The Dark Lords Toy

Summary: Daniel Prewett, son to the auror Fabian Prewett, is attacked by deatheaters and brought to Voldemort.

Disclaimer: Sadly Harry Potter is none at all mine, but Rowlings.

Chapter 1

A young black haired boy was sitting in front an old and huge country house, watching the sky intensely. Dark clouds were gathering and a shudder went down his spine.

"Daniel? Are you outside?" A woman, too old to be his mother, left the house. "You know it's dangerous being outside after dusk!" She ushered the boy back in the house, checking the surroundings for possible threats while doing so.

"Why do I have to stay inside? Everyone else is playing outside, I'm not a little kid anymore," complained the boy, but went inside non the less.

Mary Prewett studied the boy carefully, he was right, not a little kid, but still too young to know about the terrors that awaited an auror's child in the dark. Deatheaters and Dementors have been seen in the area where the Prewetts lived. "I'm sure you can do something inside", the woman tried to distract her young nephew.

"Boring," answered the boy, but too silent to be heard. It was about seven in the evening and his father and uncle were bound to come home every minute now. Maybe they would go out with him, as they had done so many times before.

"I'm hungry. Can I have something?"

Mary didn't react in any way, she was staring into space, concentrating hard.

"Grandma?"

Still no answer. Then, suddenly, Mary cursed under her breath and reached for her wand. She had known that this would happen, it had been just a matter of time. The Potters had been attacked, but they had managed to escape, then the Clearwaters who hadn't been as lucky. The auror families were the new targets.

"Go upstairs, and floo yourself out, to your uncle, do you understand?"

Daniel had no real idea about what was happening, but with his parents being aurors, he knew a lot more about the war and cruelty than a ten year old should know. And something told him that something terrible was about to happen. He left the living room without a word, grabbed the backpack that had been awaiting him in his room and left for his parents room. He grabbed a handful of floopowder, and heard a loud crash and a scream.

"Not so strong without your mighty auror sons, ey?" asked someone. It was a nasty voice and Daniel cringed. He threw the powder in the flames and they turned green.

"You shouldn't have said all those things against the Dark Lord, Prewett," spat someone downstairs and the boy could hear Mary screaming. "All those unfriendly words the daily prophet printed."

Someone shouted a curse and Mary screamed again.

Daniel felt his own wand in his pocket. Officially he wasn't allowed to carry one, but his parents had decided that he had to learn how to defend himself very early, because of the everlasting danger that lasted on aurors and their family.

"When I tell you to leave, you'll leave. No glance behind, no matter what is happening, you just leave, is that understood?" Mary had said that to Daniel, only days before. The boy had nodded and agreed.

Now he was hearing these words again, but there was Mary downstairs, screaming and being tortured. "Leave!" Again her voice in his head. With a heavy heart, the boy turned to the fire, and to his horror there were no flames left. Daniel knew what that meant, there were Anti-Apparation wards around the house, so no one could get in or out. And that was true for flooing too.

"At least now I don't have to decide," said the boy to himself and gathered all the courage he could find. His wand at ready, he made his way downstairs and crept behind an old commode.

Daniel couldn't see his grandmother, but he could hear her voice ways to well as she was screaming.

The first, familiar voice was talking again. "Now, let's just have some fun!" A bright light hurt Daniel's eyes, and then, again, Mary was screaming. The boy moved forward until he could see the Deatheaters.

There were four of them, all gathered around Mary, not one of them had noticed him already.

Daniel raised his wand, pointed at the one Deatheater who was torturing Mary at the moment and cried "Stupefy!"

A red light shot directly at the Deatheater who went down immediately.

"There is someone…"

"Just a boy"

"Now you wait!"

"Get him!"

Daniel had crept behind his cover again. He breathed hard and his heart was hammering against his chest. "Think quickly, act quickly!" The famous auror sentence was all in his mind.

A Deatheater appeared before him, and shot a curse at Daniel, but the boy rolled over, avoided the curse and send another stunning spell back. The Deatheater cursed and dodged the spell easily. "You want to play, ey?" growled the Deatheater.

"Crucio!"

Daniel jumped up and dived under the big oaktable, the curse crashed into same table and wooden splinters were flying through the whole room, one scratching Daniel in the face.

The Deatheares were distraced by the flying splinters, and Daniel used the time to stun another one. Why using difficult spells when the stunning spell worked so well?

"Imperio!"

Again the spell missed by an inch, and Daniel dived behind the shattered table. He heard someone behind him, the Deatheater who had been stunned at first woke up.

Daniel was thinking furiously about what he could do to save his and Marys life, when he was hit by three different curses at once and passed out immediately. He was just a little boy of ten, and it was a mere wonder that he had avoided being hit before.

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Daniel woke up, his head was aching, dry blood stuck on his face, and every inch of his body hurt.

"Where am I?" whispered the boy, it was dark and cold all around him.

"In hell," answered someone, Daniel couldn't see the stranger.

"Don't want to be here" said the boy, talking seemed to hurt as much as moving.

All he got for an answer was a dry laugh. "No one want's that kid."

A door opened and bright light flooded into the cell. Daniel closed his eyes, the light was hurting them.

"So you chose to wake up, at last?" asked a man with long fair hair. He was member of one of the most aristocratic families, Daniel was sure, because of his whole appearance. "Get up!"

The man was frightening enough and Daniel tried to get up as quickly as possible. He managed, after some tries, but he wasn't sure if he could walk long before loosing the little strength he had left.

The blond man made Daniel walking in front of him, just telling him to turn left or right when necessary. The boy had absolutely no idea where he was, but he had recognised the man. It was Lucius Malfoy, he had seen him at the ministry sometimes, and it was commonly known that he was a Deatheater, even if it wasn't proven.

That meant that he was in Voldemorts hands, and surprisingly that was a thought that wasn't liked by Daniel at all.

"Here we are," said Lucius Malfoy after some time, Daniel felt unbelievably weak.

"So that is the boy who managed to stun two of my senior Deatheaters?" asked a voice, cold and cruel.

A man with glowing red eyes was sitting on a throne-like chair.

Malfoy fell to his knees and lowered his head respectfully.

Daniel just stood there watching the man, undoubtedly Lord Voldemort, and was ways to perplex to kneel. He was standing in front of the tormenter of the wizarding world.

"Defiant you are, hm?" said the Lord quietly, but Daniel could understand him perfectly. "I thought you would be. Bella, if you please?"

The woman next to the Dark Lord, Bellatrix Lestrange, raised her wand and pointed at the boy. A soft and mad giggle escaped her throat. "Crucio!"

Pain exploded in his body.

A/N: Please leave me a review, I'll try to update asap, most likely sometimes this week.