Harry was 1 year old, dummy in mouth, he walked from his bedroom and into his kitchen. He had already been walking for quite some time now, but his father was never around to see it. Wormtail knew but did not tell The Dark Lord yet. Harry stumbled a bit, he was walking but still not very good at it. He staggered into the kitchen, having heard his father's voice. Voldemort looked surprised.

"The child… is walking?"

Wormtail stumbled over his words, "Y-Yes M-M Lord! It's fairly new!" He lied. Harry stood at his father's feet, opening his arms as he wanted to be picked up. His father tilted his head towards Wormtail, who went to pick the baby up instead. Harry fought him and cried loudly, he did not want this man, he wanted his father.

"Looks like its time for this," Voldemort said happily, he got up from his chair and strode over to a locked kitchen cabinet, all the while ignoring the screaming baby. From this cabinet, he pulled a beautiful wand.

"My Lord! Are you sure about this?" Wormtail quivered. Voldemort ignored him and placed the wand in the hands of the child, making him stop crying. Harry examined the wand between his tiny fingers. He made to put it in his mouth but Wormtail took it, causing the baby to cry again.

"You know what they say, Wormtail, when they can start walking they can hold a wand!" Voldemort explained, taking his seat again.

"Yes but… But, the Elder Wand? He's just a baby, what is he going to do with it?"

"The old wives tale is that to get the Elder Wand, one must win it from its rightful owner. Now, James Potter is a direct descendant of the Peverell brothers, meaning he holds some stake in the objects. Naturally, his son would as well. So I give this wand to its rightful owner, then in a few years time when he can duel properly I can beat him and take it from him, so it'll be a fair fight. I'm telling you Wormtail, the Prophecy did not give me this boy for no reason, this is how he makes me more powerful, giving me direct access to The Deathly Hallows. As long as this boy is around, I'll have everything I've ever wanted."

"But what are you going to say to the Death Eaters who will question why you suddenly have a baby?" Wormtail, struggling against the baby.

"What I've been saying, he is my Heir to my power, even though I do not plan to die. I'll claim him as my son nonetheless, he will always respect me then. What boy doesn't crave the love of his father? He'll do anything for me, including getting me all the objects for my eternal power and life," Voldemort thought happily.

Wormtail shrieked as the baby bit his finger, he had no teeth but his gums were hard as rocks. He asked no more questions after that, he knew too many questions could get him in trouble. Instead he took the baby and the wand back to Harry's room and locked him in, ignoring his cries for attention.

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Harry was seven years old, lying face down on the ground, unconscious. His father rubbed his temples. He left the room without checking on the boy, Wormtail followed.

"I don't understand Wormtail… I've beaten the boy nearly every week for years and still, the wand does not belong to me…" Voldemort fumed. It was true, he had Harry use the Elder wand every time they dueled for "practice" and yet whenever he took the wand from the boy, it did not act as if it was his.

"M-My Lord" Wormtail spoke up, even though he was afraid to share his thoughts, "Maybe-Maybe the reason the wand is not yours is because its never a fair fight?"

"Are you insinuating that I am not training my son right?"

"No! Never, he is being trained by the best of the best, however… He is just a boy, just a lad. M-Maybe, because he is nowhere near as powerful as you, it is never a fair fight. And the wand can only switch masters after a fair defeat. It is not fair to put a child up against The Dark Lord." Wormtail explained, Voldemort pondered this.

"But the prophecy said, if we live and train as equals we will both be powerful." Voldemort thought.

"If I may, My Lord, the prophecy said one will become more powerful than the other, after you train and live as equals."

"You're right… I will become more powerful as long as I train him as my equal. If I train him as my equal… I can overtake him and be the rightful owner of the world's most powerful wand." Voldemort thought aloud triumphantly.

"My Lord! I have a notebook of musings about the prophecy, I can get it for you if you'd like!" Wormtail offered happily, proud to hear his master tell him he's right. The pride in him died as Voldemort laughed loudly.

"Why would I want your silly little diary Wormtail? I have better things to think about. I've got to devise plans to better train the boy so match my power!"

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After the death of Wormtail, Voldemort went to his room and sorted through his things. He normally would've had a Death Eater do it but he didn't know what Wormtail might be hiding and what could come to light if someone else went through his room. As he threw things away he came across a diary of some sort, in it Wormtail wrote tirelessly about the prophecy. He analyzed every word, every phrase, every possible meaning of the few words they knew. One theory stuck out to Voldemort most. In this theory, Wormtail explained how it could possibly be Harry who became the more powerful, not himself. Wormtail wrote about how this could be why Voldemort could never truly own the Elder Wand, because Harry was far too powerful for it to ever give up its owner. With Harry in ownership of the most powerful wand in the world, Harry would eventually become more powerful than his father.

Voldemort stuffed the book in his pocket and went to find the boy. He threw Harry into an immediate battle, that caught Harry off guard. He defeated his son two times, and still nothing.

"Father… Please…" Harry begged, not able to stand up straight, tears pouring from his eyes.

"Get up, face me, and fight me!" Voldemort raged. Harry couldn't understand what he did to make his father so mad. After this, Voldemort knew he was sending Harry to live with Bellatrix, he could not stand having him in his home at the moment… Not while he was unsure of his power.

"Get up! Get up!" Voldemort demanded, raising his wand again.

Harry cried, "I don't want to do this father! I don't want to do this."

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"I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS!" Harry shouted with what was left of his voice. His father was on the ground, actually on the ground. Harry caught him in a split moment and shouted a spell that knocked him off his feet. Harry felt awful about doing this, never in his life did he ever want to hurt his father. At the moment, they were engaged in a heated battle that traveled through the house. They started in Harry's room, but Voldemort blasted Harry through a wall that made them end up in the hallway. Harry ran while he strategized and hid in the kitchen. His father eventually found him and now they were in the living room. Draco was watching, horrified, from the top of the stairs. While Harry was distracted by the tears streaming down his face, Draco noticed something he didn't.

"HARRY MOVE!" He screamed. Harry didn't think about it for a moment, he dove behind a chair just as the roof above him collapsed. Draco had noticed Voldemort's fingers twitching, in a way that meant he was summoning a nonverbal spell.

Harry was breathing heavily, he looked from Draco, to his father who was now standing.

"Your friend is a lot quicker of the eye than you, son. Guess it makes sense that you're a team, but I wonder how this dynamic would work when I blast his eyes out." Voldemort said aloud as he turned towards Draco. Harry watched the scene in slow motion, his father turned to his best friend, raising his wand. Draco, who had given Harry his wand, was defenseless. The spell had barely left Voldemort's lips when Harry came barreling at him. With the force of his shoulder he knocked his father into the stair railing, taking the wind out of him. Voldemort collapsed on the stairs, trying to catch his breath. He looked up at Harry, his green eyes suddenly appeared red, the look on his face was monstrous, Voldemort had never seen this type of anger before.

"Don't. You. Fucking. Touch. Him." Harry growled, he felt as though he were on autopilot.

"Or what?" His father breathed, trying to fill his lungs. "You're going to duel me like a muggle over your little boyfrie-" Harry drew back his arm and punched his father square in the face. Voldemort's nose began to bleed heavily, he'd bitten his tongue so his mouth was now bleeding too. Harry couldn't stop himself, "You are never going to touch Draco." He threatened as he punched his father again. He wasn't sure what came over him, he never wanted to hurt his father before but now he wanted him dead… Maybe it was because he loved Draco? Draco had always been like a brother to him, that was it. He was one of the only people Harry ever loved because they were like family. The fact that his father even so much as threatened someone he loved drew out something in Harry that he had never felt before. This feeling was overcoming, too powerful for Harry to understand. Fighting for someone he loved made him fight different, he was harsher and less forgiving. Every blow hit harder, Harry couldn't control himself, he'd never felt this much power in his life.

He blinked for a second, realizing he had significantly beaten his father's face. He looked down at his own hands, his knuckles were bleeding. He looked up at Draco, who looked as though he had no idea who Harry was. Harry examined the scene for another moment until his father below him started laughing. He pushed Harry back onto his ass, spit out two knocked-out teeth, and continued to laugh.

"There it is… That's what I've been looking for." he continued, "That power, that rage, THAT is what I've been trying to get from you boy!"

Harry was shocked by his father's reaction, his father stood up slowly, Harry got up quickly to make sure he didn't have the upper hand, he knew something big was coming.

"Draco get out of here!" he shouted to his friend. Draco turned on the spot and proceeded to jump out of Harry's window. Voldemort watched him, "Is that it? Fighting for your little friend? He has been in your way this entire time, now that I've brought this new power out of you, let's say we off him and continue our quest for domination, son?"

"You're not going to touch him, I'll kill you first," Harry said roughly, the muscles in his throat starting to sting again.

"You'll kill me? Alright then, may the best man win." His father chuckled once more, and all in a moment, he brought the entire house down. Harry quickly fell to the ground and shielded himself as the rubbles fell down around him. When everything stopped shaking, he realized that he'd somehow conjured up a protective shield around him, magic he did not remember doing. Regardless, he needed to find Draco. He shuffled through the fallen home and out into the forest that surrounded it. He turned around many trees until someone grabbed him and covered his mouth. It was Draco, who was hiding behind a tree.

"Don't shout, your father is in a tree about two yards away if we're quiet we can leave right now!" Draco whispered. Harry merely stared at his friend, and removed the boy's hand from his mouth.

"No, I'm tired of running from him, I'm tired of being scared of him. It's him vs me now, it's about time I win a duel for once." Harry pushed himself away from his friend and stood out in the middle of the trees.

"I'M RIGHT HERE!" He shouted, straining his voice. "What happened to never being a coward father? Come and fucking get me!" Right after that Harry was forced to his knees as a sharp pain exploded in his stomach. He screamed in agony, clutching himself, it felt like all his organs were melting.

"That was almost too easy" his father sighed as he descended upon the boy, "If you're going to call somebody out son, remember to have your guard up first. Crucio!"

Harry felt as though his skin was being peeled off. He could hardly shout as his vocal cords were straining to stay intact. He cried, he looked up at his father through his tears, seeing no mercy. This was going to kill him. He closed his eyes, how could he die like this? After everything he had gone through? Though the pain was coursing through his body, his mind began to wander. He started to see something in the distance behind his eyelids. It was as though he were seeing his own eyes, the bright emerald eyes… Lily's eyes. Lily! Harry remembered watching her fight Bella, the passion and drive she had, putting up a good fight even though she was pregnant. Lily… She was so strong, and the way she looked at him made him feel something he'd never felt before. In fact, he started to feel that again, it was electricity. Somehow, this made the pain go away for a moment. Harry was able to look his father in the eyes, there was an intensity between them, so strong that it actually made Voldemort stop the spell. Harry gasped for breath but stood quickly.

He pointed Draco's wand at his father, "CRUCIO!" This time, it was his father's turn to fall to the ground, the spell was so strong Harry could actually see the muscles in his father's body convulsing, he enjoyed the sight.

"Oh, I've waited so fucking long for this one!" Harry said darkly, watching the man who barely raised him writhe on the ground. "You pathetic fucking man, beating up on a child and for what? For what? Are you going to answer me!"

"Elder… Wand!" His father strained to say, Harry ignored this, he did not let up.

"For years I've dreamed of this moment, to bring you down and make you proud during a duel. So what now father? Are you proud of me now? Huh? You love me know?" Harry was manic. As Draco watched, his heart stopped beating, he'd never seen his friend act so insane before.

"Kill… Me… KILL ME!" His father shouted, foaming at the mouth. At this, Harry let up on the spell. His father's wrinkled body shook on the ground.

"Kill me, you son of a bitch, do it already! It's what I want…" His father breathed heavily, as though no air was in his body.

Harry squatted down next to his father, who flinched as he did.

"Tell me you love me… Tell me you love your son… NOW!" Harry demanded. Voldemort only heaved for a moment, there was no way Harry was like this. This was the moment, his full power had kicked in. And now he was terrifying.

"Say. You love. Your son." Harry repeated calmly, it was sinister.

"I… I… I love you… son" his father gasped. Harry smiled to himself, this was a euphoric feeling. Not only had he defeated his father, but he'd finally gotten the acknowledgment he wanted.

"I love you too father," he said happily, "Now Draco and I have somewhere to be, you be a good man eh?" He patted his father on the shoulder, then put the tip of Draco's wand to his Dark Mark, summoning the Death Eaters. About 50 arrived upon the scene, even behind their masks Harry could tell they were petrified.

"You, goons! Rebuild my house and take care of my dear Father, I have business to attend to." Harry informed them, standing up straight.

"What happened!" Bellatrix cried, looking upon the scene.

"A little daddy-son time, nothing really Mum. Anyway, goodbye!" He said cheerfully, walking over his father's nearly lifeless form and grabbing Draco from behind the tree. He smiled at his friend before disapperating into the night.