Chapter 1:

"You will die here today Harry."

"I know."

"I have but one question for you then. Why? Why do you cater to the wills of your peers? Why must you be the good little golden boy? Your so called 'friends' turn on you in a moment's notice. They leave you when you lose them points because you do the 'right thing'."

"That's a good question, or questions I guess," he chuckled. "I guess I did it because that is what was expected of me. I did it because I never thought I had another choice in the grand scheme of things. I did it because Dumbledore had forged me into a perfect little puppet for me to follow his every command."

"Why? Why must you do the right thing? This concept of good and evil baffles me. People live and die. Life is just a series of actions followed by reactions Harry. Good and evil are concepts created to convince people that what they do has a consequence effecting their friends and family. But in the end Harry? All you have done is alienated yourself from the rest of your school because of doing the 'right thing'."

"The sad thing is; is that you are right," chuckled Harry. The laugh was a laugh full of desperate realization. He now knew that he did things out of some sick, misguided craving for acceptance amongst his peers. Why though? Because Albus-too-many-names-Dumbledore forced him to. He wouldn't need acceptance if it wasn't for those years with the Dursley's. He wouldn't need love if he hadn't lost his parents.

The only friends he had were Ron and Hermione after all. But what of Ron? The boy was so lazy. His family was the same as the youngest boy; with the only decent beings from the family being Fred and George. Thinking about the family led him to reflect on his meeting with them. As he started to contemplate the whole thing, he began to laugh; to laugh until tears streamed down his face is morbid realization.

Albus Dumbledore was a master manipulator. He pulled the strings by chucking Harry with the Dursley's; and then further twisted his fate by arranging the meeting on the platform. What kind of pureblooded matriarch forgot where the platform was after years of sending children to Hogwarts? Who forgot these things?

And Dumbledore further played the role of the puppet master. Tugging on his little strings he guided little first year Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, the Golden Boy, Gryffindor Savior, and heir to the Potter family. Of course Harry hadn't known about the latter until he had received a letter from Gringotts via elf. Apparently Gringotts had been sending owls with updated account balances once a month, and each included a spot to sign to ensure he got his updated balance sheet.

After two years of not getting a single letter the goblins finally sent an elf. To say Harry was bewildered by this appearance of a foreign creature was an understatement. Harry was only stunned more by the appearance of so many zeros on a piece of paper. The sequence of digits following the words that said, YOUR ACCOUNT BALANCE, baffled Harry. If he was so rich, why didn't he get some food once in a while? Why did he have to go to the Dursley's? Heck, the Malfoy's were better than that muggle trash.

He was given so much money by his parents. Was it too much to ask for just to have some food; A happy childhood? Some things were taken for granted but all he had ever asked for was a chance to live. Yet here comes the self-proclaimed 'light lord' who feels like he can play with the pieces on the board and change the game to how he wanted it played.

Then a couple months down the road of goes Harry on a merry chase orchestrated by yours truly; Albus Dumbledore. The man was everywhere, Harry realized. He orchestrated everything about Harry's life. The question was, why?

Dumbledore cared so much for his precious little plans for, 'the greater good', that he forgot the pieces he played with. People became little blocks of wood shaped like a pawn, knight, rook, or even the queen instead of being actual humans. It was so much easier to sacrifice one little, tiny pawn in the greater schemes of the game.

And because of all of this? Harry was where he was now. He sat casually against the wall facing a contemplative Professor Quirrell after running through a series of Dumbledore's little challenges he had designed to prepare his precious golden boy for his future. What Dumbledore hadn't counted on, was Harry walking through the fire and just sitting against the wall.

Neither for that matter, had Voldemort. Voldemort considered himself a man who did what he had to do to reshape wizarding society. He had long sought the true reason behind why Magical Beings were superior to muggles.

Voldemort had spent the years after his disappearance from the world to train and to truly prove why Wizards are better than muggles. He had finally discovered his answer in the studies of an exiled muggleborn wizard Brian Richards notes. Years of studying and delving into different trails to try to understand something that was so certain in his mind finally bore fruition through the scientific studies by this wizard.

The brilliant thing about wizards and witches is magic. Magic, in muggle terms, is basically a vast store of energy. The term is used loosely, because this energy defies most laws of science.

This energy is used to shape and forge whatever the user wills into being, as long as it is within the bounds of the energy provided. Muggles however, are born with a small store of this energy in them, but nowhere near enough to do magic. Muggleborns, or a wizard or witch who is born of two muggle parents, are a very rare occurrence. In order for a muggleborn to be created, somewhere along the nine month time frame that the child is in its mother's womb it must develop a store of this energy.

How it is developed is a rather large mystery.

Basically, this store of energy allowed an increased thought process and slowed aging considerably. While wizards usually died of diseases, if they managed to avoid most sicknesses they could very well live to their third or fourth centuries. However, they were more susceptible to sickness in their latter years which usually led to their eventual demise.

When Voldemort had discovered this he felt complete. Finally he had a genuine reason to hate the inhabitants of his orphanage. And with his reason he discovered his higher purpose; to enlighten the world and to purge the muggle filth from this world.

And so Voldemort did something he had never done with anyone before. For Harry and Voldemort were alike in so many ways.

He sat down across from the boy and told his story.

He told him of young Tom Riddle growing up in the orphanage. Beaten and broken on a daily basis for years. Finally the light from the end of the dark tunnel appeared. Albus Dumbledore had appeared to save the boy. He told Harry of his incredible respect for this great wizard, and how he envied him for his ability to lead his forces of light with incredible courage. He told Harry about his abuse at the hands of the orphanages' overseers and fellow orphans. He needed a way to feel superior to these people that caused him so much pain and anger. When Dumbledore came bearing the answer to his problem, he couldn't help but follow the man.

He told of his love for a Ravenclaw who was a year ahead of him. How they had met in his second year during a dueling tournament that took place in the summer months of the year. The girl was a fellow competitor, and Riddle got to know her quite well. He recalled how happy he had been when Dumbledore came bearing news that he wouldn't need to be returning to the orphanage until halfway through the summer because of this tournament. Yet, it wasn't the tournament that was the highlight of his summer, it was this girl. They were inseparable from that point forth, until the end of his seventh year. He didn't mention a name, nor did Harry ask for one.

As his love for this beautiful girl grew, his illusions were shattered after one day when he was brewing a simple love potion for his potions class. It smelled just like his favorite drink that his love gave him on a day to day basis.

After realizing he had been dosed with love potions he ran from Hogwarts and away from the country. Being the last heir of Slytherin had its benefits, and he was able to sell a few artifacts that kept him fed and warm as he began to enlighten himself.

Then he told Harry of his return to England to gather like-minded individuals for a purge of the sickness that Dumbledore had plagued the Wizarding world with. For years Hogwarts was a pureblood and half-blood exclusive school and was considered the premier educational facility in England. After muggleborns were entered into the school the grades dropped quickly, and Beauxbatons and Durmstrang quickly surpassed Hogwarts in educational prowess.

So Voldemort and his followers began their great purge, and they slowly began to reach their goals.

Finally on one fateful night Severus Snape came to Voldemort bearing a prophecy.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…"

Even though it was only a fraction of the prophecy, it was enough to convince Voldemort that the staunchest supporters of his longtime enemy Dumbledore would bear the child who would be the only one who could kill him.

In an act to preserve himself and to preserve his ideals he had done what was necessary. He had gone to kill Harry Potter.

"Then Harry, my spell backfired off of your body, supposedly killing me."

Harry sat back, dumbfounded by the similarities between himself and Voldemort. Harry couldn't fault Voldemort for doing what he had to do. He didn't like that his parents were required to die, but he couldn't blame Voldemort.

When Harry was honest with himself, he knew that the reason he wanted his parents was not because he missed them, but because he didn't want to be with the Dursley's.

The two sat in tranquil silence. Voldemort sat staring at the boy who was his identical counterpart in every way but looks. Voldemort had come here to take the Philosopher's Stone and to kill Harry Potter, and yet his plans were always changing. So he did what he hadn't thought possible.

"Harry, you now know everything from how wizards and witches are better than muggles, and why I've done what I have done. So I offer you a choice. Come with me and we shall reconstruct the Wizarding World to what it should have become, and become what you were destined to be. Or, you can stay here with Dumbledore."

Of course Voldemort didn't say that if Harry chose to stay it would effectively end his life. Voldemort would not leave Harry here with all of this knowledge of his past where Dumbledore could reach it.

"I feel like because of my sense of right and wrong I should say no. But you know what? Forget it all. Forget Dumbledore's manipulations. Screw those muggles who try to govern my existence. And forget this sick society. Its time something happened to fix it all. I'm in."

Voldemort cracked a smile and turned to look at the mirror. His protégé standing next to him reflected in the mirror standing in a field of death, surrounded by surreal beauty. The reflection of Voldemort showed him pocketing the Sorcerer's Stone.

When Harry looked in the mirror? He saw a fixed world, a world ruled by the elite of the world where the purebloods oversaw the muggles and muggleborns. Harry saw, perfection.

A/N: I'm trying to portray Voldemort as a man who was slighted and truly believes his cause is what the world needs. Harry is still a lost kid who doesn't know a whole lot about life other than a sequence of abuse dealt by Vernon and his family.

Additional A/N: I went through and tried to 'de-age' Harry's dialogue. It is hard for me to write in the viewpoint of an eleven year old, so try to forgive my poor grasp on the proper dialogue of a child Harry's age. Though, I try to write from an older standpoint for him as well; he has suffered a lot and that has caused him to mature beyond his years as well.

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