A/N: Chapter two's here.
Disclaimer: Me no own Harry and co. Capish?
Dedication: Tereth Dragonstar and Kendra1117 for reviewing!
Years Later, Expectations and Changes
It had been almost ten years since the night of the Potters' deaths, and much of the wizarding world had changed.
The changes weren't noticeable if you were in the wizarding world regularly, as they were so gradual, but for someone who only occasionally saw it you would notice many changes.
It was not just the world that had changed, but the people in it as well. Not everyone had changed, but most had, and they had changed a lot.
The young Harry James Potter no longer existed, but was now Benjamin (Ben to most) Hunt. He had been raised by Lord Voldemort as a son, and no matter what happened it would always seem that to him.
Ben was relatively tall, with short brown hair, and eyes such a pale shade of blue that it was shocking. He also had no scar on his forehead. His appearance was down to an illusion charm his 'father' put on him.
Yes, Ben knew all about who he was. He knew he was Harry Potter, that his parents had been killed by Voldemort, and that he had survived the killing curse at one year old.
To him it didn't matter though. Most people would have been distraught at the thought, but he wasn't. Ben didn't fully understand it himself, but to him Voldemort was his father. He couldn't imagine anyone else.
To most people Voldemort had a cruel exterior and an even crueller interior, but he knew better. Maybe it had all started out like that, yes, actually, it had, but he knew that wasn't true. Ben knew the real reason that Voldemort had adopted him. That was power, but for some reason Ben could read deeper into this now, and saw though it had begun like that, now Voldemort hated the killing, pain and everything that had gotten him his dreadful reputation.
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Lord Voldemort needed to think. He had finally noticed that over the years he had changed. He still looked the same, but the way he acted was different. He no longer enjoyed the death, the pain that came with being the Dark Lord. He no longer enjoyed killing muggles, mud-bloods, and anyone who opposed him. He no longer enjoyed being Lord Voldemort.
He knew his Death Eaters would soon notice if he didn't order them to attack soon. Slowly, over the years, he hadn't attacked his enemies so much, slowly decreasing the number of attacks so that now the last attack had been over two months ago. The last plan he had go ahead was also just around that time as well.
Voldemort sighed, and then lost himself in memories. He thought of the night he had gone to the Potters' in order to kill them because of that prophecy. He had killed Lily and James easily enough, but when it came to the boy, to Harry, the spell had rebounded. Thankfully he had managed to dodge it, and then decided to adopt Harry as his own.
Voldemort thought on a few hours after that happened. This time he remembered when he told the Death Eaters of his plan. He had questioned them all under Veritaserum first, so that no traitors and spies could report this to Dumbledore. He had found none, but that was probably because once word had gotten round of what he was doing many of the Death Eaters, all of whom having something to hide from him but probably not all spies, had vanished without a trace. The old fool had probably told them if such a thing was ever to happen then they had to get out of there as quickly as possible.
After he had interrogated all the Death Eaters that remained he gathered them, and informed them. He sometimes told Death Eaters of his plans, though usually on short notice. This time he could be sure that there were no traitors. That was the real reason for the Veritaserum. He usually fed spies false information to give to Dumbledore. He may not know who the spies were, but he could tell when someone had something to hide.
The Death Eaters had seemed shocked at his idea, but in order to avoid his wrath they agreed immediately.
Voldemort shook his head. He knew that some of his stronger Death Eaters were suspicious that he might have gone off the idea of him leading them, probably wanting to take over. He couldn't identify them at the minute, but once they had decided this fully, he would know who they were, and they would be killed.
There was a tapping at the window, and an owl flew in as he used magic to open it. He grabbed the letter that it was carrying and the bird flew off again.
Tom smiled. It was for 'Ben'. It was his Hogwarts letter.
So the old fool still doesn't know that 'Ben' is in reality Harry Potter he thought. Interesting, very interesting. He could use this as an advantage.
Quickly he summoned a Death Eater. It was Lucius Malfoy.
"Lucius," said Voldemort lazily. "Go get Ben now. I have things I must discuss with him."
"At once master," obeyed Lucius. He had just seen Voldemort's mood, and knew better question him. Even if he wasn't in this mood he wouldn't have questioned him. That would have meant almost certain death, a lot of pain instead, or both.
Lucius returned a matter of seconds later with Ben. He would have been insane to take much longer, as he would have to be to stay in this room much longer now that the Dark Lord's 'son' was here. Lucius sighed, remembering the good times, before that brat had become Voldemort's son. In those days there was rarely a day that went by without a single attack, let alone a week, month, or even two months.
Once Lucius had left Ben turned his eyes to the person he knew better than anyone.
"Father?" he asked cautiously. He always called Voldemort Father or Sir. It was what was expected.
"A letter arrived for you earlier," said Voldemort handing him a letter.
Ben read it quickly then looked up at the man who had raised him. Voldemort's red eyes looked back at him, trying to judge what he would say next.
"This is my Hogwarts letter, isn't it?" said Ben after a few seconds.
"Yes, it is. Do you want to go?" Voldemort asked the youth.
"I'm not sure," he replied. He couldn't imagine why he would be asked. His father's enemy, Albus Dumbledore ran the school.
Little did Ben know Voldemort had as little clue as to why he was asking him. He could have just torn the letter up, but he knew from experience that more would follow. So what was his excuse? He didn't know the real reason, but he had to come up with a reasonable excuse.
He could say that he was sending Ben on a mission to spy on Dumbledore at Hogwarts if he agreed. Yes, that would be the best answer. He may already have a large number of spies at Hogwarts, but one more wouldn't hurt. He knew all his Death Eaters with sons and daughters at Hogwarts reported to their parents about the things they had over heard, and their parents reported to him. He would tell his Death Eaters that, but as usual, he would tell his son the truth.
"It is up to you son," said Voldemort.
"Father, I wouldn't mind going. It would give me a chance to be with others my own age." Voldemort knew what he meant. The only company the boy had was his own age were Death Eater's children, and they were always warned to be on their best behaviour by their parents, lest the Dark Lord be displeased.
"Okay, you will go," said Voldemort.
"Father?" said Ben. "Why did you ask me?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why did you ask me if I wanted to go to Hogwarts?"
"I don't know. There are a lot of things I am currently not sure about," replied Voldemort.
"What are you going to tell everyone about my going to Hogwarts?" asked, curious at the answer.
"You mean the Death Eaters? I will tell them that you are going to spy at Hogwarts. It will be the explanation they are most likely to believe."
"What should I tell the people at Hogwarts who support him?" asked Ben.
"Hmmmm ... It would stand out too much if you were to say you were a pure blood. All the pure blood families know each other, even if they don't get along. The amount of knowledge you have about magic would stand out too much if you were to say you were a mud-blood, besides the fact I would not have you say that you were one. You will have to say you are half blood," replied Voldemort thoughtfully.
"And I'm down under the name Ben Hunt?" asked Ben.
"Yes, you are. I am going to inform the Death Eaters of what is going on. I will get one of them to take you to Diagon Alley to get your school supplies," said Voldemort, and left.
A/N: Second chapter finished. It was hard to get out for some strange reason. Not sure why. This is a fun fic to write. If Voldemort's out of character, then blame that on being a father to Ben. I will only blame it on him.
I got two reviews for that chapter! Yay!
Tereth Dragonstar: It's original? Really? Thank you. Now you know what Harry's new name is. I wouldn't have put down Harry Riddle. Dumbledore would have known that he wasn't Voldy's son and there needed to be zero connection between Harry's name, his new name and Voldemort's given name.
Kendra1117: Thank you. I really was feeling insane when I came up with the idea and when I wrote this down I wanted to change history in the world so that I would be complete ruler, but I couldn't, so I settled for changing Harry's life instead.
One more thing to everyone. Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! You get the idea, right?
Disclaimer: Me no own Harry and co. Capish?
Dedication: Tereth Dragonstar and Kendra1117 for reviewing!
Years Later, Expectations and Changes
It had been almost ten years since the night of the Potters' deaths, and much of the wizarding world had changed.
The changes weren't noticeable if you were in the wizarding world regularly, as they were so gradual, but for someone who only occasionally saw it you would notice many changes.
It was not just the world that had changed, but the people in it as well. Not everyone had changed, but most had, and they had changed a lot.
The young Harry James Potter no longer existed, but was now Benjamin (Ben to most) Hunt. He had been raised by Lord Voldemort as a son, and no matter what happened it would always seem that to him.
Ben was relatively tall, with short brown hair, and eyes such a pale shade of blue that it was shocking. He also had no scar on his forehead. His appearance was down to an illusion charm his 'father' put on him.
Yes, Ben knew all about who he was. He knew he was Harry Potter, that his parents had been killed by Voldemort, and that he had survived the killing curse at one year old.
To him it didn't matter though. Most people would have been distraught at the thought, but he wasn't. Ben didn't fully understand it himself, but to him Voldemort was his father. He couldn't imagine anyone else.
To most people Voldemort had a cruel exterior and an even crueller interior, but he knew better. Maybe it had all started out like that, yes, actually, it had, but he knew that wasn't true. Ben knew the real reason that Voldemort had adopted him. That was power, but for some reason Ben could read deeper into this now, and saw though it had begun like that, now Voldemort hated the killing, pain and everything that had gotten him his dreadful reputation.
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Lord Voldemort needed to think. He had finally noticed that over the years he had changed. He still looked the same, but the way he acted was different. He no longer enjoyed the death, the pain that came with being the Dark Lord. He no longer enjoyed killing muggles, mud-bloods, and anyone who opposed him. He no longer enjoyed being Lord Voldemort.
He knew his Death Eaters would soon notice if he didn't order them to attack soon. Slowly, over the years, he hadn't attacked his enemies so much, slowly decreasing the number of attacks so that now the last attack had been over two months ago. The last plan he had go ahead was also just around that time as well.
Voldemort sighed, and then lost himself in memories. He thought of the night he had gone to the Potters' in order to kill them because of that prophecy. He had killed Lily and James easily enough, but when it came to the boy, to Harry, the spell had rebounded. Thankfully he had managed to dodge it, and then decided to adopt Harry as his own.
Voldemort thought on a few hours after that happened. This time he remembered when he told the Death Eaters of his plan. He had questioned them all under Veritaserum first, so that no traitors and spies could report this to Dumbledore. He had found none, but that was probably because once word had gotten round of what he was doing many of the Death Eaters, all of whom having something to hide from him but probably not all spies, had vanished without a trace. The old fool had probably told them if such a thing was ever to happen then they had to get out of there as quickly as possible.
After he had interrogated all the Death Eaters that remained he gathered them, and informed them. He sometimes told Death Eaters of his plans, though usually on short notice. This time he could be sure that there were no traitors. That was the real reason for the Veritaserum. He usually fed spies false information to give to Dumbledore. He may not know who the spies were, but he could tell when someone had something to hide.
The Death Eaters had seemed shocked at his idea, but in order to avoid his wrath they agreed immediately.
Voldemort shook his head. He knew that some of his stronger Death Eaters were suspicious that he might have gone off the idea of him leading them, probably wanting to take over. He couldn't identify them at the minute, but once they had decided this fully, he would know who they were, and they would be killed.
There was a tapping at the window, and an owl flew in as he used magic to open it. He grabbed the letter that it was carrying and the bird flew off again.
Tom smiled. It was for 'Ben'. It was his Hogwarts letter.
So the old fool still doesn't know that 'Ben' is in reality Harry Potter he thought. Interesting, very interesting. He could use this as an advantage.
Quickly he summoned a Death Eater. It was Lucius Malfoy.
"Lucius," said Voldemort lazily. "Go get Ben now. I have things I must discuss with him."
"At once master," obeyed Lucius. He had just seen Voldemort's mood, and knew better question him. Even if he wasn't in this mood he wouldn't have questioned him. That would have meant almost certain death, a lot of pain instead, or both.
Lucius returned a matter of seconds later with Ben. He would have been insane to take much longer, as he would have to be to stay in this room much longer now that the Dark Lord's 'son' was here. Lucius sighed, remembering the good times, before that brat had become Voldemort's son. In those days there was rarely a day that went by without a single attack, let alone a week, month, or even two months.
Once Lucius had left Ben turned his eyes to the person he knew better than anyone.
"Father?" he asked cautiously. He always called Voldemort Father or Sir. It was what was expected.
"A letter arrived for you earlier," said Voldemort handing him a letter.
Ben read it quickly then looked up at the man who had raised him. Voldemort's red eyes looked back at him, trying to judge what he would say next.
"This is my Hogwarts letter, isn't it?" said Ben after a few seconds.
"Yes, it is. Do you want to go?" Voldemort asked the youth.
"I'm not sure," he replied. He couldn't imagine why he would be asked. His father's enemy, Albus Dumbledore ran the school.
Little did Ben know Voldemort had as little clue as to why he was asking him. He could have just torn the letter up, but he knew from experience that more would follow. So what was his excuse? He didn't know the real reason, but he had to come up with a reasonable excuse.
He could say that he was sending Ben on a mission to spy on Dumbledore at Hogwarts if he agreed. Yes, that would be the best answer. He may already have a large number of spies at Hogwarts, but one more wouldn't hurt. He knew all his Death Eaters with sons and daughters at Hogwarts reported to their parents about the things they had over heard, and their parents reported to him. He would tell his Death Eaters that, but as usual, he would tell his son the truth.
"It is up to you son," said Voldemort.
"Father, I wouldn't mind going. It would give me a chance to be with others my own age." Voldemort knew what he meant. The only company the boy had was his own age were Death Eater's children, and they were always warned to be on their best behaviour by their parents, lest the Dark Lord be displeased.
"Okay, you will go," said Voldemort.
"Father?" said Ben. "Why did you ask me?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why did you ask me if I wanted to go to Hogwarts?"
"I don't know. There are a lot of things I am currently not sure about," replied Voldemort.
"What are you going to tell everyone about my going to Hogwarts?" asked, curious at the answer.
"You mean the Death Eaters? I will tell them that you are going to spy at Hogwarts. It will be the explanation they are most likely to believe."
"What should I tell the people at Hogwarts who support him?" asked Ben.
"Hmmmm ... It would stand out too much if you were to say you were a pure blood. All the pure blood families know each other, even if they don't get along. The amount of knowledge you have about magic would stand out too much if you were to say you were a mud-blood, besides the fact I would not have you say that you were one. You will have to say you are half blood," replied Voldemort thoughtfully.
"And I'm down under the name Ben Hunt?" asked Ben.
"Yes, you are. I am going to inform the Death Eaters of what is going on. I will get one of them to take you to Diagon Alley to get your school supplies," said Voldemort, and left.
A/N: Second chapter finished. It was hard to get out for some strange reason. Not sure why. This is a fun fic to write. If Voldemort's out of character, then blame that on being a father to Ben. I will only blame it on him.
I got two reviews for that chapter! Yay!
Tereth Dragonstar: It's original? Really? Thank you. Now you know what Harry's new name is. I wouldn't have put down Harry Riddle. Dumbledore would have known that he wasn't Voldy's son and there needed to be zero connection between Harry's name, his new name and Voldemort's given name.
Kendra1117: Thank you. I really was feeling insane when I came up with the idea and when I wrote this down I wanted to change history in the world so that I would be complete ruler, but I couldn't, so I settled for changing Harry's life instead.
One more thing to everyone. Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! Review! You get the idea, right?