This was not the kind of birthday party Harry had expected. He wanted it to have more friends and a lot of presents. But instead it was just a lot of adults kissing his hand and bowing to him. He was starting to get sick of it, if it weren't for the pile of presents he would have wanted them all out. He walked around with Draco, they were always stopped by new people wanting to introduce themselves and shake his hand. Eventually he and Draco walked into the kitchen and stayed there.

"What are you doing!" His father yelled when he walked in. Voldemort was extremely angry that his own son would embarrass him in the way of leaving his coming out party. Harry scowled.

"You call this a party? There's nothing but adults here, and no music and no balloons!" Harry pouted. Voldemort really hated when this child acted like...like... a child.

"You are to go back and walk amongst these people and be polite. They all work for me, and I do not want them to think a son of mine would be this disrespectful!" Voldemort whispered angrily.

"UGGHHH" Harry growled loudly, not wanting to get into another fight with his dad on his birthday "Fine." Harry shouldered past his father as he and Draco starting moving towards the living room again.

As Harry said before, he really hated this party. Everyone was smiling at him and tears even shone in some people's eyes. Harry thought they were just being stupid.

"He looks so much like James Potter, it's miraculous." On Death Eater whispered to another.

"You say that name in my house again and the consequences towards you will be felt by any new generation in your family if I even spare you enough to give you leverage to breed" A cold voice said from behind them. The Death Eater quivered and looked back, Voldemort was only inches away from his face.

"My Lord, I only meant that he looks so much like-like…" The Death Eater trailed off, acknowledging that finishing the sentence would be just as detrimental as ever saying the name again.

Not far away, Bellatrix was watching little Harry keenly.

"You are so lucky Cissy, your son is best friends with the Dark Lord's son. And I am proud, he has my last name. It's almost like..." Bellatrix breathed sadly. Narcissa put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"It's not your fault Bella. I know you have tried, I'm he still has the deepest respect for you." Cissy told her sister softly.

"What could I have possibly done to be cursed as infertile…" Bella began but she was cut off by a fuming puff of jet black hair walking next to her.

"This party sucks ass." Harry was saying to Draco, accidentally bumping into Bellatrix.

"I'm not sure your father would like you to say that, Harry." Bellatrix said, stopping the boys in their tracks.

"Are you going to tell my father?" Harry asked her, putting on his best sad face. Bellatrix came around his house often enough for Harry to have learned how to manipulate her.

"No," she smiled, placing a soft hand on the child's head, "But if I ever hear you saying that again I'm personally washing your mouth out with soap."

Harry gave her his sweetest grin and walked away with his friend. Bellatrix watched the boys go, with the sorrowful thought that that could have been her son, and she could have had the knowledge that she gave Voldemort what he wanted. She thought fondly of him until the last strand of his black hair was out of view.

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Lily and James had the dinning room table set up to perfection. And in the middle lay a huge ice cream cake. With the words HAPPY 11th BIRTHDAY HARRY. What most pained them was the thought of Harry's education. James sat down across the small table from Lily.

"Maybe he's going. Why would Voldemort stop him from going?" James comforted her. Lily put her hand on the table.

"Think logically James, would he really want his heir among children who could tell him different." Lily told him. James took her hand. Lily only let hers be held limply, and used the other to take another sip of her red wine.

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Voldemort stood on the ground, but he seemed to look bigger then everyone. He cleared his throat softly, yet everyone hushed up quickly. Harry looked around and smirked, he was admiring the way everyone in the room feared his father, for fear was power. Harry couldn't care less what he had to say though, he and Draco had broken into one of his presents and were playing the toy broomstick happily.

"Here, Harry." Voldemort announced. Harry looked up, he did not want to embarrass his father again. He and Draco stood and walked over to him, Harry noticed Draco's mother had tried to stop him, but Draco shook her off and walked on with Harry. But when Harry reached his father, Draco stayed with the crowd.

"A proud achievement, this boy is." Voldemort said loudly to the crowd. " He is my heir, and expect you all to treat him as you treat me. By that I mean, with the utmost respect and take pride in him as much as I do. For he is the key to winning our long and grueling battle. The boy, is going to save us all" The room erupted in thunderous applause. Harry beamed at the crowd, he swelled with confidence, this must be what power feels like.

He noticed everyone in the room had a cup, "Father, I want a drink too."

Voldemort looked at him, but then magicked him up a glass of champagne, "Only because its your birthday." he added to him.

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James and Lily looked sadly at the cake, and had little drinks of their own, ready to toast to their son's birthday.

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Voldemort lifted his own cup, everyone mirrored this motion.

"To Harry" He said only loud enough for Harry, but everyone heard.

"To Harry" All the Death Eater repeated.

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"To Harry" James and Lily said together, tears pouring out of their eyes.

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"To me!" Harry shouted proudly. He took a swig of his drink and choked immediately, it was the most disgusting thing he'd ever tasted. The Death Eaters in the room laughed as they watched the child sputter out the alcohol.

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"Father, we're going to be late." Harry told Voldemort as he stood with all his things in front of him. But Voldemort was still sitting in his chair reading the Daily Prophet.

"Father." Harry repeated.

"Do you not listen? I have said before, Wormtail will be taking Polyjuice Potion and taking you."

"I can't be seen out with Wormtail, even in a different form he's still a smelly little git, and Draco's father taking him." Harry protested.

"Do you want to be Lucius's son and not mine?" Voldemort whispered.

"No, never, Father I just meant-" Harry tried to explain.

"You are being disloyal to me when you say that. You should be grateful I'm even letting you go. Ah, look there he is." Voldemort added as a tall muscular man walked into the room. Harry scowled.

"C'mon Wormtail! And lag behind, can't have you walking with me!" Harry yelled at him as he started walking. "Will you write me father?" Harry asked, stopping in his tracks, and throwing his stuff to Wormtail. Voldemort chuckled in a way that made Wormtail's skin crawl, but Harry did not shiver or even move.

"I will write you, but for formal only. Now run off, Bye my son. " Voldemort said, still not looking up from his newspaper. Harry smiled.

"Good-bye father." He answered, "C'mon Wormtail!" he added strongly. Wormtail frowned, but followed the boy. Voldemort smirked, he liked this boy more and more each day.

Something strange happened at King's Cross. Harry saw a man who looked exactly like him. The man had tried to come over to him, but Harry had seen Draco and walked on the train with him. Harry tried to forget this event.

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"Lily, Lily!" James yelled as he bounded into the house. Lily looked at him from the sofa. She noticed the strange look on his face.

"James what-?" she tried to say. But James cut her off, the smile on his face growing.

"I saw him."