Voldemort was in deep thoughts as he waited for his son to come back. The two of them have been in hiding for almost fifteen years. He sighed as he remembered how the killing curse backfired onto him. His magical energy had been seriously depleted but it was slowly restoring. As for his son, it seems that when the curse backfired, Voldemort had passed some of his powers to the baby.
'That little brat. Why did I take him in anyway?' he asked himself as he shifted into a more comfortable position but nothing can be comfortable when you're living in a cave.
Yes, cave. After Voldemort aparated away from the Potter's mansion, he decided to go into hiding to restore his full magical energy before coming out to the open again. So he brought the baby and himself to the cave he used to live in when he was a child. The two of them have been living in this place ever since.
A rock shifting broke the dark wizard out of his thoughts and caused him to turn hid attention to the man that just stepped in. Or was it a boy?
"Honey I'm home!" called out the boy as he smirked while Voldemort frowned. 'The boy never knows when not to be funny' thought Voldemort.
"Enough fooling around! How did it go?" he asked with much patient.
"Easy. He was already shivering in a corner when I arrived! How can he even be called a Death eater anyway?! Such a pathetic man shouldn't even be allowed in this world." Said the boy as Voldemort started to rub his head as the boy continued to complain about 'lousy death eaters'. Despite all this, Voldemort managed to smile. Harry was truly loyal to him and the boy somehow managed to find a way into his heart. It seems that Voldemort's heart was only big enough for one person and that person was Harry Potter.
'Maybe I shouldn't have treated him so nicely when he was young. Maybe it was because I was too nice to him that brought out this outrages attitude.' He thought. His 'loyal' death eaters never spoke him to in this manner before but now a mere boy was ranting to him.
Voldemort cleared his throat and Harry stopped talking. "You were ranting my boy. Go wash up and I'll send Nagini to find us some food." He said and Harry gave a huge sigh.
"Yes Father." he said as he bowed and walked away. Harry Potter had great respect for his father. He was also a joker but he knew when to stop. He only did this just to see a rare smile on his father's face.
Harry exited the cave and strolled over to the nearby lake to get washed up. He unsheathed his sword and pulled out a cloth to wipe the blood off. His sword had a handle made of pure emerald and his blade was made from pure sliver. There were gold carvings all over the handle and blade, which made it look even more stunning. Someone could say that this was probably the most expensive sword made…
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"Move with the weapon brat!" shouted Voldermort as he shouted at a five year old Harry who was currently learning to fight with daggers. He jumped and spun around with his daggers but accidentally sliced himself.
"You're supposed to kill the opponents not yourself!" shouted Voldermort from a nearby rock.
"I'm hopeless at this! Can't I use a sword or something?" asked Harry as he threw his daggers to the ground and pulled up his sleeve to examine the wound.
"Bloody Gryffindor." Muttered Voldermort as he pulled out a sword. "Here try this." And he threw a rusty sword to the boy who jumped up and caught it. He swung it around like he seen many of the people nearby do and amazingly even did some complicated moves.
"I see you're not that hopeless anymore." Said Voldemort with a smirk on his face as Harry's emerald eyes shone with determination. "Just that you're using a Gryffindor weapon." He said and Harry immediately dropped the sword.
"I'm not using a Gryffindor weapon!" he said spitting at the word Gryffindor.
"Just use it brat! You're hopeless with the daggers." Said Voldemort as he signaled Harry to continue training with the sword. A smile crept onto his face as he watched his son train with the sword. Clearly Voldemort was feeling proud.
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It was his sixth birthday but he was still outside training with his rusty sword. Voldemort sighed and called the little Harry back in.
"You need something uncle Voldemort?" asked Harry as he bounced towards Voldemort.
"I want to give you something." Was all Voldemort said as he handed a long box to Harry. "Happy Birthday brat."
Harry took the box and sat at his uncle's feet to open the box. He took of the lid and his eyes grew wide the moment he saw the gift. It was a heavy sword with a pure emerald handle and a pure sliver blade. There were gold carvings running up and down the sword in a unique design. Harry brought his face closer to the sword to inspect the gold carvings. There was a long snake that twined itself from the tip of the blade to the end of the handle (So the tip of the blade was gold. Neat huh?). Then, next to the snake were inscriptions and there were also random flowing squiggles all over the sword. In other words…
"It's beautiful…" said Harry as he ran a thumb across the blade to test his sharpness. His finger barely touched but a thin line of blood could be seen on his thumb. "And sharp too. What does it say?" he asked as he pointed to the inscription.
"From a father to his son." Said Voldemort and Harry's eyes lit up as he stood up and jumped onto Voldemort almost knocking him over.
"Thanks dad." Said Harry as he hugged his new father.
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After dinner Harry was to have another meeting with his father to be assigned his next target. So far he has been killing death eaters who had ran away after Voldemort's 'downfall'.
His father walked in with a thick velvet book in his hand and dropped it onto the table Harry was sitting at and flipped the book open. Harry recognized it as the photo album that only showed death eaters who were still alive and have not admit to be death eaters.
"Who's next?" he asked.
"Take your pick." Was all Voldemort said as Harry flipped through the pages looking for any face he didn't really like…
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"Settle down everyone." Said Dumberdore as he raised a hand to get everyone to quiet down. Everyone took their seats and it was total silence in just a few seconds. Dumberdore had called in the full Order of the Phoenix for this meeting and many people were just guessing what it was about.
"Now, I have called you all here to discuss some things. As many of you know, there have been many wizard killings recently. Most, or rather all, of these people killed were former death eaters. Severus Snape, ex-death eater, have told us that many of the death eaters that are still currently alive believe that Voldemort has sent someone to kill those who have betrayed them when he died. They call him the messenger of the dead partly because he's taking killing orders from a dead man and also because no one who have seen him has lived to tell the story."
"Then how do we know that there's such a person?" asked Alastor Moody also known as "Mad-Eye" Moody. "It could be a person from the light side killing these people."
"These people were killed by a sword in their heart. Do you think anyone from the light side would do such a thing?" asked Snape as he rubbed his temples.
"I also have reasons to believe that Voldemort (People shudder) is not gone like we think he is." Said Dumberdore and everyone started whispering among themselves.
"But surely he is? There hasn't been any news of him in fifteen years!" said Minerva McGonagall.
"We cannot be sure of everything Minerva. Severus is there some sort of pattern in the people he's killing?" asked Dumberdore.
"None. He just kills death eaters at random but he only kills death eaters that are not in Azkaban." Said Snape.
"We have to come up with some sort of plan to capture this Messenger of the Dead!" said Arthur Weasley.
"I've got an idea. Why don't we put up some notice to tell those who were under the imperius when they were death eaters to gather and we place them in Azkaban for awhile while we leave just one out so that we can put heavy protection on that one former death eater? The Messenger will definitely come for him!" said Remus Lupin. Many nods of agreement were seen around the room.
"Anyone who disagrees with Remus's plans please raise your hand." Said Dumberdore as Snape raised his hand along with no one else.
"As the majority agrees with this plan we will try it out. Notices will be placed starting tomorrow and they will be held in a holding cell in Azkaban. Severus will go too. We will then pick out one of them and we will have some of our members to guard him until he is attacked. I will call for our next meeting when I have picked out the death eater we will work with. You're dismissed." Said Dumberdore as many people stood up and headed out.
Within two days, the former death eaters gathered and were sent to a holding cell in Azkaban. There were no Dementors there so they did come.
"They're all in Albus." Said Minerva and he nodded.
"Headmaster we've found Ranger." Said Tonks as she and Remus guided a tall man with messy brown hair forward. This was the man who would be luring the Messenger out.
"Who will be guarding him sir?" asked Remus as Dumberdore slowly surveyed the man.
"Mr. Ranger, we will not be placing you into Azkaban with the rest. Instead, we will keep you in a house nearby with five aurors guarding you. Rest assure your life will not be in danger." Said Dumberdore as the man frantically looked around like someone was going to jump out and kill him.
"Please Sir! He will find me! He will kill me! He himself is death! Please sir don't let him kill me!" he shouted as he started to run away but Remus held him tight.
"Remus gather ten of the order members and make sure he is well guarded. Minerva, please get some calming potion for Mr. Ranger here. Tonks could you get another ten people stationed somewhere near the house for back up just in case? We do not know how strong he is so its better to be safe than sorry don't you agree Mr. Ranger?" said Dumberdore.
"Yes! Thank you sir! He will never get me! Never! Never…" muttered Ranger. His eyes were still wide opened and he was nervously sweating. Arthur came running towards the group right after Remus and Tonks led Ranger away.
"Albus! There's been another death!" he said as he pulled out a note from his pockets. Dumberdore read it and shook his head.
"We have to make sure that he is stopped." He said and walked off to check on the house that Ranger will be placed in.
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-Harry three years old-
"Uncle Voldimort don't weave me!" shouted a three year old Harry as he clinged on to his uncle's leg.
"Don't call me Voldimort! It's Voldemort!" shouted Voldemort but Harry didn't even flinch at his voice. He was used to his uncle's screaming and shouting at him.
"Bwut uncle Voldimort! They said that twhere's dementors wunder the bed!" shouted Harry as he still refused to let go of his uncle's leg.
"There's nothing there! Who did you hear it from anyway?!" asked Voldemort getting impatient.
"One of the snakes told me. It said that if I am a bad boy the dementor would suck my insides out! I'm scared Uncle Voldimort!" cried Harry as his tears soaked into Voldemort's robes.
'What did I do to deserve this?' Voldemort asked himself as he tried to shake the little critter off his leg. 'First, get boy off leg. Second, blast bed to show that there's no Dementors. Third, tell Nagini to kill that blasted snake which told Harry.' Then suddenly, it hit him (Not literally…).
"You can talk to snakes?!" asked Voldemort as he looked at Harry with wide eyes.
"Yes Uncle. They're not very fwendly though." Said Harry.
"And how did you know about a Dementor?" asked Voldemort as he raised an eyebrow.
"I read about it in one of your books Uncle Voldimort." Said Harry.
'He's a smart kid but why can't he pronounce my name properly!' thought Voldermort as he sighed heavily.
"It's okay kid there's no Dementors under your bed." Said Voldemort.
"Rweely?" asked Harry.
"Yes. Come on I'll show you." Said Voldemort as he sat down and pulled out his wand. "Lumos." He muttered and the light spreaded out from where the two were all the way to every corner under the bed.
"See there's nothing down here." Said Voldemort and Harry finally slowly let go of his legs.
"Maybe they're hiding." Said Harry looking all around.
"No they're not. There's no need to be afraid of them for now because I will be here alright?" said Voldemort and Harry jumped on him.
"I want to learn to make the light!" he said pointing to Voldemort's wand. The dark lord snorted.
"Maybe when you're of age. You'll never be as powerful as me though." Said Voldemort.
"Why? But I want to be just like Uncle Voldimort!" said Harry and Voldemort just smirked at this.
"If you really do I'll teach you when you turn of age." Said Voldemort as he turned to walk out the door.
"When is of age uncle Voldimort?" asked Harry and Voldemort smirked.
"When you stop calling me Voldimort." He said and walked out of the room leaving a smirking Harry behind…
A/N: heyy i hope u liked it! tell me how i can improve okay? please review!
