard, who happened to look up towards the end of his speech. The Dark Lord's eyes were blazing, and Snape knew that he was in a very tight spot. "I am seriously considering killing you, Severus. However," Snape relaxed and inch. "CRUCIO!" The curse struck, and Snape convulsed on the floor. To his credit, he didn't scream. "DO NOT relax when I am talking to you!" The Dark Lord waved his wand, ending the curse. Snape was panting as he went back to his submissive position. The Dark Lords teeth were clenched as he spoke. "Get out of my sight!"
Snape walked hurriedly out of the living room towards the dungeons, and Voldemort waved his hand sharply, wandlessly slamming the door behind him. He snapped his fingers, and the same house elf that picked up his bag appeared with a cauldron full of sunflower seeds. The Lord grabbed one and popped it into his mouth, biting down on the salty shell angrily. He spit the shell out on the floor and watched in amusement as the elf scurried to pick up the shells, placing them into another cauldron that was burning with a fire to dispose of the shells. He chewed the seed and swallowed before choosing another and biting into it. As this went on for a few minutes, he got his anger under control and shooed the elf and his seeds away.
He called for Malfoy. There was a tentative knock on the door and he waved his hand, opening it to reveal the Death Eater. Malfoy walked up to him and bowed. "My Lord," he said.
"Malfoy, I have successfully captured the child Harry Potter." He reached out his legellimency and could tell that the Malfoy was confused. He sighed. "I wish you to… look after him when you come to the manor."
"Of course, My Lord."
The Dark Lord tapped his fingers on his chair. "Keep him entertained. You have a son, do you not? Perhaps they should have a… playdate." He spat out the last word, it felt uncomfortable coming from his lips.
Malfoy let out a small smile, and Voldemort reached for his wand to wipe it off but he quickly wiped it from his own face. "If that is what you wish, My Lord, of course I will. May I inquire as to why you have abducted Mr. Potter?"
"NO YOU MAY NOT!" His hand clenched in a fist, and Malfoy's eyes widened. "You are dismissed."
Malfoy exited the room. Voldemort knew what had made him angry, the careless use of the word abducted. He did not abduct the boy, he simply captured him, taking him back to his rightful place. Someday, everyone will know why, but that day was not today.
He called out to all of his inner circle Death Eaters except Malfoy and Snape, and they appeared in a semi-circle around his throne, bowing. "My Lord," they chanted almost simultaneously.
"I wish to tell you that I have successfully captured the boy Harry Potter." There were a few startled glances at him before their heads bowed once again. He clenched his palm again at this sign of disrespect. "Harry Potter is a now permanent resident, and under my protection. Treat Master Harry as you would myself. If anyone attempts to harass him in any way," he turned towards one of the newer Death Eaters he had initiated into the circle, one that had the audacity to look at his Lord, and pointed his wand at him, "Crucio!" The boy withered in pain for a few seconds before he let the curse off. "I trust you will give the boy proper respect, and tell the other Death Eaters to do as such. You are dismissed."
They all but ran out of the room, and he felt a bit better. Causing fear always made him feel better, as it gave him more control. Now, he thought, to go check on my ward.
-July 31st, 1985 a.k.a. Harry's fifth birthday-
"Voldie sir, what do you wish to tell me?" Harry was rocking back and forth on his heels in front of Lord Voldemort's throne, the Lord sitting in it with a box-shaped package on his lap, wrapped in blood-red wrapping and adorned with a cream colored bow.
Voldemort sighed, knowing that he wouldn't tell off the boy on this one day, and the boy knowing that he wouldn't either. Harry gave a big grin and the Lord sighed again. "Harry, you very well know what today is, and what this is." The boy kept his grin on and his emerald green eyes twinkled most disturbingly like the man's worst enemy. He thrust the package at the little boy. "Stop looking at me like that!"
Harry giggled and ripped open the package. "I assume Bella wrapped this Voldie sir?" Inside was a box with a serpent on the top. He shook it, and heard something rod-shaped inside jiggle. His eyes opened wide. "Is this…"
The Lord cringed at the sound. "DO NOT, shake it. Yes, Lestrange wrapped it. Such an idiotic question."
Harry opened the box and his smile grew as he saw the long black stick inside. "A wand?"
Voldemort nodded. "I believe it is time that you learn practical wand magic, not just read about it in books."
Harry took the wand out, and a cool breeze went through the room. "And my wandless magic, should I keep practicing?"
The Lord rolled his eyes. "Of course. Would I have you do anything less?"
Harry bowed his head, the smile still on his face. "Thank-you, very much."
"Arrive at my quarters at 19 o'clock for your first lesson. And Harry," he added as the boy began to walk out of the room, "Happy Birthday."
-7 PM, the Dark Lords quarters-
Harry knocked on the door. "You may enter, Harry," Voldemort said from his chair on the far side of the room. Harry entered, holding his wand, and walked over, taking the seat that was offered from across the Lord. "Harry, my son, I believe that you are now old enough to begin to learn practical magic, as well as potions. I do hope you will not blow yourself up."
Harry smiled sheepishly. "I will try my best?"
Voldemort gave a curt nod. "Now, the levitation charm, on the pillow on my bed."
Harry swish and flicked the wand towards the pillow, almost lazily but happily. "Wingardium Leviosa!" The pillow rose two feet, and he brought it to him. It landed on his lap as he cancelled the charm.
Voldemort rose an eyebrow. "Beginners luck, or have you been practicing?" He suspected the latter.
Harry nodded, confirming his suspicion. "What else was I going to do for three hours?" Harry asked as his stomach rumbled.
The Dark Lord rolled his eyes. He snapped his fingers. "I would have hoped dinner." A house elf appeared in front of him. "Elf, some dinner for Harry." The elf bobbed his head and popped off.
"You could be a little nicer to Wendy," the boy grumbled, remembering that the elf had taken care of him since he was born.
"Elves are here to serve wizards, it doesn't matter how you treat them. They are animals." Wendy popped back with a tray of food and gave a curt nod to the Dark Lord. "My Lord," then she turned to Harry and gave a big smile. "Harry." She placed the food on a table that Harry had conjured in front of himself with his new wand. Harry smirked at his father, proven right that kindness can make Elves treat you differently.
Voldemort ignored Harry's smug smile and turned up his lips at that bit of magic. Harry froze, it was the first time he had seen Voldemort actually smile. "Voldemort?" He asked hesitantly.
Voldemort's smile went away and he looked at his boy. "Yes?"
Harry shook his head. "Never mind. So, what are you going to teach me?"
"What do you want to learn?"
Harry looked thoughtful, before replying with a big smile, "everything."
-June 3rd, 1991 a.k.a. age 10: forest clearing near Riddle Manor-
Harry Potter and Bellitrix Lestrange were in the middle of a duel. Or rather, Bellatrix was throwing curses at the boy, trying her hardest not to kill him and make Master very displeased, while Harry was lazily blocking the curses silently with his wand. Bellatrix itched to use the killing curse on the impudent boy for showing her up in a duel. She was the Lords favorite, after all, and no mere boy would show her up!
"Septemsempra!"
Harry lazily sidestepped it and yawned. "Hey, Bella," he said to the irritated witch, a dreamy look in his eyes, "what is Hogwarts like?"
Bella was panting from spell exertion. "If you have enough concentration in a battle to ask useless questions, you're not concentrating enough! EXPELAMIUS!"
Harry's wand was ripped from his right hand and flew across the clearing. He shrugged, and sent a wandless-silent blue curse towards her, one Bella didn't recognize. Bella jumped out of the way and smirked at the boy. "Missed me," she simpered.
He looked coolly back. "I wasn't aiming for you."
Her eyes went wide and she spun around. Harry had hit a wasp huge wasp nest with some sort of water spell, and it was lying in shambles on the ground. Not 10 feet away was an angry swarm of wasps, heading straight for her.
She ran towards Harry, but found that he had already disappeared. "HARRY!"
-LWL (little while later), throne room-
Harry strolled into the living/throne room to talk to his father. He walked up to the throne and stood up straight. "Voldemort," he said, giving a small bow of his head.
"Harry," Voldemort replied, returning the courtesy. "To what do I owe the honor?"
Harry felt the presence in his head after a few seconds and threw his father out, still managing to keep the emotionless mask on his face.
"That took longer than expected. Is something on your mind?"
Harry looked his father in the eyes. "Voldemort, I wish to attend Hogwarts this year."
"No."
Harry broke his expressionless stokeness, relaxing his shoulders. "Please," he begged. One look at his father's face told him this was not what he should do, so he straightened again, but didn't loose his pleading look. Perhaps a sympathetic approach, Harry thought. "I have no friends, Voldemort, I could make some at the school."
The man narrowed his eyes, realizing what his son was trying to do, but deciding to play along. "The so-called idiot children I used to bring you when you were younger to play with are the ones that are going to be at Hogwarts."
Logically? "I could help to recruit new death eaters."
"And the other children can do the same."
Resemblance! Harry spoke slower, not showing his desperation. "You went there when you were a child." Voldemort narrowed his eyes at the mention of his childhood, but didn't interrupt. "I wish to have the same experiences as you, father."
The man cringed at the title, and then sighed. "If you want to go to school, can not you choose someplace else, like Durmstrang?" Somewhere away from the meddling old fool, he added silently.
Harry knew what he was thinking. "I can take care of myself, thanks. Besides, Dumbledore wouldn't dare hurt one of his precious students."
Voldemort sighed, something he seemed to do a lot around the boy, and put on a mask of hurt. "Why do you want to even go? Do I not teach you properly?"
"Experiences," Harry said simply, ignoring the guilt bait. "Those are one thing you can't learn from a book."
Voldemort rubbed his temples. "Fine, all right, you can go." Harry smiled widely. "But we need to establish some rules. Such as no wandless magic."
Harry rolled his eyes. "I'm not stupid," Voldemort glared at him and he quickly added on "sir."
"You will need a new name…"
-September 1st, Hogwarts Express, Compartment 4B-
Harry shook the red-headed boy's hand. "I'm Ron, Ron Weasly," said the other boy with a smile.
Harry sent a charming and disarming smile back. "Harry Roach."
Ron, for his credit, tried to stifle a laugh, but that only lasted a few seconds before he broke out into hysterics. "You've got to be joking mate, am I right?"
Harry shook his head, both sad and bitter, remembering what his father had told him when he gave Harry his 'new' last name.
-flash back to a while ago-
"Your name shall be Harry Roach."
Harry stared at his
father in disbelief. "Harry… Roach?"
Voldemort nodded.
"B-but that name would be social suicide! Even I know that!"
Voldemort narrowed his eyes half-heartedly. "Son, the Roaches were a very prestigious pure blooded family that dates back to-"
"That's a load of Bull." Harry's face was fuming.
"Language," he chided, "but you are right." He smirked, and then whispered, "I just like making you miserable."
-back to compartment 4B-
Harry was thrown from his memories when the compartment door opened. In the doorway was someone very familiar to Harry, but who most likely wouldn't recognize him, which was what he wanted. A normal school year, one where he wasn't Voldemorts son, or apprentice. Why he wouldn't know was because the last time they met was when they were 3 (then Harry refused the pompous child from coming back), and Harry was the one with his fathers files on the Malfoy's, not the other way around. He knew everything about this boy.
"Red hair, hand-me-down robes, you must be a Weasley."
Ron looked ashamed as the boy (and his two cronies who were Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle) turned their attention to the black haired green-eyed boy. "And who the bloody hell are you?"
Harry sneered, keeping his air of cool. "Someone who thinks you're a pompous wanker, Malfoy."
Malfoy's eyes widened a fraction and then narrowed. In the background, Ron was silently cheering, a smile on his face. "Do you know who you're talking to, mudblood?"
Ron's smile slipped at the word. Harry shrugged. "I though I already made it clear, a pompous wanker."
Draco reached into his robes and pulled out his wand, holding it carelessly, and pointed it at Harry, his hand shaking. He was fuming. "You do not want me as you enemy… what was your name?"
"Oh my Malfoy, you're making enemies before you even know their name. What would your mother say?"
Draco, at a loss for words, turned to go. "I'll be seeing you, mudblood."
"It's Harry," Harry said as he left, "Harry Roach."
When the compartment door closed, Ron burst once again into fits of laughter. "That was bloody brilliant, mate!"
Harry frowned. "I let my anger and the past get a hold of my emotions, and now I believe I've made an enemy."
Ron blanched. "So you knew him before!"
Harry nodded. "But I don't think he remembers me. We were really young."
Ron nodded, and they sat in silence for a few minutes. "So," Ron said, "What house do you think you'll be in? I'm hoping for Gryffindor!"
"Slytherin."
Ron crinkled his nose. "Why would you want to go there? That's where Malfoy'll be. Plus," he lowered his voice, "You-Know-Who came from that house."
Harry smiled at the name. "If I'm there, I'll get to torment Malfoy some more."
Ron shuddered. "I don't know why anyone would want to be in a house full of slimy snakes," he said more to himself.
Harry shrugged, and they sat in silence for a few minutes. Harry got out a muggle fantasy book series that he had recently began reading, The Lost Years of Merlin, and Ron looked out the window.
The compartment door opened again, and they saw a middle-aged witch with a food cart. "Anything off the trolly, dears?"
Ron shook his head. "I'm all set."
Harry dug in his pocket for a Gallon. "Chocolate frog, please."
The lade nodded, accepting the money and taking out the candy and handing it to the boy. "Have a nice trip!"
Harry nodded back, giving her a smile. The door closed again and Harry opened his candy. The frog jumped out, but Harry caught it, biting its head off before it stopped wiggling.
Ron gave him a dirty look. "You're disturbed."
Harry laughed. "My father says the same thing."
Ron dug in his bag and took out a box. "Do you want to play wizards chess?"
He shrugged. "Sure, but I've never played before."
Ron's eyes opened wide. "Y-you've never played before!" He slapped his forehead, and mumbled "what is this world coming to?" He looked back at the startled boy. "Well then, I guess I'll have to teach you."
-LWL, half hour-
"Y-y-you beat me! Beginners luck."
Harry smiled. "It must be."
Ron shrugged, dejectedly putting the game away. "I'll beat you next time." Harry was startled for a moment the way he said 'next time,' but quickly dismissed it. Perhaps he had made a temporary friendship, even if it was with a Gryffindor.
The compartment door opened again, and two faces peered at the two boys. "Who are you?" Ron asked.
Both of the girls were in their robes and had red hair, the first curly and bushy, with buck teeth, and the second long and wavy, and quite pretty. The second had her hand on her forehead. "Hermione Granger," the first said, then the second took her hand away.
Ron blanched. "Y-you're the girl who lived! Helena Potter!"
The girl smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, that's me."
"Helena… Potter," Harry said slowly. My sister, he silently added. Harry remembered everything from when he was born, it was a gift and a curse. What he never figured in coming to Hogwarts was that his sister would be there. "I thought you would come to Hogwarts next year."
Helena looked proud. "Professor Dumbledore said that I could come early, so…" she trailed off, blushing, "here I am."
Hermonie stepped in. "We wanted to say that you two should get changed into your robes now. We'll be arriving shortly."
Helena looked at the red-haired boy. "Bye Ron…" she trailed off again, and looked to the other boy, blushed and said quietly, "Harry."
The door closed, and they heard Helena's giggling and Hermione's exasperated sigh before they were out of hearing. Ron looked at Harry coyly. "I recon she likes you, mate."
Harry looked at him in confusion. "Who, Granger?"
Ron rolled his eyes. "No, the other one you dolt. Helena."
Harry's eyes widened. My sister has a crush on me?!
AN: This is NOT a romance story.