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As I walked up to the house I heard rapid footsteps. They were expecting me. In one swift move, I busted down the door with ease. I entered as I spotted James Potter running down the stairs. With a quick sly smile I casted the Avada Kedavra curse. I watched Potter fall to his knees in defeat; his pale face showed the agony that he was suffering. The sound of a baby crying filled the house. This was too simple. I strolled past James until I came to a door that signified it was "Harry's Room". The sound of a woman trying to calm the crying child filled my ears. I opened the door and raised my wand. I could tell she was shocked, in no time she started to beg.

"Please, not my Harry." She pleaded. "Kill me…not him." She went on her knees as she sobbed, she was pathetic. The Avada Kedavra spell ended the annoying cries. She screamed as she vanished into thin air.

I turned to the boy who was lying in his crib. He wasn't very big for a child of his age. He looked like he was sleeping. The mother must have given him something.

I raised his wand again but as I said the curse. The baby opened his eyes and blinked up at the me. It was as if the child had casts its own curse. The boy's eyes were like emerald gems sparkling in the light above. I slid my wand away and reached out to pick up the baby. In the child eyes were emotions that I've had never seen before.

Harry cooed at him with a small smile.

No! This is my enemy. I'm growing soft from just looking at this child. This makes me sick.

I ignored the child and gazed around the room. The room was covered in Gryffindor colors. Disgusted, he went over to the changing table and snatched whatever caught his eye and slid the objects into his satchel. He slung the bag over his shoulder and then turned to look at Harry.

"What toys do you want?" I questioned him quietly.

"Big Ball." He answered back excitedly. I scanned around the room for a 'big' ball. It didn't take long until I saw it. Surprisingly, not red or gold but a baby blue. I went over and shrank it quickly and stuffed the ball into my pocket. I eyed Harry, who was trying to look into his robes for the ball.

"Harry." I spoke softly. Harry looked up at him.

"Close your eyes." Harry did as I told him. I took out a quill that would take us back to Colton Manor. I uttered the words to take us home. I smiled as Sirius Black entered the house. Perfect timing…

We appeared in the library. I abruptly righted himself and Harry. I glared at Harry who looked a little green from the ride. It was minutes later when he got his insipid color back .

A/N: Ok Um I know this is short but I am a short chapter person. I hoped you liked it. I know that Voldemort was kind occ but he should be back to himself soon. Also some of you might ask why would Harry look at Voldemort with love in his eyes when he JUST met him. Well when Voldemort was younger and not snakey he kind of looked like Harry and since Harry is almost exactly like James… What it basically comes down to is Harry thinks Voldemort is James . Also if you can figure out why Voldemort's house is named Colton Manor you get a cookie! Please R&R!