A new Harry Potter Fanfic yey. Loosely based off a previous fanfic of mine, but with the many changes and improvements.

I am glad to be getting back to writing but I don't know how long this will last. My final 13 GCSE exams are coming up after May holiday. But hopefully after that I will have more time.

Anyway I hope you enjoy-

CHAPTER ONE

A White Wolf in a Box

Piercing crimson eyes stared down at the box Bellatrix had laid at his feet. There was nothing remarkable about this box in any way, but the Cheshire Cat grin upon Bella's face and the smug grin upon Lucius' told a completely different story. The Dark Lord was intrigued.

"What is this?" He inquired, his voice so silky that it seemed to flow like liquid from his lips.

Yes lips- it had took months of work on the behalf of Severus Snape but finally the correct potion had been brewed and Voldemort now looked more like the teenage Tom Riddle, but of course a little bit older, than a human-snake hybrid.-with curly black hair, and strong features, however his skin was still pale but not ghostly white as it had been.

Currently he was wearing a plain white long-sleeved shirt tucked into tight black pants. Upon his feet were polished black boots and around his neck was a dark emerald tie; a black silk robe hung over the back of the throne he was sat upon. He leaned forward awaiting their answer.

"Open it my Lord." Bella clapped. The Dark Lord sighed and mentally prayed that they hadn't brought him the head of the boy he had sent them to retrieve, he had been very specific that the child must be brought to him alive or not at all that night, his death would be a major flaw in his plan. Nevertheless he reached down taking hold of the lid of the box which was only half a metre cubed in volume. Slowly he lifted off the lid; what sat inside left him confused.

"Explain." He demanded tearing his eyes from the contents of the box to look at his two most loyal death eaters.

"My Lord," Lucius stepped up, "we found him when we entered the home. It appears that he was trying his animagus, only picked the wrong time to do so." Voldemort nodded his understanding and returned his attention to the box. Inside, huddled into one of the furtherest corners was a small, fragile white wolf pup. Bright emerald green eyes were wide and fearful, it whole body shaking from paws to ears.

A strange feeling overcame the Dark Lord and it pulled at his dust covered heartstrings. Before he knew it he was reaching down towards the pup, but it only shrunk back into itself even more. He hesitated for a second, usually he took what he wanted but the waves of fear rolling off the wolf had halted even him in his action.

"It's ok Harry, I won't hurt you." He reassured, the form didn't stop shaking but didn't retreat back as Voldemort gently scooped him up. The small wolf curled up in the hands of his enemy as he was gently laid onto his lap.

Smooth hands ran through the soft white fur, as comforting words were whispered. In a few minutes the shaking had stopped when it appeared that Harry realised that he wouldn't be hurt. Suddenly there was a yelp of pain startling the Dark Lord and his followers. He had removed his hand from where it had been stroking the fur above the white wolf's ribs and stared worriedly at the pup.

"What's the matter?" A quick non verbal spell had told him all he needed to know, it seemed Harry had broken two of his ribs and had failed to be repaired. "When did you get these?" He questioned, he didn't get a reply and cursing himself at not realising that the wolf wouldn't be able to talk he carefully entered Harry's mind…

A thick layer of pain and fear stood between him and a memory, yet soon it faded away and the image was clear. It was during their encounter at the Ministry of Magic, it appeared that it was then Harry had got injured.

Keenly he watched the scene unfold, noting how Harry had hissed in pain when his rib had cracked- he had not noticed it before neither had Dumbledore it would seem, but why hadn't the boy been healed?

The memory faded away and was replaced by another, this one was after the duel. Harry was stood beside the Headmaster:

"Professor…"

"Yes my dear boy?" Albus turned to the child.

"I think I may have broken my rib…" The professor thought for a moment before pulling out his wand and casting a diagnostic test.

"No broken bones lad, maybe a bit of bruising, you will be fine."

Harry had stared at him but had muttered a "Thanks" before they carried on their way.

Voldemort pulled out of the boy's mind. He was shocked at this revelation of how the Light side were treating their Golden boy, he had thought they had showered him with praise, attended to his every need and every wish- yet Dumbledore had ignore an injury which could of cost the boy his life if they had dueled again. Could Dumbledore be trying to get Harry killed? And if so, why?

Looking down at the white wolf he pulled out his wand. Almost immediately the wolf pup shrunk back, a whimper escaped and the shivering resumed- Voldemort quickly realised his mistake. "It's ok Harry, I won't hurt you I promise." He reassured knowing that the youth had no reason to trust him. With a wave of his wand a healing charm was cast and the bones were set back in pain. Harry stopped shaking.

"See?" Harry rose his head and placed his nose to his ribs as if to confirm that it had been healed- but what came next shocked the Dark Lord. It happened so quick, that if you were to have blinked am eye you would have missed it for the wolf pup had, be it hesitantly, licked the hand which ran through his fur before burying his head in his paws. The Dark Lord stared in bewilderment before a warm smile crossed his lips.

The meeting resumed as normal from then on- the only difference was the sleeping wolf laid in the Dark Wizard's lap as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

When the white wolf pup next awoke it was not to the cold darkness of the stone throne room, but rather the plush warmness of a cushioned bed. Gradually, emerald eyes began to peel open before blinking rapidly. What came next was unavoidable, a large yawn came over him his jaw stretching as far as it could as his limbs reached out in all directions in an effort to rid the tiredness from them.

Once that task was accomplished Harry then set about standing up. Ever so carefully he placed his paws under him and began to push on the surface beneath. Which was an unhelpful fluffy pillow which he couldn't seem to get his balance on. Suddenly was falling, tumbling down. He gave a yelp before strong hands caught him and returned him to the soft surface.

"Careful Harry." He looked up to find the smiling figure of Voldemort that laid beside him on the bed, a finger found it's way under his chin and began to soft stroke it. It was a blissful heaven to the pup who leaned into it moving so the finger was scratching behind his ears.

Voldemort chuckled, he looked down at the white pup who nuzzled into his hand as if it had been starved of attention his whole life. He took note of how small and skinny he was. Fluffy fur covered his entire body, a large bushy tail wagged furiously threatening to lift the wolf off the bed. Large ears, much too large for his body, stood upright on his head, glistening emerald eyes now closed, and on top of his muzzle a large wet black nose.

The Dark Lord felt his heart warm as such an innocent looking thing begged attention of him, it was even more surprising that this was his sworn enemy. He carried on stroking the ball of fluff for a while longer, the clock in the corner of the room struck the hour. Voldemort jerked up, he had been lost in thought and had not realised the hour, it was ten already and there was a meeting at half past. Quickly he dashed off the bed and into the bathroom to get ready. This left Harry alone to explore the vast room.

Harry stared up at the room around him. It was gigantic to put it bluntly. The whole room was much bigger than the whole of the Dursley's house together. The king-size bed was on a raised platform, the golden headboard pressed up against a wall. A large arched window, about 20 foot high and curving perfectly to the curve of the ceiling, was to the right of the bed ; a coffee table, an emerald leather sofa and two matching armchairs sat gathered in the light that poured in. To the left of the bed was a large sitting area with a cozy fire surrounded by soft green tartan fabric sofas and chairs, no doubt a place to spend cold wet wintery days with a good book.

Speaking of books, as he glanced around he noticed that the walls were lined with them. Ancient texts and scrolls filled with centuries of history, each page filled with knowledge and imagination. He noticed a large staircase wrapped around the room, it started on the wall which the bed was pushed up to, then carried on on the wall opposite to the large arched glass window above the wall the carried on above the ceiling above him. Curiosity gripped him, what could possible be up there?

Carefully, he edged his way over to the edge of the bed, the plush sheets feeling strange beneath his little paws. Once he came to the edge he peeped over the edge- it was so high! Well it really wasn't but relative to him it was a mountain of a drop. Gulping he took a step back, he looked over again but the height remained the same. How could he get down without injuring himself?

Then a light flickered off. Quite literally- he hadn't noticed the bedside lamp before and had only done so now it turned off. It must be set to do so at a certain time. He made his way over to it, thankfully the jump wasn't large and he could easily used the polished wood table as a step to get down onto the floor. Slightly hesitant, he made the jump.

Only when his paws were mere millimetres off the wooden surface did he realise his mistake. Polished wood wasn't the best surface for one who could barely walk to jump upon- nevertheless it was too late now. His paws touched down, before he went skidding over the surface colliding with the lamp as he passed. They both fell to the floor with a thud and a crash.

Harry worried that Voldemort may have heard, but the sound of a running shower from beyond the bathroom door, which stood opposite the bed, told him that his enemy was unaware of the knowledge that his bedside lamp had been destroyed.

Once on the floor, Harry found that the plush midnight-black carpet was much easier to walk on than the slytherin coloured silk bed sheets. Quickly now, he galloped to the living room, easily jumping down the several black marble stairs to the living room floor which was also black marble. Meandering molten silver rivers coursed through the darkness like dancing snakes, small crystals were interlocked into the stone and together with the silver river they made the floor shimmer in the light.

Now from where he stood Harry could see what was on the floor above: it was a library, with rows and rows of towering bookshelves carefully crammed with books. What looked like a desk was nestled in the nest of books. This, Harry thought, must be where voldemort retreats to after the long days with those idiots that work for him.

Just when he was about to adventure up the stairs did Voldemort return from his shower, a white towel wrapped around his hips as he used another to pat down his hair. It seemed he was a little startled when he found out that Harry was no longer on the bed. Harry turned and proceeded up the stairs as he was, curious to what could fill all those shelves.

The Dark Lord was shocked to say the least when he found that the white wolf was no longer on the bed where he had left him- seconds later he mentally cursed himself. Of course Harry wouldn't stay put. With a wave of his wand he was dry and clothed like he had been the day before, minus his coat which was currently hung beside the door.

He quickly scanned the room picking out the wolf, who's white fur stood out in stark contrast with the dark decor of the wall, climbing up the staircase to the library at an alarming rate. Voldemort made a dash for him and reached him before he could climb another step. He scooped him up in his arms before making his way over to one of the sofas ignoring the protests of the wolf. Sitting the wolf down on his knee he grabbed a silver goblet from the side table and transfigured it into a silver collar. The wolf looked at him with disbelief and attempted to escape the Dark Lord's clutches.

Unfortunately for Harry the strength of Voldemort's hand on his back was enough to keep his in place as the collar was slipped over his head, it settled on his neck and changed size to fit him just right, he heard Voldemort say. "It will have to do till I can get a better one made." Harry found himself once again on the floor, instantly he had a dash for the stairs again but was pulled back by some force around his neck. Turning he found that it was a leash! He glared at the Dark Lord- "Come now," Voldemort chuckled, "You didn't think I would let you roam freely throughout the manor? Besides not all my followers know of your presence and wouldn't hesitate to torture or maybe even kill a poor defenceless wolf pup."

No matter what, Harry couldn't disagree with the him this time- but just because he was content to stay on the lead didn't mean he was content to stay out of trouble...

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