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A/N I'm sorry, I've taken a little longer than I expected with this - I was ill this week and had incredible amounts of homework. And I'll say now that I'm not so happy with this chapter (though greatly looking forward to the next) however it should answer a lot of questions. YOU REVIEWERS ARE AWESOME! I want to give you a;; personal replies, but I know you also want the chapter. So what I'll do is respond to reviewers every five chapters. This also ensures that you know I'll be updating regularly and not giving up this story. I hope never to take any longer than a week to update - unless I say so otherwise. I'll try and update extra quickly this week as it's my birthday on Wednesday (:

You know I did make a new leaf to keep my Author's Notes short, oh well... on with the chapter.

Chapter 2

Voldemort's World - as told by Frank Longbottom!

The overwhelming silence in the graveyard was broken only by the shallow breathing of Frank Longbottom. But not for long, Lord Voldemort was approaching, his hand on the trembling shoulder of his son, steering the boy to the ring of unmasked Death Eaters.

Frank was biting his lip to stop himself from crying out, he was bruised and bloody - the cruciatus curse had been used on him so many times he wondered if there was much left in him. Where was his wife? And his son? What had happened to them? Oh Merlin! Were they dead? Or worse? Frank was close to breaking.

'It's alright, Harry,' Voldemort told boy reassuringly, 'I know you're very confused. But Frank here is going to explain.... everything.'

That made Frank look up. His eyes widened in horror. That boy - that was the Potter boy. He could see his scar. But this shouldn't be possible! Why wasn't he at the Dursleys? How could Voldemort touch him without hurting himself? He'd heard Dumbledore go over all of Harry's various protections...

But the main thought in Frank's head was what was Harry doing here? Why hadn't Voldemort killed him? The boy who lived...

'Now Frank,' Voldemort stepped forward, gesturing to Bellatrix - who moved behind Harry to keep an eye on him. 'I've found out a lot of rather interesting things this week since I took the Elixir of Life from you-' Voldemort smiled, he reminded Frank of this daily. Reminded the wizard of his failure to keep the Philosopher's Stone from him. 'Did Dumbledore tell you that Harry here doesn't even know wizards exist? He doesn't even know about Lily Potter?'

Frank stared incredulously at the Dark Wizard.

'I'd like a little bit help, if you will Frank,' Voldemort nodded and two Death Eaters hauled Frank to his feet. A shout of pain was ripped out of Frank as they did so.

'Harry come here.'

Harry looked around nervously, Bellatrix gave him a little push into the circle. Tentatively he stepped towards Voldemort, until the Lord placed his hands on the Harry shoulders, standing him infront of him. So that he was less than a foot away from Frank. Harry found himself shaking again. The look of pain on the man's face, the stench of blood and desperation.

'So Frank,' Voldemort smiled, 'tell Harry... just who am I?'

'You're,' Frank gasped, it hurt so much to talk, 'you're the evilest wizard ever to set foot in this world.'

Voldemort gave low chuckle.

'No, no, that won't do,' he murmured, 'why am so evil, Frank? What do I do that you don't agree with?'

'Err, you, you kill, you hate, Muggles!'

'I'm sorry, Harry doesn't know what a muggle is- do explain for him.'

'N-non magic folk.'

'Indeed. So you'd say people like his relatives? The Dursleys?'

'Yeah! Yeah that's right!' Frank leapt on the lead, hoarsely. He didn't know how Harry had been abused so much by his relatives, Voldemort purposely was keeping him in the dark. So he reckoned Harry was most likely missing his Aunt and Uncle desperately.

'Why else am I a Dark Lord, Frank,' Voldemort asked quietly.

'You oppose Albus Dumbledore, the Ministry and the peace in this world.' The pain was starting to eat away in his mind now, he couldn't think straight.

'And Albus Dumbledore and the Ministry are those who sent Harry to live with his relatives,' Voldemort mused, 'never caring for him - never checking up on him.

'We, they never needed to,' Frank protested, 'he was fine there.'

Voldemort nodded to Frank patronisingly, pleased that Harry had tensed rigidly at the words on his 'family.'

'So basically you consider me to be an Evil Dark Lord because I disagree with Dumbledore and the Ministry on several counts,' Voldemort summed up for Harry's benefit.

Frank wavered slightly. He was missing something, somewhere. His mind felt so fuzzy. What was it?

'You killed that boy's parents!' he shouted, or tried to at least, it came out a hoarse whisper.

'Don't try an accuse me wrongly, Frank,' Voldemort hissed venomously, 'I was tricked by the 'great' Albus Dumbledore. He stole my son from me, I was beside myself with worry - who wouldn't for love of a son?' Some of the Death Eaters smirked, Voldemort shot them a warning glance.

'Then I find out about some prophesy - a plot to distract me,' Voldemort continued, looking down at Harry, 'This lead me to the Potter's house - where they had so carefully hidden my son. They disguised him so I wouldn't know who he was. Then told me I would have to kill him. I got rid of James - who was hurting myself and my son so much, and then found Lily. Lily - who is indeed Harry's Mother, who had abandoned him to my hand when she discovered I was the father, only to take him back at the orders of Dumbledore. We duelled, I shot the killing curse at her - but she leapt out the way- using Harry as a shield. It was her fault, that to my great regret it hit Harry.'

Harry felt himself compelled to look up and meet Voldemort's blood red eyes.

'But something happened there, meddling of Dumbledore and the Potters - a manipulation of my love, I guess, to cause the curse to rebound on me. Ensuring my downfall. Until a mere week ago I seized the Philosopher's Stone from right under Dumbledore's nose. I am immortal now - and quite rich - I reclaimed my son, my followers and those Death Eaters you put in Azkaban and soon will restore the world to order.'

'You've taken Harry away from his relatives, away from Hogwarts - you can't give him love and you've stopped anyone who can.'

'You were one of those Dumbledore used to make sure the boy was protected?' Voldemort questioned for Harry's benefit.

'Yes.'

'You never checked up on him. Never knew how they were abusing him so much the wards fell away. They were considering abandoning, ridding the last shreds of magic keeping me out. See what they did to him, Frank. See what those, who you disagree with me for hating, have done. Lumos!'

Frank watched with horror as the light illuminated Harry's blackened face and sunken eyes. The small boy let out a whimper, and moved closer to Voldemort.

Voldemort nodded, and drew himself up to his fall height.

'Dumbledore saved you and your stupid family from my Death Eaters - who were trying to find a way of bringing me back and reuniting me with Harry - I will now let them finish their noble work. Bella, Barty, Rodolphus - you may have him. Come

Harry, let's get you healed up and I will answer any other questions you might have.'

He led the shaking boy away, beckoning to Narcissa as he did so. He was exhausted, barely aware of anything, so many things were chasing around his mind. He felt mild surprise when the pain instantly vanished as the lady gave him something strange to drink.

'He'll be alright, Master,' she told Lord Voldemort, who had been watching his son closely, 'a bit of rest perhaps... he's very confused. Did you really need Frank to tell him everything?'

'Of course, Narcissa,' Voldemort twirled his wand, 'how else was I supposed to do it. Do you think he should be kept in here for tonight?'

'Possibly, but you can see he's been abused badly, my Lord. I don't suppose he's had any friends, or anyone to care for him since Dumbledore,' she spat the name like an ugly swear word, 'stole him. I don't think he should be left alone.'

'Yes... I would agree with that,' Voldemort nodded, 'I shall stay with him for tonight - but if you could bring Draco in the morning.'

A/N - oh I'm so sorry I didn't get Draco into this chapter. But he will be there in the next! I promise. For real this time. I hope this chapter is satisfactory - though I'm a little worried about it. I'll answer any questions that may linger - as long as they don't give away too much.

Oh, one thing some reviewers have bought up (I know I'm only responding every five chapters, but this is just a general thing I want to get across). This chapter does point Harry in the direction of Evil!Harry Working For MouldyWart. Hmm, well I'm too sure how it's going to turn out. On one shoulder I have Voldemort screaming 'Harry's mine.' But what do you think Dumbledore's doing in all this?