Chapter 1
Harry was pacing in his room, annoyed and worried at the same time. What could take a dark lord so long to write a letter and send it? He knew that he was taking a risk by doing this, but he was sick and tired of being the old Dumblefuck´s lapdog. Oh yes Harry knew that de old goat was trying to manipulate him and use him, but after the fiasco in the department of mysteries Harry had actually opened his eyes to the reality.
Just when he was about to actually get angry, spotted he a grey owl coming flying. The owl was big and angry looking, but Harry could see a letter that was stuck on the leg. Without noticing an evil grin formed on his lips, if his plan worked then Dumblefuck didn´t have long left to live. Harry opened the letter; it was no doubly Voldemort´s handwriting.
Mr. Potter
I have to say that I was surprised when I got this letter. But I´m open for discussion, if it´s about the old fool Dumbledore, you had a very interesting name for him. But down to business, the 27th this month in muggle London be sure that no one knows about this meeting but you.
Lord Voldemort
HA! Goodbye suckers! No more Dursley´s or Dumblefuck, but that was of course only if everything wet accordingly to the plan.
The 27th was here, Harry had to admit that he was nervous. It isn´t everyday that you meet the person that murdered your parents and that is trying to kill you at every turn in your life. London was bustling with people; everywhere he turned stood there a person.
Well two hours later and many crazy women after him, Harry found the little café that they would meet at.
He couldn´t just figure it out why the muggle hating dark wizard in the first place wanted to meet in muggle London and then in small and cozy café. Harry knew immediately that the stunningly hot man, in his mid twenties was Voldemort, no doubt about that. He walked up to the table and sat down straight in front of Voldemort. Trying to look as confident as he could, ignoring the fact that his mind was a wreck at the moment.
"God afternoon Mr. Potter" Voldemort´s voice was smooth and silky, exactly like Harry remembered it from his second year.
"Tanks, well shall we go down to business?" He really didn´t know what to say to the other man, especially when he wasn´t sure if there where death eaters outside, just waiting for orders to strike.
"Heh, you´re very forward, but I like it, I like it a lot Mr. Potter." A smirk was very visible now, giving him a slightly scary look.
"I would appreciate if you didn´t call me Mr. Potter, I´m going whit the name Ian Chamberlain." Voldemort have him a look of approval and Harry felt himself relax a little bit. "Then Mr. Chamberlain or can I call you Ian? Please call me Tom." Nothing else but a nod was given in response to this.
"Ok Tom, I´ll speak directly. I want the old coot dead, like stone dead and I think you could help me whit that. We aren´t just sitting in the same boat, but we have also almost the goal, well everything expect I don´t wanna kill all the muggles." Tom was watching the young boy and he could see all the pain he had gone trough and all the pain he had put the boy trough and still had de lad contacted him. A Thought highly amusing, but he wasn´t a fool that would throw away such a good opportunity, to get the old coot out of the picture, it wasn´t exactly like it was the boy that was the biggest problem.
"Hmm, such an interesting deal you´ve got there… Ian." Harry felt a small jolt of hope when he looked at the man in front of him. Maybe just maybe he could have a slightly easier life. "But there are a catch right? Don´t you care about your relatives or your friends?" Harry snorted when he thought about his so called 'friends'.
"No one expect for Hermione, and Neville rest you can do anything to. Okay not the oldest Weasleys ether but the rest I all yours." Tom couldn´t almost keep himself from laughing, what would the wizard world say if they so their 'savior' at the moment talking about killing his best friends whit the person his supposed to kill.
"Consider it a deal then, Mr. Chamberlain." Tom stood up and did a small bow before he walked out from the small café. Harry just sat there smiling evilly, before he hurried home it wouldn´t be good if the order got a sniff of his plans.
At Privet Dr. 4 everything was normal; Dudley was out whit his friends bullying someone, and his aunt and Uncle ignoring him completely. Not that he actually cared, it was always better if they didn´t say a thing. The chances of getting angry were a lot slimmer then.
Especially now when they let him have all his school stuff in the room, the last thing he did that night before he fell asleep, was thinking about his life from now on, he wasn´t anymore the headmasters lapdog, no more 'golden boy' or 'Harry bloody Potter' he was Ian Chamberlain.