The snowy owl invaded his private quarters yet again bringing a let and what seemed to be a vial of red liquid, which he assumed was blood, to the Dark Lord. He hastily grabbed the vial and placed it on the desk in front of him before taking the parchment and ripping it open in suspense and excitement knowing now who this boy may be.
Dear,
I am at a loss of what to call you. You called me Harry but now I do not know what to call you in return. Would you still like Mr Badass Dark Lord or would you like your real name or another nick name. I do not know why you are being so nice in your last letter, yet I can not say that I minded it either. I am quite curious as to why you would want my blood but as you swore an oath and will tell me after the potion is completed, I have decided to comply with you, against my better nature mind you, and give you what you want.
You should feel so honoured. I don't normally give people what they want. Even those stupid idiots that believe they are my friend do not get that. I know why they hang around me after all. I am not stupid. Have you ever wondered what it would be like if you were on the other side of the fight? You know as in if I was dark and you were light? Stupid idea really. I mean you work on the side of the light, there's more chance of Snape playing professional quidditch than that really.
The blue prints, address and picture are always necessary in a raid Voldie; even you should know that after all how on earth are you going to know where you're going, how to get in and who your target is. I'm trying to hurry you along so I can get out of here. I've been here two weeks already and he's… Doesn't matter, don't need to think about it. In any case Voldiemister… you got a Sat Nav? WHY? You do know there a muggle electronic device right?
OH NO the Dark Lord has gone to the muggles!
Seriously though, you actually thought of kidnapping? Well it could work I suppose… when are you willing to try? And I can see your meetings though my scar. I have no idea how, I thought you already knew anyway considering as you always curse my name as soon as I'm there. Unfortunately Dreamless Sleep does nothing against them so I started learning occlumency. Thanks for the heads up by the way on the meetings. I guess I owed you an explanation considering as I got out of watching two imbeciles get themselves hurt by the Big Baddie Dark Lordie. If you have any books that you could lend on the subject by the way feel free to mail them back to me.
I felt this emotion from you a few hours ago, must have been about 11PM and I wondered what you were doing to feel that way. I must say I have never felt that emotion before and I don't think I have ever felt it off you so it must have been a strong emotion in order to make me feel it though the shields I had in place for your Alcoholics Anonymous meeting that was supposed to take place tonight.
Why do I feel like I'm sending this letter to a friend? After all we ARE arch enemies' right? It must be your emotions that are causing me to be this calm. Damn! Stop it before the barriers open up and I see things I really don't want to see.
How do you think Bumblebee's face would look if I pointed out that you were like a father to me? After all you've been a constant presence in my life since birth and have taught me right from wrong, punishing me for being where I shouldn't have been but yet never done any "serious" harm to me yet. Maybe I should write to him and tell him just so I can check out the response…
I think I would like to sum this up now before I drop at my desk. That blood took something out of me especially because I haven't eaten today. Have a nice meeting and just so you know you don't have to kill someone at every one of your Anger Management Classes you know. You can just tell them off, otherwise you will kill off your army before you even fight. Wait, no do that ignore what I said kill plenty of them to prove your point.
Toodles Darkie
HP Sauce
A.K.A Boy who has not so great luck.
Voldermort stared at the parchment and then at the vial of blood that had come with it. The boy was stupid. When he had said a vial he did not mean the largest you could find and fill it to the top. He was already supposed to kill him but the boy was making it easier that to fight against him and it would just tarnish his reputation if he killed the boy by taking to much, especially when he swore an oath the not use the blood to hurt him.
He thought back to the conversation he had had with Severus the previous day…
"My Lord," Severus greeted and bowed before him. However it was clear that Severus was tired, even at nine at night; the man must have been marking or holding detentions for Gryffindors. Severus remained in the bow until Voldermort had released him.
"You may stand Severus. I have asked you here to create a potion for me to give to one of my followers. I expect it to be brewed to perfection, there can be no mistakes. Do you understand?"
"Yes, my Lord" came his reply.
"Good," getting up, Voldermort walked over to the bookshelf that accommodated the left wall of his study and found the green leather bound journal before handing it to Severus. "I need you to make the Composition Potion and bring it to me in tomorrow. I trust that will not be a problem."
"Of course not my Lord. May I ask what this potion is to do? I have never seen this journal before." Severus responded intrigued by the book that had been placed in his hands.
"You would not have Severus, it is one of Salazar's journals and you would have not been able to read it if I had not unlocked it just moments ago. The Composition Potion will determine a child's birth mother and father from five drops of their blood and I have an associate who would like to be sure that the child, who claims to be his, is his. I trust that secrecy could be kept with you Severus?"
"Yes, my Lord. I will go to my own potions lab and brew this straight away."
"Then you may leave." As Severus got up to leave an idea shot though him, "Oh, and Severus," The man turned around, "You will tell Luscious I want to see him in three days time"
"Yes, My Lord." Came as the response and the man exited swiftly out of the room.
Voldermort sat down on his thrown staring at the picture of his lost wife and then at the picture, who he now thought, may actually be his son.
Voldermort sat back re reading the letter though waiting for Snape to walk though his doors. Yes he knew exactly what feeling the boy was referring to and what he was doing at the time. Sitting in his thrown staring at the pictures of the boy and his wife whom was taken. It was love and loss at the same time. Grief over the one who he had lost and now the one who he may have found. Voldermort just hoped he was right and hadn't gotten his hopes up about the boy.
The door opened and a man in tall black robes opened slipped in though the crack carrying a vial of blue potion.
"Here is the potion, my Lord. Is this all you need of me?" The man said as he placed the vial on to the desk in front of him.
He knew the man must have been tired. He studied his body language noticing how he was shaking from exhaustion of making sure the perfection of the potion, ensuring he gave the best to his lord. His head was bowed because the lights were to bright in his eyes after being down in his dungeons for the past 24 hours, ensuring that his survival was created with the potion.
"Yes Severus, you may go and get some rest. Your Lord thanks you for your quick and flawless brewing." Almost eager to get the man out of the study so that he could check the boys true heritage. Severus noticing his Lord eagerness to get rid of him, bowed and left the man in the room alone, conveying a message to the two death eater guards that his Lord does not want to be disturbed.
Once left in the room, Voldermort withdrew the silver basis from his desk and scourgifying the bowl to ensure there would be no complication, he emptied the contents of the blue vial in to the bowl. Once the liquid settled in the bowl, he hesitantly reached for the blood vial, which would soon determine his future, uncorking it and pouring five drops of the deep red liquid in to the bowl waiting for the names of the biological parents of the boy to appear.
The Dark Lord hated waiting. How long was it until the stupid potion worked anyway? Maybe he was supposed to say something and he hadn't. Two hours he had been staring at the stupid thing. Salazar Slytherin had better have got the instructions right. After all Snape was petrified so he had obviously followed the instructions thoroughly enough to make it work. He got up and ran to the book shelf, almost tripping over his robes in the attempt. At last he found the original journal and read though the instructions.
Well there just had to be something he missed! Scrambling back over to his desk he hissed out in parseltounge to show the names of those who breathed life. A swirling silver mist came out of the bowl and memories began to play of his precious Lily standing next to a crib with a boy in her arms rocking her to sleep as he cried. The memory faded leaving the name Lily Evans behind. Voldermort's breathing hitched as the name faded bringing another memory of himself standing in front of the baby boy with his wand pointed at his own son's forehead. The ghostly image faded once again leaving the name Tom Marvolo Riddle Junior hanging in the air in front of the Dark Lord face.
Voldermort stared at the words as the faded; wishing them to come back, just to make sure it was true. The memories taunted him. He had killed his own Lily, tried to kill his own son on the same night. All because of that Bastard that was Albus Dumbledore.
Voldermort screamed out in rage. He hated that man with a passion. He hated that man with every fibre in his new bones. He made him kill his own wife, almost made him kill his own son and left his son with MUGGLES! It was safe to say Albus Dumbledore would not be alive for much longer. Not if he could help it.
Voldermort grabbed a piece of parchment of his desk and wrote a message to his son who was most likely anxious about a reply.
Harry
Be ready for Friday, I have some interesting news. Make sure those muggles don't touch you or I will kill them.
Tom
He knew it wasn't much but he felt it was all he needed in order to convey his message. He quickly tied the message to his son's own and got her to fly swiftly to his son in case of an emergency.
He knew he was seething. The man had taken his family away from both his son and himself. He knew that Lily was adopted just as he was. They had both performed the same potion to know the truth about their heritage. He knew he would never be able to forget that he had caused his wife's death or that he had almost tried to kill his own son four times already. However he did not know the truth until now. He would take his son from those disgusting muggles, remove any glamour that Dumbledore or Lily had placed on him and he would work though his problems with his son until they could become a happy, if not so slightly dysfunctional family.
He would have liked to rest now. Those hours of staring at the potion had been both infuriating and exhausting. But he knew he could not sleep. He knew he had to plan. He had to get his only son away from Dumbledore and those pathetic excuses for muggles who he could assume were abusing him.
Who could he trust? Severus? Lucius? Most definitely not Bella. No he, Lucius and Severus would go. They were the only three who knew of Lily and they knew how much I loved her. They would understand. They would rescue Harry from those pathetic muggles.
Friday.
He had told the boy Friday. He would get him on the Thursday night instead, just to make sure the boy did not tell Dumbledore. He would kill those pathetic muggles who dared hurt his son and he would take Harry to safety where no one would harm him again.
He called for Severus and Lucius, feeling a bit guilty for the lack of sleep that they both had been having due to his obsession. They did not know the root of it but they knew that he was obsessed with something and would tell them when he needed. Now he needed to tell them.
"Father in deed" Voldermort mused out loud, "the boy has no idea how right he is…"
Two black figures walked in to the room, both still drowsy but refusing to show it in front of their Lord. He smiled at them in welcome; they were his original and closest friends. When Lily had vanished however, he had gone on a rampage, determined to avenge her murder but unsure how to go about it. He refused comfort of the two black figures who had arrived to meet him. He had treated them as his followers. He knew they were not really his followers. Friends were not followers. They were there to comfort when one had lost and to stand beside one when in need of strength and these two had done it admirably and without question. He just hoped he was not asking to much of them again.
"My Lord" they said simultaneously taking a knee in front of him.
"Firstly, you two really need to stop calling me that. I am sorry for how I treated you after Lily died but I should never have let it come to this. You are my friends not my followers and you should not kneel before me. Please stand and call me as you used to."
The two stared at him in shocked silence, casting glances at each other to reassure the other that he had just said that.
"Fine Tom, you're forgiven. Now why the hell did you wake me up at 3AM to come here?" Luscious drawled, yawning after finishing his question to prove his tiredness.
"I am also sorry for that my friends but I have urgent matters to discus with you."
"And it couldn't wait," Severus supplied nodding his head knowingly. "You used the potion yourself didn't you?"
"Yes I did Severus. It was not my own blood, but the blood… of my son."
The two cast glances at each other again before resting their wide eyes on him again
"Are you sure, Tom?" Lucius managed to say.
"Yes. I need to get him out of that house Dumbledore put him in. We have until 11PM tonight to plan to get him to come with us when we arrive" He confirmed. "I have blue prints to his house, his address and a photograph; if you need it" He raised an eyebrow "of course you really shouldn't need that, I am sure."
"Oh," Severus raised his own eyebrow "And why would that be?"
"Because you have both seen Harry Potter numerous times and I can tell you honestly that you could pick him out of a crowd."
The shocked expressions were simultaneous. Of course they knew Harry Potter, the boy was famous and all over the papers. Severus taught him potions and Lucius had had enough dealings in the past to pick him out of a line up. However they were unsure on what to think of this information. Was Tom being serious or was he convinced that Potter was his son. Voldermort watched the expressions of confusion and scepticism on the faces of his two friends. He smirked wickedly at them.
"Do you want proof?" He asked innocently while walking over to the desk placing five drops of blood in to the potion again and activating it. The mist swirled out again confirming for the two men that Voldermort was indeed the father of Harry Potter.
"So," Severus raised an eyebrow, "what's the plan?"
