Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling, I'm just borrowing.
Prologue
March, 1960
Malfoy Manor
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A large chandelier glittered and refracted light from a crackling fire as it hung over a long, rectangular table. Three fourths of the table was completely empty. At one end, three people stood over a cradle.
"He is a handsome child," a tall man with dark hair and piercing, soulless black eyes said detachedly.
"He is," the second man in the group hesitantly responded. He clutched the arm of the woman next to him. The woman's grey eyes were fixed on the dark-haired man with an intensity that warned him to stay away from her child.
"Calm yourself, Mrs. Black," the dark-haired man chuckled. "I shall not harm the child."
"Yet," she hissed under her breath.
"Come now, Walburga," the Dark Lord sneered. "I was led to believe that your participation in this…experiment…was consensual. After all, I highly doubt your husband would be able to complete a…spell…of this calibre."
Slightly mollified, the woman lifted the baby from the bassinet into her arms. Orion, standing next to her, was silent and stoic, tense against the threat of the monster in the room.
"May I?" The Dark Lord asked, a command disguised as a request as he ran a hand over the infant, silently casting detection spells.
Fiercely protective of her first child, Walburga refused to relax as the Dark Lord had ordered until the man had moved away from her boy.
"Hmm," the Dark Wizard hummed contemplatively. "Yes, he will do nicely. He has power, but not enough to combat that of my ancestor. He will not let Slytherin's magic go to waste." He flicked his gaze over the infant's mother, a formidable woman in her own right. "What is his name?" he asked.
"Sirius Orion Black," she informed him, her hostile tone subdued by her own fear and her husband's hand, tightly holding her arm.
"Wonderful," the Dark Lord breathed. "He is too young now, and we have no one whose blood is closely related enough to his. A brother, or sister I suppose, would be ideal." He fixed his stare upon Orion, who straightened under the implied order. "Once he is of age, his magic and body will be mature enough. You, my dear, will cast the curse. And then, the great Salazar Slytherin will once more be among us."
"Yes, my Lord," the parents murmured. The three stood there for a moment, then the Dark Lord held his hands out expectantly, silently demanding they hand over the child.
Reluctantly, Walburga passed off her only son to the Dark Lord. The man looked at the infant with glee, observing every bit of it.
Cradling the boy in his arms like a father, he easily slipped into Parseltongue as he addressed the infant.
"You will be a great host," Lord Voldemort hissed, a cruelly pleased smile on his face. "We shall do great things, you and I."
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*This fic was previously posted under the same name. I have changed...well, a lot. Updates will be every Thursday/Friday at this point in time. Hope the reboot is just as good (maybe even better) than the original.*