Harry Potter - The Dark Lord's son
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort screamed. Lily Potter fell to the floor, lifeless. He grabbed baby Harry Potter and whispered softly, "You're mine now!"
It was time for Harry Voldemort to start Hogwarts. He already had a wand, and mastered the Unforgivable Curses. He learned how to avoid the Trace and to perform spells without a wand. The world knew him as the boy who stopped Lord Voldemort, his father.
"Harry," his father whispered, "you will be sorted into Gryffindor but then change in your third year. You understand?"
"Yes father." His friend, Draco Malfoy and him were going to gather groups of new Death Eaters, that were kids. They had already gathered Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Pansy Parkinson, and Blaise Zabini. They were all going to go to Diagon Alley together.
On the Hogwarts Express, Harry met a blood traitor named Ronald Weasley, and a Mudblood called Hermione Granger. After they got off the train, the sorting began. The blood traitor and Mudblood were sorted into Gryffindor, Draco and the others had been sorted into Slytherin. The Sorting Hat called his alias, Harry Potter. "Gryffindor!" It shouted. Ron and Hermione whooped.
It wasn't until third year that Harry showed any sign of Death Eater activity. He got transferred into Slytherin then, and everyone was shocked. He started bullying Ron and Hermione. "You and your filthy Mudblood friend are going to meet a sticky end," he teased.
Ron lunged at him. "You monster!" He screamed.
"I? I, the son of Lord Voldemort, a monster? Weasley? You are dead," he snarled. "Marumuo!" He screamed, without a wand.
Ron began to scream in pain. Dumbledore came into the room. "Harry, what are you doing?" He asked.
"Avada Kedavra!" He pointed his finger at Dumbledore, who immediately died. With a telepathic ability he said to Draco and the others, kill them all if they don't want to join.
"Make it stop!" Ron screamed.
"If you are going to join the Death Eaters."
"Ron! Don't join them!" Hermione screamed.
"Regio Avada Kedavra!" Harry screamed, and everyone in the area died.
"Nice, Harry," whispered Lord Voldemort.