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The Dark Lord, had walked in the night before through the door that was in his study that was also connected to his personal library the same one he had granted exclusive permission to Harry. When he had first walked in he had seen the boys sleeping form he had pondered, if he simply should've had a house elf take Harry, to his room or should he do it himself. He decided he would go with the last one. He had cast a gentle sleeping spell on Harry, before gliding towards the sleeping form picking him up effortlessly.

Red eyes boiled venomously with rage, the boy was still much to light. He weighed particularly nothing. Before he let his anger get the worst of him he glided back into his study leading him to his own private chambers placing Harry down on silk green sheets.. Lord Voldemort smiled softly and tucked Harry in, making sure he was completely covered, before leaving, closing the door softly behind him. Before he departed the room with one final glance at Harry.

He didn't have the need to sleep technically. He could live without it. But sometimes he did like to rest.

The Dark Lord, went back to his study, going over the many reports of his Death Eaters.

Harry woke up groggy, and disoriented, opening his eyes he was in a room decked in green and, sliver? He was laying in a four poster bed in green silk sheets that just felt, wonderful if he was honest.

He frowned last he remembered, he had fell asleep in the library.

That would've meant the Dark Lord had tucked him in bed.

He cast a wandless "tempus" it read 6am in bright green numbers. He turned over he could sleep some more. He had never had the luxury of sleeping in, with his lovely relatives or even The Weasley family. He didn't want to continue on with that train of thought he was warm cozy and, most of all safe. For no one in their right mind would attack the Dark Lords Fortress. With that being the last thing on his mind he fell back into a deep sleep. While Harry slept. In another part of the Manor plans were brewing.

In a private meeting concerning a missing student, fur most Harry bloody Potter. Severus Snape cursed as his dark mark turned red and pain started shooting up his arm, causing him to drop the teacup he'd been holding in his lap, dumping scalding hot earl grey tea down the front of his robes before it rolled down his legs and leaked down on the ground. At the other side of the headmasters desk, Dumbledore gave him a concerned look.

"My boy?" He asks.

"He's calling me." Severus paled. He had no warning for this. Why would the Dark Lord be calling a meeting so soon.

Dumbledore turns white as his beard. "Go to him." he ordered. "Tell me everything when you get back, but for your own good you must not keep him waiting."

The Inner circle of Death Eaters all apparated into the garden of Riddle Manor, Lord Voldemort stood in the centre. Black robes blowing in the cold December wind.

Upon arriving, all of the inner circle Death Eaters bowed and said, "My Lord."

"My loyal Death Eaters. I have called you here for a joyous occasion. We will have a change of plans for the time being we will lay low for the next couple of weeks I know a war is brewing but there is another matter that has taken my time and, attention I'm sure you all understand." The Dark Lords high, cold voice drawls, a faint hiss in his tone.. Of course they understood no one would dare to controversial the Dark Lord.

The Death Eaters stared at the Dark Lord. All of them had different emotions and thoughts running through their heads. They would be laying low? That was something they'd never encountered with the dark lord. And what possibly could have have his attention that was more important that the war. The first war had been anything but calm, they had killed both muggle and magical people alike. Destroyed muggle towns and wizarding cities.

"What about the Ministry my lord?"

Lucius, was the first to break the silence.

The Dark Lord waved a elegant hand as if shooing a annoying fly if it had been anyone else the Malfoy lord would've felt offended but alas this was the darkest wizard in the century.

"We have nothing to worry about we will take the ministry, out from the inside. With usss not doing any attacks it'll make them more paranoid and easier to predict. I have no concern for their pathetic rule. Or do you doubt that I'm making a wise decision Luciuss." The Dark Lord lifted a eyebrow daring him to speak out against him. They were playing cat, and mouse and Lucius just happened to be the mouse.

"Of course not milord it's a brilliant idea." Lucius bowed down so low his sliver blonde locks touched the ground.

"Now that we've had this lovely chat my friends you are dismissed."

"Lucius." Voldemort sneered, circling around one of his most loyal followers. "I have a task for you." The blonde bowed, keeping his head still bowed down.

"I will do whatever you wish, my lord."

"Because of recent events, I need you to bring someone to me and it's of upmost importance. You're going to bring me the Dursleys their the Potter child's muggle relatives. I want them alive."

"Is something the matter, Lucius?" He asked coolly, watching as the blonde shook his head.

"You may leave." He didn't need to repeat himself with a pop Lucius was out of his sight.

If Lord Malfoy was upset, that he needed to track down some muggles he didn't show it. He knew failure to the Dark Lord was a fate worse than death. He would find these "muggles" if it was the last thing he did...

"It's time to wake up, childe."

The voice was smooth, like rain falling down on pavement or like the sound of leaves rustling in the wind.

It took Harry a moment to realize that he could place the voice without having to even open his eyes. The Dark Lord. He thought briefly of pretending to be asleep but he decided not too he could feel an aura of impatience emitting the dark lord.

Harry slowly opened his eyes stretching himself upright. Seeing blood red eyes staring back at him. The Dark Lord stood at the doorway watching him.

"You're almost like a cat, being asleep for half of the day." The Dark Lord drawled almost in a hiss amused.

Harry, replied back with a mischief smile.

"I always considered myself more a snake person. You know the hat wanted to put me in Slytherin."

The Dark Lord smirked with mirth.

"You would've been a great Slytherin if only you had tamed down the light sides hero complex and, always rushing to save everyone."

Harry, chose not to respond to that comment.

"Alas I wanted to make sure you ate. When you're ready meet me at the dinning hall. Go down the first hall first door on your left. There is some of my robes in the dresser. They might be a little long on but they'll do for now. We will go shopping today for you."

Harry tried to think of something else to say, but Lord Voldemort, was out through the door with a swift of elegant dark green robes before his mind could come up with any sentences. Leaving Harry to get dressed. He could only stare at the door helplessly.

He grabbed the first robe that he saw in the dark lords dresser it happened to be a simple dark green robe with sliver linings. Though slightly big, the robes otherwise fit Harry well. They made him look slim instead of malnourished; the black brought color to his cheeks, and the flash of dark green made his emerald eyes glow almost. The cut of the robes also fit him just as well. He opened the door. Seeing he was on top of a staircase.

Harry, walked down the staircase; it was a beautiful black and white marble. Flecks of sliver strategically placed in the floor caused the stairs that were drawn on the floor to shine like the night sky when the light hit them just right. He came upon the second floor, He walked towards the door with a beautiful dark wood carvings engraved. Harry came to a stop in front of the door. He could tell the third floor of the manor was Tom's private quarters there was such a beautiful range of magic surrounding the third staircase. He was sure no one, not even the dark lords Inner Circle of Death Eaters, were permitted access up there.

Before he placed his hand on the doorknob the doors opened with a gentle creak.

"I almost thought you didn't want to eat breakfast with me pet."

Harry looked up at the dinning hall it was extremely large. Dark green walls surrounded by grand windows that could've rivaled hogwarts. The Dark Lord sat at the front of the dinning hall that looked like it could seat at least twenty people comfortably. Remembering he hadn't replied back to the Dark Lord.

"Now who would miss out on eating breakfast with you." He strolled towards the closest chair to the Dark Lord seating down at his right side. Like he always would from now on he thought inwardly.

"We will be going to France to do your shopping. I also need some rare potion ingredients so it'll work in our favor." With a snap of his fingers two house elves baring the Slytherin house crest appeared.

"Does master be needing anything?" Two small house elf with large eyes like tennis balls squeaked out. Their ears bounced slightly in terror Harry thought? Then again who knows what the poor creatures had seen being the dark lords elves.

"Is Harry's room ready?" Tom asked, elegant fingers tapping the marble table.

"Yes, Master Voldemort. Master Harry room be ready."

"Good, now bring us the food."

With another pop the dinning table was overflowed with breakfast food. Crumpets, crepes, eggs, bacon, cauldron cakes and most importantly of all if you were Harry. Treacle tart. Harry grabbed a couple placing them on his plate also some bacon a crepe plus grabbing a cup of pumpkin juice that was by his side. He remembered his manners that had been beaten into him thanks to his "lovely relatives" he wondered what would the most feared dark lord of this century eat for breakfast. The Dark Lord seemed amused with Harry's choice of food. While himself was consuming a cup of black coffee Harry assumed.

Harry took a bite of bacon and looked at the Dark Lord.

"Are you going to just watch me eat while you don't eat anything. And just drink coffee? You know coffee isn't good for you." Harry spoke taking a sip of his pumpkin juice.

"Now now Harry I didn't know you cared so much about my health but yes that is the plan to watch you eat. I myself am not a breakfast person." The dark lord, replied back amused red eyes quirking up a single eyebrow.

Harry, rolled his eyes taking a bite of his crepe. He would have to admit the Dark Lord house elves knew how to make a marvelous breakfast. He would have to thank them later.

Harry remembered Dobby he wondered how the small house elf was doing in hogwarts or more precisely Dumbledores care he scowled that annoying old man with the twinkle in his eye. He would have to get Dobby.

The Dark Lord grabbed a treacle tart. Making a grim face. Voldemort didn't like sweets, in the least but he would give Harry any sweet he desired. If Harry liked it Voldemort would make sure he had it.

"Much to sweet." Was the dark lords response.

Harry gave the Dark Lord a mischievous smirk. "I'll bake you something you'll love. And I'll prove you do like sweets."

The Dark Lord, was puzzled the boy who lived wanted to bake him something? Before he thought more of that he went to the subject at hand.

"If you're quite done eating we should be departing I still have plans that need my attention."

~End Of Chapter~