Chapter 1
It was coming to the end of first year for Harry Potter. He had been sorted into Slytherin. Being in Slytherin had not gone well for him yet, he was bullied and picked on for his blood status and other things he didn't understand. The other houses where cold towards him as they wondered how their saviour could end up in the house of Dark.
He had no friends or allies. He was just a malnourished, scrawny, timid looking boy with glasses. He knew he could do better in his studies but was holding himself back afraid of being hurt if he surpassed someone.
When Harry had heard that Dumbledore had left the castle for an emergency meeting, he knew straight away that something was going to happen with the stone tonight. He had thought about telling the professors but changed his mind as they wouldn't believe him and his fellow housemon where out of the question as he couldn't trust them.
This is how he found himself down in the chamber with the mirror of Erised. What surprised him though was the person standing before it. None other than professor Quirrell, the stuttering, weak hearted fool.
Turning to leave he was stopped when the exit was blocked by flames, he had to face the professor instead.
"You..but but how" asked Harry
"Yes, stuttering old professor Quirrell. Nobody thought that I was capable of such a thing" said Quirrell.
Turning back to the mirror Quirrell continues to look for the stone speaking to himself and getting angry in his inability to find it.
"Use the boy" said a cold voice.
"Come here" shouted Quirrell angry.
Walking to the mirror at bit hesitant, he stares into the mirror and sees his parents.
"Well" asked Quirrell in the same tone.
"What do you see" asked the cold voice.
"I see myself holding the quidditch up, people accepting me for who I am" replied Harry
"Good but that is not all, you are holding something back" said the cold voice.
"I see nothing else" said harry abit fearful.
"HE'S LYING" said the voice, losing its patience.
"Where is the stone" shouted Quirrell.
"Let me speak with him" said the voice.
Turning around Quirrell removed his headscarf and the face of Lord Voldemort appeared, staring at Harry in his weakened state.
"We meet again" said Voldemort weakly.
Harry, stared at him with anger rising. He had never been very good at hiding his emotions.
"You killed my parents" shouted Harry.
"They fought against me, they defied me. People die in war" said Voldemort emotionless. "Now just give me the stone" finished Voldemort.
"Why should I help you, you are a dark wizard that will only cause more pain to me and everyone else" said Harry angrily.
"There is no good and evil, there is only power and those too weak to seek it" responded Voldemort.
Hearing this got Harry thinking, after being in the magical world for only a year, he could tell that only the strong survived.
"And what will happen to me if I do give you the stone" asked Harry.
Looking at the boy, Voldemort could tell that he had a bad from the way he looked. He was too skinny and wore rags for clothes.
"You and me are similar. Both of us lost our parents, both had a bad life growing up. We both are from the same house, Slytherin. All that you want is to be accepted and not hurt, right" said Voldemort rhetorically.
"But I can see the potential that you are capable of. You will become a powerful wizard, someone others will fear" finished Voldemort.
"That doesn't answer my question" said Harry.
"I want you to join me" replied Voldemort.
"Join you, why?" asked Harry.
"Someone with your talents should not be wasted in a conflict that doesn't need to happen. I can see just looking at you that you have been hurt, you have no friends or allies and holding himself back to hide from the attention…..I am giving you a chance to make use of your full potential and no longer feel pain from others" explained Voldemort.
"What do I have to do" said Harry.
"Hand me the stone" said Voldemort gleefully.
Taking the stone from Harry, Voldemort used it to rebuild his snake-like body, unfortunately the stone broke after he resurrected from the dead.
"Good, my wand Quirrell" demanded Voldemort.
Taking his wand off Quirrell Voldemort shot a killing curse at the DADA professor, killing him immediately.
"Kneel before me Harry and I will initiate you into my death eaters" said the Dark Lord.
Kneeling before Voldemort, Harry waited for his next instruction.
Normally I would add someone like you into my inner circle but with this new development I feel a new rank in my death eaters is inorder. I created this spell shortly before my demise, it marks the person as my assassin. It has a limit of one person and today you have the honour of receiving this rank within my followers lectured Voldemort
Harry remains kneel, facing the floor.
Repeat the oath after me. I swear to protect my Lord at any cost and obey his every command said Voldemort.
I swear to protect my Lord at any cost and obey his every command uttered Harry.
Grabbing Harry's left wrist the Dark Lord put his wand to his inner forearm. "Morsmordre Sicarius" hissed Voldemort in parseltongue.
On Harry's inner forearm appeared the Dark Mark but with a modification to it. There was a knife running down the middle from the head of the mark to the snake, signifying his rank as the Dark Lord's assassin.
"You may rise now" commanded Voldemort.
Rising to his feet, Harry remains silent, waiting for Voldemort to continue.
"Even though you now my assassin, it will not be made public knowledge or official yet. It is too early and you need training to prepare first" said Voldemort.
Harry nodded his head in agreement.
"You will have to train yourself in secret but I will tell what to for next year now. Your first priority should be to learn the mind arts until you have mastered them. Once you have done that move onto, dueling, physical training to stop you looking so scrawny and pureblood etiquette" demanded Voldemort.
"I will try as hard as possible my Lord" replied Harry.
I would also go to Gringotts, you never know what you might find out. Oh and this might make things easier, connecting to the soul fragment in Harry and transferring it back to himself.
Where will you be asked Harry.
In the shadows gathering my strength and followers, discreetly replied Voldemort. Disappearing out the room in black smoke.
Once he left Harry released he didn't need his glasses anymore.