Disclaimer: I had a dream that I owned Harry Potter once, and when I woke up..... It wasn't real!! (Weeps uncontrollably) I guess I'll learn to live with the fact that I don't own Harry Potter.
Chapter 1- I'll be back
Voldemort wasn't happy, well he never was, but today he had to once again show what happens when power is abused. He sat in his chambers at his desk, contemplating what he could possibly do to get his message across. He had tried everything and it never worked. He walked over to the door opposite his desk and entered without knocking.
His eyes were met by the same sight everyday; a messy haired boy sat on his bed scowling like there was no tomorrow, (Which there wouldn't be if he carried on the way he did). He was resting his head on the headboard with his arms crossed defiantly across his chest. He was only tiny around the age of seven, but the wave of his magical aura as you entered the room was enough to make you think about underestimating him. The young boy didn't even look up when Voldemort entered; instead he got off his position on the bed and walked over to the window, turning his back on Voldemort.
'The nerve of that child' thought Voldemort observing the room around them. He had given this child everything he could; he had trained him, gave him power and in a way saved him. Voldemort couldn't help but let his mask slip slightly as he thought about this last one and a small smirk crossed his features, his evil snake like features with red eyes and slit like nostrils. Voldemort opened his mouth to speak when...
"I'm not learning anymore of your rubbish Voldemort"
His eyes flashing red in annoyance Voldemort hissed, "You will do exactly as I say, after all I've done for you!"
"All you've done for me" the boy repeated in a voice that Voldemort had to strain to hear. "You've done nothing for me; you've kept me here against my will for the past years and then you still stand there and DARE to tell me what you've done for me" He still hadn't turned around and faced his 'Saviour'.
Voldemort took a moment to calm; it was long over due that he needed to have the battle with the boy. Over the years he had taken his arrogance into account, but dismissed it as something that would he would grow out of and for a seven year old boy this lad was way beyond his years.
"Look at me" commanded Voldemort, 'There's no time like the present' he mussed making his way across the room to stand directly behind the child.
With a deep sigh the boy did as he was told, and Voldemort looked eyes with the Avada Kedavra green eyes of the child. He quickly scanned his features, before being drawn to the green pools of fury that glinted in suppressed rage. Voldemort couldn't help but feel amused, 'So like that fool Dumbledore, except their eyes twinkle for opposite reasons.'
"Harry, Harry, Harry. You will soon realize what I have tried to tell you for many years now, that there is nothing out in this world for you until you learn to control the power inside you. The only way that is going to happen is with my help" Voldemort sneered as he received the death glare from his charge." Or would you prefer to learn from that old fool Dumbledore". His words hit the boy instantly and Voldemort could literally feel the anger radiating off of the brat. The green eyes flashed white and he new what was coming, having experienced it many times before.
Harry erupted.
"I DON'T NEED EITHER OF YOU AND YOU'RE SO CALLED SIDES OF WAR!! I WILL NEVER SEE YOU SIDE OR THE OLD MAN'S AND IT'S ABOUT TIME YOU REALIZED IT AND GOT OFF YOU PEDISTALL TOM!!"
Voldemort found Harry right in front of him breathing heavily and felt something he had only ever felt a few times in his life, fear. Yes this nuisance of a kid was here against his own free will and Voldemort liked to make sure it stayed that way as he had too keep him in check, underestimating this boy was not an option. 'And I just made my first mistake in that' he thought.
Suddenly, Harry clutched his head in obvious pain and he dropped to his knees and cried out in anguish. The glass in the room smashed, and Voldemort was thrown away from the messy haired boy to the floor across the room. The noise was phenomenal; it was as if someone was screeching at the top of their voice.
Voldemort raised his head to look at the young wizard before him and was, for once, astounded by what he saw. Standing dead straight in the middle of the used to be immaculate bedroom was Harry Potter, but was it? 'So much power' thought Voldemort in awe. For Harry was being surround by a glowing golden light that if you looked closer at had swirling black deep within. His eyes were pure white and a white ball of light was held in each had. Wind was rushing around the room at an alarming force and no matter how hard Voldemort tried to stand the unknown force of the wind kept him on the ground.
Voldemort squinted, Potter was raising his hand and he knew he had to do something fast. Until he saw and the hand travel to the windows direction, where the ball of light left his hand and slammed into the already shattered remains of the window blowing it apart and half the wall with it.
Feeling the panic continue to rise as he saw 'the brat' turn and face his new found exit, Voldemort tried to get up for the rapid winds were dying down with every step Potter took closer to leaving.
"Wait!" he cried in an attempt to gain control over this powerful being 'Good luck' he grimaced as the blinding white eyes sought out his own deep red ones.
"No you wait, wait for the day I will destroy you and then you'll see that power may be everything but it something that you defiantly don't have"
"We'll see Harry, we'll see" was all Voldemort could muster. Inside he knew that he plan at gaining the upper end of Dumbledore had a different effect on the boy then he wanted and now he not only had that old fool to worry about, but a seven year old, super powered wizard.
As the enemies smirked at each other and Harry turned and jumped out the hole then disappearing in a flash of light after he had passed the wards in his room. Voldemort couldn't help but think 'I may have thought I was creating my greatest asset by taking and training that boy, but in reality if I'm not careful he will be my downfall'.
(A.N. – Hey guys, did this seem a bit I dunno, rushed. Well, I didn't want to brood over it too long a this story goes further then one of those, Voldemort's my father, Voldemort lied, Harry gets revenge, kind of stories. If you didn't guess Harry has been forced to learn magic and is one powerful chap! (Smiles proudly) Let's see he expands on his Grey attitude in the war and don't forget about that promise he made)*Winks*
