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Summary: AU. Voldemort 'rescues' Harry, after he was abandoned by his parents and his little sister. Awakening to a pair of yellow, Jewelled, eyes in a strange place with the most feared Dark Wizard around, Harry wants answers. Non Slash.
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-Curses-
-Powerful Curses – (Either strong caster or strong emotion)
/Parseltongue/
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Chapter 2: Said the Spider to the Fly.
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Lily hugged Jane tightly. It was her tenth birthday and, as usual, she cried for the loss of her brother. It had been six years since Harry had been killed and she just wanted to see him again. But she knew she couldn't.
But at least something good had happened, she now had a new baby brother called Sam.
Tomorrow would be the last day with her family before she was taken by Dumbledore to begin her training, only seeing them at Christmas and her Birthday. She would be gone for a year for basic training and spells they wouldn't teach at Hogwarts and then go to Hogwarts for the rest of her magical education, coming home each summer for a month and going back to Hogwarts for a month before school starts for more training.
Jane was taking this really well, seeing as she would only see her parents and baby brother a few times each year.
Dumbledore would be training Jane himself with the help from Mad Eye Moody and Horace Slughorn for Defence Against The Dark Arts and Potions.
Trying to take her thoughts from going away, Jane began to open her presents. Receiving some spell books and one part to a two-way-mirror from Lily; James's old Invisibility Cloak and a few boxes of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans; a big bag of sweets from Sirius; A Remember-All and a Pocket Sneakascope from Remus; and a Pensive from Dumbledore.
Also a few other things from her various friends.
The next morning, Dumbledore arrived as planned at 9:30 and went over everything one last time before leaving by Floo Powder to Hogwarts.
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"Harry, now is the day. And the day is the day when you become my Heir." Voldemort stated as they walked past the usual place they trained.
"Y-your Heir? You're kidding me, right?" asked Harry as they strolled to a room Harry had never been to before.
"Harry, when have you known me to kid? I am being utterly serious. Now, switch these onto yourself." He said, handing Harry a set of Black robes with red runes placed at what seemed to be random intervals, a pair of black and gold Dragon-hide boots, as well as a silver mask that covered everything but his mouth and chin with black runes place over it.
Harry waved his hand, switching the robes he was wearing for the robes in his hand as well as the boots and placed the mask over his face before quickly banishing his discarded robes to his room.
"And summon your sword." Said Voldemort as an after thought.
Harry waved his hand again and the sword he had first called for in the Room of Time was placed in the belt.
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Harry sat on his bed and looked at the sword he had summoned in the Room of Time. It was a fine sword. The blade was made from blue diamond with silver and black serpents with emeralds encrusted eyes littered the hilt. Because of it was made from diamond, Harry could see a small snake inside.
/Hello?/ asked Harry, wondering if the snake was still alive.
/Hello, my new Master! I am now yours to command./ answered the sword.
/Err… I'm Harry. Do you have a name?/
/Yes, it is Dartoka. It's a pleasure to meet you Master Harry./
/Are you the Sword of Salazar Slytherin?/
/Not any more. Now I am yours./
/You do not have to serve me, I don't mind./
/Oh, but I must! I have not served anyone in quite a while and I would rather spend my time with company. But if you do not want me, I shall return to the Room of Time until the next person summons me./
Dartoka began to dematerialize.
/No, don't go!. I would love for you to serve me, but I was just wondering if you'd rather not have me as a master. I might not be in many battle yet./
/Thank you Master Harry./
/You know you don't have to call me Master Harry all the time. My name is just Harry./
/Very well then, Just Harry, I shall try./
Harry chuckled. /No, I mean it is Harry, not Just Harry, or Master Harry but Harry./
/Very well then Harry./
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"Are you sure you want me as your Heir? I mean, you've been like a father to me but I would never expect the Dark Lord to pick me as his Heir."
Voldemort chuckled slightly. "I know, but you have a lot of qualities that will serve good purpose as my Heir and I believe you ready. A lot of places under my control have rooms which only Parseltongue can open. And you have summoned the sword that was once owned by Salazar Slytherin. Here we are."
Voldemort opened the huge oak double doors and walked in, waving his hand behind him.
The room was pitch black but random spurts of raw magical power from objects around the room allowed them to navigate their way to a large stone basin. A light shone down from the roof once they were stationed at either side of it.
"Place your sword, point down, in the centre of the basin." Harry did so. "Now place the palm of you hand against the edge of the blade and push it onto it, cutting yourself on the count of three. 1…2…3"
Harry pushed on the blade and watched as his blood trickled down the blade.
"You can take your hand off now."
Harry did so. Dartoka began to spin slowly and the blood mixed as it fell into the basin. Voldemort began to add a few herbs and ingredients and asked Dartoka to mix them in. Dartoka agreed and mixed them in.
Voldemort began to draw runes along the sides of the basin and chant as he worked. Voldemort frowned and looked at Harry.
"The runes have not allowed me to continue because it is your birthday, they say that you have to draw the rest of the runes because it is your eleventh birthday and when the first blood ritual was created, a rule was also created making sure that the age of eleven is the that a person has to create their own runes. You don't mind to draw the rest of the runes do you?" Harry shook his head. "Very well. Do you remember the runes that I taught you? Write 'blanditia parum minus ingravesco noto minuo'. And chant it while you draw."
Harry did as he was told and etched the rest of the runes. Once they were complete, the runes glowed and the basin sunk into the ground replaced by a pentagram. The runes were now on the ground around the pentagram and glowing a violent red colour from the electric blue they were on the basin. Dartoka slammed herself into the ground and two goblets materialized in the air.
"Bottoms up," Voldemort said with a grin as he grabbed a goblet and emptied the contents. Harry followed his lead and downed the red-gold liquid.
All most at once he began to feel his magic darken a little and he sank to his knees as his vision faltered slightly. Upon trying to rub the blurriness out of his eyes his head began to throb and he collapsed onto the cold stone floor, with the last thing to pass upon his vision the now warming crimson eyes.
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Harry's eyes fluttered open slightly as light streamed onto him from a small gap in the curtains around his bed. Growling, Harry waved his hand to the curtains and they quickly sealed themselves.
/Thank you, Harry,/ Nagini hissed sarcastically, if snakes could that is. And Nagini certainly could. /Here I was, enjoying the sun light, and you close the curtains!/
Harry felt the bed dip a little and he opened his eyes to see what had happened. Voldemort looked down at him with a small smile playing at his lips.
"So, Harry, how do you feel?" he asked, his eyes showing a little concern which most thought it impossible.
Harry closed his eyes and used Legillimency on himself to search through his thoughts and feelings.
"I suppose I feel a little different. My magic definitely feels a bit different."
"Well that's to be expected. But other than that, there are no side effects? No, good. Actually, you do have some physical changes."
Harry frowned slightly and went to the tall mirror in the corner of the room that stretched to the ceiling from the floor. It was true. He did look a lot more like Voldemort. And he now fashioned a trendy lightning bolt scar on his forehead, which was cool. His eyes now instead of a brilliant green were green when you looked one way and red in another! Then it hit him, he didn't have to use his glasses any more. Harry turned back to Voldemort.
"What happens now? I mean, like who are you to me now?" he asked, a frown still playing on him.
"Well… I suppose we are true family now as we are bound to each other by blood. I suppose that I am your… father… as strange as that might be."
Harry looked at him before nodding. "That makes sense… father." It sounded so strange to be calling the most feared Dark Lord father… but it felt right. After all, he had only had a true father for a year… before the 'Prophesized' child was born.
"Harry… son…" Voldemort began, almost as if it felt he didn't want it to happen… whatever it was. "I have something to give you." A hand slid into the insides of his robes and pulled out a large, golden locket, and gave it to Harry.
Harry looked down at the locket as his fingers traced upon an ornate, serpentine S. He turned the locket over in his hands and saw a large snake on the back. The chain was made of snakes entwined with each other and as Harry shifted the locket into his other hand, he swore that the chained serpents move.
/It-its beautiful!/ Harry said, not realising he'd switched to Parseltongue. /Are you sure?/ he looked up at Voldemort and saw the slightest bit of regret in his eyes, but none the less he nodded. Harry shook his head and handed the locket back. "I cant! I can see it's to precious to you!"
"It's your now. And yes it is very precious to me, but it is yours now. It will ensure your safety within these walls. And will protect you from some major spells outside. If you ever need me, I'll be there." He placed the locket around Harry's neck and pointed to it. Harry just new that Voldemort was telling the truth. "It should be worn proudly. I've charmed it so only you can take it off. And you might want to check if your name has changed and if not, change it. You're my Heir now, and it wouldn't be suitable to be called Potter."
Voldemort got up off the bed and walked to the door before turning back to Harry. "I shall be gone tomorrow for a week. You shall be looked after by one of my most trusted Death Eaters, Lucius Malfoy and his wife, Narcissa and son, Draco."
"Where are you going?"
"Finland. Helsinki to precise. I'm meeting with the Vampire Elders to try and gain their complete alliance. Now, I believe you need some more sleep to adjust your system."
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When Harry woke up again, it was dark. He looked around the room and noticed the sleeping Nagini at the end of his bed, her jewelled eyes staring blankly into nothingness.
Harry chuckled a little as he remembered the first time he saw Nagini asleep.
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Harry woke up to the sound of muffled voices.
/Ooooo, a play thing! Here mousey, mousey, mousey! Come to Aunt Nagini! Aunt Nagini shall take good care of you! Oh I'm sorry, I did not know this was your mouse!(pause) ooh yes that's nice! Let Nagini look after you! Yes, Nagini takes good care of hers…/
Harry's eyes flew wide and his head turned to where the sound was coming from to see Nagini at the end of the bed, her jewelled eyes wide and misty, with drool dripping from her mouth and her tongue flicking gently.
/Nagini!/ shouted Harry, causing Nagini to shake her head slightly and the mist in her eyes to fade.
/What young one? Why did you choose to wake me from my beautiful slumber?/
/You were asleep?/
/Yes! And you woke me!/
/How do you sleep with your eyes open?/
/I do not need eyelids. And that is not the reason you woke me. Now, do tell why, before I get hungry, preferably./
/umm… well, you were talking in your sleep. Saying something about a mouse and Aunt Nagini./
If it was possible for snakes to blush, Nagini would have been completely red. /Err… well…that'snotforyoutoknow!/
Harry laughed. /Ok, I don't want to know anyway!/
Harry laughed again and turned back into the pillows, leaving Nagini to her erotic dreams.
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It was actually quite disturbing.
Harry waved his hand, performing the Time Charm. 1:47. It was too early to wake Nagini, she would probably eat him from the last time he woke her up this early.
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/Nagini,/ Harry whimpered, shaking the large snake slightly. /Nagini! Nagini, I had a bad dream./
The large snake began to stir.
/Nagini!/ He cried, pushing her more frantic now. /Nagini! Wake up!/
Harry was crying now and pushed her so hard that she fell off the bed.
/WHY YOU STUPID HUMAN! I SHOULD EAT YOU RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW FOR PUSHING ME OFF THE BED/
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Scared him off for weeks. Harry couldn't bring himself to go near the snake of ages afterwards.
Harry pushed out the palm of his hand and whispered –Serpensortia-
A large Boa Constrictor pushed its way out of his hand and landed on the floor. Harry sat down next to it as it reared its head.
/Stop! I'm not going to hurt you! I just want to talk!/ Harry whispered to the Boa.
The Boa looked at Harry for a second. /You speak?/
/Yes I speak! I just want to talk./
/Yes, well, you do know that you have taken me away from a meal I was about to have!/
/I'm very sorry! Here!/ Harry picked up a sock that he had found on the floor and transfigured it into a mouse. /Will this do?/
The Boa looked at it and nodded before quickly snatching the mouse out of his hand.
Harry looked at the snake before asking/What is your name?/
/Zen. And yours?/
/Harry./
/May I go back to my proper meal now? I'm sorry, but that mouse tasted fowl!/
Harry chuckled slightly, before waving his hand and banishing the snake back to where it came from.
Harry sighed and walked through the secret passage in the back of his wardrobe to the library.
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Voldemort sighed at the end of that particular long meeting and stood up.
"Lucius, Narcissa and Bellatrix, remain behind."
The three Death Eaters stayed behind, earning some envious glares from the others.
"As you no doubt are aware, I will be leaving tomorrow for Finland to see the Council of the Vampyres. However, before I leave there is some business left to attend to. I am sure by now you have heard the rumors that speak of an Heir to my name. These rumours are true," He paused for effect. "And I trust that you will keep this information to yourselves." He said with a pointed glare, waiting for their agreement before continuing. "Good. Now, while I am away I require a place for my Heir to stay and I have decided that he is to be with you and your wife, Lucius. I will expect you here in the morning to come and collect him for the week."
Lucius bowed low sweeping his cloak around him to hide the slight trembling in his fingertips. "I would be honoured milord."
"Good. Good. Bellatrix, I believe you have a daughter?"
"Yes, milord."
"I have decided to reward your many years of service by betrothing your daughter to my son."
Bellatrix's eyes gleamed. "It would be a great honour, milord "
"Good, now, Lucius, you are dismissed. I have some things to discuss with your wife and her sister."
Lucius glared a little at Voldemort but bowed nonetheless and kissed his robes before leaving, knowing exactly what he was going to 'discuss'.
"Now, before I leave, I am in need of your other services." Voldemort said with a grin as the two beautiful women in front of him, bowed and began to undress.
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After finishing the book he had been reading called, The Dark Arts Outsmarted, Harry let out a hearty laugh and tossed it aside. 'The fools! I can't believe what they're saying in some of these books. I'll stick to learning the Dark Arts. Much more effective and fun.'
Harry began searching the shelves for books that he hadn't already read in the six years of living here. Waving his hand again, Harry realised that it was almost 5:00, but he kept searching.
Achievements in Charming.
Advanced Potion-Making.
Advanced Rune Translation.
Ancient Runes Made Easy.
Animagi: The Easy Way. 'Hmm… that sound interesting.'
Harry pulled the book off the shelf and began to flick through the pages.
Ordinary Transfiguration of a human into an animal's shape results in the human having an animal's brain, and thus being unable to remember what he or she was supposed to be doing.
Retaining one's human mental capacities while still taking on an animal's form is a highly advanced form of Transfiguration, and can go horribly wrong.
Consequently, those who can master this Transfiguration are quite rare in the wizarding world; they are referred to as Animagi. More precisely, an Animagus is a witch or wizard who has the ability to Transfigure herself/himself into an animal at will while retaining her/his mental powers, such as the ability to think as a human.
It is possible for another witch or wizard who is sufficiently knowledgeable to force an Animagus to Transfigure from animal shape back into human shape. If used on a true animal, the spell would have no effect.
There are three ways to determine what ones Animagus form is. The first being a highly complicated spell(See page 28), the second a highly complicated potion(See page 30) and the third a second highly complicated potion, forcing the Human form to Transform into the Animagus form for a few seconds to allow ones self to get a feel of what it feels like(See page 52)
'Really interesting…' Harry thought as he quickly flipped to page 52 for the potion ingredients. Once Harry reached the page he quickly took the secret passage back up to his room and, from there, into the Room of Time.
'I want all the ingredients for the potion stated in this book on this page. I also want time to slow down so I have time to practise until I get it right before 7:00.' Two clocks appeared on the wall, one showing the time here, and the other showing the time outside. Harry watched each clock for a few seconds, realising that he could spend a year here before having to go back to the real world.
He got to work immediately and followed the instructions precisely, and after three hours of working in the Room of Time, the potion was finally ready. Harry bottled the rest of his potion and grabbed a goblet full.
"Bottoms up," he whispered and downed the potion.
Pain.
Pain tore through his body and his vision faltered slightly as he collapsed onto all fours. Hair began to sprout all over his body and pads began to form on his hands and feet. Harry felt something rumble deep within him and he let out a spine-chilling howl. Once everything had calmed down, one thought rushed through his head. 'I need a mirror!'
A long mirror appeared in front of him and what he saw shocked. Harry was looking into the mirror, but what was looking out did not look like him. 'This was not what I was expecting.'
