Summary: AU. Harry Potter was taken away the night of 31st October, 1981 by his nemesis, Lord Voldemort. What will be the consequences? What will his return 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 Oh and this chapter will be Harry's POV

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Chapter 2 – To Billow and to Twinkle


I Apparated to the Hogsmeade village, as Voldemort had asked me to. The first thing I heard were voices – they were that of real people. The buzz encircled me with its novelty. I felt like when I was four, the day I discovered that I could do magic…

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A small child was eating, or at least trying to, in a room with such furnishings it led one to the assumption that it was a dining room: a long, wide table, for fifty people at least, which was surrounded by chairs with skillfully carved ornaments, and among other things - silver cutlery that was laid down for one only person.

The child seemed to dislike the room, as well as food placed before him. He spat out the pieces at the house-elf that tried to put them in his mouth.

'No, Toriek! No! No!' he shouted repeatedly. His moment of recklessness was quickly used by the elf to put more food in.

There was a reason why this small boy, Harry Potter at that, hated this dish. It was spinach mixed with chicken's liver. Lord Voldemort, along with the 'cruel' house-elves, insisted he eat it as it was 'nutritious'.

But he hated it with all his heart and desperately wanted to make it disappear.

And then it happened – the dish made a popping sound and vanished.

A house elf, Toriek, stared dumbfounded at the table, then at Harry. After a moment, the elf 'popped' and Disapparated, like the dish.

Harry was so pleased with himself that he didn't see when Toriek returned with another house-elf, Friki. They placed another spinach-liver dish in front of Harry and tried to force-feed him once more. Now, with the two house-elves, Harry couldn't fight with mere strength, so he did like last time. His thoughts were speeding around the words 'Make it disappear!' and… it did.

Friki Disapparated and after a couple of minutes, came back along with the new dish… and Lord Voldemort.

When Harry made the dish vanish once more, Voldemort smiled like the boy had never seen before. And there it was - the proud look in his Master's eyes and that smile produced the previously unknown, tingling sensation.

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The feeling I was enveloped in now was by no means the same, but it reminded me of the rare moments of pure happiness. Life with Lord Voldemort was not dreadful, but it was demanding and lonely.

I slowly opened my eyes… They there were: people, a milling crowd of such proportions that I felt as though my head was spinning. They were standing just outside a cozy looking pub, or what appeared to be a tavern of sorts.

But my Master told me not to pay attention to their prattling, and go straight to the Hogwarts Castle. His instructions were very clear: 'Do not stop anywhere, nor talk to anybody except to Dumbledore and any other teachers at Hogwarts.'

I always obey Master's strict orders, but today… Today the temptation was so fierce… 'Be strong Harry! Do as I told you!' I heard that little voice in my head many a time – it was Voldemort's. It's incredible what a drill can do to a young man – compliance with the orders of the voice in one's head is probably not a sign of sanity.

My Master told me where the road to the castle's grounds was. I walked slowly to take in the magnificent view that awaited me on my way to the gates. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! Lord Voldemort told me that I was going to adore it, but he did not prepare me for such a breathtaking sight.

I must have stood there for a couple of minutes, for I did not see the man coming straight at me. Nor did he see me, I presume, as he was holding a book that he appeared very engrossed in. We would have collided if it had not been for my dexterity.

He looked up, finally noticing me. It was hard to read his expression as different emotions were appearing one after another on his face. The last was of annoyed indifference, if one can manage to express that.

'Merlin's beard! Watch were you are going, you dimwitted kid!' the man snapped after regaining his composure.

These were the first words I'd ever heard from a living wizard. Enthralled to meet him, I didn't even realize the wizard was being rude to me. I stared at him for a moment: he was about forty years old, tall with black, oily hair and onyx, abyss-like eyes. His posture gave away that he was a proud man, and his choice of color in his robes… Well – black was my color too, but this man had crossed the line! My first encounter with a wizard was not looking to be successful.

'I am looking for Professor Albus Dumblebore. Do you know where can I find him?' I politely asked before the man stalked away.

'What trivial business do you have with the headmaster?' the 'Black' man sneered.

'I am here to see him me about my attendance to Hogwarts,' I replied simply, assuredly.

'Hmm… And what's your name?' the wizard asked, not bothering to hide his suspicion.

'I cannot tell you. The first person to hear my story will be Albus Dumbledore,' I stated firmly, just as my Master told me to: 'Your mind will not be changed by means of threat or violence. You are my protégé and therefore you should not feel intimidated by the others'.

The 'Black' wizard regarded me with narrow eyes. 'Well, I could take you to the headmaster's office and we will see if he has a time for a mundane person such as yourself, Mr. Secrecy!' he proffered finally.

'Oh not to worry, sir. I assure you, he will be most anxious to see me and hear what I have to say.' I smiled mysteriously.

The wizard turned his back on me, his robes billowing in a manner I have never seen before. When Lord Voldemort tried that it definitely did not have the same effect, but maybe because he is a ghost…

I followed the one whose name I still didn't know, and after long minutes, during which I tried not to look at anything but the man's robes, we stopped outside two strange looking statues, gargoyles. The man murmured something to them, a password probably, and they opened, revealing stairs. He pushed me upstairs, and together we came into the room, which I assumed was the headmaster's office. There were some bizarre devices in every corner of the room – I couldn't even guess what were they for. On the walls one could see portraits – all of them were sleeping, unfortunately. One day I would get here to talk to them. One day…

At the desk sat an old man, whom appeared ignorant to our arrival, though there was a hint of recognition in his eyes. The 'Black' persona cleared his throat and, after a rather exaggerated jump, the old man looked straight at him.

'What has brought you here, Severus?' the headmaster asked with a twinkle in his magnetic blue eyes. 'Severus', my mind thought idly. 'Yes, it does seem to fit...'

'Albus, I brought this boy who urgently wanted to see you. He is not eager to reveal his name to me and claims that what he has to say will interest you,' Severus said, pointing his hand at my figure, his voice belaying distrust. I bowed a little.

'I am glad to finally meet you, Headmaster Dumbledore. My Master admires your… powers,' I stated calmly, but smiled a little.

'Master?' both Dumbledore and Severus inquired.

'Yes. My Master said that you would be most attentive to my story.' I then looked pointedly at Severus 'But preferred for me to speak with you privately.'

Albus Dumbledore, not surprised by my words, told Severus to go; after a moment of hesitation, the 'Black' wizard walked out emanating with anger shooting me a final look of contempt. His robes billowed once more and I watched - apparently a moment of twelve too long - at their enchanting grace.

'Severus has always had a knack for intimidating people with his entrances and departures.' The blue eyes twinkled again.

He then looked straight into my eyes and I felt it – the prickling in my mind. Just as my Master told me: 'The old man will try to use Legillimency on you for sure.' I put up all the defenses I had – it was not strong, but enough for the headmaster to give up. He felt my barriers and knew I had acknowledged his attempted intrusion into my mind.

No longer was there a twinkle in his eyes – now it turned into curiosity. Curiosity which now I decided to satisfy.

'My name is Harry Potter, sir.'


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