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Chapter 2
Alex woke up the next morning to see a house elf by his bedside.
"What do you want?" Alex asked it roughly.
"Master Alex, Angus has a note for you! Angus has a note." The house elf spoke in a high and anxious voice.
"So hand it over." Alex took the note, and shoved the house-elf away, resulting him to give a little squeak.
Alex-
Breakfast will be held with those of the inner circle. Wear you're finest robes and come down here in seven minutes sharp.
-Father
Alex knew that Voldemort really wasn't his father. He was from a pureblood family who had squandered their fortune, and could not afford Alex. Being followers of Voldemort, they offered him up to be a Deatheater. But Voldemort had gone farther than that. He considered Voldemort as his adoptive father really.
Alex knew at least three minutes had passed already, so he leapt from his cozy bed, and sprinted to the dresser. Grabbing a dark green robe with silver hem, Alex slipped it on and made to the mirror to fix his hair a bit. It was cut to perfect length, and he was able to get it to stay in one place that looked suitable to him.
With two minutes to go, Alex ran zoomed out of his bedroom, and ran down the stairs. He opened the dining room puffing and wheezing.
The dining room looked like a giant cathedral. It was certainly long, with tall windows. The ceiling seemed to go on and on, and had chandeliers hanging and glistening.
"Ah, Alex, right on time really. Take a seat." Voldemort indicated to a chair beside him, and Alex sat.
A chorus 'Good morning Young Master' came about, as all the Deatheaters stood and bowed.
"You may sit." Alex told them, and they all did so.
The meal really was luxurious, as Alex was accustomed to. There were also house-elves up and around, tending to his every whim.
"Alex," Voldemort said, as many of the Deatheaters began to shuffle out of the door.
"Yes?" Alex asked.
"You do remember you have lessons today, correct?"
"Yes father," Alex sighed, and made his way out of the room to prepare for the lesson.
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Lord Voldemort stood by the door of the training room, waiting for Harry- Alex. He even had trouble remembering to call him that. One deatheater had even mentioned the name, and the unfortunate soul had been under the cruciatious curse for a very long time.
He could just kill Alex, but the power radiating off of him was to strong, he knew. The boy even knew advanced wandless magic. He was also a parselmouth, and the Dark Lord was not sure if he wanted to destroy someone who spoke the tongue.
Besides, Voldemort did not know the full contents of the prophecy. If he killed Alex, what would happen? He assumed with all this talk of Alex being the 'chosen one meant something. So if he had Alex's full loyalty that meant that Voldemort was…. even more immortal perhaps?
He had to do a lot of work to ensure Alex would not question anything. He could not just obliviate him and leave it at that. The boy's head was filled with lies. A lot of them. They all ensued of Happy memories with Voldemort, and even some with Draco Malfoy. He had made sure Alex had someone to call a friend, and Draco was only a bit hesitant to go along with it.
The Dark Lord's thoughts were interrupted when Alex walked into the room wearing robes of black, which cascaded to the floor.
"Hello Alex." Voldemort said to the boy, who looked a bit agitated.
"Hello father." Alex said, closing the door behind him.
"Did you enjoy breakfast?" Voldemort said, trying to bring the boy's mind from any disturbing or angering thought he may have.
"Yes father." Alex replied shortly. "And what are we studying today?"
"The imperious curse." Voldemort was not sure whether to study this so soon, but it seemed to light up the Alex's face.
"Alright father, who are we practicing on?" Alex asked.
Voldemort had considered using a Weasley to see Alex's reaction, but considered it bad if one of them were to start screaming, "Harry, it's me! Remember?" So he thought it best to use a young muggle girl.
"Just a worthless muggle girl I had a Deatheater pick up from nearby. We'll kill her in the end."
"Excellent." Alex replied with a greedy expression on his face.
Moments later, a frightened girl was shoved into the room, bound and tearful. Alex walked up to her supporting a smug expression on his face. She looked up in terror at the towering form over her.
"Untie her, and start with making her do something simple. Like cartwheels for instance. You may progress to different things as time goes on." Voldemort said, and Alex immediately began. Soon she was doing cartwheels all around the room.
When Alex grew bored with Cartwheels, he had the girl run into the wall repeatedly. He knew it was immature, but he couldn't help but snicker at the sight.
Voldemort gave Alex an are-you-kidding-me look, and Alex moved onto something else in embarrassment.
By the end of the lesson, the girl had a bloody nose and a fractured leg. Voldemort sent a flash of green light at the girl, and she died instantly.
"Tomorrow's lesson, Alex, will be a bit better in your mind I'm sure." Voldemort said before leaving the room and Alex alone within it.
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Alex really did enjoy that lesson. Using the curse made him feel powerful. Really powerful. He liked the idea of the girl doing whatever he wished. Not that he didn't had that already with the way Deatheaters treated him like a God. Or, a mini God really, only being the heir and all.
He didn't even want to go to the lesson. He had gone to so many lessons with his father already, and he was sick of them. But if lessons were going to get as good as this, he could make time for them.
There was a knock at the door, and Alex looked over to the door.
"Come in." He called, and in walked Draco Malfoy, his best friend. Draco lowered himself into a bow.
"Cut it out. You know you don't have to that when were alone." Alex snapped at him.
Actually, Draco didn't know. He was told to bow to Alex, and refer to him as Young Master. He was taught to treat him as he would the Dark Lord.
"Yes, Young Master." Draco replied. Inside he was screaming. THIS WAS HARRY POTTER! HE SHOULD NOT HAVE TO-
"Draco, don't call me that." Alex was now laughing. "Seriously, no one is around to reprimand you for calling me Alex. And none of this bowing crap."
Draco was relieved to hear this, but was torn between the two orders. Follow the Dark Lord's orders, ones of which he totally hated, and was just told not to follow by his heir or…
"Yes Alex," He said quietly, praying to God no one would overhear them.
"Ah thank you. Did you happen to see Bella at all this morning? I didn't see her at breakfast." Alex asked, sounding slightly worried.
Draco was taken aback at first. She was the woman who killed his Godfather. Wait duh, he doesn't remember, Draco thought dumbly, mentally slapping himself.
"No, I did not, Young"-
"Draco, stop!" Alex corrected him angrily.
"Sorry…Alex." Draco apologized. "So how was your lesson? I am told that you practiced the imperious curse. I rather enjoyed it, I must say."
Alex knew Draco to be boastful, and he laughed inside. "Yeah, it was great. I liked it too, you know. I practiced on this Muggle girl. She was pathetic really. Whimpering every time."
They both laughed, and developed into a conversation, changing in between topics as they went.
When another House-elf appeared warning Alex for a private lunch with the Dark Lord, he sighed, and said his good-byes to Draco.
He changed into a new robe for the occasion and sighed again.
Everything was so formal. Alex always wore dress robes for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He couldn't even call the Dark lord Dad. He was only 15 and he was bowed to by a bunch of grown wizards and witches.
He left the room, and made his way to the dining hall for a long, and formal lunch.
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