Summary: AU. Harry Potter was taken away on the night of 31st October 1981 by his nemesis Lord Voldemort. What will be the consequences? How will his come back to the wizarding world look like? (mostly set in the year of GoF so beware ;) )
Author's note: This is my first attempt to write a fanfiction and also I am not an English native (as you can see / and I apologize for my english). So please be good to me :D
And now BIG thanks to my betas:
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Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own Harry Potter nor almost any of these characters, places and spells :( All the rights reserved to JK Rowling and her peers!
Chapter 1 – The Master's decision
And so the Young Master Harry, as the elves and portraits called him, grew up in the Slytherin Manor. The once Dark Lord brought up Harry Potter, treating him almost like the son he never had. He taught him every thing a young, pure-blood wizard should know, plus some now and then 'amusements', as the ghost used to call the sessions, which one could not call Light Arts at all.
And so the Young Master Harry, as the elves and portraits called him, grew up in the Slytherin Manor. The once Dark Lord brought up Harry Potter, treating him almost like the son he never had. He taught him every thing a young, wizard should know, plus some now and then 'amusements', as the ghost used to call the sessions, which one could not call Light Arts at all.The wand Harry used during his lessons belonged to the once highly acclaimed Slytherin heir – Ignatius Tregua. He was famous once for being the liaison throughout the war between werewolves and goblins in the XVth century. He himself was bitten by the werewolf during his mission and died by accident at the hands of his own son, Yago.
Harry heard that story many times from one of the portraits in the library, where he spent most of his time. Yago, learning his mistake and never forgiving himself for what he had done, made something of an altar in the memory of his early deceased father in his bedroom on the fifth floor. One of Ignatius' possessions that remained after his death was his wand, made for him by werewolves' leader – Ianus, a fine wand-crafter. It was 12 inch long, willow, with a string of werewolf hair as the core.
As strong as it was, it did not even match with Harry's magic. But for the time-being it had to suffice. As no one was supposed to know of Harry's existence, no guests or trips outside the manor were allowed.
Because of that fact, many days had Harry spent sitting at the hill, looking across the see at Azkaban Island, longing to go there one day – just for a moment, to take a peek at someone that was not a ghost, elf, nor portrait. One can only imagine how crestfallen he was when he was told by Voldemort that the Azkaban Island was a prison that was guarded by the most frightening creatures on earth – Dementors. He had read about them in one of his precious books. After seeing pictures of them and having read what they did, he dismissed the thought of ever going to that island. When he talked about it with Voldemort, the ghost simply smiled and then said enigmatically:
'One day my boy, one day…' and he floated away, murmuring to himself.
Sometimes Harry just thought that Voldemort was nuts. But he always reassured himself that it was just the ghost trait calling out.
From that day onward he yearned for his Master to say those three precious words: 'You are ready'. Ready to go into the wizarding world, as once Harry was promised – Voldemort told him that a day would come when Harry could go out of the Manor, into the world.
'But not now son, not now…' was the way he always ended the conversations.
A child grew up and became 'too soon', as Voldemort put it one day, a young man, shy of his fourteen birthday. On the night, when Harry was to reach that age the Dark Lord decided to have a talk with his protégé.
'Harry' he started, 'as you know you turn fourteen tonight, you've been living with me in this Manor for almost thirteen years now. I am afraid to say that you can no longer stay here with the old, dead Dark Lord.' he smiled sadly at that.
Harry wanted to interrupt but ceased to do it, as Voldemort put a finger to his mouth saying 'Shoo...'
'It was very hard a decision to make.' he continued, 'You understand that, don't you Harry?' the boy in question nodded quietly. 'No longer can you hide from the public eye. I assume that they proclaimed you dead, made you a nice little tombstone somewhere… Imagine their surprise when they see you,' Voldemort smiled mischievously.
'But you must be prepared my son. There are people who may not believe you or worse, those who may give up everything… to kill you.' Harry looked taken aback. 'Yes. Many of my old followers would love to take a revenge on you. But there is nothing to worry about. As long as you are my protégé no Death Eater will hurt you. I will take care of that…'
This pause gave Harry time to ask question, he was eager to ask: 'Were will I go then, Master?'
'Ah… a good question you ask son. You will continue your education in a highly acclaimed school of wizardry… Hogwarts!' Voldemort always had a flair for dramatics that Harry just adored. The name Hogwarts of course was familiar to the young man and peaked up his interest.
'You see, once I attended the school. It was an experience I will never forget.' His thoughts wandered, but Harry decided to stand quietly now. His Master taught him never to disrupt one's moment of meditation. 'A wizard should respect other wizard's privacy, Harry!' still ringed in his ears, those words that the ghost shrieked one evening when he so foolishly disturbed his moment of contemplation.
'Yes…' Voldemort uttered quietly 'You will like it there. It was like a home to me and it will be for you. I am sure you have read about the school in one of your dear books that you read all the time' he smiled almost proudly, but sarcastic at the same time – the truth was that he knew Harry had read almost all the books that were kept in the library. Some, after Voldemort's censoring, were taken away, but none of these books were named 'Hogwarts, A History'. The Dark Lord smiled to himself.
'Of course Master. I've read about the Hogwarts school last year, during my history period' Voldemort knew that Harry had a strange manner of reading books that were in the library – he invents a topic and reads everything that is in reference to it, in a specified period of time. One would say it's crazy but the Dark Lord knew better – it was Harry's way to organize his knowledge and… to entertain himself.
'Good, good… This is what you will do, my son…'
AN: What do you think of the next chapie? Please REVIEW! It really helps!
And to my very first reviewer:
Kamorie: BIG thanks! For being the first to be courageous enough, one of my characters will be named after you. Do you agree:) Oh and I will keep on writing Kamorie – I do need to do sth after HBP…
