Author's Note: Yay! This chapter is going to be longer than usual! Also, Harry gets to meet some of the other Pure-bloods in this chapter! :D TIME SKIP! We are now two years in the future everyone! Now we are getting close to Harry's first year of (School name has been blocked out because Ki-chan doesn't want to spoil it!). ENJOY PEOPLES!

Introduction to Society

Chapter Eleven

It has been two in-a-half years since Tom has taken young Harry into his life . . . a day the two shall never regret. Harry's eleventh birthday was fast approaching while the young child enclosed himself within the library as usual. Ever since he entered the world of magic, Harry vowed to learn everything he possibly could on each and every subject, while his progress in his lessons astounded Tom.

"Hello, young one."

Speaking of the Dark Lord . . .

"Good Morning, Tom," Harry acknowledged as he flipped a page in an advanced copy of dark spells Tom bought for him during last week's trip to Diagon Alley.

"Head deep in a book, I see. Well I have good news for you," Tom stated as he sat beside the child on the leather couch that was fit to hold at least two people.

"And what might that be?" Harry asked curiously as he marked the current page he was reading and set the book aside, while turning his full attention towards the dark wizard.

"Tonight, there will be a ball at the Malfoy Manner, and I wish to bring you along this time," Tom stated straight to the point as Harry raised an eyebrow, after his description of what they were like from the older wizard on how dull the balls were, the idea didn't sound too appealing . . .

"Do I have to go?" Harry let out a moan of resentment along with a childish pout, while Tom just let out a chuckle . . . the child had always done this when he didn't want to do something.

"Sorry, Harry. Lucius insisted that you come this time, he wishes you to meet his son Draco," Tom stated as Harry's moan of resentment grew even louder than before.

"That blond snob we saw two years ago? Not happening . . ." Harry stated as he turned away from the crimson eyes of Tom who smile grew wide.

"Okay, unless you want me to ward the library,"

Harry let out a glare towards the older wizard while letting out a huff in annoyance. In translation, he wouldn't allow the young boy within the library unless to keep up with his studies.

"Fine, but I'll only go if I can bring the book I am currently reading," Harry stated as Tom gave a soft smile at the child, while he agreed to the terms the young boy had laid before him.

"Actually, I recommend that. After all, you need a way to ignore curtain people," The dark wizard let out a grow in memory of Bellatrix who would constantly pester him . . . was their such a thing as too loyal a follower?

. . . If you knew Bellatrix, then such a thing may exist . . .

"Bella on your nerves again?" Harry asked curiously as he noticed the older wizard flinch in mention of that name.

". . . Unfortunately . . ."

Tom let out a sigh of annoyance in memory of Bellatrix, sometimes he wished to kill her right there and blame the old coot for using the Imperius curse on her to bring the Dark Lord to his grave . . . which didn't sound like a bad idea now that he thought about it . . .

"So, when is the ball anyway?" Harry asked curiously as Tom's grin grew while Harry raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

"An hour from now."

Harry's eyes widened in disbelief as he quickly put away all his books save for the current one he was reading. Tom's smirk just continued to widen as Harry retorted against the wizard with a fierce glare.

"You just love to mess with me, don't you Tom?" Harry asked rhetorically as Tom burst in fierce laughter while the boy let out a growl of annoyance.

"Yes, very much so," Tom managed to say while trying to suppress his laughter as Harry chose this to be the best time to exit the room and prepare for the ball.

"I FREAKIN HATE PORTKEYS!"

A childish voice rang out through the entire mansion as everyone turned towards the entrance to notice a young child sitting on the floor in obvious pain. Though that wasn't what had the entire group of people entranced . . . not at all, it was the figure beside the child who had the entire crowds attention. Crimson eyes glazed over the crowed as he helped the younger child to his feet, while bright green eyes stood out in blend with the Dark Lord's entrancing orbs.

"My Lord," Lucius greeted politely as most of the crowd's curiosity was focused on the being beside the all-powerful dark wizard, who looked indifferently and chose to ignore the stares sent in his direction.

"Good evening, Lucius. I trust all is well?" Voldemort inquired nonchalantly as Harry's stare of indifference mimicked in his crimson orbs.

"Yes, everything for the ball is going as planned," Lucius stated as he glanced at the child beside his beloved lord, while the dark wizard seemed to have understood the message.

"Lucius, this is Harry. I'm training him to use magic and such . . . and maybe one day rule alongside me," Voldemort stated plainly while letting out a smirk as Harry released the suppression on his magic to reveal the true extent of his power.

Many of both powerful and weak wizards who had ignored the boy's existence had their full attention on the child in a matter of seconds. The power that radiated off the boy was as addictive as their own Dark Lord's magic! Lucius stared at the boy in awe as the child's smirk grew when he chose to seal off his power, causing some of the other wizards to let out a groan in disappointment.

"He's powerful . . . very powerful . . ." Lucius stated as Harry gave a soft smile that was directed towards the Dark Lord, who began to stroke the child's shoulder-length midnight-black hair in return.

Over the course of the years, Harry's appearance had begun to change. His long raven-hair had smoothed out to become perfectly straight with the help of many straitening charms, while reaching down towards his shoulders. His pale skin had received a tint of color from being outside in the sun more often, while his heath improved greatly from being fed properly at the Salazar Manner, unlike at his relatives' home. Harry's eyes have also changed, while his bright shade of green eye-color became as bright as Voldemort's glowing crimson orbs.

"Harry, why don't you go speak to the other children?" Voldemort asked as he ceased from stroking the child's hair why Harry gave a sigh of disappointment.

"Fine . . ." Harry let out a low growl, meaning it was his signal to leave the area while both Voldemort and Lucius talk about Death Eater meetings and such . . .

Harry spotted the group of children not far from his position as he let out a sigh. He did not enjoy large public areas as much as he use to when he was a child, and would never be seen among a group of people unless he chose to stand beside Tom at the time.

"Hello."

The entire group turned their attention towards Harry with both mixed curiosity and anger upon being interrupted.

"Who are you?" The blond-haired brat, who must be the same one he saw in DiagonAlley two years ago, demanded in a superior tone . . . he was obviously the unspoken leader of the group.

"My name is Harry, but isn't it more polite to introduce yourself first before demanding it from others?" One of the other children began to snicker before silenced by the blond-haired boy's glare.

"I'm Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy's legacy," Draco spoke highly of himself as the same child who snickered before gave a roll of his eyes.

"And who might you be?" Harry asked curiously towards the only child who seemed to care less about the fact Draco had been from one of the most powerful Pure-blood families.

"Blaise Zabini, one of the only ones around here who doesn't have an over-inflated ego," Blaise giggled while earning both glares and looks of disapproval from the rest of the group.

"My name is Pansy Parkinson, ignore Blaise here, not all of us are like that," A young girl with short-brown hair stated before sticking her tongue out immaturely towards the other boy.

"I'm Daphne Greengrass, and this is my little sister Astoria," One of the other girls introduced while the smaller figure beside her gave a small wave of acknowledgement towards her sister.

"Oh, and those other two in the back by the table over there are Crabbe and Goyle," Pansy stated as she pointed towards a long table lined up with a great variety of food while Harry watched the two boys grab as many sweets as they could possibly carry.

"I'm Theodore Nott, but you can call me Theo," One of boys in the group replied as everyone else gave a welcoming smile, all except Draco who chose to ignore the other boy.

"I've never seen you around here before," Theo stated curiously while awaiting an explanation on why Harry had never attended before.

"I never wanted to come, but Moldy-wart there said he'd ward the library to keep me out if I didn't come this time," Harry stated while pointing towards Tom who smirked in return, ignoring the previous comment from the boy.

"The Dark Lord? Do you have and respect at all? Plus, there's no way you would know someone as powerful! After all, my dad is the Dark Lord's right-hand man," Draco boasted while smirking towards Harry who let a grin out in return.

"You don't believe I'm powerful Draco?" Harry stated as he released his restraint on his power once again, while both shocking the entire group of Pure-blood children, while gaining the attention of many wizards in the ballroom at the time before sealing off his aura.

The looks of shock remained on the other children's faces as the Dark Lord approached Harry nonchalantly.

"Harry, you need to keep your magic sealed unless you want to attract a curtain . . . unwanted guest," Voldemort stated as Harry's expression immediately darkened, while knowing exactly who Tom meant.

"Why can't we just kill the old coot and be done with it?!" Harry burst out loud while the rest of the groups' shock continued to grow.

"If only it were that simple, young one," Voldemort spoke casually meaning that they would speak more about this when the time was right.

"So, how did the negotiations go with the Werewolves?" Harry asked, changing the subject as he stated into Tom's entrancing crimson eyes while he spoke.

"I didn't tell you, yet? We have already formed an alliance with Fenrir Greyback's pack, along with most of the Giants," Voldemort stated proudly while Harry let out a playful smirk.

"Careful, Tom, we don't want your ego to get too big," Harry stated with a smirk causing the older man to glare ferociously at the younger boy while the other children stared at Harry in both fear and worry.

"You may have a point, because of that Grindelwald met his fate by none other than the old coot," Voldemort stated in pure anger in memory of the old man while Harry let out a sigh.

"Don't think about Dumbledork, Tom. If you do, then your followers will be the ones to suffer," Harry stated while many wizards who began to listen in looked away out of pure fear of the series of curses the dark wizard would possibly use.

"M-my Lord, I-I need to s-speak with you," A frail looking Death Eater stated out of pure fear as he dragged the Dark Lord away from Harry while the boy turned his attention back towards the other children.

"You . . . really know the Dark Lord . . ." Pansy stated in shock as the girl took a few steps back away from the boy in pure fear.

"There's no reason to be scared though, Tom has morals too, you just don't notice them. He would never torture children after everything Dumbledore made him go though," The others raised an eyebrow out of curiosity, though they decided to pry no further since the Dark Lord's past was none of their business.

"I'm curious though, why do you always call the Dark Lord 'Tom'?" Blaise stated as Harry let out a grin of both relief and anxiety for changing the subject.

"Whose real name would be Voldemort? He has a lot of aliases you know, though I am not suppose to tell you any more than that," Harry stated while everyone stared at him in pure awe.

"His real name is Tom?" Draco asked curiously as Harry's smirk grew wider, knowing that he hinted Voldemort's true name . . . but he never actually said it.

"Yeah, but don't call him that," Harry stated plainly while everyone gave curious stares at the reason why only Harry had been allowed to speak to the Dark Lord using his true name.

"Why not?" Draco pried in further, wondering what the consequences would be for such a thing.

"Remember when I said he would never torture a child? If you called him 'Tom' then morals wouldn't matter, now would they?"

YAY! REWARD FOR ALL MY VEIWERS! I MADE A LONGER CHAPTER THAN USUAL! Decided to cut off here! Continue tomorrow! Nighty night! Ki-chan's eyes are red and thats suppose to be a bad thing :D !

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