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A/N – DarkBlade the Damned: I'm going to reveal Harry's parselmouth ability in this chapter. About the snake idea, I have not decided yet. Almost every fic I've read has Harry having snakes.
Morgan: Harry is willing to trust Voldemort as he is quite blinded by hate and also because Voldemort is willing to take him under his wing, giving him a chance to prove himself.
Vindex: Harry did not dwelve into too advanced stuff. Besides, no one ever questioned how Hermione Granger reads and understands stuff that's way beyond others her age.
Quillian: I usean online translator. There are just too many. I'll try to give you mine, maybe email it.Cant put down the address here. Whole thing goes haywire. The wonders of translators. Whatever would I do without them?
Thanks to everyone else who have reviewed :)
I've just read through The Attack and was stunned. So many spelling errors! My English teacher would never believe its written by me. I've decided to manually check every future chapter for mistakes.
This chapter will have 2 parts. We will see more of Harry and Voldemort and less of the Turkey Order :P There will be quite a few jumps in years.
"(…)" denotes Parseltongue
I want to clear up something. None of the Death Eaters knew that Voldemort had taken Harry back. Neither of them had even see Harry when Voldemort struck him with the Killing Curse.
Chapter 3: Growing Up Part 1
"Crucio", came a cold voice Harry never heard.
He was still in La-La Land when he body suddenly felt like it was being thrown into a boiling hot cauldron of oil. He screamed out loud in pain, rolling of his bed onto the floor.
When the curse was lifted, Harry snapped open his eyes to see two cold red slits staring back at him.
"Are you trying to test my patience? Skippy tells me you would not awaken despite her attempts", said Voldemort, in obvious anger.
'Stupid house-elf. Would not hurt her to try a little harder', thought Harry.
"This will never happen again. You will learn punctuality. Even if I have to teach you the hard way."
"You may be my heir, but do not think for one moment that I will delay an important meeting just so you can have your beauty sleep."
"Got it, Tom.", Harry replied dully.
"Now go get yourself washed up. I want you out in ten minutes.".
With that, the Dark Lord strode out of his chambers. (Did I ever mentioned that the chambers had a bathroom?)
When Harry finally walked out, face looking more energized and alive (though his raven hair was still as messy as before), the Dark Lord was waiting outside the bathroom, sitting on a chair and (Harry's eyes nearly popped out of his socket) seemingly conversing with a 9 foot long snake!
What was more surprising was the fact Harry could understand what they were conversing about.
"(I sense a lot of potential in the boyyy), the snake was hissing.
"(I knew that, Nagini)"
"(Uh, Tom. Why is it that you can talk to snakes?), asked Harry, not knowing he too was speaking, uh I mean hissing, in Parseltongue.
To say Voldemort was surprised would be an understatement. He stared at him liked Harry had grown an extra head.
'I had thought only descendents of Slytherin are born with the gift of being a Parselmouth. I will have to look into this. He would probably be easier to influence to the Dark. Yes, he will.', thought Voldemort as he smiled wickedly.
"It would seem that you, Harry have been born with the noble gift of Parseltongue. The ability to converse with snakes. I want you to meet Nagini", said the Dark Lord, pointing at the snake.
Nagini had beautiful black diamond-shaped scales of such a deep shade they seemed to glow in an ethereal sort of way.
"(Hi, you are very beautiful.)"
"(Thank youuu, ssnake sspeakerrr.)"
The Dark Lord turned and picked up a vial of blueish-green potion.
"Drink this. It will dull the color of your eyes. As long as you remember what I said about shadowing your emotions, no one should recognize you", handing Harry the potion.
Harry vaguely recognized it as a strong Eye-Color Dulling Potion that he had read about in one of the potions manuals in the past. He took the potion and downed it in one gulp.
The potion has a lathery consistency and made him nauseous. Harry saw the Dark Lord stare at him, then wave his wand at his hair.
Skippy, who had just arrived with a 'pop', handed him a mirror.
His hair was now spiky, though in a messy sort of way. His gleaming emerald eyes were now a dull, pale green.
"Good. Before we leave… Crucio"
Harry was so shocked he barely registered the Cruciatus Curse. He only managed to duck at the last minute, the deep red beam flying overhead, struck the wall and promptly scorching it.
"Too slow. You are lucky to have avoided the curse. I want to see improvement in future."
"Now come with me."
The Meeting Hall of the Lair was a dark cavernous stone chamber, with blazing torches lighting up the area.
Currently, the Dark Lord was seated on his throne, with Harry (in the black robes given by Voldemort) standing by his side, awaiting the arrival of his Inner Circle.
The Inner Circle was the most trusted and loyal of the Death-Eaters. Comprised of some of the most elite and fanatical of the Dark Lord's followers. The cream of his crop, they are the ones who usually lead the battles when he himself did not participate.
Loyalty towards Voldemort was outmost. The Dark Lord made sure of this. Every member of the Inner Circle had to undergo weekly tests under Veritaserum to ensure their fealty. This made infiltration into the Inner Circle by a spy from the Light impossible.
A series of 'whooshes' signified their arrival.
Harry watched the sudden materialization of twenty to thirty wizards. Each one of them was clad in black robes similar to his (though without the symbol of the serpent in the front), and gleaming white masks which shone under the light from the torches.
Marcus Mulciber looked up at the Dark Lord. They had been informed of a meeting just yesterday. However, unlike other meetings, today they saw a different sight.
Standing besides Voldemort was a young boy, with spiky though albeit messy black hair. Cold pale green eyes stared back at them, glittering like pieces of ice. The boy had an unreadable expression schooled onto his face.
He had no time to think further. The Dark Lord had risen to address them.
"Welcome, my faithful. I must first commend your excellent performance during the attack, though as you can see, one of us, Nott, is no longer here with us. We will avenge him."
"You will all be rewarded. That you need not worry about, for Lord Voldemort always rewards those who helps him."
"Now, I'm going to reveal a secret to you, my most trusted. Standing right beside me is my heir. He has been raised in the deepest chambers of the Lair. Now, however, he is old enough to be taught, which is one of the purposes of this meeting."
"You will all address him as the Young Master, or Harry, if he grants you permission."
"My Lord, who among us will be granted the noble task of teaching the young Lord?", came the drawl of Lucius Malfoy.
Harry's eyes narrowed. He always hated bootlickers. They reminded him unpleasantly of Keith taking away everyone's attention when he was young.
"I have already decided. Rudolphus, are you willing to take young Harry here under your wing?"
The tall, well-built man answered in a calm voice, "Of course, My Lord, it would be a pleasure."
'At least this man would not be so bad', thought Harry.
"You will teach Harry here all the basics and intermediates of the Dark Arts, save for the Unforgiveables. That I will teach him when I personally tutor him in the more advanced aspects of magic."
Voldemort now turned to Harry.
"I will bring you to get a wand later. Your tutor for now will be Rudolphus Lestrange."
"Do you have any objections?", said Voldemort in a way that obviously meant Harry should not be having any.
"He will be fine."
"Your lessons will start tomorrow morning. You better not be late, or else…", the Dark Lord did not have to finish the statement.
"Now on to other subjects………"
Harry, uninterested, promptly tuned out the conversations.
The Dark Lord sat in his throne, awaiting the arrival of one Severus Snape. The Inner Circle meeting was over an hour ago. He had dismissed Harry, telling him remain in his chambers.
The Dark Lord wanted to personally go with Harry to get his wand.
Voldemort was roused from his thoughts as his potions master appeared with a 'pop'.
Severus Snape could be considered more valuable to him than most Death-Eaters due to his expertise in potions and his position in Hogwarts. However, the Dark Lord was wary of him.
The Dark Lord was not sure where Snape's true loyalties lie. Despite his value, one sign of treason, potions master or not, Riddle would have Severus Snape tortured to the point he would beg for death.
Voldemort could properly see the face of Snape, under the blazing light of the Hall. Severus's face was expressionless as always, though his eyes betrayed his fear.
"Severus. What is the state of the Order now."
"My Lord, the Order have been devastated by the attack and the resultant destruction. They are also grieving the loss of the Potter's eldest son."
Tom smirked mentally at this statement,
"What about their future plans."
"I do not know, My Lord"
Red slits narrowing in an instant, Voldemort spoke coldly, "You do not know? Severus, you disappoint me greatly. Tell me why I should not end your miserable life now?"
This time, Snape's fear was apparent. "Forgive me Master! I will do better in.."
"Crucio", cutting Snape off.
Snape's screams of agony resonated around the whole Hall.
"I do not forgive or forget. You should know this by now. I want to hear better from you in future, Severus.
Now leave before I change my mind."
The next day, Duelling Chambers
Harry tentatively stepped into one of the many Duelling Chambers in the Lair. It was large and there was a large silver and green cushioning mat in the center. His tutor was already waiting there for him.
Rudolphus Lestrange was a strong, muscular man. Tall too, standing at 6'2. He had slightly long black hair, though his most notable features were his almond shaped ice cold blue eyes that seemed devoid of any feelings and emotions.
"You are finally here, my Young Master", he spoke in his usual calm drawl.
"Call me Harry."
"Okay, Harry. As you know since yesterday, I am Rudolphus Lestrange, one of the Dark Lord's most loyal and trusted followers. Also one of the most competent too, I might confidently add.
I am here to teach you magic. Various aspects of it. Though we will focus mainly on a specific but wide branch- The Dark Arts.
People like the muggle-loving fool Dumbledore and his half-witted Order frown upon this aspect of the magic. Others like the incompetent fools that call themselves the Ministry of Magic fear it.
They do not understand that there is no Light or Dark Magic. There is only power and those too weak to seek it.
Since today is your first lesson, we will not really dwell into it. I assume you have your wand."
Harry certainly did. Tom had personally brought him to Bulgaria to seek out a wand-maker, Dmitri Gregorovitch. (the guy who crafted Viktor Krum's wand in GoF)
Harry had went through many wands, none compatible with him. Voldemort (under a glamour charm obviously) was starting to get annoyed.
He eventually found one though. It was 12 inches, made of Yew with two feathers from a phoenix (not Fawkes) as a core. The wand was pure black in color and Harry had felt a rush of energy flowing through him the moment he held it.
Harry drew it from the wand holster that they had bought along with the wand, and turned his attention back towards Rudolphus, who had started speaking again………………
(I will not be writing the rest of the lesson. I simply do not know what one would learn during his first magical lesson, more specifically Dark Arts lesson. Sorry for this. But I promise I will show one lesson at least.)
One Year Later
Keith watched in worry at his parents. Who sat in the living room, eyes looking glazed with a solemn expression on their faces. They did not know of his presence though.
His parents had been like that every time the two of them were alone ever since the day Harry had supposedly died. They never really got over Harry's death and the guilt that came as a result of being an indirect cause to his loss of life.
Though it was never confirmed, since Harry's body was never found, everyone had given up hope of a five-year old boy surviving the attack.
However, their current behavior was nothing compared to that during the month of Harry's birthday. Lily and James practically locked themselves in their room all day, all month. Coming out only occasionally, with red eyes, or looking extremely depressed, in James' case.
They also never got over the fact that they had always forgotten or neglected Harry's birthday.
His parents still loved and cared for him as they did before, looking as cheerful as always when they came to play with him or read to him, though Keith could see the underlying hurt in their eyes.
Keith himself also missed Harry dearly, and would give up all his toys just to have him back.
He always held the tiny hope that Harry would one day come back to them, and they would be a happy family again…
Our dear Harry though, is neither dead nor is a homeless child wandering the streets. He is currently in one of the most magically defended areas in the world, learning the magical arts.
"Ah, Harry. You are here", said his mentor Rudolphus.
Rudolphus had warmed up to him considerably over the past year. Which seemed a feat considering his usual attitude. However, he was still as strict and stern as before.
"Today, Harry, I will be teaching some more advanced shields, since you seemed to have mastered Protego already.
The first one is the Wall of Gold spell. It would conjure up a solid wall of gold to protect the caster from attacks. It is especially useful against against physical or solid attacks. This shield is not too useful in repelling hexes and curses, but does extremely well against physical projectiles. Another disadvantage though, is the long incantation.
This incantation is Scutatus Aureus Crassus, and this is the wand movement. I want you to try it now.
Harry gave a flick of his wand, muttering said incantation.
A huge wall of gold sprang up in front of him, shining brightly under the light.
"Now we will see its resistance."
Rudolphus gave a wave of his wand, and a huge thick long silver spike, full of barbs and looking menacing, hurtled towards the shield, colliding with it with a resounding "CLANG".
The shield though, was only dented slightly in the center.
"Next up is a nifty shield that absorbs a curse and makes it rebound behind the attacker so that he has less time to avoid his own spell. It is useless against physical objects though.
Incantation is Retrorsum Contego. This is the wand movement. Try it now."
Harry did as told, and a glowing white shield of energy appeared in front of him, pulsing in an odd sort of way.
"That shield will absorb all intermediate and basic spells, and also some of the darker and more advanced ones. However, the more powerful curses, especially the Unforgiveables will cut straight through it with ease. So remember."
They went through a few more shields and shield spells before the lesson concluded.
Harry then went back to his chamber, exhausted after expending his magical energy required to hold up the shields.
5 Years Later
An eleven-year old Harry stared at his reflection in the mirror. He had grown a lot over the years.
Needless to say, Harry looked completely different from the small jaded little child Voldemort had brought back 6 years ago.
He still had messy, though now also spiky black hair that went past his eye level. Freezing emerald green eyes stared back at him. There was also a faint outline of a lightning bolt shaped scar that he did not know where it appeared from (Voldemort never told him).
Harry was lucky to have avoided the curse of most Potters. Shortsightedness. His eyes were thankfully, still as sharp as an eagle's.
Harry also supposed he was slightly taller than an average eleven-year old.
His tutelage under Rudolphus had ended a year ago.
Since then, he had trained under the Dark Lord himself. His knowledge of curses grew by the day. Not only due to his 'education', but also his reading.
Every night without fail, Harry would summon various tomes and manuals to read. Legilimency, Occlumency, Ancient Curses, Pain Curses, Restraining Curses, among a whole lot of others, made up his reading materials.
The very first thing the Dark Lord had taught him was the Unforgiveables. They had started with the Imperius Curse, before going on to Avada Kedavra, and lastly the Cruciatus Curse.
Which Harry had found most difficult to learn due to the need to have a real desire to hurt someone.
Flashback
After explaining the workings of the curse to Harry, the Dark Lord took out a jar containing a tarantula from under his desk in his chambers. Carefully retrieving the spider, he turned to Harry.
"Cast the curse."
Harry turned to the spider that was now crawling along the edge of the desk.
"Crucio".
The spider had writhed and thrashed around, in obvious agony. Harry, watching in fascinated horror, never noticed how long he had kept the curse on the spider. With a few final spasms, the spider suddenly went completely still.
"You should when to stop, not that I'm complaining", said Voldemort while looking decidedly amused.
"Now lets see you try it on a real human.
I have specially had a prisoner brought here for this purpose", said Voldemort while smiling maliciously.
A click of his fingers later, Skippy appeared, this time with a trembling man.
Harry's frown turned into a similar malicious looking grin when he saw who the prisoner was.
Wormtail.
He first knew of the bloody idiot's betrayal when Harry was introduced to the rest of the Death-Eaters as the Dark Lord's heir 3 months ago. (He now wore a black cloak with a hood that was charmed to show nothing but an extremely eerie looking endless black void instead of his face.)
After seeing Wormtail, he put two and two together and realized that Wormtail had not only turned traitor, but was probably also responsible for the attack 6 years ago.
Despite hating the Light and being on the same side as Pettigrew, Harry hatred traitorous bastards like Wormtail.
Therefore it pleased him so that Wormtail was thrown into the cells and tortured after attempting to run like a slimy bastard back to the Light. He apparently could not take the punishments Voldemort gave to Death-Eaters who failed in their missions. (A LOT, in Wormtail's case)
"You can begin."
"N-no, Master! Master, please! I crave your forgiveness…"
"Crucio."
Harry took great pleasure in seeing the idiot scream and thrashed around in agony. After casting the curse on and off for nearly half an hour, the Dark Lord said to him.
"Finish off the useless fool."
"Avada Kedavra", muttered Harry, glad at ridding the world of a double-crossing bastard of a useless idiot. (Such a long cuss for Wormsy…)
End Flashback
A few months later
Harry was lying on his bed thinking about his first mission.
Voldemort had decided it was high time Harry took part in a Death-Eater attack.
Their target was the manor of the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Bones.
The Dark Lord had instructed Harry to wear standard Death-Eater garb, though with a black mask instead of a white one so as not too draw too much attention towards him. It was after all, his first mission.
The Inner Circle was under strict commands to let Harry fight his own battles, though they must make sure Harry survives at all costs. Or the Dark Lord will "have their heads on a silver platter".
Flashback
When Harry and the Inner Circle apparated onto the scene (Harry was already taught Apparation during his stint with Lestrange), Death-Eaters had already swarmed the manor, surrounding the complex.
However, it turned out that the Ministry Aurors had anticipated such an attack, and had laid an ambush squad, with more reinforcements coming in.
"Spread out.", commanded Malfoy, whom the Dark Lord had put in charge of the operation.
Harry saw a clump of Aurors ducking behind a stone wall for cover.
He turned towards them and aimed.
"Lupatus Subterraneus", he intoned, while swishing his wand upwards.
A series of black jagged spikes burst from the ground beneath the Aurors, impaling and killing them instantly. Harry watched in satisfaction as they gave a last few gasps of breath, before their mutilated bodies fell to the ground.
Other Aurors who had witnessed the brutal murders now started throwing spells at him.
Harry had to duck when he saw a few golden-colored Banishing Charms hurtling towards him.
"Fragoris"
A Bone-Snapping Curse missed Harry by inches.
Harry turned to the Auror who had nearly hit him and casted a dark curse which caused the opponents blood to freeze and congeal internally.
"Cruor Concrescere."
The Auror, not expecting such a lethal curse, put up a minor Protego shield. The curse sped through it as though it was not there at all. It wasn't long before he started the scream and gasp for air as his blood solidified into a single lump of mass inside his body.
Harry started to walk towards the manor where he knew Amelia Bones and other officials were hiding. Several Aurors noticed his advance and turned towards him.
"Avada Kedavra"
"Viscus Moriturus"
"Cerebrum Defluxum"
"Perflo"
Our favourite young Lord had to roll behind a tree to avoid those curses. These aurors had probably been told to ensure no Death-Eater enters the manor, seeing as how they were not playing anymore.
They were hurling very powerful or dark curses back at him.
Harry located where a group of them were huddled and muttered, "Corporeus Depascor."
Some of them had the sense to apparate away, as a huge gray, semitransparent cloud sped towards them. Those caught in the cloud started to shriek in pain as the Flesh-Eating Curse hung around them, consuming every part of their body like a pack of piranhas.
Soon all that remains is their bare skeletons.
Harry turned towards an Auror who had escaped his previous curse and was standing in front of the manor doors.
He flicked his wand, transfiguring the fallen tree (which had protected him from the Aurors' onslaught, the poor tree) into a large wooden battering ram with an extremely pointed end and banishing it towards the direction of the attacker.
Harry's actions had served 2 purposes. One, it had impaled his nearly ripped the unfortunate Auror's body into two. Two, it had continued on its trajectory and blew the manor doors from its hinges.
Harry swore when he saw a curse fly at him from inside of the manor. 'So they have bloody cowards hiding inside the manor too.'
"Retrorsum Contego."
The glowing circle of energy absorbed the curse and promptly spat it out behind the caster who is currently watching in glee.
His look of glee though, turned into a surprised yelp before a look of pain as every single piece of bone in his body was grinded into dust.
Our wee Potter lad had to suppress a loud sigh at the man's stupidity.
He had to frown though, when he spotted a two young girls, one of them probably his age and the other about 4-5 years old, peering outside the wooden shed they are hiding in, looks of terror on their faces.
Harry always believed in sparing the innocent. Especially children. They after all, played no part in the war, and thus he usually did not attack them, unless there was a reason.
He would only torture and kill all those whom he thinks deserve it. Oh, that includes just about every single person FIGHTING for the Light. If they remained neutral, Harry did not see why they should be harmed.
However, he was quite sure most death-Eaters did not share the same idea. Some like Rudolphus, his brother Rabastan and Romulus Lupin, had honor and rarely touched innocents. Majority though, killed, tortured and raped almost anyone they could get their grubby hands on.
He flicked his wand in their direction.
Light from all directions pooled around them in a huge globe. The spell temporarily put them into a quiet slumber, and protected them from most basic spells.
The Death-Eaters however, weren't about to waste time cursing 'little children'.
"My Young Lord, we have to leave now. The Auror's have got large numbers of reinforcements apparating in as we speak.
We can barely hold them back. This mission is aborted", Lucius informed him.
Deciding to give a parting touch, Harry turned towards the manor with its huge doors wide open, muttered a short string of incantations, watching as a huge bright org started to form at the tip of his wand.
The sent the pulsing orb flying into the manor before turning and apparating away.
The orb had exploded inside the manor, from it emanating waves after waves of searing superheated energy. Those few with quick reactions had managed to apparate away in time.
Others, including Mdm Bones herself, had done the next best thing, conjuring a globe of frosty ice which surrounded them, offering some protection.
They had mainly suffered third to first degree burns. Those who did nothing were vaporized there and then.
End Flashback
The Dark Lord was not too happy, though he let them off unpunished due to the amount of havoc and casualties they had inflicted.
Harry also had to prepare himself for the fact that his existence as the Dark Lord's heir (not his true identity) was probably revealed to all, if they didn't already know (remember Snape and the Order). The Light wizards would probably be targeting him.
'Let them try. Like they can even manage to touch me, the incompetent idiots.", he scoffed mentally.
He decided to lull himself to sleep by reminiscing some of the shocked look of the Death-Eaters when he had apparated onto the scene. They were surprised that their young Lord was able to apparate.
Rudolphus, who taught him Apparation had said something during the lesson, and Harry quote. "What do you mean, children cannot apparate? Only the foolish, which includes the whole Ministry think that.
It has nothing to do with magical power. Just sheer willpower to 'will' yourself to the desired place. Any half-assed idiot can do that, much less a smart child like you."
That was in response to Harry's doubt of his ability to start learning Apparation at his age.
Harry though, has now fallen fast asleep. (We wish though, that he would not need another Cruciatus to wake him up…)
Whew! This chapter was indeed long. REVIEW PLEASE!
All reviews are greatly welcomed.
I hope the last part more or less solves your question about Harry's being able to apparate.
How does Harry know so much harmful spells?
A: That's mostly what he spends his years in the Lair learning? Does one expect him to learn tickling charms? And he reads a lot too.
Once again, REVIEW! (s) are greatly appreciated.
Also, Harry is not a completely merciless git who kills for fun. (okay almost)
He does have a heart. I also introduced Remus's younger brother as a DE. I plan to expand a little on him in future.
Hope you guys don't mind my extermination of a worthless git AKA Wormtail. Just really hate the guy.
Next chapter we see: An attack during the Quidditch World Cup when Harry is fourteen, in which Harry meets up with everyone's favourite old coot, though, not in a nice manner :P And more lessons by Voldemort in Part Two of Growing Up.
