Since my mother tongue is the Portuguese I am pretty sure that this and futures chapters will have some ugly mistakes. Feel free to point them but try to let my pride in one piece! Reviews will be much appreciated!

Chapter 1:

Wormtail entered the huge yet dim hall. He has gulfing, trying to, without success, control his wilds jitters.

-You call me master?

- Yess. Approach to me Wormtail – answer a cold voice from the shadows of the opposite wall.

Now dodder uncontrollably Wormtail bow down:

I am at your service My Lord...

Contact Severus. I want him here now!

Y-Yes m-master! As you wish...I I will do that ri - right no- now!

Wormtail shrink against the murder look on his master face. Lord Voldemort hate stupid people and hate wait. So servants who make him wait because of stupid things are very high in his list of "What I will kill tomorrow".

Leaving the dark room as quickly as possible, Wormtail let his mind wander to what he was discovered yesterday...it seems that when, 15 years ago, Lord Voldemort was vanquished by baby Potter his original body died and the fragment of his soul inside of it was force to merge with one of the horcruxes. Nevertheless his now more complete soul was condemned to live in a no existence ,full of pain and loneliness.

Thereby when the ritual replace the body that the Dark Lord had lose so long ago, it was undefined, humanoid and efficient yes. But with no particular characteristics... except for the eyes. Just like a new born. A flat sheet ready to be writing. Therefore, now, two years later, his master body had adjusted to his soul and in the place of the horrible monster that hunt the sleep of enemies and allies in the same ratio was the young and alluring Tom Riddle. He seem to be about 19 years...the age that he have split his soul for the second time... at least this was what he had listening Lucius and Severus talk about before he have been discover, harry and expel.

Wormtail waggle his head trying to return to the present. Now thigs make a bit more sense, albeit he still doesn't know what the hell is a horcrux...anyway that doesn't matter to him...all that is important to him is how to survive here. And about this he only know one thing: it didn't matter what veneer his master has. His aura, his latent power, the menace and the total control he have over his Death Eaters hadn't change.

Although that now all them have to listening to Bellatrix' ramblings about the perfect face of the Dark Lord and howmagnectic his personality is and - and how smart, beautiful, gracious and SEXY he is! For MERLIN's sake! No one is interesting in her opinion about their master! No one is dying to know what she doesevery night while moan HIS name! There is Silencio charms for a reason! Hum!

I mean he, Peter Pettigrew, is also kind of cute! He also deserves some lustful looks! Why nobody look at him? Is everybody blind?

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In the throne room a small smirk spreads in the Dark Lords face while he listening to the grumblings of his bondman.

The time had arrived. All the preparations have been taken...just a little detail was missing...but soon enough all will be set.

The boy...the boy has made him lose all his little patience. Harry had become a truly obsession. More intense and fierce than is search for immortality had been, a clear prove of his despair. Alas! He even dreams with the boy! He dreams with the boy every fucking night! And for a weird reason those dreams don't include the bloody death that he wishes for the little minx!

In the last years he had stop everything, all the havoc, well the useful and with purpose, all the subtle and important manipulations, all his minute plans...EVERYTHING! And, of course during the pat he ruined the work of years! All this just to try put his hands on Potter! Yet didn't matter what, the boy always slip between his fingers!

But this is about to change...after all HE IS Lord Voldemort and Lord Voldemort always get what he wants.

Yessss – smile – soon you will be mine, Harry Potter!