Disclaimer: The plot and some of the characters are mine but the rest belongs to JKR.
Chapter 3
It had been several days since Harry had arrived at Dorcha Scáth, the castle in which the Dark Lord resided in. He remembered how the woman called Bella had quickly ushered him into the large entrance hall of the castle and steered him down several winding corridors. They had reached a room which had a sign hanging above the doorway reading "Potions Master and Physician". Bella knocked on the door, "Snape! Open up, I know you're in there! SNAPE!" she screeched. The door finally opened and a man with dark greasy hair and a black billowing cloak stepped out. "What is it Bellatrix? What could you possibly want, from me of all people at 3:00 in the morning?" said the man sardonically, arching his eyebrow. "We have succeeded in our mission! But the boy got harmed in the process, the Dark Lord wishes for you to heal him." explained Bella. The man let out an exasperated sigh and said, "Very well, bring him in."
And so now Harry was alive and well thanks to the greasy haired man who apparently was called Severus Snape. Harry was now on his way to receive an audience with the Dark Lord. This morning Bella had come to the room he was now resided in (apparently it was one of the many guest rooms in the castle) with the news that the Dark Lord wished to see him. And so Harry walked after Bella through the castle until they reached a set of large ebony doors.
The Dark Lord sat in his high-backed chair, drumming his fingers on the arm rest. This morning he had sent Bella to go fetch the boy, there were somethings that he needed to discuss with the three-year old. The Dark Lords pondering was interrupted by a knock on the door, "Enter" he called not bothering to even bring his eyes up to see who it was that had entered the room.
"My Lord, the boy…" whispered Bellatrix. "Leave him." commanded the Dark Lord. Once he heard the door close he raised his head to get a good look at the boy, he was a small thing skinny with a large mop of ebony hair and icy jade eyes. "Tell me boy, what is your name?" he inquired, "Harry James Potter, sir" replied the boy. "Tell me Harry do you like your name" he asked a smirk forming on his lips. "No sir, it's pretty stupid sounding really. My brother has a better name." said the boy, his voice laced with sadness.
"So you have a brother?" inquired the Dark Lord contemplating this bit of information.
"Yes sir." came the prompt answer.
"And what is his name?" inquired the Dark Lord.
"His name is Daniel James Potter, but everyone calls him Danny."
"Do you see your brother often?"
"No sir, my mum and da are always taking him somewhere, they always leave me at home with Uncle Moony. I only see my whole family on holidays." whispered the boy.
Odd, he wouldn't have expected the Potters to ignore and neglect their child.
"Harry, would you like to stay here, at Dorcha Scáth? You could be Bella's son instead. It seems that your family doesn't really care much for you."
The boys eyes started to sparkle with hope,"Would you really let me stay here sir?" the boy said sounding hopeful.
"But of course Harry!" replied the Dark Lord, "But I think you'll need a new name, don't you think so?"
The boy nodded enthusiastically, a broad grin adorning his face.
"Do you have any preferences?" asked the Dark Lord.
Once again the boy nodded.
" Could you tell me what your name is sir?" asked the boy.
The Dark Lord was perplexed by this question, why would the boy want to know that? In the end he decided on giving the boy a truthful answer, "My name was Tom Marvolo Riddle"
The boy nodded contemplating the answer.
"Sir, could my name be Kain Black Riddle?" asked the boy sounding hopeful.
"Yes it may, but you realize that this name marks me as your father." said the Dark Lord.
"Who els would my father be?" replied Kain.
A/N:
Dorcha means Dark in Irish
Pronunciation: dhur-khah
Scáth means shadow in Irish
Pronunciation: skaw
