A/N: This chapter is set three years after the first one. (He is now four years old) Harry/Alexander has met Voldemort only once, at the age of three and has mixed feelings about the 'father' he barely knows.

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"Alexander!" Narcissa shrieked "Don't you dare put that in your mouth!"

The four year old froze, the floo powder he'd been about to sample was clutched in one fist, poised directly over his waiting mouth. Narcissa hurried over and snatched the powder away from the child who looked like he was about to cry. Narcissa relocated the floo powder and hurried back to the young child, sweeping him up in her arms and giving him a reassuring hug.

"It's okay dear" she said soothingly "Just don't do that again"

Alexander nodded his head gravely "Promise" he said solemnly

"Good boy" Narcissa set him down again. "Now behave" she warned him as the child walked off to find his 'brother', Draco.

"A handful is he?" a naturally cold voice whispered from behind her.

Narcissa chose not to reply and turned around, her head bowed to face Lord Voldemort.

"Good" he remarked "Now, I wish to take the boy for a few weeks. I have finished my business, for the time being"

"I shall have him ready in a few minutes" Narcissa replied

"Good"

Narcissa hurried up the stairs and walked into the room that Alexander and Draco shared. The two were playing a game of Wizard VS Dragon where Draco was the wizard and Alexander was the dragon. Narcissa watched for a few seconds as Alexander 'roared' and 'stamped his feet' before shooting an imaginary jet of fire at Draco. Draco jumped aside, dodging the imaginary jet of fire and retaliated by sending a pretend curse towards Alexander. Narcissa smiled "Boys" she began "The Dark Lord is here, Alex. He would like to take you on a three week…holiday"

The little boy looked stubbornly up at Narcissa "Don't wanna go" he whined

"Alex" Narcissa said calmly "He's cleared three weeks just for you. He really wants to spend some time with you"

"Don't care" the four year old replied resolutely

"Alexander" Narcissa said warningly "You will go whether you want to or not but I suggest you go willingly"

The four year old looked like he was about to defy Narcissa but after a few seconds his shoulders drooped "Fine" he said glumly

"Me too" Draco put in

"No dear" Narcissa said "The Dark Lord wants to spend some time with Alex; you'll have to wait until he gets back"

"Don't want to" Draco said sullenly and retreated into a corner or the room.

"Come Alex" Narcissa said as she waved her wand. A few clothes flew out of the dresser and into a small trunk that she then conjured. She held out her hand and the four year old took it, a frown on his face.

"It's only a few weeks" she reassured him "Then you'll be back here with us"

"Promise?" Alexander tugged her hand

"Of course dear, now come on" Narcissa led the child down the stairs and into the room where Voldemort was waiting.

Voldemort smiled as they came in, it was a predatory smile and it frightened Alexander.

"Come here my boy"

Narcissa released Alexander's hand and motioned for him to go towards Lord Voldemort. Alexander looked up at her with pleading eyes but she simply shook her head and repeated the motion. With a small sigh the boy inched slowly across the carpeted floor towards his so called father. When he reached the towering figure of Lord Voldemort he looked up and his eyes met Voldemort's as they had three years ago. Voldemort smiled and placed a hand on the boy's shoulder in the next second they disappeared, as did the suitcase in Narcissa's hand.

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3 weeks later

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"Alexander!" Voldemort called "Front and center"

A young boy raced down the stairs of a fairly large mansion, his unruly black hair flying behind him, to skid to halt directly in front of the man he now called his 'father'. Alexander beamed up at his 'father'. Voldemort smiled and placed a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"I have to leave for some…business" Voldemort began. The boy's face fell and he looked at the floor sadly. "But I don't want you to go" he mumbled

Voldemort smiled "It's only for awhile; you can go back to the Malfoy's in the meantime"

Alexander's face brightened at the prospect of seeing Draco again. "Kay" he mumbled with a small smile.

"Good" Voldemort replied, "Are you ready to go?"

The boy nodded wordlessly.

"Good" Voldemort said "Now hold onto my hand"

The boy ignored the outstretched hand; instead he rushed forward and hugged the man tightly. Voldemort flinched but smiled slightly and transported them to the door of the Malfoy mansion.

"Now" Voldemort said briskly "There'll be none of that once we step inside" he reminded the boy "It won't do for Malfoy to see me being compassionate" he smirked slightly at the look he knew would appear on Lucius's face, right before he fainted. Alexander refused to let go and hugged Voldemort even tighter.

"Alexander…!" Voldemort said warningly

The little boy released his father and smiled innocently before tugging Voldemort's robes incessantly.

"Alright, Alright" Voldemort said, grinning as he knocked on the Malfoy's door. Normally he would just barge right in but he wasn't feeling much like blasting several hundred locking spells to smithereens at the present moment.

"I've said it once and I'll say it again" a furious voice shouted "We are NOT interested in ANYTHING that you're trying to sell us!!!!!" Lucius slammed the door open, an exasperated look on his face. The look of exasperation quickly drained away and was replaced with a look of pure horror, fear and a sense that the apocalypse was nigh.

"Master" he groveled as he fell face forward onto the floor "I was unaware that you were here"

"Clearly" Voldemort remarked

"I thought you were another salesperson, normally you simply let yourself in"

"Yes" Voldemort agreed pleasantly "I normally do"

This scared Lucius, a pleasant Voldemort was not a good thing, and in fact it meant that Voldemort was probably cooking up a particularly nasty way to kill you slowly. Lucius cringed and awaited Lord Voldemort's judgment.

"You should have someone clean that mat" Voldemort remarked airily as he stepped past Lucius and into the mansion. Lucius, realizing that Voldemort was not going to kill him, looked at the mat; it was covered in his sweat.

"I shall have someone on it immediately" he replied

"Hmmm" was Voldemort's only indication that he had even heard Lucius.

"Come Alexander" Voldemort called

The little boy ran past Lucius and caught up to his father. Voldemort stretched out his hand to the four year old and together they walked into the lounge room.

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20 minutes later

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"Don't leave" the four year old begged "I wanna stay with you"

"I'll be back" Voldemort promised "But I have to go now"

"No!" Alexander protested

"Yes" Voldemort replied

"Then I go with you" the four year old replied resolutely

"No" Voldemort chuckled "You stay"

Lucius stared in shock; Voldemort had just chuckled, warmly, not coldly or in a sinister way, but warmly…

"I'll see you later" said Voldemort as he disappeared.

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