Harry Voldermort had never been an ordinary boy, despite having one of the
most feared wizards in the world as a father; he was powerful, more
powerful than any child should be.
Voldermort had sent his son to Durmstrang for the first four years of his magical education but as the tension had grown considerably between Light and Dark, Voldermort felt the need to have his son, who he cared for dearly, close by. He had transferred Harry to Hogwarts.
There, even under the eye of Albus Dumbledore Harry would be worshiped, something no one had done in Durmstrang as they did not recognize his standing. Most of Voldermorts deatheaters had children, all of which went to Hogwarts. A deatheater even taught there.
The night before Harry was due to return for his fifth year at school, his father called him to his throne.
"Dad, you called."
"Yes, I have business away from the manor tomorrow so I will not be seeing you off, instead Malfoy, I believe you know him from our meetings, will arrive here to escort you. He will show you the respect that you deserve, as will his son."
Harry nodded in a formal manor; he had never known that Lusius had a son, as the youngest Malfoy never came to deatheater meetings. "Thank you Dad, is there anything else you require of me tonight?"
"No, just remember what I told you about your power."
"I am not to use it in front of or on any one but the Slytherin's. I understand Dad."
"Good now go to bed."
Harry kissed his father on the cheek and did as he was told. In a way he feared his father even though he knew that he would never hurt him. The bond between them was unbreakably strong because of all the time they spent together, this time included Deatheater meetings where Harry would stand beside his father and, show his superiority.
Harry was awoken the following morning by his personal house elf who was apparently called Molly. "Master, you are to get dressed, the Malfoy's will be arriving shortly." The elf squeaked as Harry rubbed sleep from his eyes.
"Thank you, now leave me."
"Yes master."
Harry rolled out of his king sized four poster bed, with a painful thud. Looking around he noticed that the elf had lain out an out fit for him to wear to the train station which included black jeans that flared at the bottom, a grey button down shirt and muggle trainers.
Once he had showered and dressed he walked down the grand stair case into the entrance hall where a tall blond man stood with a shorter blonde boy that Harry could only assume was his son. They both bowed as he came towards them.
"The house elves have already given us your thing's are you ready to go My Lord." Lusius asked.
"Yes, yes, stop bowing, my father may enjoy it but it gets on my nerves. I am ready to go, can't put it off forever."
The car journey was a silent one, neither Malfoy wanting to enrage the heir of their Lord. However the silence was just what Harry wanted, he didn't like talking much, he supposed he got this from his mother's side.
His fellow Hogwarts students all looked at him curiously as he past with the Malfoy's at his side. Voldermort had decided for safety reasons that Harry, call himself Riddle as having Voldermort as a surname would attract unwanted attention.
Harry did not say farewell or thank you to Lusius; he just boarded the train and sat in an empty compartment. The youngest Malfoy did not attempt to follow him this he was thankful for he was in no mood to be worshiped.
It wasn't long however before his solitude was invaded by a red haired boy who looked about the same age and a bushy haired girl who was holding the other boy's hand.
"Can we sit in here, every where else is full?"
"Whatever." Harry replied coldly.
"I'm Ron by the way and this is Hermione." Harry looked at them in utmost loathing.
"It's polite to introduce yourself you know."
"Only if you want to be polite." Harry snapped in retaliation, the urge to tell them who he was just to scare him off increasing.
"You seem familiar, what's your name?"
"Harry Riddle."
Voldermort had sent his son to Durmstrang for the first four years of his magical education but as the tension had grown considerably between Light and Dark, Voldermort felt the need to have his son, who he cared for dearly, close by. He had transferred Harry to Hogwarts.
There, even under the eye of Albus Dumbledore Harry would be worshiped, something no one had done in Durmstrang as they did not recognize his standing. Most of Voldermorts deatheaters had children, all of which went to Hogwarts. A deatheater even taught there.
The night before Harry was due to return for his fifth year at school, his father called him to his throne.
"Dad, you called."
"Yes, I have business away from the manor tomorrow so I will not be seeing you off, instead Malfoy, I believe you know him from our meetings, will arrive here to escort you. He will show you the respect that you deserve, as will his son."
Harry nodded in a formal manor; he had never known that Lusius had a son, as the youngest Malfoy never came to deatheater meetings. "Thank you Dad, is there anything else you require of me tonight?"
"No, just remember what I told you about your power."
"I am not to use it in front of or on any one but the Slytherin's. I understand Dad."
"Good now go to bed."
Harry kissed his father on the cheek and did as he was told. In a way he feared his father even though he knew that he would never hurt him. The bond between them was unbreakably strong because of all the time they spent together, this time included Deatheater meetings where Harry would stand beside his father and, show his superiority.
Harry was awoken the following morning by his personal house elf who was apparently called Molly. "Master, you are to get dressed, the Malfoy's will be arriving shortly." The elf squeaked as Harry rubbed sleep from his eyes.
"Thank you, now leave me."
"Yes master."
Harry rolled out of his king sized four poster bed, with a painful thud. Looking around he noticed that the elf had lain out an out fit for him to wear to the train station which included black jeans that flared at the bottom, a grey button down shirt and muggle trainers.
Once he had showered and dressed he walked down the grand stair case into the entrance hall where a tall blond man stood with a shorter blonde boy that Harry could only assume was his son. They both bowed as he came towards them.
"The house elves have already given us your thing's are you ready to go My Lord." Lusius asked.
"Yes, yes, stop bowing, my father may enjoy it but it gets on my nerves. I am ready to go, can't put it off forever."
The car journey was a silent one, neither Malfoy wanting to enrage the heir of their Lord. However the silence was just what Harry wanted, he didn't like talking much, he supposed he got this from his mother's side.
His fellow Hogwarts students all looked at him curiously as he past with the Malfoy's at his side. Voldermort had decided for safety reasons that Harry, call himself Riddle as having Voldermort as a surname would attract unwanted attention.
Harry did not say farewell or thank you to Lusius; he just boarded the train and sat in an empty compartment. The youngest Malfoy did not attempt to follow him this he was thankful for he was in no mood to be worshiped.
It wasn't long however before his solitude was invaded by a red haired boy who looked about the same age and a bushy haired girl who was holding the other boy's hand.
"Can we sit in here, every where else is full?"
"Whatever." Harry replied coldly.
"I'm Ron by the way and this is Hermione." Harry looked at them in utmost loathing.
"It's polite to introduce yourself you know."
"Only if you want to be polite." Harry snapped in retaliation, the urge to tell them who he was just to scare him off increasing.
"You seem familiar, what's your name?"
"Harry Riddle."