Chapter one
The son of Lord Voldemort
Voldemort tapped his the tip of his wand on the arm of his throne. He needed to rid himself of a stressing problem. He had recently learned of a prophesy that predicted the boy that would be his downfall. There were two that it could be Neville Frank Longbottom and Harry James Potter. Voldemort, personally, knew it was Harry Potter. There was too much to over look. He was a half blood, just as he was and his pure blood father foolishly fell in love with a mud-blood just as his own foolish pure blood mother fell for a dirt-veined muggle. The one to finish him off would be very similar to him. He would have to be to match his power, let alone have more. He had made up his mind, but how to get to him was a problem in itself.
A feeling of hopelessness began to set itself upon him. Just as Voldemort began to fear it impossible to get to the boy, his servant Peter Pettigrew came bursting through the door, wheezing slightly, out of breath. He ran up to Voldemort's throne and kneeled in a low bow.
"Master..." He gasped excitedly. "I... have... been... made... the... Potter's... secret...keeper...I... can... lead... you... to... them... and... the... Potter... boy!" Voldemort felt his spirit lift right out of his stomach and into his chest.
"Really, Wormtail? If this proves to be correct, then you will be rewarded highly." Voldemort's high, cold voice came out in a near hiss. "However," his voice became suddenly threatening. "If this is a trick, Wormtail, Your end will be slow and painful, am I understood?"
"Yes, master." Peter replied, his expression not faltering.
"Where is this place, Wormtail?" Voldemort asked in his high, cold hiss of a voice.
"They live in Godric's hollow, m'lord." and with that the traitor Peter Pettigrew spilled the exact location of the Potter's home. Voldemort grinned a sickening, evil-looking grin that made even his handsome face look demonic.
"Very good, Wormtail. If this checks out, as I have no doubt it will, then we shall see what we can do about making you temporary field commander yes?" Wormtail nodded eagerly and exited the hall. Voldemort stood and began to pace the room going over everything he knew about the Potters in his head.
TIME JUMP
It was the 31st of october and Voldemort was finally ready. He was about to receive the best present available, the destruction of the Potter brat. He walked down the streets of Godric's hollow toward the Potter house. He passed by door after door. A small child spotted him, screamed, and ran inside to her mother who dragged her child inside and slammed the door shut. People every where started to notice and recognize him. They ran indoors and scrambled out of the way. Voldemort smirked as children and adults fled in fear of being slaughtered or tortured. He watched the numbers of the houses as he passed. Counting until he found the correct house.
He walked right up to the door. Excitement peaked as he drew his wand. He blasted the door open and saw, to his great annoyance, James Potter playing with baby Harry. Lilly picked Harry up off the floor.
"It's him, take Harry and go, I'll hold him off!" James yelled. Lilly turned and vanished up the stairs. Voldemort laughed as James fumbled for his wand. Voldemort disarmed him. James seemed terrified but said,
"It doesn't matter that I'm wandless, I'll punch you right in your bloody nose!" Voldemort, fury rising up in his chest raised his wand and, with a lazy flick, he stole James's life.
James limp body fell to the floor.
"Serves you right, blood traitor." Voldemort mumbled to his lifeless corpse as he stared at it with disgust. He stepped over his body and started toward the stairs. He could hear things being pushed up against the door to a room on the second floor. He walked swiftly and purposefully toward the noise. He pointed his wand at the door and flicked it casually. The door blew apart and debris shot every where. Lily turned and dropped her baby into his crib before turning to face Voldemort again.
Voldemort remembered the promise he had made to one of his most trusted advisers, Severus Snape.
"Move aside, girl." He ordered.
"Not Harry, please, not Harry." Lilly begged.
"Step aside." Voldemort said.
"Not Harry, please, kill me instead, not Harry." Lilly pleaded with Voldemort.
"Step aside." Voldemort repeated. Lilly did not move, but continued to beg for her son's life. Voldemort thought back to the request of Severus Snape.
FLASH BACK
Snape entered the throne room of Lord Voldemort.
"Please, my lord," He asked kneeling. "My lord, please, I beg of you, show mercy to Lilly Eavens, please, my lord, do not kill her unless it is necessary, please." He pleaded, as he threw himself at the dark lord's feet. Snape looked pathetic on the floor in front of Voldemort's throne, where he was usually dignified and professional. Voldemort had taken pity on him.
"Yes, Severus. I will be lenient with the girl, I will only kill her if necessary." He complied to the begging.
"My lord, thank you, thank you." Snape gasped, still in a heap at Voldemort's feet.
END FLASH BACK
Voldemort raised his wand. This was completely necessary after all.
"Very well, girl." He flicked his wand again and Lily fell to the floor. Voldemort strode over to the crib. He pointed his wand at the young boy. He could tell Harry had no idea what was happening. He looked completely at ease. He even clapped his hands and giggled. 'Perhaps,' thought Voldemort, 'he thought that daddy was wearing a mask and just making more pretty lights. Perhaps he thought that mommy would pop up laughing at any moment.' Baby Harry stretched out his arms toward Lord Voldemort as though he wanted to be picked up.
Lord Voldemort had no idea what came over him. Maybe it was that Harry reminded him so much of himself. It could have been that Voldemort could not believe that such a weak, powerless thing could ever thwart him. It might even have been because Harry seemed so oblivious to the danger that Voldemort was to him. He didn't know why he felt compelled to help him. What ever the reason, he felt he needed to care for the boy. Anyway, what child could turn against his father, who cared for him. Voldemort picked him up and apparated, completely forgetting to set the dark mark over the house. When the two of them had returned to the death eater head quarters he carried Harry into his throne room, shut the door, and forbid anyone to come in for the rest of the night. He made another room for Harry, complete with a crib and tucked him into bed. Harry fell asleep quickly and Voldemort sat in silence, pondering what he had just done and why he did it.
FOUR YEARS LATER
An owl swooped down into the siting room of the Malfoy house clutching a letter in its beak. The letter was incased in a heavy envelope made of parchment, bearing a very royal looking seal. Lucius Malfoy opened the envelope. He looked at the slip of parchment in his hand. It read;
Dear Lucius,
I would like you to bring Draco to my home tomorrow at five P.M.
I know some one who would be very pleased to see him.
I also have a job for you to do which, I assure you, Draco has nothing to do with.
Your Master,
Lord Voldemort
Lucius looked up at his wife Narcissa who was holding five year old Draco Malfoy on her lap.
"What did he ask of you?" Narcissa asked him.
"He wants to see Draco." Lucius responded.
"What for?" Demanded Narcissa. Lucius shrugged. "You better take him any way." Narcissa sighed. Lucius picked Draco up and stood him on the floor. He tossed the parchment into the roaring fire in the fire place and walked swiftly out of the sitting room, Draco tottering quickly along in wake. After they got outside the house Lucius grasped his son's wrist and disapparated away. When the familiar darkness of apparation cleared they were standing in front of an old, iron gate with silver snakes coiling themselves around the bars.
They walked into the throne room some time later. When Lucius opened the door and pulled Draco along inside with him he was shocked to see a second, but much smaller, unoccupied throne standing next to where lord Voldemort sat.
"Thank you for coming my old friend." Voldemort said to Lucius as he bowed. "I have someone to introduce the two of you to. Come on out, Harry, say hello to our visitors." A young boy, about Draco's age with untidy, jet black hair and shocking green eyes outlined by round black glasses stepped, with much authority, out of the shadows beside Voldemort's throne. The boy looked remarkably like Voldemort and had the same air of command. Lucius came to a conclusion, a strange, impossible, amazing, wonderful, idea; this was the son of Lord Voldemort.