Hey. This is my first time writing a Harry Potter fanfiction, so if there is any mistakes, please tell
me so and I will be more than happy to change it.
Summary: The night that Voldemort intruded into Harry's home, he didn't finish Harry off. He
made Harry his son. Everyone assume him died. Now, eleven year old Harry Voldemort, is
starting school at Hogwarts and soon learn the truth about his past. Will Harry avenge his
parent's death or continue to follow Lord Voldemort. Along the way with his decision, there is
Hermione to help him and learn the true meaning of love.
My Father Is My Enemy
Chapter One - The Boy That Was Lost
The footsteps grew closer and closer every minute, stomping on the wooden floor. Finally
Voldemort reached the room that still had the dim lights on. Lily was holding onto her son,
Harry, as if the minute she let go, all would be over.
"Move over stupid girl and I shall spare you." snarled Voldemort with his eyes emotionlessly
hidden under his black hod that nearly cover his entire face. Even with the voice of his mouth, it
send shivers through their spine.
"No please. Just leave him alone. Take me instead. Just don't kill him." whimpered Lily with a
loving voice that spread comfort through your body. But, he was Voldemort and he didn't feel
those things.
"Avada Kedavra." shouted Voldemort with force as he raised his wand out of his jet black robe.
The instant it hit Lily, she dropped down onto the floor motionlessly, with Harry next to her in
his pale overall and stripped shirt.
Harry curiously, started at Voldemort with fascination and started to reach out for Voldemort
with his small cubby hands. He started to laugh in a rich sound and move toward Voldemort as
though he known him all his life.
Voldemort raised his wand to finish the job, but suddenly a better plan came into his mind. He
lower his wand. Slowly he bend down and looked into Harry's diamonded green innocent eyes.
Hesitantly, his hands reached out and scooped Harry into his arms. If felt weird to Voldemort
and was a new experience. Awkward was the better word for it. He didn't know the meaning of
love and never did got it when he was a child. All his life was filled with killing and hatred. It
was in his blood. But, his mind was set and nothing can stop him when his mind is set. Well . . .
No one dared or they will regret it the instant it came out of their mouth.
He walk towards the door with Harry drooling on his robes. Harry sigh with satisfaction and
dropped his little head onto his shoulder and his small hand clasp Voldemort robe and started to
drift off in a slumber.
"You, little Harry, are going to be my son."
With that they left into the dark, cold, lonely night.
*Author's Note*
Please review and tell me if you want me to continue it or not since I have another account that
have stories that I am really into. Also just to let you know I haven't read a single Harry Potter
fanfiction so I didn't steal any ideas.
me so and I will be more than happy to change it.
Summary: The night that Voldemort intruded into Harry's home, he didn't finish Harry off. He
made Harry his son. Everyone assume him died. Now, eleven year old Harry Voldemort, is
starting school at Hogwarts and soon learn the truth about his past. Will Harry avenge his
parent's death or continue to follow Lord Voldemort. Along the way with his decision, there is
Hermione to help him and learn the true meaning of love.
My Father Is My Enemy
Chapter One - The Boy That Was Lost
The footsteps grew closer and closer every minute, stomping on the wooden floor. Finally
Voldemort reached the room that still had the dim lights on. Lily was holding onto her son,
Harry, as if the minute she let go, all would be over.
"Move over stupid girl and I shall spare you." snarled Voldemort with his eyes emotionlessly
hidden under his black hod that nearly cover his entire face. Even with the voice of his mouth, it
send shivers through their spine.
"No please. Just leave him alone. Take me instead. Just don't kill him." whimpered Lily with a
loving voice that spread comfort through your body. But, he was Voldemort and he didn't feel
those things.
"Avada Kedavra." shouted Voldemort with force as he raised his wand out of his jet black robe.
The instant it hit Lily, she dropped down onto the floor motionlessly, with Harry next to her in
his pale overall and stripped shirt.
Harry curiously, started at Voldemort with fascination and started to reach out for Voldemort
with his small cubby hands. He started to laugh in a rich sound and move toward Voldemort as
though he known him all his life.
Voldemort raised his wand to finish the job, but suddenly a better plan came into his mind. He
lower his wand. Slowly he bend down and looked into Harry's diamonded green innocent eyes.
Hesitantly, his hands reached out and scooped Harry into his arms. If felt weird to Voldemort
and was a new experience. Awkward was the better word for it. He didn't know the meaning of
love and never did got it when he was a child. All his life was filled with killing and hatred. It
was in his blood. But, his mind was set and nothing can stop him when his mind is set. Well . . .
No one dared or they will regret it the instant it came out of their mouth.
He walk towards the door with Harry drooling on his robes. Harry sigh with satisfaction and
dropped his little head onto his shoulder and his small hand clasp Voldemort robe and started to
drift off in a slumber.
"You, little Harry, are going to be my son."
With that they left into the dark, cold, lonely night.
*Author's Note*
Please review and tell me if you want me to continue it or not since I have another account that
have stories that I am really into. Also just to let you know I haven't read a single Harry Potter
fanfiction so I didn't steal any ideas.