Truth and lies.
Chapter 1
I woke up one morning, covered in blood, my own blood No, someone else's blood.
The crimson liquid was staining my shirt and my skin.
There was a knife near me it to was covered in blood.
I finally did it I released my self from it all.
I looked in the mirror and saw a pale reflection.
My name is Raven Nagasaki, I'm 17 I have whitish silver hair, blue eye's, I'm very thin but I have a very strong build.
My family, I had a sister a mother and a father, I prefer to call them those people rather than family they don't deserve it.
My father who was never home, he was drunk and a sadistic basterd at that.
My mother was a woman who didn't care about anything but herself she was one of those people who was overly observant.
For her grades were everything but no matter how hard you tried it was never enough, if you didn't come first or wasn't involved in something she would give you a lecture on what would become of you if you continued like this.
My sister I hated her she was the good kid of the family she married a millionaire without even passing first grade properly.
Me I was just the troublemaker or the accident of the family.
I had no friends at school; my schoolwork took up most of my social life.
On weekends my father would come home drunk fight with my mom then take it out on me, a yell followed by a slap followed by a kick.
The usual weekend for me Raven Nagasaki.
I soon became aware of my surroundings and the life that was a possible future for me being second best forever.
No I wouldn't take it this had to stop.
I went to the gym a few time a week letting my grades slip, I leant how to fight armed and un armed, I was a very strong guy for my age I could easily kill several people unarmed, at least that's what my trainer said.
One night I got out my old pocketknife, my father came in to my room.
For once in his life he was sober.
"You idiot why don't you ever listen to me or your mother what's this I hear about you getting a C in most of your subjects and late assignments." Yelled the man.
"I listen to you and her all day, I have a life to you know maybe I don't want to get good grades." I snapped.
"How dare you tell us you don't want to do this after, we spent all these years making you what you are today." Said my father as he slapped me.
I felt a familiar sting in my cheek.
I fell to the floor from the impact.
I looked up at him and said 'I made my choices now you have to deal with them wither you like it or not."
He glared at me, his face was ridiculed with hatred and insanity, he prepared for another assault.
I knew that it was now or never, I jumped up and punched him in the jaw.
He stumbled out of my room and into the hall I followed him, my next punch caused him to trip and fall down the stairs.
He was temporarily stunned my mother came into the room yelling at me.
I had had enough I took out my knife she backed away I followed.
She whiled around to run but I managed to stab her in the leg she fell in a pool of blood sobbing and yelling at me.
I didn't notice if she was just yelling at me or pleading for mercy I didn't care.
I held up the knife to her face she was trembling at the sight of the blade.
I grabbed her by the hair, her throat was fully exposed I ran the blade across her neck a crimson line formed I heard a gasp behind me.
My father had witnessed the entire ordeal; finally I could finish what I started a few minutes ago.
He had a pleading look on his face; he was begging me to leave him alone.
No I had started this now I was going to finish it.
I turned to him; I could plainly see the terror in his eyes.
He was pale as death, I walked over to him I could hear him begging me to stop I heard the phrase I'm sorry in the plea but I didn't care.
The knife had a mind of its own I dug it deep into his chest I saw the light fade from his eye's.
I was finally free.
What happened next was what began my life as a servant of the Dark Lord.
I walked up to an old building it was in Knockturn alley, I heard shouting inside there were wizards and witches alike all dressed in Black the all had the same mark on there arms.
It was then I realized that this was the place of the Deatheater meetings, where the Dark Lord himself often came; I stood there in horror and Shock.
Suddenly I was grabbed form behind and dragged into the room full of the wizards they all gave me weird glares.
I was dragged into the room where a shadowy figure was standing; next to him there was a rat like man.
"We found this one outside, looking through the windows, he looks like a spy from the ministry." Said the tall man who was holding me from behind.
"Well, I wonder to what purpose they would send one so young?" Said a raspy snake like voice.
"A spy, No I'm not a spy I'm looking for a place to stay." I answered.
"Really, you don't have parents? You do know who I am?" Asked the man.
"I do know who you are you're the Dark Lord." I said.
"Ha, so many wizards tremble at my name and you seem to have no problem with talking to me as if this was a dinner conversation." Laughed the Dark Lord.
"Well I lets just say we have a few things in common." I said with a smile.
"What on earth can we have in common boy, I am the most feared of the wizarding world." Laughed Voldemort.
"I don't have parents any more." I said confidently.
"Why did they die in a car crash?" Smirked Voldemort.
"No, I killed them." I said holding up the blood-covered knife.
The Dark Lord seemed to be impressed by this, " What's your name boy? How old are you?" Asked the Dark Lord.
"My name is Raven; I'm 17" I said and gave a small bow.
"Hmm, well Raven I must say that I am impressed I made my first kill when I was about 20."Said Voldemort.
"I would like to join the Death Eaters." I said confidently.
"No, I have a better purpose for you, you shall be my personal servant." Said Voldemort.
I bowed down "As you wish Master" I said as the rat like man led me towards a dungeon chamber.
"Hello my dear boy my name is Peter, I am also a servant but I only get the information for him you will probably have to be his messenger or something" Said The rat like man.
"Are you an Animagus?" I asked.
"Yes, I turn into a rat hehe, Yes well I must go um lets see wake up, I'll wake you up if you need anything." He said as he walked up the stairs to the room they were in before.
I walked over to the creaky bed, and flopped down on it exhaustion had taken its toll tonight so he was instantly thrown into a black oblivion of dreams.
Authors noteHey people I hope you like da story sorry bout punctuation and stuff I suck at punctuation.
If your confused this takes place before Harry was born a few months before the Potters died and Sirius went to Azkaban.
The next chapter will be about how Raven discovers a few dark secrets and witnesses the fall of the Potters.