Title: Son of The Dark Lord

Rating: PG-13 (A/N: may change as story progresses)

Pairing(s): eventual HP/MR (Matthias Riddle), RM/SB, and RW/HG

Warning(s): eventual slash, some angst, violence, and language

Summary: Voldemort rescues his son, Matthias, from Azkaban after several long years of imprisonment. Matthias is sent to live with Severus and attends Hogwarts as a spy for his father. While at Hogwarts he meets his fathers rival, Harry Potter, and finds himself falling in love with him.

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A small sliver a light passed through rusty bars into a small cell, littered with tiny pieces of plastic. A very small bed with chunks of foam ripped out of it was pushed against the wall farthest away from the bars in the front of the cell. A hole in the floor, almost right next to the bed, was being used as a toilet.

A thin figure lay curled upon the small bed, bony knees hugged close to his chest. The only thing that indicated that the boy was even alive was the occasional ragged breath he took, followed by the cough that came with his letting it out.

Sandy colored hair, matted and dirty almost to the point where it was black, fell onto his face every time he moved and he continually forced himself to brush it out of his eyes. He had tried to comb his fingers through it before to keep in some semblance of order, but gave up after it grew too long. It was too much of an effort to keep untangled.

Dark red eyes stared through his hair at the wall, almost as if they were trying to burn a hole through the concrete. Those eyes, once full of something akin to love and compassion, were now totally dull and lifeless. They hardly ever showed any emotion, and when they did it was only when he was exceptionally angry.

A steel band encircled the prisoner's wrist, and that was connected to a thick chain that connected to a ring in the center of the cell. This kept the prisoner from escaping if the door to the cell was, for some reason, left open but allowed the prisoner to reach his bed and the toilet.

The guards that stood outside of his cell were fully trained, and fully armed Ministry wizards that were posted there in hopes of keeping the prisoner in check. Not that the prisoner needed to be kept in check, he barely even moved, and if he did then the chain connecting him to the floor would stop him from doing much.

"Hey, you!" The prisoner barely flinched as someone rattled the bars to his cell. "Lunchtime! Don't make me come in there!" The prisoner stayed silent and unmoving. The person outside grunted and shoved a small plate through the cat flap in the door. "There ya go, eat up maggot!"

The prisoner rolled over to stare at the plate with dead eyes. "You heard the man maggot. Eat up or you wont eat at all." One of the guards leaned in the sneer at the prisoner.

The prisoner coughed and buried his head under an arm. He heard the guards laugh at him. He slowly made his way over to the plate and gulped down its contents in two seconds, only to have to struggle to keep it down. Once again, they had given him stale, moldy food.

He slid the plate back towards the cat flap and climbed back into his bed. "Well that was quick maggot. I hope you appreciate my efforts to get you some quality food!" The guards roared in laughter as the boy flipped them off. "Same to you too, Deatheater scum!"

The boy growled lightly, baring his sharp fangs, as he absently scratched his left forearm. An eerie black light resembling the shape of a skull with a snake coiled around it glowed through the worn fabric of his shirt.

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A small amount light filtered into the luxurious dining area of Riddle Mansion. At the head table in the front of said dining area sat the world's most feared wizard, Lord Voldemort.

Commonly known to closest friends as Tom Riddle, the wizard was surpassed by only two in strength, as much as he loathed to admit. One of those wizards being Harry Potter, his most hated enemy, and the other being his son, which no one knew he had.

"Lucius." The man hissed. "Step forth." A tall, blond haired man steeped foreword and bowed deeply to the Dark Lord. "Tell me about Hogwarts." Lucius cleared his throat.

"Hogwarts is as strong as ever My Lord. Draco had been keeping me updated on classes, and it has come to my attention that Dumbledore has talked Fudge into letting him start a new.. Defense club. The club is going to teach select students more about Dark curses and such." Voldemort frowned.

"Well we cant have that now can we? On to other important matters. I believe it is time we retrieved young Matthias from Azkaban, don't you agree?" Lucius paled considerably, remembering the times when he had to watch the sandy-haired menace. "You DO remember who he is, I'm hoping." Oh yes, Lucius thought, that brat was worse than James Potter and his gang back in Hogwarts.

"Yes, My Lord."

"Good. Then go and get him out of that hellhole. He's been in there way too long. Besides, he could be used as another spy in Hogwarts." Lucius nodded, bowed, then apparated away as Voldemort released the others from their duties.

No one heard a certain black haired man whisper Hogwarts as he stepped into the fireplace to floo 'home'.

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The door to Albus Dumbledore's office burst open to reveal a sweaty, panting, dark haired man. He stumbled into the room, slammed the door behind him, and collapsed onto the comfy couch with a groan. "My my, Severus. I don't think I've seen you this out of breath since you were in school. What on earth is the matter?"

"Voldemort." The Potions Master replied. Albus sighed and leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers together over his stomach.

"What is it this time?" Albus asked gently. He knew that Severus had it hard, having to attend Death Eater meetings as a spy, and not always coming out unscathed.

"He told Lucius to break Matthias out." Albus rose one silvery eyebrow. Now this was something new.

"And who is Matthias? And where does he plan on breaking him out of. You know I can't read minds, Severus. I'll need more information than that." Severus sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"Matthias Xavier Riddle is Voldemort's son." At this, Albus gasped. "He was captured when he was five, and taken to Azkaban. Voldemort wants Lucius to break the boy out and bring him home."

"I never knew Voldemort had a son. Why is this so dreadful? Other than the fact he's Voldemort's boy." Severus sighed in exasperation and sat up. He glared darkly at the Headmaster.

"The child will be about.fourteen by now. The boy has his fathers powers, and is most likely stronger than the Potter boy." Albus stood abruptly and his eyes narrowed.

"What makes you say that?"

"His mother.. was the great-great-great.Let's just say she was the last descendant of Merlin."

TBC

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