Chapter 2
Voldemort only checked for Harry when he was asleep putting dark and deadly curses on him. Harry knew what he was doing and faked his sleep. He was like no other baby, but very brilliant. The spell only worked when he was asleep, but who could actually sleep with that monster in your room, he didn't sleep. As Harry was two in a half, he knew everything and every spell. He learned them by going to the forbidden library his father told no death eaters to go to, but he was allowed to. He learned how to read by himself and about everything too except for cruelty his father was trying to put on him, all at the age of two. His father was very curious to know why the spell didn't work on him. "Harry," he said one day when Harry was six wearing a black cloak and robes. "Where have you been?" "IN the library - why?" Harry responded with an extraordinary tone for a boy his age. Harry's eyes glowed. Voldemort knew whose eyes were those. It was his and his wife. He had green eyes when he was not doing evil, but red when he does. It was one of those rare occasions when his eyes turned green, very rare. He also knew those eyes that Harry possessed were Slytherin's. "I was looking for you and I have to tell you something, boy," Voldemort said. "I know what you are going to say - you know I can foresight things. I was in the library gazing in the crystal ball and then talking with Nagini." "And what would that be that you know I will ask?" Voldemort said with pride, but not showing it. Harry's voice changed and his eyes turned in a very strange glowing green, "You are asking from me to kill Sirius Black and of course your foe - Albus Dumbledore. Your greatest desire is for me to join you and destroy the good in the world. You are going to ask now what I saw in the water yesterday that I did not want to talk about that will happen in about a month. I will tell you then since I know you can sense me and probably by tomorrow know everything. Albus Dumbledore will not die. I will not kill him. Instead I would have thought of you to at least persuade him to join the Dark Order, father." "Persuade that old muggle-loving fool? That won't be possible. I saw in the fire you at Hogwarts in about three months from here." Harry's voice changed and his eyes didn't glow anymore, but secretly he felt like jumping for joy. "You have?" Harry said in surprise and shock. "But I thought that you won't let me be taught in that school!" "Something will happen that we both don't know" He said. "Well I don't know, but do you? Have you been doing something with my back turned? I doubt it! I can see right through you and you know it!" "Oh no father - never, but I will tell you one thing, I don't even have an owl to contact the school. How would I even be accepted? They know who I am. They know everything and so do I. They all thought I was the son of your nemesis, James Potter, but they thought wrong. I am not. I am your son. They all know I have never killed anyone with my right mind, but they all will one day know I will kill someone. The Order wants me in their side, I can feel it, but it will obviously difficult for them to have me since you cast a barrier on me. " "Good you are dismissed. Halt!" he said when Harry turned his back to leave. "You will be called today and so will the death eaters. Their sons and daughters will serve me at the age of twelve as done for Slytherin. Now you may leave, Harry." "Yes father, I'll leave in your command." Harry said somberly. He really didn't like his father because all he ever thinks about is his power and he joining him. He hated that. He hated everything that his father liked. He was different than anybody. He thought about what his father said about him. He wondered how Hogwarts was like. He still was a little curious on what his father said and he wondered if. if.. He would go to Hogwarts - how would he get there? He apparated to his room and sat on his bed. He didn't like to walk on the halls, which was full with dementors and death eaters roaming around the castle he lived on and unfortunately he lived on the top. He fell asleep unable to think about how he would be going to Hogwarts. It was a little creepy.
Voldemort only checked for Harry when he was asleep putting dark and deadly curses on him. Harry knew what he was doing and faked his sleep. He was like no other baby, but very brilliant. The spell only worked when he was asleep, but who could actually sleep with that monster in your room, he didn't sleep. As Harry was two in a half, he knew everything and every spell. He learned them by going to the forbidden library his father told no death eaters to go to, but he was allowed to. He learned how to read by himself and about everything too except for cruelty his father was trying to put on him, all at the age of two. His father was very curious to know why the spell didn't work on him. "Harry," he said one day when Harry was six wearing a black cloak and robes. "Where have you been?" "IN the library - why?" Harry responded with an extraordinary tone for a boy his age. Harry's eyes glowed. Voldemort knew whose eyes were those. It was his and his wife. He had green eyes when he was not doing evil, but red when he does. It was one of those rare occasions when his eyes turned green, very rare. He also knew those eyes that Harry possessed were Slytherin's. "I was looking for you and I have to tell you something, boy," Voldemort said. "I know what you are going to say - you know I can foresight things. I was in the library gazing in the crystal ball and then talking with Nagini." "And what would that be that you know I will ask?" Voldemort said with pride, but not showing it. Harry's voice changed and his eyes turned in a very strange glowing green, "You are asking from me to kill Sirius Black and of course your foe - Albus Dumbledore. Your greatest desire is for me to join you and destroy the good in the world. You are going to ask now what I saw in the water yesterday that I did not want to talk about that will happen in about a month. I will tell you then since I know you can sense me and probably by tomorrow know everything. Albus Dumbledore will not die. I will not kill him. Instead I would have thought of you to at least persuade him to join the Dark Order, father." "Persuade that old muggle-loving fool? That won't be possible. I saw in the fire you at Hogwarts in about three months from here." Harry's voice changed and his eyes didn't glow anymore, but secretly he felt like jumping for joy. "You have?" Harry said in surprise and shock. "But I thought that you won't let me be taught in that school!" "Something will happen that we both don't know" He said. "Well I don't know, but do you? Have you been doing something with my back turned? I doubt it! I can see right through you and you know it!" "Oh no father - never, but I will tell you one thing, I don't even have an owl to contact the school. How would I even be accepted? They know who I am. They know everything and so do I. They all thought I was the son of your nemesis, James Potter, but they thought wrong. I am not. I am your son. They all know I have never killed anyone with my right mind, but they all will one day know I will kill someone. The Order wants me in their side, I can feel it, but it will obviously difficult for them to have me since you cast a barrier on me. " "Good you are dismissed. Halt!" he said when Harry turned his back to leave. "You will be called today and so will the death eaters. Their sons and daughters will serve me at the age of twelve as done for Slytherin. Now you may leave, Harry." "Yes father, I'll leave in your command." Harry said somberly. He really didn't like his father because all he ever thinks about is his power and he joining him. He hated that. He hated everything that his father liked. He was different than anybody. He thought about what his father said about him. He wondered how Hogwarts was like. He still was a little curious on what his father said and he wondered if. if.. He would go to Hogwarts - how would he get there? He apparated to his room and sat on his bed. He didn't like to walk on the halls, which was full with dementors and death eaters roaming around the castle he lived on and unfortunately he lived on the top. He fell asleep unable to think about how he would be going to Hogwarts. It was a little creepy.