Chapter 2-The Dark Lord's Trunk

"Fidelio Sandia el Poteca de Vinita," chanted Tom Marvolo Riddle aka Lord Voldemort.

Once the charm had taken place over his new location he pointed the wand at himself, making the bright light envelop within him, completing the process of making himself Secret Keeper. He then added more charms to prevent Muggles from seeing the new base of operations. Lastly he activated a ward for Parseltongue, tweaking it with the Fidelius Charm so the address could be revealed to Harry Potter without him having to be told the location.

Once he finished he turned around to examine his new building. He had built the entire place with magic in less than six hours. He had summoned expensive building materials from the nearest town on the island he was on. His wrist was now sore from the amount of times he was using magic to build each new material in. The paint had now dried on the inside. Although he would normally refuse to enter something so merely Muggle he was desperate.

Once he heard from Harry Potter that Barty Crouch had been caught he decided to disappear. He went off to the island of Islay, also known as "The Queen of the Hebrides", located on the south west of Jura. He placed the building here deep south west of Port Ellen, overlooking the ocean towards the country of Ireland on the low cliffs. It was very much serenic to the Dark Lord.

He stood back to admire his handiwork. Now stood a large manor, coloured in a dark colour that seemed to represent his style of decor. He waltzed into his new manor. Every room was well furnished already. It took him at least four hours to get the right furniture for the manor. He still couldn't find the right seat for himself. It seemed every chair made in the Wizarding World give you a bloody cramp in the back.

He sat himself down on his chair anyway. He summoned some parchment to him before casting a difficult charm to identify the blocks he had removed off Harry Potter.

His eyes widened in shock at what appeared on the parchment.

Unblocked Magical Abilities from Harrison James Potter

Natural Abilities

Animagus ability

Wandless Magic Prodigy

Parseltongue (full)

Metamorphmagus

Analytical Abilities

IQ 160

Mental Magic

Poison's and Potions Removal

Confunding Potion (Type 2 Loyalty Compulsions)

Magic Depriving Potion

Attentiveness Disruption Potion

Lord Voldemort was astounded. The boy had more abilities than his Death Eaters, but of course he knew that his most loyal ones were a result of inbreeding which helped to slow the magical core. He still couldn't understand how Crabbe Snr and Goyle Snr could possibly cast spells.

He took a look at the list that had the potions that had been slipped into the boy's bloodstream.

Loyalty Potions and a Magical Depriving Potion. He frowned at this.

Dumbledore, in his supposed infinite wisdom, originally knew that he would attempt the life of the Potter child, yet he was trying to slow Harry's magical core down. Was the old man trying to sacrifice the child to the Wizarding World? More unanswered questions fuelled the Dark Lord's mind, all concerning Harry Potter and the Prophecy.

Settling in to his chair, he pressed the Dark Mark on his upper arm with his wand.

"Lucius Malfoy," he spoke to the magic going from his wand to the mark. This was how he communicate with his Death Eaters, especially specific ones. He would speak the name of the Death Eater he truly needed. Otherwise he would stay silent and allow the spell call every person that had the Dark Mark emblemed into their skin.

Although he had recently initiated the Boy-Who-Lived as a Death Eater, he would not give him the mark. That was just asking for trouble, and he already had a connection to the boy through the split soul he had left in the boy. He figured he could contact him through it.

Lucius Malfoy appeared on the grounds, looking around wildly for his master. Remembering the activation of the Fidelius, Tom went outside to reveal the location to the man.

Lucius' eyes widened once the manor came into view once the Secret Keeper entrusted the location to him. Not even his manor looked this exquisite.

Once he was seated in front of the intimidating Dark Lord did he speak.

"My Lord," he said, bowing as he spoke. "May I ask why you requested my presence?"

"CRUCIO," Voldemort yelled. Lucius writhed in agony for a moment. Voldemort made his way to the whimpering Lucius. "Tell me, Lucius-" his voice was saturated with cold and pure fury "-what did you do with my diary?"

Lucius was feeling horrified. Remembering the explicit instructions of the Dark Lord before his first downfall -"keep this safe, do not use it"- he had kept it safe, only to drop it on an unsuspecting Ginny Weasley in Diagon Alley.

Knowing he couldn't lie to the Dark Lord, he decided to tell the truth.

Voldemort twiddled with his wand as Lucius regaled his own version of the tale. That he had disposed of it out of fear the Ministry would find it when they started their raids three years beforehand. However, he already knew the proper truth of what happened. Barty Crouch's tenure as Mad-Eye Moody was incredibly useful. Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore told the man of the happenings at Hogwarts the past few years since he himself left. When he had been informed what had happened to his diary and the Basilisk he had been furious. He had tortured Wormtail for days on end, screaming that he should have done something, that he was at Hogwarts, that he should have tried to save the beloved snake.

By the end of his ranting Wormtail had near gone insane from being Cruciased into insanity. He had only stopped as he still needed the filthy traitor for his resurrection .

"You still have the other possessions I entrusted you with?" Voldemort growled, glaring at the silver haired Death Eater.

"Of course, milord," he stuttered.

"Go home and bring them here right away," Voldemort ordered. "Every single one of them. Do not disappoint me."

With that Lucius left. Voldemort leant back in his chair, trying to get comfortable. But the damned chair was aggravating his back. He tried summoning a pillow for lumbar support, but that wasn't even helping.

By the time Lucius had come back with the possessions left in Malfoy Manor belonging to Voldemort, the man was in such a bad mood for having no comfort in his chair. He regretted killing Wormtail. He needed someone around full time to torture when he wasn't in a good mood. Because the man was restricted from being seen after the fiasco with Bertha Jorkins in Albania he was around him full time. And he would refuse to hurt his dear Nagini, who was currently asleep on his feet.

"My Lord," Lucius drawled. "Here are your items."

He strewn the various dark items on the table. Cursed rings, necklaces, his favourite Dark Arts book, safeguard items to magical intrusion, his collection of Blood Quills, his seven compartment trunk and several shrunken heads.

He picked up his favourite shrunken head. The normally serious Dark Lord decided to finally joke to himself. Holding the shrunken head in the correct position on his hand he spoke.

"Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is!" He cackled himself silly when he finished speaking. It was unnatural to speak that quote in his cold, humourless voice.

Lucius didn't understand the reference. He guessed it was something to do with the Muggle world, as he knew fairly well the Dark Lord grew up there.

"Ah, my trunk," Tom said greedily. "I wish I was hiding in here, instead of a deep forest for nearly thirteen years."

He took hold of his trunk. "Let's see if you kept its possessions safe, Lucius."

He enlarged the trunk which had been shrunk.

Wandlessly he opened up the first compartment. Looking in on the dark objects he stored in there and seeing there were safe he closed it. He opened the second one, which had stored many of his school stuff back when he went to Hogwarts. Luckily they were still there. He then opened the third compartment which had a few worthless tomes in the storage space. He then opened the fourth compartment, his favourite one as it was a personalised library.

He lowered himself inside to see if Lucius had kept the room prim and proper. He pressed a magical switch that would tell him what books or tomes were missing. In cloudy grey writing the sensors informed him that only one book was missing which was his old diary.

He climbed out of the compartment and unlocked the fifth and sixth compartments, which were a potions room and a defence room for practice. The charms he cast on the trunk would not let underage magic be detected in the compartments. They were kept in perfect condition over his missing years.

He unlocked the seventh compartment and climbed in. Now he was in his own condo styled magical home. He checked each room for any sign of disruption before getting out.

"Good job, Lucius," he drawled. "Now I have a new task for you, and I need your son for it."

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The weather could not have been more different on the journey back to King's Cross than it had been on their way to Hogwarts the previous September. There wasn't a single cloud in the sky. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had managed to get a compartment to them selves.

During the ride Harry was thinking hard about what he had conceived in his memories in the past few days. He wanted to avoid Ron like the plague but he knew that would lead Dumbledore out to hunt for him to Obliviate him. Dumbledore's actions in the past few days were rather suspicious to him.

Although he was glad Fudge didn't believe Dumbledore, he was suspiciously surprised that Dumbledore didn't try to show the man his memories to try and confirm it. Dumbledore was now beginning to show the signs of avoiding Harry, which he welcomed gracefully. However, he guessed what Dumbledore was now going to do to him for the Summer.

With the return of Lord Voldemort he knew that Albus Dumbledore would try to assign people to watch him over the Summer, probably from under an Invisibility Cloak. His recently uncovered memories were now held under control while he explored them mentally. He found that Molly had cast a Confundus charm on Platform 9 3/4 when he was starting Hogwarts four years prior that wouldn't make him get up and leave the compartment when or if Ron was rude to him. When he thought back to that day, he quickly realised Ron was incredibly rude the whole journey up.

He finally found the answer why he never tried to branch out of the company of Ron and Hermione over the years. Dumbledore had cast enough charms and had him drink many potions that wouldn't let him leave them. He was wondering if his friendship with Hermione was fabricated. Thinking of her betraying him made him feel vulnerable to Dumbledore finding out anything going on. Hermione's problem was her reverence in authority figures, though this year it had taken a real beating. First with Barty Crouch with the tournament, and then with the Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge when he refused to believe Dumbledore about Voldemort.

Hermione was just showing him Rita Skeeter in her Animagus form when the door of the compartment slid open and Draco Malfoy showed his face.

The spoilt brat ranted out at them for over a full minute before pulling his wand out. Crabbe and Goyle pulled theirs out too to protect him if necessary. He pointed his wand at Harry before silently muttering something they couldn't hear. Harry felt something drop into his pocket before Malfoy left with his cronies.

"I'm going to get some air," he announced, getting up. Noticing Hermione get up, he quickly said, "I appreciate your notion Hermione, but I would like to be alone for some time, I'll be back soon."

Once he was safely away from Ron and Hermione's eyes he took out what was in his pocket. A note. He quickly read it: I HAVE SOMETHING MY FATHER TOLD TO GIVE YOU. COME TO COMPARTMENT E.

He walked down the train towards it. While he walked he noticed a few empty carriages. That was another thought that came to him recently about his meeting with Ron He remembered the day well.

"Anyone sitting there?" he asked, pointing at the seat opposite Harry. "Everywhere else is full."

That was the first thing Ron had ever said to him. Now he realized how ridiculous it was. The Hogwarts Express would not have had every other compartment full. There would be first years arriving that would have been nervous from the Muggle World and would have sat away from anyone. He was one of them. There should be enough space on the train, as they couldn't pack it too tight, for fear of pressing students whom didn't get on well too tightly together. There also would have been couples sharing a compartment, exposing space in an old compartment the couples would have been in. Also to attest to the fact was that there were at least forty compartments on the train, enough to transport an entire battalion of soldiers from an army base. Harry had lost his entire faith in the Weasley family.

Well, not the entire Weasley family, he thought, as a pair of twins caught his eye. An idea suddenly came to him. He already knew they wouldn't take advantage of his friendship. Dumbledore controlled Molly, Ron and Ginny with an iron fist. The Weasley twins were too free spirited and open-minded to even try to control. They would rather give up pranks than bow before an authority figure. He would not sever his ties with the twins.

"Fred, George," he called to them.

Fred and George looked up from their ideas to see Harry come in. Lee Jordan was in the compartment too, laughing from a joke obviously told by the twins. Harry sat down across from the twins looking them in the eye.

"Leprechaun gold," he simply said. Fred and George looked fearful while Harry smiled. It was easy enough to figure out that Ludo Bagman owed the twins money. Harry raised his hand to stall Fred and George from making a flimsy excuse. "Easy enough to figure out. Ludo has fled, hasn't he."

The twins nodded. "Well, I have something for you." He pulled out the pouch Minister Fudge had given him. In it were his Tri-Wizard Winnings.

"Take it," he said, and he thrust the sack into George's hands.

"What?" said Fred, looking flabbergasted.

"Take it," Harry repeated firmly. "I don't want it."

"You're mental," said George, trying to push it back at Harry.

"No, I'm not," said Harry. "You take it, and get inventing. It's for the joke shop."

"He is mental," Fred said in an almost awed voice.

"Listen," said Harry firmly. "If you don't take it, I'm throwing it down the drain. I don't want it and I don't need it. But I could do with a few laughs. We could all do with a few laughs. I've got a feel ing we're going to need them more than usual before long."

"Harry," said George weakly, weighing the money bag in his hands, "there's got to be a thousand Galleons in here."

"Yeah," said Harry, grinning. "Think how many Canary Creams that is."

The twins stared at him.

"Just don't tell your mum where you got it … although she might not be so keen for you to join the Ministry anymore, come to think of it. …"

"Harry," Fred began, but Harry pulled out his wand.

"Look," he said flatly, "take it, or I'll hex you. I know some good ones now. "

Before the twins could say anything else he got up and left their compartment, giving them a smile. He then made his way to Compartment E where he found Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle.

Malfoy looked at him. "My father said to give this to you," he handed a picture of a snake to Harry. "He said it's a Portkey. He said only you can Activate it." He said the last part suggestively, which Harry immediately got.

In Parseltongue he called out "Activate" and was immediately whisked away by a glowing green picture of a snake. He fell down on a hard cold floor in some house.

He looked around to see where he landed. He was in a large Dining Room. Thirty chairs surrounded an extremely long table. At the head, sitting on a tall chair was a white snake faced man.

"Harry Potter," the man spoke dramatically. Harry fought the urge to roll his eyes at the display of dramatism the Dark Lord displayed at his name. "GET UP!"

Harry quickly got up from the floor. He knew not to anger the Dark Lord any more than necessary otherwise suffer the Cruciatus. He walked over to the Dark Lord.

"Sit," Tom called, gesturing to the chair next to him. Harry quickly sat down next to him.

"Why do you want to join me Harry Potter?" he asked.

"When I was in First Year," Harry started. "I was a boy Dumbledore wanted to control. He knew too much of my night wanderings, even while under my Invisibility Cloak. I had gone to the library to find books that would probably best describe the Dark Arts. I found out there is no difference between Dark Magic and Light Magic.

"When I had learned the spell Wingardium Leviosa I had quickly realized that it could be used for a Dark Purpose. You could simply levitate a living person and carry them to the edge of a cliff and release the spell. They would fall and break their neck, thereby killing them. The Imperius Curse from what I found out could be easily used for the same purpose, or to save the life of someone trying to make an attempt n their own life or on someone else's.

"The Cruciatus Curse could be used by Healers to identify where the pain is coming through the worst while the Killing Curse could have been used to give a quick death to those who preferred a quick death than to a painful long suffering death. Magic is about intent. It isn't the difference between Dark and Light magic. However I intend to use magic to harm those who seriously deserve it."

He looked up at the bewildered and amused Dark Lord. "Once I started reading about you in the History books I realized what you were trying to do to this poor world they call Magical. You made the best choice. Before Dumbledore performed a memory charm on myself along with several other charms to change my allegiance I wanted to join you because you're ideals are seductive." He added that last part wryly.

Voldemort let out a full-blown laugh. This meeting had gone better than he planned. Giving the photo of a snake as a Portkey to Lucius Malfoy with instructions to have it given to Harry Potter had gone a lot better than he expected.

Now he let out a more serious expression. "Harry, how do you feel about the Restriction of Under-Age Magic."

Harry's face contorted into a masked fury. Lines were showing in the forehead and his lip was snarling. "It's bloody useless," he said venomously. "If I could I would happily torture my relatives for the rest of my life. It's just a shame the Ministry watch out for under-age magic."

Voldemort smirked. "Hand me your wand," he spoke to Harry. "I shall remove the Trace on your wand."

Harry gladly placed his wand on the table in front of Voldemort.

Voldemort placed the tip of his wand on Harry's before casting a once more difficult charm. It was another Goblin ritual, but it was much less exhausting than the one performed on Harry in Little Hangleton. He droned on with a few other charms that removed the tracking on the wand that Dumbledore had placed. It was here he realized this was the brother wand to his own.

The Dark Lord's Equal. The Dark Lord's Equal. Was this wand a sign of it.

He finished the ritual and charms and handed the wand back to Harry. "Make sure you mindlessly torture your relatives for days," he said smiling. He looked truly frightening when he smiled like that. "Try using Muggle items. While I despise Muggles they have the best things to torture someone. I once read some awful Muggle story where some pathetic Muggles are tortured by a truck."

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Far away in the Ministry of Magic in London, a documented name for Harry Potter that followed his magical use outside of school vanished, as the wand of the user had the trace removed and the wand became null and void, nonexistent to the Ministry.

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Then he remembered another reason he called Harry here. He conjured his trunk and enlarged it as he had once again shrunk it.

"Harry," he said. "As I am now living in this monstrosity," -he gestured to his new home- "I have currently no need for this. This is a magical trunk. It is similar to what Barty Crouch had Mad Eye Moody trapped in, however with more space. I am giving it to you."

He explained to Harry everything about the trunk. When he told Harry about the condo styled home in the Seventh Compartment and the Potions Room and Defense Room in the Fifth and Sixth the boy looked delighted. When he showed him the Library the boy had become elated.

He took Harry into the magical condo to show him the rooms. He went in the compartment last after Harry. He showed him the kitchen, which had several magic charms on the items to self-cook and self-clean. He then showed him the Lounge which was stunningly impressive to the boy. Once he showed him the bedrooms the boy was truly overjoyed. The bathrooms were top of the art too. Magic took care of the plumbing in the place. There were no pipes. Once water would touch the draining hole it would be instantly enter the ocean instead.

He then showed Harry a study room which held more magic. On the wall was a large map of the area the compartment was in. It showed the cliffs of the area his new manor was in. To Harry it looked like the Marauders Map. Voldemort noticed Harry's curiosity so he explained it to him. Although the compartment was hidden with a charm similar to the Fidelius Charm you can easily know who's outside it in an area within four large scale mansions. It would also alert him if a witch or wizard was nearby for security measures. A large study desk was on the other side. Harry sat down and looked at the enhanced map which was placed perfectly in front of them. A large long sofa was in the room too that could be easily turned into a bed in mere seconds.

Voldemort pulled a parchment out of the drawer of the large chest of drawers in the corner and handed it to Harry. At the boy's confused face he explained. "It would be useless at having to use the magical map on the board so this is what it is, only shrunk and fittable to place in your pocket. It only works in Parseltongue. To activate say Draw Me A Snake. To deactivate say Slither Away and everything will vanish. It will work anywhere, even the Fidelius, whether I can pass it or not."

"You're actually giving all this to me," Harry said, astounded. This was the greatest gift he ever received.

"You'll need it," Voldemort said dryly.

They both left and Voldemort then opened the compartment that had his safeguards within it.

"These are Occlumency rings, Harry," he said, displaying the safeguards. "They are the exact same of what I had given to you back in the graveyard."

"I will need to see you over the Summer, Harry Potter," he drawled. "But I do not know how to communicate with you. Dumbledore will obviously be watching your mail. I can't risk losing a valuable servant like yourself. Do you happen to have any idea how to communicate with me."

Harry's eyes widened at this. He had the perfect idea to communicate with the Dark Lord.

"I do know of a way," he smirked. "But I ask you not to harm or injure him in any way."

Tom looked at the boy. Him. Who was the boy referring to?

"Dobby," Harry called out to the air.

At once a house-elf wearing a tea cozy, mismatched gloves and socks and an army camouflage for a sweater apparated in to the Manor.

Noticing the Dark Lord, the elf gave a frightened squeak, before Harry gently placed a comforting hand on the elf's shoulder.

"Don't worry Dobby," he said soothingly. "He won't harm you. Trust me."

The little elf looked at Harry with scared eyes, before nodding.

Voldemort looked the house-elf up and down, amused at what the elf was dressed up in. He also wondered how Harry controlled the Malfoy family elf. Harry explained the full tale to Voldemort.

"And you want him to be your communicator?" Voldemort asked.

"Dobby is more loyal to the Great Harry Potter, sir," Dobby spoke up. "It would be a great honor to work for Harry Potter sir."

"You better accept him, Harry," Voldemort told him.

"I can't," Harry said. "I always give him clothes as a gift. If I accept him, I won't be able to give him clothes."

"I will accept you Dobby," Harry said. "But not magically. I want you to remain a free house-elf until your death."

Dobby nodded. "That be alright, Harry Potter."

"And Harry," Voldemort said. "I have a book here for you."

He handed a book titled Complex Protection Charms to Harry.

"I think you should read the part about the Fidelius Charm," he said. "It has been well known and reported that Albus Dumbledore cast the charm to protect your family. You need to understand how it works."

Harry opened the book to the bookmarked page. He read the passage aloud: The caster will place the Fidelius within the true Secret Keeper. If the Secret Keeper is changed the original caster has to re-perform the charm to change Secret Keepers.

"Wormtail told me Dumbledore performed the charm," Voldemort spat out. "He knew it was him."

Harry's brain went numb. Dumbledore had known who the Secret Keeper actually was, yet he let Sirius rot in Azkaban.

It began to make sense now. Dumbledore was the Chief Warlock back then and still is. He was supposed to uphold the law. Sending Sirius to Azkaban without a trial ensured that he couldn't prove his innocence in court. The old man must be desperate to control him.

Well not any more, Harry decided. It's time for me to become more independent.

"If you want to turn that Mudblood friend of yours against Dumbledore," Voldemort said. "Just show her this book."

Harry pondered this. "Might as well." He bookmarked the page and closed it.

"One more thing Harry," Voldemort said. "I performed a dangerous ritual back in the graveyard that removed blocks that had placed on your magic."

He pulled out the parchment that had the names of blocks placed on Harry's magic and handed it to him. Harry read through them. He surprised to be an Animagus and a Metamorphmagus.

"How can I be an Animagus when it is a studied subject?" Harry asked.

"It depends on your ancestry, Harry," Voldemort said. "Take me Harry. My mother was a squib. She didn't have any magic in her to understand Parseltongue, due to the effects of inbreeding throughout the line. Because she had me through a Muggle she had brought back the power through the Magick of a non-incestuous union which strengthened the magic core."

"Because your father was an Animagus, and your mother was just finishing the transformation the day you were born, it ultimately raised the chance of you becoming an Animagus through the elements of your parents. The Metamorphmagus on the other hand-

"Whenever a magical child is christened and the godparents chosen, it is possible the godchild will have a possible attribute of the godparents line. Metamorphmagi used to be common within the Black line. Because of common inbreeding there too, it began to dissipate. It can be regained if there is a child related to the Black line, blood adopted or godchild, is born through another source rather than Pureblood."

Voldemort paced back and forth while explaining this to Harry.

"I will contact you sometime soon through the elf," Voldemort finally said. "You need to back on the train before your disappearance is noted."

He shrunk the trunk and gave it to Harry. Harry pocketed it.

"Dobby will take Harry Potter back to the train," the elf said loudly.

"Take me to an area that is not frequented on the train," Harry told the elf.

Dobby took hold of Harry's hand and vanished, leaving behind a scheming Dark Lord.