Title: Young Lord

Chapter One: One and a Half

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, so please don't sue me

Info: I am a free writer, I am not on a schedule, so updates will be infrequent, don't like don't read

Info: There may be graphic depiction of various subjects some people may be uncomfortable with, such as sex, death, and betrayal. Don't like, don't read.

Info: The main character may participate in extra-marital relations such as polygamy, but there will be no homosexuality (no slash in this story).

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At the end of October, the village of Godric's Hollow was blanketed in a beautiful sheet of snow. The village was small, but it was quaint and the people were kind and just for the most part. There was a variety of shops that sold everything from potions, to clothing, as well as materials for mundane purposes.

The Potter family had taken refuge there in order to escape a mad man who was on the hunt for them. He, for reasons that they had not been told, was hunting them down like a blood hound does its prey. At first James Potter believed the man was hunting for him, and was hoping to lure him away from his family, but soon found out a much more haunting truth.

The mad man was hunting his newborn son. His child had been born a year ago and they quickly went into hiding soon after. He along with his wife were stumped as to why the Dark Lord was hunting down their son, Albus Dumbledore had not told them, so they had just assumed that their son would be incredibly powerful in the future, or the Dark Lord wanted him for some disturbing ritual he had in his mind.

With powerful enchantments, charms, and other spells protecting them they were fairly certain that they were safe, but unfortunately they were wrong, oh so wrong.

One day, on the thirty first of the month, a cloaked figure entered Godric's Hollow. He walked slowly through the snow enjoying the sound of snow under his boots and the feeling of hunting his prey. It was no secret to his followers that he enjoyed the hunt almost as much as he did the deed.

He had found out from an ironic, yet pitiful source that the Potters were in Godric's Hollow. It didn't take more than ten seconds under the Cruciatus Curse to get the useless rat Peter Pettigrew to tell him where the Potters were hiding.

To his shock (at their stupidity) the Potters had actually used Peter for their secret keeper. This had the added bonus of him not having to try and break through the Black Family wards (Something that not even he was sure he could do at the moment) to kill Sirius Black.

After a bit of persuasion Voldemort had learned that it had been Dumbledore who cast the spell that prevented anyone from finding the Potters, but he knew that Dumbledore was not as many perceived him to be, and suspected that he may have left a window for him to exploit.

Of course being the Dark Lord didn't mean he could just take a day off of work to do a bit of hunting. He had to deal with all the wants and pleas of the various dark families that supported and financed his ambitions (though they knew he wasn't scared to harm them should they get to demanding), keep the aurors off of his and his soldier's backs, and plain raids for his men as well.

The most challenging part of his job was Bellatrix Lestrange. It was obvious the woman held some kind of either romantic or physical attraction to him and was not above showing it at ever chance she got. She lathered him with compliments (all of which he believed he deserved, but it was still annoying being told every second of ever day how great you are) and would offer to do anything he asked repeatedly which was below how a pure blood to act. It was almost like she would enjoy being a house elf if she could make him happy.

Voldemort did not really understand happiness, love, or other positive emotions like that. He suspected that he had been born with the Narcissistic Personality Disorder. He didn't feel that this was his fault, as he never was able to feel bad for his actions or the actions that he brought forth in others, but it did bother him that he couldn't even feel anything for another human being.

He had heard countless times how beautiful Bellatrix Lestrange was, but no matter how hard he tried to feel something for her all he could see was her worth to him as a Death Eater. He assumed that his only chance to feel anything for anyone was if he was struck so hard by love that it literally forced him to acknowledge it.

Voldemort stopped in the middle of the snow covered street and looked up into the dark sky and watched for a moment as snowflakes fell from the sky. It was weird how he could enjoy nature (To a limited degree) but he could not find any satisfaction from his own race (Apart from torturing, killing, destroying, and robbing them).

The snowcapped village with their dim lights and cozy atmosphere reminded him of his time at Hogwarts, the only place and time he had ever felt at home. It would need to be conquered he had told himself so many times. He had convinced his followers, not that he had to, that Hogwarts was a strategic location that should be taken in order for them to completely take control of the United Kingdom, but in truth he just wanted to go back to feel those feelings again.

When he stopped he looked up and saw the home that he had been searching for and put on a sadistic grin knowing that the fun was about to begin. In killing others, he had learned that he could remove the feelings of doubt and annoyance with a euphoric rush surrounded by high pitched screams and bright green light.

The house was fairly large, nothing compared to the massive manors that the purebloods lived in, but it was still very nice for a hideaway home. The walls were a deep brown color with a white back splash with large windows going along all sides of the house. The windows were white with brown wooden crisscrossing thin planks that fit will with the home. The roof looked like it needed to be reshingled, but it was an old house so things like that were not uncommon. It didn't have much of a yard, maybe two yards of feet in all directions before the yard ended with a low stone wall that marked the end of their property.

It was a warm home that looked like it would be nice to raise a family in, but unfortunately he wasn't here for hot coffee and a story. He was here to kill himself some light wizards if he got in his way.

Slowly Voldemort walked up to the front of the house and stepped onto the porch. He thought about blowing down the door in a dramatic manor, but he felt a bit of mirth today, so he reached out and pressed the doorbell.

Oh how he could not wait to see the looks on their faces when they saw who was really at their door.

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The doorbell rang and James Potter, a handsome man in his mid-thirties walked towards it wondering what was going on. He wasn't expecting any visitors and he was sure that if his wife was expecting someone she would have let him know.

An uneasy feeling set in his bones as he grabbed his wand and held it close by his side. He walked through the living room and gazed tentatively out the peak hole. The problem was it was so dark he couldn't see who it was.

He thought quickly and grasped the doorknob firmly as he held onto his wand ready for anything. His breath was a bit shaken, but for some reason an ominous feeling had settled around him. He didn't know what was going on, but he didn't like it at all.

"Who is there" called out James as he held onto the door, heart racing through his chest like the energizer bunny, as sweat started to form on his brow.

"Honey what are you doing?"

James turned around and saw his beautiful wife looking at him with a bit of amusement as well as a fair deal of curiosity. He figured it was only natural that you would be curious if you found your husband talking to a door with his wand out like he was going to attack it. It wasn't the first time Lily had caught James doing something embarrassing after all.

"The doorbell rang and I am trying to figure out who is on the other end" spoke James as he looked back at the door with some trepidation before looking back at his wife. "You wouldn't happen to be expecting anyone where you?"

It was easy to see that James was hopping that she had been expecting someone. Only someone from the Order, someone they let in, or someone Peter let in could approach their house. If Lily had given Peter permission to let someone in then maybe this was a friendly, not an enemy.

Lily looked surprised but quickly shook her head causing her red hair to more about with her. She had known they were being hunted by possibly the greatest Dark Lord to ever live so she had not even dared try and communicate with someone on the outside for fear of information falling into the wrong hands.

She still wasn't happy about a lot of things, namely Dumbledore being the one who cast the spells when she was a certified, and highly skilled, enchantress. She was also very unhappy about the switch of secret keepers from someone they knew that they could trust to literally die to protect them, like Sirius, to someone who would fold over which cereal he wanted, like Peter. There was something fishy in the air, and it was all pointing back to Dumbledore. He was the one who had suggested it after all.

"Huh, that is weird. Wonder…"

"BOOM!"

The door that James had been holding onto exploded in a bright yellow and red light sending James, the door, and pieces of it and the floor into the opposing wall. Their place here the door had been was now a giant circular area with a good section of the stone floor missing as well.

James pulled himself out of the rubble and winced a bit feeling small pieces of wood that had lodged themselves inside of his body. His ears were ringing and although he could see his wife fussing over him and probably shouting at the top of her lungs, he still couldn't hear her.

Lily had no idea what was going on and at first she was in shock as she had never expected her front door to literally explode. She had stood still all of five second before she ran over to the area where her husband had been sent flying through the air and then later crashed into a wall.

She saw that he was bleeding from the impact on the wall as well as the damage done to him by the initial blast sending wood bits into his flesh. They were all superficial wounds that could be healed fairly easily with a doctor, but they would slow him down a great deal, something she was sure would not be in their best interests.

Slowly a dark figure walked through the new entrance and entered the room. His black cloak billowed a bit in the nightly wind as he stood before the two senior Potters for a moment. He saw the muggleborn fussing over the pureblood and couldn't help but sneer. This was what was becoming of their society. Purebloods were getting weaker due to these mudbloods. Well he wasn't about to stand around and let it continue. No he was the answer, and he knew the solution.

When James looked past his wife to the entrance of their home which was now destroyed his heart nearly stopped beating all together. Standing before him was no doubt the Dark Lord. His body may be cloaked in a black cloak, but those burning red eyes so filled with hate that shown through the darkness could belong to none other than the infamous Dark Lord.

James instantly grabbed his wife and tried to push her away. He couldn't hear what she was saying but he knew that he was shouting at the top of his longs. He didn't want her to go, nobody was not scared of death, especially the long and painful death the Dark Lord would no doubt give, but he feared for his son's safety more than he did his own, and so he was eventually able to get his wife to leave him to go take care of Harry.

Lilly had no idea what her husband was doing. He needed help if he wanted to stand any chance against the Dark Lord, but he kept shouting at her to go get Harry and run. She didn't want to leave her husband. He was the one she loved and had chosen to be her husband, but greater couples in both power and experience had stood up to the Dark Lord and fallen. She hated to admit defeat. It was one of her fatal flaws. But she knew that their chances were low.

Eventually she did as her husband asked and left him to run up the stairs to grab their son. She had tears rushing down her eyes as she ran up the stairs, knowing that this was more than likely the last time she would see her husband on this plain of existence, but was able to steel her nerves with the thought of training her son to take his and her vengeance on the Dark Lord in the future.

Voldemort watched the little scene go down with rapt interest. He always enjoyed phycology, and being a vicious murderer he got to watch as humans did exactly as he had always known them to be. When confronted with a powerful enemy humans experience the fight of flight response.

It was always interesting to watch and he had taken it up as a game or a challenge to see which ones he could force to happen, guess which one would happen, or a variety of the two. He had seen great couple with strong love for one another, or that is what he had been told he really couldn't tell, abandon one another to save their own skin. He had also seen couples that fought with each other nearly nonstop lay their lives down protecting one or the other.

His favorite though was when one was willing to die for the other, but then they discovered the other didn't feel the same way, leaving them abandoned to fight the Dark Lord, AKA himself. It was fun taunting these people and seeing them break down emotionally as the so called love of their lives abandoned them to such a cruel fate. In all fairness to those people though he did give them a quick death, and those that ran always wished that they had never been born, or had at least taken their own lives before he got ahold of them.

"It looks like your mudblood has abandoned you, Potter" spoke Voldemort with a sneer and a sadistic look on his face. "Guess she wasn't so perfect after all."

He wasn't expecting James Potter to start to chuckle. He has seen people so overwhelmed just by the mere sight of him (added to his reputation) snap under the mere thought of being one of his victims. As much fun as that was, Voldemort knew this wasn't the case. Potter was far too strong magically and mentally for something like that to happen to him.

"You wouldn't be able to understand" spoke James causing Voldemort to growl with annoyance, "You're just a monster with neither a heart nor a soul."

Now that was both ironic and infuriating. Oh Voldemort knew that he had a soul. He had used far more than James Potter could ever imagine, but the heartless thing did bug him. It wasn't his fault he was born without empathy. How was he supposed to comprehend these things that have bothered him since child hood if he just couldn't connect with others?

James thought that he could catch Voldemort off guard. He seemed to be caught up in some kind of mental debate with himself so he sent a quick cutting curse his way. It pissed him off when Voldemort casually flicked his wand and batted his spell away like it was nothing.

"Oh, attacking with someone isn't ready, how very…. Slytherin of you, potter" spoke the Dark Lord with a hissing sound at the end.

"I am nothing like you or those filthy snakes of yours!" James Potter was a full supporter of the Light Side; he wasn't about to be insulted by being compared to the Dark Lord's followers.

The Dark Lord started to laugh. It was a high pitched laugh that bellowed his cruelty and the frigid coldness of his soul. Just the sound sent shivers up James's spine.

"Oh yes, how could I forget? You are Dumbledore's faithful lab, always believing what the old fool says without even thinking for yourself" spoke Voldemort with a sneer. "If you had any brains in that head of yours, though I doubt it coming from a Gryffindor, you would see how Slytherin your so called Leader of the Light really is."

Before James could comprehend what the Dark Lord meant he was pressured by Voldemort's ruthless and relentless attacks. It took all of his experience and skills in order to just defend himself. He was worried. If this monster was this strong, and he suspected he was just being toyed with at the moment, then he couldn't imagine anyone, even Dumbledore, being able to kill him.

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Up in Harry's bedroom the one-year-old watched as his mother ran into the room and started to look for something. She kept muttering about something called a Portkey, but he had no idea what that was, and just watched his mother with interest.

He had been woken up by a loud banding sound coming from down stairs and stood up looking for whatever caused it. He had no real idea what was going on, he was only one after all, but he could tell just by the way his mother was moving that something was wrong.

Eventually though the explosions and rocking sounds got louder and louder before someone shouted out "Avada Kadavra" followed by the sound of something slowly falling to the ground creating a deft impacting sound.

Harry heard his mother let out a sad sound as she covered her mouth with her hand and let a few tears fall down her face. He wanted to comfort her, though his thought process wasn't that complex, but still it was the feelings that counted.

After the weird words were heard by Harry and his mother, Harry's mother pulled out a knife and cut some weird marking onto her arms and let the blood start to flow. She quickly pulled her long sleeves over her bleeding arms and walked over to him. She leaned down and started to whisper sweat nothing into his ear while silent tears fell down from her face.

In another bright flash of light, this time a florescent green color, the doo to Harry's room was destroyed and a dark hooded man walked into the room. Harry thought it was his dad trying to play with him for a moment, but when he saw those red eyes he knew that this man was not his dad, again Harry's thought process isn't that advanced, just a feeling based system really.

"Move aside silly girl" spoke the man in a demeaning tone as he looked down on them. He was holding a weird white stick and pointing it at them.

His mother refused to move and started to plead with the strange man, but no matter what she said Harry could see in his eyes that he was not going to stop whatever it was he was going to do, and for some reason he got the feeling that he was actually enjoying whatever it was that he was doing.

"Stupid girl" spoke the man as he pointed his wand at Lilly Potter. "Avada Kadavra" shouted the man right before a bright green light shot out of his stick and into his mother's back.

Harry watched as his mother slouched over onto the ground and didn't move. He didn't know what was going on, but something told him that he didn't like it. He scrunched up his face and looked at the red eyed man with something akin to anger, though he didn't notice the tingling in his heart, that wasn't there naturally.

"Oh, so even children no try to stand before me hmm? Well I will just have to teach you how to respect your betters, you filthy half-blood" shouted the Dark Lord as he pointed his wand at Harry and unleashed another killing curse. His blood turned to ice when he saw the green light reflect off of the boy's forehead and come back towards him.

Harry watched with glee as the man who tried to hurt him let loose a high pitched squeal of pain as the green light collided with him. It was interesting to watch as the man flew backwards and hit the adjacent wall right before his body started to turn to dust.

When the body had turned to dust something started to swirl in the dust right before some kind of white mist rose up with a face on it. It screamed bloody murder as well, and tried to leave, but it was like something was holding it back. In its pain it tried to fight against this and a small piece of it wrapped off and flew towards Harry, popping him right in the forehead where the scar had been. After that the weird ghost thing flew away out into the darkness leaving Harry inside a destroyed home.

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A few hours had passed since the destruction of the Dark Lord, not that many knew that yet, when a giant man on a motorcycle showed up in front of the house and quickly got off of it. He ran towards the house, causing the snow on the ground to bounce up thanks to his heavy footsteps.

He cried loudly when he found the dead bodies of Lilly and James Potter. It took everything that he had to tear himself away from them and go see if their child had survived like Dumbledore had suspected he would.

Hagrid was so relieved when he found baby Harry laying in his crib wrapped up in a cocoon of blankets sleeping soundly in his bed. He gently lifted the boy up and noticed that he was a bit dirty, but that wasn't exactly something he cared about right then. He was just happy that Lilly and James's son had survived.

He quickly got to searching for the Dark Lord's wand when he realized that it was missing. The ashes that were left behind were also disturbed, but where it was because of the wind now that there was no roof, or someone else he could not be certain.

Eventually Hagrid just assumed that the wand of the Dark Lord had been destroyed along with the rest of him so he packed baby Harry up and put him in his side car. Soon they were both flying over London and off towards Harry's new home.

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Albus Dumbledore and Minevera McGonagall were standing on the side of the road discussing various things, though they had been in a somewhat heated debate over what Albus intended on doing with the boy who had literally saved not only magical Britain, as well as the mundane one while still only being a year old.

Dumbledore insisted that the boy go live with his aunt and uncle, but McGonagall was firmly against this. She had been Lilly Potter nee Evan's head of house as well as magical guardian when she had first entered the magical world up to the point she graduated and in all that time she had heard plenty from Lilly to know that her sister and husband hated anything that was abnormal. She just couldn't figure out why the man wanted to send such a special boy to live in such a horrid place.

"I have already told you professor, the boy cannot grow up in the magical world, his fame would ruin him turning him into a slimy abomination that would feel he was better than others just because of something that happened when he was a baby" spoke Dumbledore, trying to convince McGonagall, who he had purposefully not told about his plans for this same reason, why he had to give Harry to these people.

"And your alternative is leaving him with these horrid people who would emotionally beat him down until he was nothing but an apologetic mess who didn't believe he could do anything right" demanded McGonagall with a stern look on her face.

'That is kind of the point' thought Dumbledore.

Before they could continue their argument Hagrid showed up on his flying motorcycle and passed off a sleeping Harry Potter to a grinning Albus Dumbledore. Professor McGonagall was not happy, but did not say anything further.

"Sorry professor, He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named's wand was not in the house" spoke Hagrid as he got off the motorcycle. "I think that it was destroyed right along the dirty monster!"

"It is quite alright" spoke Dumbledore. He knew that he needed to see if there was some sort of relationship between the two wands made from Fawkes' tail feathers. Having the wand would make things easier but not impossible. He would just need to factor in this little hiccup.

"Why is he all dirty and covered in ash" asked McGonagall as she inspected the boy.

"Not sure really mam" spoke Hagrid as he scratched his bearded chin. "The house was greatly destroyed, so maybe some of the degree landed on him."

"It is nothing to worry about" spoke Dumbledore as he placed Harry in a basket and left him on the Dursely's porch. "I am sure his aunt and uncle will be happy to clean him up."

After that they all left and the Dursely's reluctantly took the boy in.

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Inside of his broom closet under the stairs green eyes opened and the blanket that was surrounding baby Harry fell open to reveal a long white wand that looked like it had been made of bone. With a quick grin on his small face the boy lifted up the wand and his eyes started to glow an ominous killer curse green color.

[Five Years Later]

Harry sat at a dining table while eating the meal that his servant Petunia made for him as she, her husband, and her fat lard of a son stood off to the side waiting on to serve their master with whatever he may need. It was an odd sight to behold, but to Harry it was normal.

Now one may ask themselves why two adults and a fat kid who was still just a child were waiting on a boy of six hand and foot like they were his slaves and he was their lord and master. Well to answer that you would have to look back on Harry's childhood or more specifically the moment a mad man by the title Lord Voldemort attempted to kill him after he had killed Harry's parents.

On the night of Harry's one-year birthday a man rushed into their home and killed Harry's father instantly. He then moved on to kill Harry's mother who refused to get out of his way so that he could kill Harry. This led to him killing her as well but then when he tried to use the same spell to kill Harry as he had done to both Harry's mother and father something interesting happened. The moment Voldemort's spell hit Harry it reflected and hit him destroying his mortal form and leaving Harry safe, for the most part.

Now that didn't really explain how Harry, a young six-year-old boy, could warp and manipulate the minds of his aunt, uncle, and cousin as he had done. The real reason Harry was able to do that was because a piece of Voldemort's being ripped from Voldemort the night he tried to kill Harry and fused with Harry's.

This in many ways was both funny and ironic at the same time. The dark lord who was attempting to stop someone from rising up to defeat him, and more than likely take his place, had just given that child all 50+ years of his own memories as well as many of his powers and strengthened the boy's magic, as well as his control, even further.

Now with all of those memories inside of Harry, 'Harry' ceased to be as he couldn't be considered a child anymore, at least mentally. He realized that he was not Voldemort, but he had all his memories but only had a year's worth of memories of his own, so Harry decided to bide his time and think about what he should do. He did know he wanted his, or really Voldemort's, wand.

It didn't take long for a giant of a man, far taller than the door was tall to enter the wreckage of a house and pick him up. Harry didn't want to admit it but compared to the cold of where he was thanks to there being no roof after the explosion that had been caused by the dark lord the room was subjugated to the freezing temperatures of the outside and let me tell you Northern Britain during the winter was a frozen bitch.

The man wrapped Harry up in a thick warm blanket and carried him outside. That was the last time Harry saw his mother and father and based on what he was feeling in his heart and the memories he had just received Harry knew he was feeling sadness, anger, and loneliness. Eventually the gentle giant placed him in a side car on the side of a motorcycle and roared off into the dark sky.

It took a while but eventually they landed down in a quiet neighborhood where an old man who looked like father time was standing and a cat that transformed into a woman who looked like she had just smelled a charred body was standing. The old man took Harry from the giant and looked like he was about to raise his wand but then looked over at the old woman and seemed to decide against whatever he was going to do. That was when Harry realized he didn't like this guy at all, though that may be all the years of prejudice his predecessor had for the man.

They dropped Harry off at his aunt and uncle's house for god knows what reason. The only thing Harry could figure was because they were his relatives and that was the only reason. They didn't leave him out in the cold like he would have expected them to when he was three and took him in but then they put him in a dank dark cupboard and left him in there. The cupboard was full of spiders and cob webs but Harry knew they wouldn't bother him.

It only took a few days for Harry to realize his aunt and uncle didn't just dislike him they hated him. His aunt tried to feed him warm water instead of milk which was full of nutrients that babies needed for brain development. That didn't fly at all and using Legilimency, though very week and limited, though it worked great on his narrow minded aunt, Harry was able to get them to get him the best milk money could buy. His uncle would through a fit about it but Harry would subtly use his mind's power and soon his uncle would be as cool as a cucumber.

The first year of Harry's stay with his aunt and uncle was strengthening both the power of his magic and the control he had over it. Harry knew that by practicing wandless magic the control he gained from this skill would transfer over to a wand. After all a wand only increased the power and control one had over a wand. That meant that the higher control without a wand equaled higher control with one. He learned and used everything Voldemort had given him to grow more powerful. Harry hated Voldemort with a passion for stealing his family and that drove him on as the dark passion in his heart for some form of revenge grew stronger with each passing year.

Harry saw the memories as a type of trade off for his parent's life and Voldemort's weakened stage but it was still a crappy trade off. He realized how angry he was and just like Voldemort he too would have to grow up without the love of a real family.

Over the years Harry grew more powerful. During the nights he would relive Voldemort's memories like dreams and he was Voldemort himself in all of them. He learned quickly and adapted even faster than Voldemort did.

Eventually Harry's power grew and his knowledge grew many times faster. Soon Harry was powerful enough to bind his aunt and uncle as well as his stupid cousin to his will like the fools they were. Harry had gotten tired of his uncle Vernon trying to pour rat poison in his tea, his aunt putting flammable substances on his light bulbs, and his cousin and his retarded friends trying to bully him out of whatever he had at the moment so one night he broke his uncle's mind down and then 'reprogramed' it into something Harry found more suitable to him and his needs.

He had Vernon hold down Petunia next and then did the same to her. Finally, it was Duddly's turn and man did he squeal like a little pig that wasn't allowed to go to the market. Soon his family was much more bearable. To make sure that they were all under his perfect control he placed dark runes on their bodies to make sure his control was absolute, even when he was not there.

They cooked, cleaned, bought him what he wanted, and generally did whatever he wanted. Of course things had to appear normal so Harry made it so every time they were not in the house they could be more normal as the muggles called it and were allowed to have their own interests and hobbies but when Harry wanted something they knew to drop what they were doing and comply with their master's orders.

"Is everything to your liking my lord?" His aunt Petunia was pleased that Harry seemed to like her cooking. She had taken a cooking class to improve her skills as well as broaden her knowledge on various recipes to please her master.

"Yes it is acceptable. You will continue to go to these cooking classes of yours and will make me even better food in the future." It wasn't a question, or a request; it was an order and even more than that it was a fact. Harry's word to these people was law and they loved it. Harry knew so many different types of mind altering magic that it would scare anyone besides himself and Voldemort though he couldn't employ his powers at the moment.

"Thank you my lord for the compliment and I will do as you command" spoke Petunia as she began to clear up the table and started to wash the dishes right away. She knew her master didn't like seeing the house looking like animals lived there so she put her heart and soul into keeping it clean for him. He even had a cute little nick name for her. He called her his "cute little house elf". She didn't know what it meant but she was sure it was a compliment so she worked even harder for him.

"Vernon, go to work and drop off Duddly. I can't stomach to look at him any longer." Harry had given these people free will, though their minds had been altered to serve him they could still be themselves and do things that they liked so long as it didn't annoy Harry or get in his way. Duddly's favorite pass time was eating it seemed and boy was he huge. Harry had wondered how he hadn't popped so far quit a few times.

"Yes my lord" spoke uncle Vernon as he stood up having already eaten breakfast so Petunia could set up the table with their finest silverware and china dishes. Harry was their master so he shouldn't have to eat with the lower classes. That and he shouldn't have to eat like them either. He grabbed Duddly and they walked out of the room so that they could go about their day.

Harry smiled as he was technically home schooled by his aunt Petunia. It was a pain in the ass getting it all settled but eventually it was done and Harry didn't have to worry about the muggle government snooping around anymore. He wasn't about to waste his precious time in a muggle school where he was already smarter in muggle subjects like math, science, history, etc. then most professors.

Harry had actually gotten Vernon a raise at his job. It wasn't an act of kindness more of an act of necessity. When Harry demanded that they get a new car because the one they had didn't have three rows, one row for Petunia and Vernon in the front, the center row for Harry, and the back for Duddly so Harry didn't have to sit next to the giant of a boy. Vernon told Harry he would have to take out a second mortgage on the house if they wanted to do that. Harry wasn't happy but then he demanded that Vernon take him to his job immediately. Vernon didn't wish to cross his master so he did what he was ordered to do. Three hours later and Harry was walking out of Vernon's boss's office and told Vernon that he got a large raise and a promotion. Now they had enough money for Harry to do what as he pleased.

The last five years had passed like this. Harry would practice and improve his magic every day and would not make the same mistakes Voldemort did as he fumbled around learning the dark arts and mutated himself so badly. Harry's power grew by the day and his skills and knowledge grew even faster. There were some things that Harry couldn't do. It was only now that he could not use a wand that he came to appreciate what an enormous help it was. The boost in power and control was quite shocking.

While Harry did have the advantage of memories, it was still not an instant process for him to learn and control his magic. He could know how gravity worked, but it didn't mean he was able to control it, and like gravity, magic was a very powerful force.

Magic was a force of nature in which magicians and witches created within themselves and were blessed with the power to control it to an extent. Voldemort had been very blessed with large amounts of magic, strong magic and great control of his magic at an early age. For these reasons alone he was known as a prodigy like no other.

That being said even Voldemort was not just able to learn and master any magic he laid his eyes upon. Magic was a dangerous element that was highly volatile. Forcing magic to do anything would more than likely get you killed, but not being able to control magic was liable to get many people killed.

In the same sense Harry had to learn to control his magic and learn to manipulate it to his will. Magic was like a wild dragon as it could never be truly tamed. Wizards could control it to an extent true, but they had nowhere near the control over it that they wanted others to think.

For these reasons the Ministry kept a close watch on all underage magic users. Thankfully Harry was not eleven yet, and there for the tracer that the ministry would activate upon his eleventh birthday would not be able to interfere with his practice of magic. Harry had made a note to remove such a troublesome thing before he turned eleven, after all he didn't need his servants trying to rise against him when they believed he would be unable to use magic against them anymore.

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One day while eating Harry began to question why he had ended up in the Dursley household. He knew that Lupin could not take him in considering he was labeled a dark creature. That being said there were plenty of other candidates. Sirius Black, the Longbottoms, and even a few grey families had become close to the Potters. It seemed unlikely that all of them would abandon him.

He considered two possible possibilities. The first being he was reported to have died when Voldemort tried to kill him. That would be a good cover up to prevent the dark families from hunting him down and killing him. This theory had a flaw due to the low possibility he would be born without magic. Should he be born with magic he would have to go to Hogwarts and everyone would know he was alive. He would have still been protected but anyone who said he had died would take a serious backlash to their reputation.

The second theory was that when Dumbledore took him from his mother and father's house he hadn't told anyone exactly where he had placed him. This made more sense since Dumbledore held such enormous sway in Magical Britain. It would also give him practically unlimited access to Harry and cut him off from anyone else at the same time. It was quite ingenious.

Thinking about the death of his parents and the one who killed them caused his guts to boil. Like a dragon roaring in his ears his frustrations continued to rise. After a moment, before he was able to regain control of himself, he felt as if he could breathe fire.

He was angry inside but knew that there was nothing he could do. They had passed on and even if he could bring them back he knew that they wouldn't be happy. Death didn't let go that easy and he would make them suffer if he even tried.

'I wonder what ever happened to Sirius Black or Remus Lupin. They were close friends of my father and I just can't see them leaving me here with these… creatures. Maybe they weren't as loyal as I thought or maybe Dumbledore had a hand in this. Whatever the reason eventually I will figure it." He looked at his own reflection in his spoon for a moment. "And when I do, I will sort it out' thought Harry as he finished his lunch.

'I also need some help, as much as I hate to admit it' thought Harry as he got up. 'I need an ally.' He shooed Petunia away as she came near him to see if there was something the matter. 'Someone I can trust absolutely without using my dark runes.'

He got up and moved to the living room. It had been changed a number of times due to his changing moods. At the moment it was a classical Victorian Era piece. He sat down on a lush couch that seemed to conform to his small back. He half wanted to kick his feet up on the table to restrained himself. He couldn't lose control of himself. That would only lead him down a dark path of vanity obsessed delusions. He presented himself as an infallible gentleman and that it how he would act at all times.

'I could always just find a muggleborn unaware of their powers and slowly mold them for the next couple of years into the perfect ally.' Petunia came in and handed him a cup of tea which he absentmindedly took. 'They would be a servant of course but that doesn't mean they wouldn't benefit from the arrangement. Being my right hand would undoubtedly have its benefits.'

As he took a sip of his tea he discarded the thought. 'No, such a task would be too time consuming. Plus, I have no need for them. I cannot train someone for something if there is nothing to train them for.' He twirled a lock of his raven hair. 'It would be nice to have someone already trained and loyal but that's just wishful thinking.'

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While having his aunt Petunia washing his back Harry had an epiphany. There was one witch who would be perfect to be his right hand. This witch he was sure he would be able to control, and he wouldn't even need to use magic on her like he had his muggle family. After all, she had always been affectionate towards Tom.

After coming to this epiphany Harry got dressed in some darker apparel. He wore a hood over his head to hide his face, a long black cloak like the one the Dark Lord wore that night, and a few other things that he felt were right for the occasion. As he passed a mirror he sighed. He felt like such an idiot for playing into the stereotypical evil villain apparel. And considering his age it made him look like a kid preparing for trick-or-treat instead of a real crime.

He walked outside onto the front lawn and looked out. It was midnight so everything was dark except for the full moon which caused a luminous glow to bathe the surroundings. As he had expected there were no people just skulking about at such a time of night. That and considering how uptight the neighborhood was about normality the fact that everyone was already in their houses asleep came as no surprise to Harry.

For once their normalcy worked to his benefit. Harry pulled out the object he treasured most at the moment, his bone white wand and pointed it at his uncle's car. With a small flick of his wrist and some enchanting words the car came to light.

The enchantment was interesting as it was powerful. It actually gave material objects the ability to fly, but oddly enough it didn't work on humans. Many had tried, and many died thinking that it would work for them. Some people were just born stupid it seemed.

He waited until his family was done with their usual groveling to enter the back of the car and got compostable. He didn't like this form of transportation, it was always a bit unsteady, but he was a bit whimsical, and he needed to transport more than one person, so with a quick tap of his wand the steering wheel came to life and the car took off.

It backed up rather quickly annoying the crap out of Harry, but then it took off suddenly when it went down the street. For the first time in his life Harry questioned if he had done a spell right, and right before the car crashed into the house at the end of the road the car pulled up and into the sky.

Harry let loose a breath he didn't know that he was holding and sank back into the back seat. He didn't know why this particular car was so jolty, but he was positive he was going to destroy it when he got back to his aunt and uncle's house.

Maybe he would trade it in for something that ran a bit smoother, like a solid black 1964 Lincoln Continental. That was a ride that never went out of style, and since it was a low rider he was positive it would ride slow and easy, like a boss.

As they flew over London Harry couldn't help but admire the lights of the big city. While the things that muggles created were both beautiful and destructive, they didn't last. It destroyed the earth and countless ecosystems to continue the muggle way of life, and it was only increasing as years dragged on. Eventually the earth with be a barren wasteland poisoned from the things that muggles created and unable to sustain life.

It was the real reason that Harry agreed with the things that Voldemort had done. He didn't think that what he had done was right, ethical, or even sane, but this one thing had convinced Harry at least that there was something that needed to be done about the Muggles.

If Harry could choose he would say that all wizards and witches should bread with muggles. It would increase the wizarding population, and decrees the muggle one, but witches and wizards didn't really want to be with muggles. It was rare even for the light sided faction. In truth only half bloods and muggleborns regularly interbred with muggles. It was usually a rare thing, and even the most open minded witch or wizard saw the muggles as inferior.

Muggles just were not in tune with the natural world. Witches and wizards could feel the earth and the power that it extruded. They knew, even if many of the damndable light wizards didn't want to admit it, that the muggles were slowly killing the planet.

Something would have to be done. Either the muggle would need to be destroyed, enslaved, or bread out if they wished to save their planet. Personally Harry didn't care which choice was taken, he had been desensitized for the most parts due to his memories to the suffering of humans or really anything.

'This world really is going to hell in a hand basket' thought Harry with a small smile as he and his flying car traveled across the black skies of London.

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Azkaban Prison was unlike any other prison in the entire world. It was so bad that the mere thought of going there for a day struck fear into the hearts of the wizarding world like Voldemort's name after he became a Dark Lord did after all of the terrorist attacks.

It was on a small piece of dirt and rock in the middle of one of the most violent oceans in the world. The waters were indescribably cold and their depths were unknown to most. If that was not bad enough they were always violent so there was no chance of swimming through it and keeping your life.

The weird part about the prison was that it was in a triangle formation stretching up into the clouds above. It was an ominous building made from black stones with a hollowed out center. There were small windows along the sides like windows, though there wasn't much to look at.

While all of this was bad, the worst part of it had to be cold sensation given off by the foul creatures that guarded the prison. They were called Dementors, and whoever decided they should be the ones to guard the prison was demented in Harry's opinion.

They were dark creatures, probably the darkest creature in the world. They fed on all of the positive emotions from the human soul and left only ones of pain and misery. It was no surprise that everyone who came out of Azkaban was bat shit crazy. There was no rehabilitation for those who came out of Azkaban. If you were in there for too long, then it was over for you.

Looking down on the prison Harry couldn't help but smirk. All of these people living in this god forsaken prison were all possible followers. He didn't need all of them at the moment, but if he were to rescue them when he was ready, he would have an army at his command who would worship him like a god for saving them.

Harry watched for a moment as the black cloaked monsters that guarded the prison started to fly towards him. They must have sensed a newer, stronger source to feed from. The prisoners must have been very happy for the reprieve from the Dementor's effect.

Lifting up his wand harry thought about the spell he wanted to use. Honestly he had never used this spell before, but he was sure it would work, and even if it didn't he had other spells to keep these creatures at bay.

"Expecto Patronum"

Instantly a white vapors mist shot out of Harry's wand and concentration into a Peregrine Falcon. It was quick, almost unbelievably so. The Demontors continued to come in drones or swarms Harry wasn't sure which they preferred to be called, but his falcon Patronus was too quick for them. It beat them all back and then came back to him to prevent him from feeling the cold sensation that they gave off.

"To easy" spoke Harry as he stood on the roof of his flying car. He was thinking in the back of his mind the destructive spell he would use to turn the car to ash if it started to jerk around like it had when he first started off his flight.

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Azkaban was under attack and the few guards that did work there, mainly to keep the Ministry posted on what was going on, and to keep the Demontors from administering the Dementor's kiss, were shouting and organizing for the impeding attack. They had already sent a message to the Ministry and were waiting readily to confront this new threat and/or hold it off until back up arrived.

The long dark hallways of Azkaban were flooded with the Dementor's trying to stop whatever it as that was attacking the prison, but try as they might no matter what they did a silvery falcon would come out of nowhere, crash into their emaciated bodies causing them to scream out in pain, before driving them back further. It didn't stop its relentless attacks until they were all at least a quarter mile away from the prison. It was truly a remarkable bout of magical power.

Seeing that the Dementor's were not going to be of any help the guards decided to take things into their own hands. Imagine their surprise when they found the one who was attacking them. It was nothing more than a small child no older than six or seven. They didn't know how he was able to produce a Patronus charm as strongly as he had, but they were positive that all of his concentration and power was stuck using that one spell.

"Halt, you are under arrest" shouted a tall man with a handle bar mustache. He was a big guy with burly muscles and a hard face that obviously went through the war with Voldemort.

"Oh, and what am I under arrest for" asked Harry, though there was mockery in his tone.

"You have broken into a high priority prison under the jurisdiction of the British Ministry of Magic. For that you will receive no less than thirty years in these very cells. Since you are a child you may get a heavily reduced sentence as you have not caused any damage or harm to your fellow humans" spoke the man in a tone that sounded like gravel being rubbed against concrete. He also gave a look of disgust towards the Dementors floating around so far away.

"Oh, you almost sound disappointed" commented Harry as he eyed the man for a second. It only took a brief moment to see the quickly look he gave to the silvery falcon that was keeping the Dementors away. "Oh, now I see, you're jealous."

The guard looked at him for a moment with a look of pure rage, though the men behind him didn't see it.

"I am not jealous of some snot nosed brat!"

Harry chuckled a bit finding something quite funny.

"Oh, yes you are." He spoke to the adult as if speaking to a small child. "You shouldn't be too upset though. A full body patronus is an extremely difficult piece of magic that only powerful witch or wizard can produce. Don't feel bad, you have nothing to feel ashamed of… feather weight."

The wizard seemed extremely pissed and let loose a strong stunner towards Harry, though it was only a warning shot as he missed on purpose.

"Not so cocky now are you?" A savage grin spread across the man's face. His little cronies behind him started to chuckle as well.

"Nope, I am still pretty cocky." As Harry spoke he whipped out his own wand and made a slashing movement with it.

Instantly the man with the handlebar mustache hit the ground and his head rolled off of his shoulder sending blood everywhere. The other guards were so shocked that they didn't even react when Harry sent the other severing curses their way.

"Well, now on to the next one" questioned Harry with a vicious grin on his face.

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Fifteen minutes later Harry had made his way the top section of Azkaban prison where all of the worst criminals were held. He saw so many faces along the way that it was truly amazing. He absently wondered how something as inept as the Ministry of Magic could have captured so many of Voldemort's followers, but then the thought of a snitch popped into his mind making him frown.

Finally, he got to prison cell four hundred and seventy-three he stopped, wheeled around, and looked into the cell. Chained up was none other than Tom's right hand man, or well woman in this case, Bellatrix Lestrange.

She wasn't looking to good these days. She was very under fed, she had a haunted look about her, and skin was a sickly yellow color. Obviously Azkaban had not been very good to her, but her appearance, while a tragic loss could be reversed. Her mind though would be what determined if this little trip was worth the risk.

"Wakey wakey Bella, time to go" spoke Harry in a patronizing tone of voice.

Bellatrix started to stir before she opened her eyes. She looked around tired and weak, but for once the feeling of there never being a happy moment for the rest of her life was not there, and oh what a relief it was.

She looked around and could feel her body was still very weak, but she had been able to preserve her purity. Those weakling guards had tried to take liberties with her for what she had done as a death eater, but with Legilimency, she had been able to keep them at bay. She didn't know how much longer she would be able to do it with the prison sapping her strength, and the Dementors destroying her mind, but she would be dead or insane before she let some half-blood or mud-blood touch her like that.

When she looked forward she realized that she had gone crazy. There was a small child in front of her, probably six of seven years old dressed in fine clothing just staring at her like it was an ordinary thing. There was no way a child would be in Azkaban, for any reason, so she could only assume that she had finally snapped. it would explain why she couldn't feel the Dementors any more, they had apparently taken everything she had leaving nothing but a hollow husk.

As if reading her mind Harry began to speak.

"I am real you know." He did a small almost mocking bow towards her.

Bella looked at him for a moment before blinking twice and then thrice. "What the hell is a little brat like you doing in Azkaban" asked Bella, deciding to just role with it.

"Well I need someone who I can trust, and I thought that there would be no one better than you Bella." His overly happy voice was nearly foreign to Bellatrix after spending so long in such a hellish place.

Bellatrix just looked at this kid like he was an idiot. "In case you are blind I am in prison!" She glared at him darkly. "And even if I broke out there is no way that I would serve you, nor would I want to!"

Harry laughed a bit hearing Bellatrix's famous temper rearing its head even after five years in Azkaban prison. It was amazing that she hadn't lost her mind, but it was incredible that she still had the strength to snap at him.

"Oh, I don't remember you talking back to me Bella. Maybe you have forgotten who it is you serve" spoke Harry, taking up the impression he was Tom, after all, there wasn't anyone Bella respected more.

Bella's head snapped up and her eyes went wide as she stared into the killer curse green eyes of Harry Potter. For a moment she thought it was a trick, a trap, but those eyes told her the real truth. She wasn't sure how much of her master was in there, but he was in there somewhere.

"My lord I am sorry for my tone I-" but she was cut off before she could say any more.

"I am not the Lord Voldemort that I was in the past. When I died I really just split into pieces. It is possible that another one of these pieces could take up the mantle of Lord Voldemort, but I think it is a title that should be put to rest. I think the world is in need of a new dark lord, one who has experienced the mistakes of another, and knows what should and should not be done this go around."

Bellatrix literally had tears in her eyes. She was so happy. She knew her master would not die so easily, and she knew that she would one day be rewarded for her service, but after five years in Azkaban she was starting to lose faith.

"What about the others" asked Bellatrix, not really caring about them, but there was some of them she wanted to stay here, namely the husband she had been forced to marry that she hated with a burning passion.

"They know only to serve what they remember seeing, but you are different. You serve the true dark lord, not for his face, but for his ideals." He stuck out his hand in a gesture for a handshake. "You are the only one in this prison that I want. The others hold no value to me."

He whipped out his wand and destroyed the lock that kept her caged up like some kind of dirt animal. He then unlocked the chains from around her wrist and allowed her a moment to gain some strength so that she could walk under her own power.

"I hope you do not mind, but I killed your husband and his brother." He did for two reasons. The first was to deprive any other soul fragments from using the Lestrange brothers for their money. The second was so when Bellatrix had her name cleared she could inherit this money even though she never sired any of their children.

He had thought of killing Sirius Black. That or question the man but he just didn't have the time. Bellatrix was his main objective this night not Sirius. The Ministry would no doubt have sent the aura or hit wizards to figure out what was going on. He didn't need for there to be any heat on him. Even if they didn't see his face his age, or his assumed age, would narrow down their search. Sharper minds may even one day be able to put two and two together.

Harry stuck out his hand with a charming smile on his face. "Come Bella, we have work to do."

Bellatrix's heart skipped a beat as she took his hand and let him lead her out of the cell she had called home for the last seven years.

"On to a better and darker future!"