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Author's Note: I got Drisella from Drizella (one of Cinderella's evil stepsisters) not from Buffy, sorry if I confused anyone.

A Son for the Dark Lord

by: Serenthia

Chapter 2: Sev's First Words

Waking was extremely pleasant for Voldemort. He had just had a wonderous dream where his army of half-dementors stormed Hogwarts and dragged out that annoying, despicable Muggle-lover Albus Dumbledore. Severus himself, having grown into a fine example of manhood, said the spell that finally killed Dumbledore while Voldemort watched.

Ah! the joys of trying to conquer the world. He was going to get to kill all of his arch enemies. Minerva McGonagall was going to have to go too. She had been several years ahead of Voldemort at Hogwarts and had once insulted him by asking if he came from Muggle parents. The nerve of that evil woman!

No matter, Severus would deal with her.

Yawning, Voldemort slipped out of his bed and walked over to his bedroom door. He wanted to check on Severus, to make sure the boy had slept well. Opening the door, Voldemort narrowed his eyes in confusion.

The portrait that was hanging in front of him, on the wall across the hall, was ripped to shreds on the bottom half. The occupants of the portrait were crowded near the top, shaking.

Voldemort walked into the hall to see pieces of ceramic everywhere. His busts of famous evil dark wizards and witches! Their pedestals that lined one hallway were empty and most of the pedestals were lying on their side.

All the portraits he owned were ripped up at their bottom, the occupants clinging to each other in fear at the top.

"SEVERUS!" Voldemort screamed.

He was the only other person in his mansion. Why hadn't Voldemort heard the destruction?

He prowled through the hallways, looking for the misbegotten child, when he finally found him. Severus was jumping up and down on his library table, every bookshelf was empty, the books laying scattered on the floor. The boy was growling, spit dribbling from his mouth, as he attempted to kill the table.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" Voldemort screamed at him.

Severus stopped jumping and glared at Voldemort, his little body straight and a smirk on his face. With a kick, Severus sent a book that had been on the table flying straight at Voldemort. Voldemort caught the book and hurled it back at him.

Severus screamed and caught the book and then started to jump and down again, holding onto the book. "M m mmmm," he said.

"Listen, you brat!" Voldemort hissed. "You've destroyed my portraits, my busts, and you are going to pay," he said, slapping the child.

At least that had been his idea. Severus caught his hand and bit it, hard.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Voldemort screamed.

Then Severus started to kick him.

"Get off me!" Voldemort screamed, trying to dislodge the child from his hand.

But the boy had a firm hold on Voldemort's arm with his hands and Voldemort's swinging his arm around wasn't getting the brat off. And if the brat got too close to him, his legs lashed out and hit Voldemort's stomach or leg.

"I'm going to kill you!" Voldemort hissed as he reached for his wand.

"Crucio!" Voldemort said in delight. Torture first, then death.

The boy let go and stumbled to the ground, a very odd look on his face. He watched Voldemort with a goofy little expression and then collapsed to the ground, humming to himself and rolling around a bit.

He wasn't screaming and he didn't look to be in any pain.

Voldemort stopped the torture and knelt by him. The boy crawled into Voldemort's lap and cuddled.

"Perfect!" Voldemort hissed sarcastically, feeling his arm swelling where the boy had bit him. "You like being tortured! I thought your mother said you were fragile?!" he bit out.

"Bite me!" the boy hissed, looking up at Voldemort.

Voldemort, angry, grabbed Severus's arm and bit him. The boy hummed some more and cuddled closer. "AHHHHHHHH!" Voldemort said, spitting out the vile taste. "You like being bitten!"

It suddenly occurred to Voldemort that the child had talked. His first words! Voldemort grabbed Severus's shoulders and moved him far enough away that Voldemort could see his face. He still looked goofy.

Voldemort swallowed. Okay, he had obviously made a slight mistake in taking the child away from his mother without bothering to ask her how she handled him. Voldemort had just assumed it would be like raising a human child, which it certainly wasn't. Human children could be destructive but they didn't like being tortured or bitten.

He would start a diary. A diary on how to raise half-dementors. That way he could go back and read what did and didn't work.

Voldemort got up, still holding the boy, and limped out of the room. The boy started to scream and kick again. Voldemort accidentally dropped him and the boy ran in the direction of the kitchen.

"GET BACK HERE!" Voldemort screamed. "l HAVE TO PUNISH YOU SOMEHOW!"

The boy didn't come back and Voldemort, still limping, chased after him. His anger growing at every step.

The kitchen was empty. Voldemort turned around when he saw two beady black eyes staring at him from inside the oven.

"Get out of there!" Voldemort hissed, opening the thing.

Severus started to scream again and backed up as far as he could go.

What was the matter with him?! The morning light was streaming into the kitchen giving it a nice golden color and then Voldemort froze. The light! Voldemort's entire mansion, including the bedroom he had put Severus in had windows that let in plenty of light.

"Oops," Voldemort mumbled, taking his cloak off and putting it around the boy's head.

Severus came out of the oven and cuddled against Voldemort. So that was why Severus had gone into the library, it had the least amount of light.

The only place there wasn't any light was the basement that Voldemort referred to affectionately as the dungeon. He carried Severus down there and roughly dropped him.

"Stay here!" he hissed. "I'm going to put a spell on the windows to stop the sunlight from coming in and then fix the mess you created. You had better behave."

Severus was gently rolling on the ground, his head still hidden by Voldemort's cloak and gave no sign that he had either heard or understood Voldemort.

Angry, Voldemort kicked the boy and then screamed as he latched onto Voldemort's leg and bit him again.

"AHHHHH! GET OFF! OFF!" Voldemort toppled over, pointing his wand at the boy and running through all the painful curses he knew.

It didn't work. The boy just got goofier looking and with a contented sigh, stood up and drunkenly walked to a puddle of slime that Voldemort kept there to give the dungeon a sinister air.

Severus collapsed headfirst into it, and rolled around like a pig in the mud, coating his brand-new robe in muck and slime.

Disgusted and annoyed, Voldemort walked up the stairs and locked the dungeon. He would keep Severus in there until tomorrow to make him pay for what he had done.

The next morning, Voldemort finally had his place clean and back in order. The portraits were back together, and Voldemort hung them out of Severus's reach. The busts were whole again and Voldemort sent them up to hover out of Severus's reach. He also sealed all the windows to keep sunlight out and had silver orbs hovering in each room to give enough light to see by.

Satisfied that Severus had been punished satisfactorily, Voldemort opened the door of the dungeon, expecting to see Severus there, shivering, cold, and ready to behave. But he wasn't there.

Regally walking down the stairs, Voldemort gasped. Severus was busily chewing on a handful of insects while he sat in the slime puddle. Pieces of them lay floating around him. He was humming again. His hair was messy and Voldemort could see some bugs crawling out of it.

"Gross, gross, gross," Voldemort hissed, blasting Severus with a water spell.

Where had he gotten the bugs? And then Voldemort saw the pieces of rotten board scattered at one end of the dungeon. He must have taken apart some of the rotting boards in the foundation.

Severus glared up at Voldemort as the water dripped down him, nibbling on his bugs. Voldemort grabbed his arms and tried to pry the bugs out of his hand. The boy started to kick him again.

"Crucio!" Voldemort screamed.

Severus was reduced to jelly as he enjoyed the sensation. Grabbing his limp body, Voldemort wiped him clean the best he could and then carried him out of the dungeon, sealing the door so Severus could never go back down there.

"Bath!" Voldemort decided, taking the curse off him, not knowing if the Cruciatus Curse had any long term effects.

Severus was still mush. He plopped him into the tub and ran the coldest water possible, determined to figure out a way to punish the kid. Severus just lay there, face down in the water, gurgling.

Voldemort grabbed a handful of hair and lifted his head out of the water. "Are you insane!" he spit out.

The boy looked intrigued as he scrambled into a sitting position and touched Voldemort's chin that had spit on it.

"Bite me, bite me, bite me," the boy chanted as he apparently lost all ability to remain sitting and toppled over.

Voldemort's teeth hurt, wanting to do exactly that. But he refrained and yanked Severus's robes off. Two baths later and he was clean again.

Voldemort wanted to leave the boy in the water, since he seemed calm, but didn't dare. Severus would probably drown himself. Tucking the boy under his arm, Voldemort carried him into the boy's room.

Severus shrieked.

"What is it now?!" Voldemort asked, irritated as Severus slipped out of his arms and ran off, only clad in a towel.

Looking into the bedroom, Voldemort scratched his head. A nice warm, soft bed. It was Voldemort's guest bedroom and therefore had pleasant things in it, unlike Voldemort's own bedroom.

"NO!" Voldemort shrieked, running down the hallway to his own bedroom.

It was too late, Severus had dove into his bedroom where he was currently curled up in Voldemort's fireplace. The ash clung to his white bath towel and damp body.

Voldemort glared at the child as he collapsed into an armchair. The boy glared back.

"I ask myself, was this a good idea," Voldemort muttered. "And I answer myself, no, it wasn't."

Severus cocked his head and slid out of the fireplace. He crawled into Voldemort's lap and clung to him, falling asleep.

Voldemort rubbed his forehead. This was going to be much harder than he had thought.

Coming:

Chapter 3: Crayon Dark Marks