Disclaimer: I don't own the ANYTHING. If I did it would be a slashy paradise.
Authors Note: HEE HEE! This idea is currently only half formed in my mind. I wonder what is going to happen... Are you all ready? Grab your seat belts, lets go.
The Dark Lord, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, The-Evil-Snake-Dude was scared. Terrified even. Why? Because the man-in-the-suit went away and left a little boy in his lair-hem-home. Lord Voldemort stared in the eyes of a ten year old boy.
But lets watch this from the perspective of little Jet now-Riddle. About a week ago his mom fell asleep and wouldn't wake up and he didn't have to go to school! Then people cried and cried and then Mr. LookAtMeI'mSoSmart took him away and they went in a plane and it was SO boring and then he got a suitcase and now he was in a HUGE house with the man who was supposedly his father. Jet stared into the eyes of the super pale guy.
The new 'family', pause for squeals, stared at each other.
"Um.. Hi"
At the sound of the child's voice the Dark Lord screeched on the inside and had to fight an urge not to hide behind the sofa. He was not a Gryffindor for a reason.
"Hello." Then summoning all of his courage (he was the Dark Lord, dammit) he continued, "I am Lord Voldemort. You will respect me. My name is Tom Riddle. Jet, I am your father."
"Oh," Pause, "So, can I call you Daddy, or what."
Author- Watcha think of my first chappy? OHMIGOSH SO MUCH IS GOING TO HAPPEN NEXT CHAPPY! Wanna hint? First sentence of next chappy: 10 years later... You all excited? Good. The more reviews I get, the more plot bunnies I'll catch.
