Summary

The night Lord Voldemort came for Harry Potter is altered just a bit. What follows is a whole other reality. Voldemort dodges the rebounded Killing Curse when Harry, age one, is staying with his grandparents. Seeing the potential, he takes Harry away and raises him as his son and Heir. Dark and Powerful Harry. AU

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all recognizable characters are the property of J.K Rowling.

AN: The story will start with a time jump to when Harry is 11, then another time jump to where Harry is 16. The story will continue on from there. This is mainly done so you can get a general idea of how Harry grows up while still getting to the interesting part of the story quickly.

Enjoy!

Invincible

Prologue

10 years later

"Hurry Harry!" a high-pitched, feminine voice cut through the frigid mountain air, echoing through every ravine and valley in a 1 mile radius. A slim, black-clothed figure danced with the shadows of the night, fading in and out of existence and occasionally hurtling itself behind the shelter of a tree.

"Aunt Bella, why don't you talk a little louder?" breathed a youthful voice in the form of another dark shape, "I don't think the Aurors heard you!"

The form crept soundlessly over the forest terrain, following in close pursuit to the first figure. If one didn't look too closely, the racing shape seemed to be nothing more than the flickering shadows of nearby trees. A much closer look reveals the outline of a lithe boy. That boy's name, is Harry.

"Harry, I told you repeatedly," said Bellatrix Lestrange in a much softer voice, "-that it was not a good idea to run off into Diagon Alley in the middle of the night. We almost got caught by Aurors! We-"

"We?" asked Harry in a light tone, "We didn't do anything! I, however, was just going for a quick trip into Knockturn. It's not my fault you decided to come and attempt to drag me back to the castle!" The two figures arrived at the wrought-iron gates of a large, sprawling manor.

"I was just trying to keep you out of trouble Harry!" Bella huffed, "You know your father would have gone completely berserk if he decided to summon you in the middle of the night, only to find you missing!"

The two approached the guards standing menacingly at the double doors. At the sight of the dark figures walking towards them, the guards immediately sank to the ground, muttering "Welcome back My Young Lord" or "Good evening Commander." Bellatrix and Harry walked pass them without a second glance. No, they were much more interested in the shadowed shape standing at the foot of the entrance hall stairs, surrounded by what appeared to be a small army.

Lord Voldemort stood tall and confidently, a glimmering snake draped around his shoulders. Upon the sight of Harry, his eyes widened momentarily before narrowing again and quickly waved the robed battalion standing behind him away. With a few "Good Night My Lords", the crowd dispersed to the iron gates and Apparated away. Harry walked up to the shrouded figure and stood before him, looking slightly abashed. For a few seconds, they just stared at each other.

Finally, the youngest of the pair cracked a small smile.

"…Would it help if I apologized?" asked Harry sheepishly, looking up through his fringe. Lord Voldemort continued to stare blankly at the young man for a while, his expression not boding well for Harry. He jerked his head towards the main doors, silently telling Harry to follow him.

"He's been worried for you Young Harry," Hissed the emerald snake around Voldemort's neck, "You shouldn't have gone off like that in the middle of the night."

Frowning slightly, Harry at that moment couldn't help but admire the Dark Lord. After all, not just anyone could so successfully mask his worry with an expression irate enough to cause several pyres to burst into flames.

"Foolish child… We are in a time of war!" Lord Voldemort hissed angrily, glaring at the guards who hurriedly opened the front doors for them, "Are you even slightly aware how dire the consequences would have been if you were caught?"

Harry followed behind the Dark Lord, internally wincing at the rage that saturated his father's tone. They had reached the door leading into Voldemort's study and Harry was beginning to feel slightly nauseous at the pain in his scar as his father loomed angrily overhead.

"I thought I had taught you better than that, child!" Voldemort turned sharply to face Harry full-on, his eyes sparking dangerously. However, after a look at Harry's cautious expression, Voldemort slowly exhaled before rearranging his aristocratic features into a blank mask. "Tell me Harry, what exactly where you thinking?"

"Father, I had the situation perfectly under control." said Harry. He was starting to get a little annoyed that Voldemort doubted his capabilities. Why was he worried? Hadn't it been Voldemort himself who had trained him? Hadn't it been Voldemort himself who told him he would be unstoppable? "You should have known that I could take care of myself perfectly fine."

"I am not doubting what you can do Harry, nor am I doubting how innately talented you are. But no matter how powerful you are for your age, there are still wizards out there who have been developing their skills for decades," said Voldemort quietly, staring deeply into Harry's eyes, "Someday, you might invite a situation you can't get out of. Go to bed Harry; and remember you are not invincible yet." Voldemort turned his back to the pouting Harry and stared out the open window, looking out into the darkened forest.

Harry fumed silently but did as he was told. He respected his Father too much to disagree, or to point out that it was actually Bella who had attracted the Aurors. He had been careful to not be seen on his outing. Bella, however, came charging through Diagon and Knockturn with a mad gleam in her eye, attempting to locate him.

Harry walked out the doors of his Father's study and up two staircases. The castle, while having the appearance of a haunted house if one were to look at the exterior only, was actually quite warm and brightly lit inside.

As Voldemort had once said in a dry tone, while the stereotypical "dark and dank" manor fit the "Dark Lord" appearance quite well, having every nook and cranny of the castle shrouded in shadows provided too many places for intruders to hide. That was just asking for an invasion.

The black-haired boy arrived at the portrait of a shimmering black crown resting atop a satin, blood-red pillow. He reached up and pressed the middle silver opal embedded in the crown. The portrait slid silently open, leading into a wildly curved hallway. The walls were a glittering, forest green with diamond patterns etched into them, giving the appearance of the scales of a snake.

Following the narrow and familiar passage, Harry came to a wall that consisted entirely of thick, luxurious black curtains hanging from the ceiling to the floor. He pushed the curtains aside and entered his private room.

The room, to the say the least, was very large and spacious. It was shaped like a tear drop, where the fat end of the drop housed the entrance.

Off to the side was another door which led to his en-suite bathroom and closet. The high ceiling housed dangling lights and in the center of the room, a large, magnificent bed sat on a raised platform.

With a huff, Harry flung himself onto the bed and groaned, covering his face with a pillow. He was irritated that his father had learned about his discreet, or what was supposed to be discreet, venture into Borgin and Burkes. Harry had been planning that trip for a week and Voldemort was now probably suspicious. Harry could, after all, go into town any time he wanted as long as he told Voldemort and had an escort.

But this trip was supposed to be a secret because he didn't want his Father learning about what he was buying. Harry flipped over and closed his eyes, too tired to take off his clothes. He drifted off to an undisturbed sleep.

The velvet covered package in his pocket lay there, temporarily forgotten, for the night. A folded piece of parchment sticking out of the package read "Happy Birthday Father" in scripted letters.

AN: This was basically an introductory paragraph that showed the relationship between Harry and Voldemort. Tell me what you thought! The next chapter will be much longer and contain more of that whole "Dark and Powerful Harry" thing we all love. It will show Harry at sixteen and the action will start…

'Till next time!

Sol Oriens