The Shadow of Lord Voldemort
By: Princess Ashley
Harry Potter was kidnapped during the summer before 5th year. What is Harry's true nature, is he even real? Or just shadow of the person who created him. Then the real Harry Potter kills Dumbledore. Then the world finds out a secret that only Voldemort knew about Harry. Want to know what that is? No, he is not his son, thank you. I happen to find that very gross. R/R Please
Chapter 1: In the Forests of the Night
Harry Potter climbed out of his bedroom window, slipping and chipping off some of the hard black sheets on the roof. He used his long nails to take hold of the rough material and climb up to the arch on the roof, and lay down on the food to look at the sky as it shifted colors into a beautiful magenta pink color. His thoughts turned over to the thought of what adventure he was going to have this year at . There was nothing bad enough that he hadn't experienced already, at least he was comforted with the thought that things couldn't possibly get any worse. The world hated him with the accusation that he had killed Cedric Diggory out of jealousy that he would ruin his title. The fact that no one trusted him because he was a parseltongue. And now the world accused him of joining the dark side, being one of the Death Eaters, destroying everything that could get in the way of his master rising in power. That Cedric Diggory was a threat to him and Voldemort.
Yeah right, Harry laughed at that. Cedric Diggory wouldn't last a minute against Peter Pettigrew, and that was saying something. Why was it that when ever something dangerous and unusual happened, he was blamed for it. Why would he join with the person who caused him more pain than anyone on this cruel earth. Sure every once in a while he was angry enough to kill someone, but that stayed in his mind. People were all jealous of him, because he was famous. But for crying out loud! He had no family, an aunt and uncle that straved, beat, and otherwise hated him. And on top of all that, he had the whole dark wizard population out to kill him if they had the chance. Oh yeah, this life was fit for a kind. He was so miserable he would settle for Neville Logbottom's life, just as he had taken his name in during third year. Sometimes he just wanted to disappear, and let the world go into disarry without him, letting them know and mourn how much they had put on him and how miserable the wizarding world was making his life. Sometimes he just wanted to do all the things people accused him of so at least they would be truthful about it. He would have the power to curse all people who defied him. In fact, that was his thoughts just then. And a second later, that was exactly what he got.
Harry sat up as he heard the gental whisper floating throught the gental autum air. "Drol ym, mitciv ym htiw em enibmoc..." Harry felt his body lifted up, off the roof, and in the thin air that surrounded him, he was dragged into the forest that sat at the end of Privet Drive, and down into the most dense part of the woods was, and landed him in a small clearing, fitting only him, and the hooded man across from him. He didn't have a chance to speak, the other man had pulled out a wand, he nodded and spoke the same incantation as before. Suddenly, Harry's lifeless body dropped to the ground, the hooded man stayed still.
Then he took off his hood, after a few minute of just starring at the fallen boy. The man was the same size, aroung 6'5, and when he took off his hood, there shone jet-black hair, and bright green eyes. Harry Potter stood before the fallen boy, who had lost all his color, and layed rigid on the ground. He laughed a bit, then spoke out into the night, "The first stage is finished, you can come out now." Soon several figures stepped out of the woods, they bound and gagged the boy for when he woke up, he was sure to cause some commotion if he woke to find himself in his greatest enemy's lair. Then the boy who looked just like Harry left with the other men as the real Harry was thrown over the shoulder of one of the deatheaters and carried away.
"Time to work." The man said aloud, his plan was in perfect place, he had taken the appearance of the Boy-who-lived, and now he was to take Harry's place and give Hogwarts the best year they had yet. One obsicale though. Dumbledore knew Harry better than anyone, if he made one false move Dumbledore would know and then have him handed to the ministry. But that was his masters job. Voldemort had thought of something already that he refused to talk to anyone about. But they were assured that the plan was perfect. Hogwarts And indeed, the plan would be perfect.
***
Harry Potter was beaten as he hung from a pole in the back of a room where only he and Voldemort were. Voldemort muttered Crucio at Harry once again, and Harry doubled over in pain. "You stubborn boi, why won't you just face facts? You were ment to be on the dark side."
Harry never answered these questions, he didn't deny them, nor did he agree with them. He wanted to know that whenever Voldemort showed up in his dreams he felt so controled as if his mind was telling him what to do but he heart wouldn't allow it.
"Answer me! Do you deny it?" He cried again. The boy was totally ignoring him. he didn't listen to the things he said though he constantly put desires into his head but his heart never went through with it. "Accept it, Harry. Your mine! You belong to me, you are my shadow put on this earth to follow orders, yet you ignore everyone of them! Why don't you listen to me! What do I have to do to get control of you!?" His questions overwelmed Harry, and finally he went limp with the desired Voldemort put into his mind, the will to destory and the will to only serve and obey one person. The man that created him. Voldemort was right, he was only the better part of Voldemort's mind, the kinder part. He was Tom Riddle, the person who had been taken over. That was why he and Tom had so much in common. He was Tom Riddle, he had Tom's personality before he was taken over. He was Voldemort. Or, the better part of Voldemort.
"You know it's true Harry, you are just a cloan of the boy I killed the night I killed the real Harry Potter's parents. You are not him, you are just the kind boy I destroyed with my kinder nature that I'm discusted to say that I have. I gave it to you so that I could no longer have those emotions. The real Harry Potter died that night, only his body lives on. And you know it as well as I do. You are nothing without me, and that is why you can't kill me. If I die, you die, so you should try to protect your master because whatever happens to me happens to you. You can't live without me. So why don't you just give up. It's not like your not expected to do so." Voldemort's voice softend with every bloody true word he spoke. And that was all of it.
Harry didn't say anything. No he was Harry Potter, he was his own person. He was someone without Voldemort. The 'thing' he was now was just the shadow of someone else. If Voldemort died, he would have his own life. Or would he?
*****
Now that was a bit weird I'll admit. I'll continue If I have good reviews. Okay? Well, on to the other fic I have to finish. Love ya, mean it, choe!!!
~mo
Harry Potter was kidnapped during the summer before 5th year. What is Harry's true nature, is he even real? Or just shadow of the person who created him. Then the real Harry Potter kills Dumbledore. Then the world finds out a secret that only Voldemort knew about Harry. Want to know what that is? No, he is not his son, thank you. I happen to find that very gross. R/R Please
Chapter 1: In the Forests of the Night
Harry Potter climbed out of his bedroom window, slipping and chipping off some of the hard black sheets on the roof. He used his long nails to take hold of the rough material and climb up to the arch on the roof, and lay down on the food to look at the sky as it shifted colors into a beautiful magenta pink color. His thoughts turned over to the thought of what adventure he was going to have this year at . There was nothing bad enough that he hadn't experienced already, at least he was comforted with the thought that things couldn't possibly get any worse. The world hated him with the accusation that he had killed Cedric Diggory out of jealousy that he would ruin his title. The fact that no one trusted him because he was a parseltongue. And now the world accused him of joining the dark side, being one of the Death Eaters, destroying everything that could get in the way of his master rising in power. That Cedric Diggory was a threat to him and Voldemort.
Yeah right, Harry laughed at that. Cedric Diggory wouldn't last a minute against Peter Pettigrew, and that was saying something. Why was it that when ever something dangerous and unusual happened, he was blamed for it. Why would he join with the person who caused him more pain than anyone on this cruel earth. Sure every once in a while he was angry enough to kill someone, but that stayed in his mind. People were all jealous of him, because he was famous. But for crying out loud! He had no family, an aunt and uncle that straved, beat, and otherwise hated him. And on top of all that, he had the whole dark wizard population out to kill him if they had the chance. Oh yeah, this life was fit for a kind. He was so miserable he would settle for Neville Logbottom's life, just as he had taken his name in during third year. Sometimes he just wanted to disappear, and let the world go into disarry without him, letting them know and mourn how much they had put on him and how miserable the wizarding world was making his life. Sometimes he just wanted to do all the things people accused him of so at least they would be truthful about it. He would have the power to curse all people who defied him. In fact, that was his thoughts just then. And a second later, that was exactly what he got.
Harry sat up as he heard the gental whisper floating throught the gental autum air. "Drol ym, mitciv ym htiw em enibmoc..." Harry felt his body lifted up, off the roof, and in the thin air that surrounded him, he was dragged into the forest that sat at the end of Privet Drive, and down into the most dense part of the woods was, and landed him in a small clearing, fitting only him, and the hooded man across from him. He didn't have a chance to speak, the other man had pulled out a wand, he nodded and spoke the same incantation as before. Suddenly, Harry's lifeless body dropped to the ground, the hooded man stayed still.
Then he took off his hood, after a few minute of just starring at the fallen boy. The man was the same size, aroung 6'5, and when he took off his hood, there shone jet-black hair, and bright green eyes. Harry Potter stood before the fallen boy, who had lost all his color, and layed rigid on the ground. He laughed a bit, then spoke out into the night, "The first stage is finished, you can come out now." Soon several figures stepped out of the woods, they bound and gagged the boy for when he woke up, he was sure to cause some commotion if he woke to find himself in his greatest enemy's lair. Then the boy who looked just like Harry left with the other men as the real Harry was thrown over the shoulder of one of the deatheaters and carried away.
"Time to work." The man said aloud, his plan was in perfect place, he had taken the appearance of the Boy-who-lived, and now he was to take Harry's place and give Hogwarts the best year they had yet. One obsicale though. Dumbledore knew Harry better than anyone, if he made one false move Dumbledore would know and then have him handed to the ministry. But that was his masters job. Voldemort had thought of something already that he refused to talk to anyone about. But they were assured that the plan was perfect. Hogwarts And indeed, the plan would be perfect.
***
Harry Potter was beaten as he hung from a pole in the back of a room where only he and Voldemort were. Voldemort muttered Crucio at Harry once again, and Harry doubled over in pain. "You stubborn boi, why won't you just face facts? You were ment to be on the dark side."
Harry never answered these questions, he didn't deny them, nor did he agree with them. He wanted to know that whenever Voldemort showed up in his dreams he felt so controled as if his mind was telling him what to do but he heart wouldn't allow it.
"Answer me! Do you deny it?" He cried again. The boy was totally ignoring him. he didn't listen to the things he said though he constantly put desires into his head but his heart never went through with it. "Accept it, Harry. Your mine! You belong to me, you are my shadow put on this earth to follow orders, yet you ignore everyone of them! Why don't you listen to me! What do I have to do to get control of you!?" His questions overwelmed Harry, and finally he went limp with the desired Voldemort put into his mind, the will to destory and the will to only serve and obey one person. The man that created him. Voldemort was right, he was only the better part of Voldemort's mind, the kinder part. He was Tom Riddle, the person who had been taken over. That was why he and Tom had so much in common. He was Tom Riddle, he had Tom's personality before he was taken over. He was Voldemort. Or, the better part of Voldemort.
"You know it's true Harry, you are just a cloan of the boy I killed the night I killed the real Harry Potter's parents. You are not him, you are just the kind boy I destroyed with my kinder nature that I'm discusted to say that I have. I gave it to you so that I could no longer have those emotions. The real Harry Potter died that night, only his body lives on. And you know it as well as I do. You are nothing without me, and that is why you can't kill me. If I die, you die, so you should try to protect your master because whatever happens to me happens to you. You can't live without me. So why don't you just give up. It's not like your not expected to do so." Voldemort's voice softend with every bloody true word he spoke. And that was all of it.
Harry didn't say anything. No he was Harry Potter, he was his own person. He was someone without Voldemort. The 'thing' he was now was just the shadow of someone else. If Voldemort died, he would have his own life. Or would he?
*****
Now that was a bit weird I'll admit. I'll continue If I have good reviews. Okay? Well, on to the other fic I have to finish. Love ya, mean it, choe!!!
~mo