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Chapter 1

Foundation

A foundation of lies; upon his re-entrance to the wizarding world at the age of eleven, Harry Potter's vision was clouded by the lies of Albus Dumbledore and his following. Looking back, Harry could not believe how gullible he had been, lured and bound in the trap of falsity. He first began to see the lies at the beginning of his fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A number of events occurred that year, and the following, as Harry's vision gradually cleared. The final straw came at the end of his fifth year. Sirius had died. When Sirius talked with him, Harry knew that he was being told at least the partial truth, other times there were subjects that Sirius either would not or could not talk about. Sirius genuinely cared for Harry that much he could tell. After the Department of Mysteries, Dumbledore believed that Harry was more under his control than ever before. He told the final lie, a prophecy that had never been made. Harry vowed that he would never again place himself in the control of Albus Dumbledore.

That summer, before his sixth year at Hogwarts, many changes happened. There was only one person who Harry knew would tell him the story straight, he needed a way to get in contact. Taking a risk, he went to in search of her, and he would be forever thankful for that risk. She had granted Harry immunity until he reached him, the anti-Dumbledore as Harry frequently thought of him.

"Mr Potter," A snake like voice had hissed, "What a surprise! I was under the impression that Albus Dumbledore had you eating out of the palm of his hand, and perhaps I am yet correct. Speak Mr Potter." The voice had commanded.

"I am no ones puppet my Lord. I shall not eat out of anyone's hand like some common ass, or dog, or cow." Harry hissed back, speaking parseltongue.

Voldemort had stepped out from his place in the shadow of the mantelpiece. The fire illuminated his features with its dancing flames. He stood there studying Harry for several long moments before his lips curled up into what might have been a smile. "Yes, I can see now. Harry Potter, I do believe that you are a snake in a lions skin." He'd looked to Harry as if expecting him to protest. Harry did not, but smirked and winked at Voldemort. "Now I do believe that there were a few items of discussion you wanted to present to me. Why?"

"From the moment I re-entered this world, I have been told so few truths that I do not know them from the lies. You are everything that Albus Dumbledore hates, and therefore, you are the one person I trust to tell me the truth."

Voldemort was silent for a minute, contemplating, and then he began to speak. " Seventeen years ago, I inducted three Death Eaters to my family. There were others that year, yes, but these three were significant. They were very much like you in some ways. Very powerful, very smart, and no one saw what he or she truly was, just the mask they wore. James Potter, Lily Evans, and Sirius Black had just finished Hogwarts when they came to me. They had heard of my vision for the future of the wizarding world from Lily's friend Severus Snape, and held strong beliefs that it was the path best for our protection and survival.

"I did not kill your parents, Harry. A few months previous the three of them had infiltrated the Order of the Phoenix. Then Dumbledore found out their true loyalties. Enraged that they had fooled him, he sought them out and killed them. When they were gone he turned his wand on you, but the spell would not touch you but to leave a scar. He modified your memories to make you believe that it was I who did it, that's why you used to hear me when the dementors got too close. He blew apart your house and came after me, and ripped me from my body. When Sirius found out about the murder of his best friends, he chased after Dumbledore. Sirius wasn't meant to still care for you, but the memory charm performed on him was incomplete. He wound up in Azkaban." He stopped talking, letting Harry process what he had been hearing.

"What is your vision?" Harry asked after a very long silence. "As in for the future of our world."

"I am guessing that you have been told that I aim to rid the world of muggles. That is not true. What I aim to do is create greater separation between them and us, keep contact as minimal as possible. We can identify magic in an infant at birth. When this is identified, we modify the parent's memories of the child and remove it from the muggle world. All accidental magic would be in a controlled and safe environment. I don't permit murder because a being is there, only if they pose a threat to our security, safety, and anonymity. Stricter laws need to be passed for the dealing with infractions of the International Statute of Secrecy."

Harry bowed his head in respect as he spoke. "I know that we have both seen some of the worst that the muggle world could throw at us. I agree with you, as my parents did. While I am no ones puppet my Lord, I may be a willing helper. You have my gratitude and my service."

There could be no mistaking the smile that had then spread across Voldemort's face then. "Roll up your left sleave Harry." He approached Harry and placed the tip of his wand to the pale skin of his forearm. "Welcome to my family Harry." The Dark Mark had branded itself onto Harry's skin.

That had been over a year ago now. After that day, Voldemort, Tom as he'd asked Harry to call him, had taken in Harry as a grandson of sorts, as his son Severus Snape then took Harry in as his own adoptive son with legal documentation. They had both trained him that summer in the Dark Arts, potions, occlumency, legilimency, and he was a double animagus, lion and snake. Towards the end of the summer all three of them had made a potion to restore Tom's youthful face. Now Tom could pass as his true grandfather and Sev's true father. He would spend all of his free time with her, Bellatrix Lestrange. Though she was his parent's age, they soon fell in love with each other. Now they had been engaged for six months.

His family was ever growing. Tom his surrogate grandfather, Severus his adoptive father, Bellatrix his fiancé, the Malfoy's his soon to be in-laws, and soon their child would make its appearance to the world.

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