Wormtail muttered darkly to himself as he watched over the baby. The baby was silent and not very fussy, but Wormtail hated the thought of a child taking over for the Dark Lord. "I'm the one who's stood by his side for years, I'm the one who brought him back. And you get to take over for him you filthy little-"
"Wormtail! Stop pestering him" Voldemort roared as he entered the room, his snake-like face hidden behind the Daily Prophet.
"Yes my Lord, but I don't see why you need this child." Wormtail recited to him.
"We have been over this, and I do not wish to share it again. But if I must…" he sighed as though he didn't want to tell the tale again "I will not be here forever Wormtail, I expect one day I shall retire my rein and hand it over to a new face. I shall make him into my puppet, and he will work for me, then his son will take over, and we'll watch over him. I desire a family tree." Voldemort said.
"Yes, but what if the child wants to know why he is here, and why he doesn't … look like you, and his last name, and middle." Wormtail questioned hesitantly.
"You question my intelligence Wormtail? He will not know his middle or last name, he will have to earn mine."
"But, Master..."
Voldemort let out an angry growl, Wormtail recoiled to the ground whimpering in pain as Voldemort's hand made contact with his face.
"ENOUGH QUESTIONS WORMTAIL! Do you think I'm am dumb (No!) Am I crazy to you? Do you no longer wish to stay and help The Dark Lord?!" Voldemort screamed to him.
"Mercy, please, I only meant that he is weak, and small, and you are all powerful, My Lord, I think you need an... adult." Wormtail cried. Voldemort let out a high merciless laugh.
"YOU! You think you can take over for me!" Voldemort laughed, "I can't trust you! You disrespect my presence just by being alive near me! With this child, I can raise and Heir from the ground up! Handover my years work to you? Never in my life have I heard something to stupid!" He added to salt the wound. Wormtail whimpered, but sat up as Voldemort finally strode away from him, and to the baby.
"This child will be stronger, he'll grow up a warrior, a fighter. Not some meak and spinless rat like you Wormtail. Now, do you wish to stay and help me or would you like to die early?" Voldemort whispered. This was actually not a question.
"Master, of course I will help, I wish for nothing more than to serve the Dark Lord...And his Heir," Wormtail squeaked. Voldemort grimaced down at the child, who had woken up and smiled at him, arms outstretched and begging to be held.
"So be it. Now, get him what he needs" Voldemort ordered as he left the room.
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Little Harry wished for nothing more than to go out and play sometimes. He wanted to ask questions, but he knew they would never be answered. How come he didn't look like his father, and why wasn't he allowed to go to school, instead he had to stay inside and practice battling with his father. His routine was the same almost everyday, homeschool with Wormtail then battling with his father. Often times his father would ridicule him, call him weak, and small, and skinny. But Harry thought he was pretty well sized, for a six year old.
"Father, I don't wanna play anymore!" Harry whined after an hour of practicing magic. He knew he was a wizard, his father told him he was a long time ago. He also knew his family was special, he knew his father was a powerful man, like a King or something. He had people practically begging to do his bidding. He always wanted more though, he'd often complain about a Hogwarts and a Ministry. Harry had hardly a clue what those were, once he'd seen a headline with Hogwarts in it on a paper called 'The Daily Prophet' and tried to read it. His father swatted it from his hands and beat him for it, he still had the scar from that beating, but no knowledge as to why it really happened.
"We are not playing, we are training!" Voldemort yelled to him. He was having Harry duel him.
"Then I don't wanna train anymore!" Harry yelled back, throwing his new wand to the ground. He crossed his arms and plopped down on the ground.
Voldemort looked at the child, no one had ever yelled back to him before, or denied him. This child was bold, and stupid, and yet he was becoming exactly who Voldemort wanted him to be.
"Wormtail, get this child... something!" Voldemort ordered Peter, who was hiding in the shadows, away from the duel.
Harry smiled to himself, he had got his way once again, he was finding it easier to get his way now-a-days. Working over his father was always a little harder, but when he won those battles he felt great pride in himself.
"Li-like what, My Lord?" Wormtail stuttered.
"I don't know ask the boy!" Voldemort yelled, as he fell into a nearby chair. Harry could hear Wormtail approaching him.
"Harry what would you like?" Wormtail asked him, much more confidently than he had answered his father. Harry thought.
"I wanna play... with friends. Now!" Harry said in a same kind of voice his father did. Peter looked at Voldemort, as though saying "Can he really talk to me like that?" Voldemort was smiling, he liked the way Harry snapped at Wormtail.
"You have Wormtail to play with." Voldemort told the child, Harry glared at the short man.
"I don't want to play with Wormtail, he's old and no fun and he always smells like old butter!" Harry pouted. Wormtail looked highly offended, Voldemort chuckled softly.
"You heard him Wormtail, find him a friend." Voldemort said calmly. Peter muttered under his breath, and he went out to find an owl. Harry crawled over to his father's arm rest of the chair.
"Father, that power you have over Wormtail, what is it." Harry asked as innocently as any child would. Voldemort smiled evilly.
"Fear, my son." Voldemort answered. Harry liked being called this man's son. He put on the same smile his father just had.
"I like 'Fear Power'" Harry said. Voldemort put his hand on the child's head
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Lily Potter picked up the picture or her newborn and wept over it, it was the only picture of Harry she had left. The picture of her and James holding him, just an hour after birth.
"It's okay Lily" James lied, holding her. It was not okay, he had not seen his son for a long time. It had to have been six years, it must have been, they've been celebrating his birthday, even without him here.
The hardest part was to think of little Harry there with Voldemort. What could that bastard be doing to him? James asked himself.
"It's not okay James, my son is gone! And Sirius is in Azkaban! But I guess life is just a big game to you isn't it!" Lily yelled to him. She was always like this, one second okay, the next, a weeping willow. This was true Sirius was now in Azkaban, James told him about Wormtail (Sirius had not known) and he went after him. The crime scene was horrid, and James and Lily now thought Peter was dead. But this conversation was more about the baby.
They had promised each other they would not have another child until they found Harry. Only because they were afraid of Him taking another baby of theirs away.
"No Lily this is not a joke," James assured her. "We're going to find him, I promise"
Lily looked at him, eyes emotionless "You also promised you wouldn't let him take him."
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"When is he coming father! He's late and I don't like late!" Harry paced the room, his little arms folded. Voldemort rubbed his forehead to try to relieve the headache. But he had to admit, the child was becoming more forceful and demanding by the minute, and he thoroughly enjoyed that. Just think of when he's an adolescent, Voldemort thought, smirking.
"Wait, my son, Wormtail has got him" Voldemort told the child. Harry got angrier.
"NO! He's taking to long! I want to play now!" Harry yelled. The child was now out of hand. Voldemort wanted a forceful child, but he also wanted a respectful son.
"DON'T YOU RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME!" Voldemort told Harry, "I am your father! You should never speak out of line to me! You will show me some respect!"
Harry had seen what his father had done to people when he was mad at them, and he didn't want it to happen to him. Harry bowed his head.
"Yes, sorry father." he mumbled. Suddenly the door to their home opened and Wormtail walked into the room.
"M- master the boy is here." Wormtail stuttered to Voldemort.
"Well go get him!" Harry ordered him, he looked up at his father, waiting. He knew he wasn't to be bad to his father, but what about his father's faithful servant. Wormtail clenched his fists and he did what the child asked him to do. When Wormtail came back in, he had with him a young boy, about Harry's age, and his father. Harry's mouth fell open, the boy looked almost exactly like his father, and Harry did not look anything like his father. This thought bothered Harry.
"My Lord" The older man said, Voldemort nodded to him.
"Lucius, I see Wormtail asked you to come." Voldemort said to him.
"Yes, I have a son, Draco, and he should be about Harry's age. Go on Draco." Lucius said, pushing the little boy forward. Harry faced this Draco Malfoy and sized him up. Both young boys stared at each other for a long time.
"Harry." Harry stated, holding a hand out to the other kid.
"Draco Malfoy." The boy replied just as stiffly.
"You've got two names?" Harry questioned curiously, everyone around him only seemed to have had one name.
"Malfoy is my family name." Draco rolled his eyes.
Harry turned to his father, "Why haven't I got a family name like he does?" Lucius flinched at the way the child talked to the Dark Lord as if he were going to be punished for it.
"You haven't earned it yet. Now, you asked for a friend so take him and run off." Voldemort simply replied.
Harry turned back to the other little boy. "Fine, you'll do then, let's go." Harry ordered, Draco grimaced at his Father, who returned it with a stern look. After which, Draco followed Harry up the stair to his room.
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When the boys had fully left Lucius approached the table his master was sitting at and waited to be told he could sit.
"So it's true? You took him from the Potters?" He asked Voldemort.
"What would make you say that?" Voldemort asked with false curiosity.
"He- he looks like Potter, like a clone!" Lucius said.
"Yes, I did, but not steal he is rightfully mine. Ask no more questions." Voldemort told him. Lucius could not help himself:
"What will be his last name? He's curious, will it be Gaunt?" He asked against his will. Voldemort slammed his fist on the table, sending the cups, (and a frightened Wormtail) flying to the floor. Lucius kept a calm demeanor, though his hands were shaking.
"Don't ever speak that hopeless cow's name to me EVER AGAIN. He cannot have any name that could be traced back to my… family." Voldemort breathed heavily.
He regained composure and stated, "I think it would be a great honor for you if he took, your wife's sister's name. It could be practically untraceable seeing as the last of that blood line was her now late husband." Voldemort said. Lucius couldn't have felt happier, this was an honor above all else.
"Of course my lord, Lestrange it is."
