Into the Darkness
Disclaimer : I own nothing! The wonderful world of Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling. I have just borrowed her ideas and played around with them.
This may turn into a slash story later on, but is not yet.
Summary : Harry is reintroduced to the Wizarding World at the young age of three, however it is not the light side that help him first.
Thanks for the reviews! Hope you enjoy this. Sorry it's not a long chapter but i didn't want to carry it on past here.
"Come on Manelin, we don't want to be late." He said as the door closed, guiding the small boy towards the alley.
"Yes Ajax." Harry replied, trying to walk though his whole body was stiff with pain. His uncle had been very hard with him last night.
Once in the alley, they portkeyed to the small dark room with the tiny fire. "The Dark Lord is in the defence room waiting for us." He said, motioning towards the door. Harry followed him at the slower pace.
"Enter." Ajax pushed the door open and stood back so Harry could enter first. "Good-morning Manelin. Sit." He said, indicating towards a small chair near Rhian. But Harry could barely move now. The pain behind his scar had kicked in full blast; he fell to his knees whimpering.
"Try this Manelin. I worked on this last night. It should help." A soft feminine voice said. A vial was pushed to his lips, and he swallowed. The pain decreased massively, but there was still a small twinge.
"Has it worked?"
"I can still feel a small amount but its not much." He said, trying to stand up.
"I'll work on it more tonight" Rhian said. She leaned forward and tried to help Harry up by pushing against his back.
Harry gasped with pain. "What's wrong Manelin?" She said quickly, removing her hand as quickly as possible. She pulled him up by his arms and turned him round. She gripped the bottom of his large top and pulled it up gently. A gasp of horror escaped her lips.
Harry heard rushing footsteps behind him, coming towards him. Instinctively he started to curl into a ball, protecting himself from the violence.
"Get what he needs." Voldemort hissed. Rhian got up and walked quickly from the room, heading towards her quarters where she kept all her potions. "Louanna, bring him here."
Louanna reached towards the small boy, who let out a scared cry as the hands came into contact with his skin. She lifted him quickly, making sure not to touch his back. Once in her arms, she whispered reassuring and soothing words to him as she walked towards the Dark Lord. His eyes had an angry glint to them, the red more fierce than ever.
She placed him on the floor in front of the crimson-eyed man and gently removed his top. The Dark Lord's eyes, if possible, became even darker and angrier.
Harry's back had seven deep long cuts running horizontally across his back, the blood dried across the unharmed skin. "Get rid of the blood". Louanna complied, using a spell to remove the blood. Yet underneath it was not much better. There were bruises decorating the normally creamy skin.
Rhian entered the room again, rushing over to small boy. "Drink up Manelin." She said as gently as possible, which was practically impossible with all the anger she felt at the moment. How could someone do that to such a young child? Especially one as important as the one standing in front of her.
The pain died instantly and Harry let out a breath of relief. Rhian reached into her pocket and pulled out a tube of salve. She carefully turned the boy so the maimed back was facing her. Even though Harry couldn't feel the pain, the cuts and bruises still covered his small back.
Harry winced slightly as she rubbed the salve into his back, but not feeling much more than that. Rhian sighed with relief as she watched the cuts heal themselves and the bruises fade back to their normal cream colour. The only small sign that it had happened was the faint white lines that marked out the places where the red rivers had originally been.
"Feel better Manelin?" Rhian asked softly, running her hand gently across his back.
"Yes ma'am"
"Rhian, take him to the potions room and talk with him. If I see him before two hours is up, you shall regret it."
"Yes My Lord." Rhian mumbled back, bowing before the Dark Lord. She pulled Harry's top over his head quickly, adjusting it over his arms and left quickly, steering Harry away.
"Advoco Morsmordre" Voldemort hissed. Then looking back to the mentors he whispered, "Get out!"
They bowed quickly, before turning on their heels and leaving. He rose quickly to his feet, walking out of the defence room and into his private chambers. As he sat, he watched swirls of black appear in front of him. His Death Eaters were arriving.
He noted the absences, he knew some that wouldn't be there, and then stood up.
"Jugson."
The man nearest him stumbled forward into a bow at his feet. "Yes My lord?" he asked.
"Crucio"
"Sit over there, Manelin." Rhian said.
As she walked around to a table near him, she muttered a quick spell with her wan aimed at her head. Harry watched in amazement as her hair pulled its self up into a high ponytail and curled around until it was in a tight bun and secured itself.
"Wow" he muttered
She smiled at him, "Oh that's nothing sweetie, wait until you start learning. That very basic."
"But I don't 'ave one of dose." He said, pointing towards the wand that was in her hand.
"The Dark Lord said he would find something suitable until you can get one."
"When's dat?"
"When your eleven."
"Dat's ages!"
"Don't whinge Manelin. The Dark Lord would definitely not like that."
"Yes ma'am."
"Call me Rhian, Manelin." She said softly, with a smile to the small boy.
"Ok."
"Do you know what Manelin means?" He shook his head, "of course you don't. You only three." She carried on with a smile. "Manelin means the prince of the princes. You are the top of us Manelin. We are the top Wizard and Witches of this world, and you have the power over us. The only person above you is the Dark Lord, of course."
Harry thought about this for a while. Rhian waited; until he's face show some sort of understanding.
"That is why I am going to teach you how to behave today. We aren't going to learn any magic, and you're too young and inexperienced at the moment to do potions so I will teach you how you are to act."
Voldemort watched with a satisfied smirk as the Death Eaters left his chambers. He was certainly more relaxed. He had gone through every Death Eater and punished them for even the slightest thing that had gone wrong for them previously. He had, of course, been lighter on his favourites. Especially Bella. She always managed to please him, never failing drastically. And if she did, she did something else to make up for it. Yes, Bella was a good Death Eater. And she had provided part of the new generation of followers. She had also helped restore him, fetching all the things he needed. Voldemort couldn't be happier, in his own twisted way.
The pain the Death Eaters had suffered because Voldemort was unhappy with the way Manelin was treated. He couldn't take action yet, Dumbledore would only move the boy and he knew he wouldn't never get near Manelin again. He had to wait.
Voldemort rose from his seat, he hissed a couple of words and walked silently out the door, with his faithful creature following right behind him.
"Nagini, go in first." He hissed to the snake as he stood outside the potions room. He wanted to see how Manelin was coping.
"That's it Manelin, a bit wider steps." Rhian was totally fixed on the boy in front of her; she never noticed the door open.
Rhian was teaching Harry to walk correctly, as all boys of his age from Pureblood families should. He was stumbling a lot before, but now he was walking with a little more grace and purpose. A couple more hours at it and she was sure he would be doing it perfectly. It's a wonder those muggles let him walk like that in the first place. It was disgraceful.
She was pulled out of her thoughts as Harry came to an abrupt stopped and stared at the floor towards the door with wide eyes.
She followed his eye line and came to see Nagini, the Dark Lord's faithful snake. She was moving towards Manelin quickly.
The boy stood rigid with fear. Rhian opened her mouth to tell her not to be afraid, when a hiss echoed throughout the silent room.
She stared in shook.
"Manelin, you're a – "
"Parselmouth." Voldemort finished, stepping into the room. He had a proud smirk across his thin lips.
"What does dat mean Farder?" He asked, looking up to the man blocking the doorway.
"That means, Manelin, that you, like me, have the ability to talk to snakes. And that is something to be very proud of. It is not a common gift."
"Den, why do we both 'ave it? Harry asked again, his green eyes clouded with confusion.
"Because we are linked in more ways than you think." He hissed back. With that he turned and left the room. Nagini followed swiftly
"What does he mean?" Harry enquired after a minutes silence past.
"I don't know what he said, Manelin. I cannot help you." She said softly
"How come, you were sittin' – "
"Yes but you were both talking in parseltongue. I could not understand you."
"I…I was?" He said, shocked.
"Yes. Now come on, we've got more work to do today. I want that walk to look much more important, you're a prince now. And I think we should work on your speech as well." Rhian said, motioning with her hands for him to carry on practicing.
Well what you think? Please review, i wanna know what you think and whether i should carry on.
Lauren
