Heir of Slytherin

Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter books and I try to be original in my fiction. This isn't original I think because there are some fics out there that also have some voldemortish tendencies within Harry or have Voldemort as some side character. I hope you all like it and I hope to get a lot of reviews on this story. No offence to people who think my work sucks because frankly I don't think that it sucks. Whatever you say in your flames I won't be affected. And I also want to apologise for forgetting to update some of my stories for a while.

So please forgive me for that and I'm happy if you forgive me. If you don't forgive me then I will get out another chapter for Dark lord as soon as possible.

Childhood
Voldemort was running from the boy's fat muggle cousin. No he was running from his cousin because he had taken the child's body. The beatings had increased if he did something wrong. He had come to accept that Dumbledore was a stupid moron when it comes to protecting the saviour of the wizarding world. He didn't even know about the abuse he had to endure. First when he was four he was forced to cook for the rest of the family and was punished if he did something wrong. The fat thing that was Dudley Dursley demanded more food then the normal adult wizard could eat. The mystery how the fat kid survived was immediately solved as his father was just as fat but meaner to Harry then Dudley.

Vernon Dursley was a fat man and had enveloped a liking for whipping Harry as he took out his anger on the small child. Harry wasn't even allowed to go out because the neighbours culd see the disgrace that had lived in their house for three years. When he had accidentally burned the bacon his aunt had grabbed his head and forced it against the hot frying pan and Voldemort felt his skin beginning to burn. Voldemort just saved his anger for the moment he could get his own wand back again. He didn't grab I and he supposed that it was somewhere hidden by Dumbledore. The wand of the Dark lord was still intact because a faint trace could still be felt by its original owner.

With a tired groan Voldemort pushed himself up from his cupboard again and once again he swore bloody vengeance against the muggles. How dare they treat him like this. They treated him like a servant and not like someone of the family. He could do wandless magic but that would be too draining as it would exhaust him if he tried to do an Unforgivable. And Dumbledore must have placed some wards to detect wandless magic.

When he was eight he finally managed to get away from his cousin and then he started cursing their hides so badly that several people looked at him with wide eyes. Voldemort just cursed under his breath for a while and he was bowed to by several wizards. He saw one holding a copy of the Daily Prophet and e snatched it out of the man's hands and immediately scanned it for any news about Dumbledore. Apparently he had just become the head of the Wizengamot and had immediately changed some laws that gave the power of the wizarding world over to him Fudge had just been elected to become Minister for magic andVoldemort groaned as he remembered that Dumbledore could cause a lot of problems. He gave the paper back to the wizard who just smiled and said:

"Did you see anything that you liked young Mister Potter?"

Voldemort nodded and saw that the man had red hair and stunk of gin and rum. He shrugged and then said:

"No mister. Who are you? I just checked the paper to check if there was something interesting in it. Why were those pictures moving?"

Mundungus Fletcher looked at he small kid he had been assigned to protect on Dumbledore's orders. He sighed and got out his wand and whispered:

"Obliviate"

Voldemort was strong enough to resist the memory modification spell and then looked at him said:

"Thanks Sir for your kindness."

Mundungus had given Harry some pounds to go and buy himself some sweets. Voldemort grinned as he had resisted the man's spell and had heard the instructions about not remembering any of the paper and having gotten some pounds to go out and buy some sweets. Mundungus had been a generous old man who Harry had helped with some groceries and in return he had gotten some money for his kindness.

Voldemort walked to a candy store and selected some sweets which looked to be nice. He also bought a small bag of chocolate chip cookies because they reminded him of his mother who used to bake him some chocolate cookies if she was well enough. Voldemort relished in the taste of chocolate and marvelled at the sweets before his hatred of muggles came back again and he immediately set off to Privet Drive No. 4. when he arrived there he had immediately hidden his sweets and then had started working on dinner or else he would have been beaten again.

Then it was his eleventh birthday and a letter in green ink came through the mailbox. He immediately tore it open and looked at the parchment. The normal Hogwarts letter was addressed to him and immediately he put it back into the letter and sealed it again with some wandless magic. Then he heard Dudley shriek:

"Dad Harry has got something."

Then the fat whale entered and the letter was tripped from Voldemort's hands and then Vernon took it into the kitchen and showed it to Petunia. What followed next was one of the most painful beatings Voldemort had ever received. the letters kept on coming and Vernon finally had enough and took them out on a trip to get away from the letters. They finally got to a small hovel on a rock.

Then the door was knocked into shambles as a giant of a man entered and immediately silenced Vernon who had gotten a gun and waved it at the man. Voldemort just watched the proceedings and he was handed a letter after making some small talk with Hagrid. Hagrid told about his parents and Harry told the man that they had died in a car crash. Then Hagrid shouted at Vernon who just shrank back. Then Hagrid explained about Harry being a wizard. And he told him about the Dark Lord Voldemort whose name came out of the man's lips after much encouraging from Voldemort.

Hagrid got Harry out of the shed and then they got to the Leaky Cauldron. When Voldemort entered the murmurs ceased as he was recognised by the barkeep. He was then forced to go and accept any hand that was stuck his way. If Dedalus Diggle came one time to shake his hand again Voldemort would immediately cast Crucio on him even without a wand. The guy was annoying him to no end.

A shaky man came forward and Hagrid introduced him as Quentin Quirrel the Defence against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts. Voldemort felt a small sense of recognition go through him and he shook the man's hand. Then the professor's eyes went wide and he grasped his left arm. Immediately Voldemort knew what the professor truly was. A man who had joined him twelve years ago after having fought against a few vampires. Harry just smiled at the man and thanked him for the opportunity to meet him. Then Hagrid took him into Diagon Alley to shop for items needed for school.

Voldemort stared in awe at the shops and thankfully hadremembered that he should look awed enough to be in his first time on Diagon alley. He had schooled his features immediately before the portal opened.

Voldemort and Hagrid wandered through the streets and the half-giant looked at several shops which had dragon parts for sale. Voldemort looked at several kinds of deadly snakes and then found a few that were interesting but he didn't find that their intelligence was outstanding. They were talking about food and not about ways to escape. When Voldemort had regained his coolness Hagrid had dragged him towards Gringotts where he was led inside and immediately appointed a Goblin.

Voldemort suppressed a shiver as he saw the filthy creatures and with great disdain he let himself be shown to the vault of the kid whose body he inhabited permanently. He wouldn't try to regain his old body as it would still make him around seventy. This body was perfect because it had the youth needed to cast the Dark Arts. And it was a plus that it didn't have all the strange defects like his old body had.

Voldemort watched as the small vault came into sight and he groaned. The Potters were one of the richest families in the wizarding world and this is his vault? This was Dumbledore's meddling. The man wanted him to be kept on a short leash so he could be controlled. The small amount of money in this vault was just enough to take care of his school needs.

Voldemort grabbed a sizeable amount of money for his books and stuff and decided that he would have to procure his original wand again.

Then they went for his wand and Voldemort wasn't surprised to see the old fossil still was tending to the wands that were in his hop. He was immediately greeted by Ollivander who told him something about Lily and James Potter's wands. Damn that man was annoying. He had to test some wands and finally one stood out. A holly with an 11 ½ inch handle with a phoenix feather core.

Voldemort groaned as it was told to him that its brother had given Harry Potter the scar on his forehead. Voldemort reminded himself that he was now in Harry's body so he would have to refer to the scar as His scar.

Then they went for robes and Voldemort got a taste of the Malfoy heir. The brat had the gall to go and take a snobbish tone. If Voldemort got his hands on Lucius he would strangle the man first and then get him to teach the brat some manners in whatever way possible.

Draco drawled on and on about how mudbloods shouldn't be allowed to go to Hogwarts and how Slytherin was superior to any other house. Voldemort cut into his rant with a cold voice:

"Draco why do you continue to talk about those worthless mudbloods? You could be exposed as a mudblood hater any moment. If that happens you have the general public against your family and I can only imagine how Lucius would react to that. Probably whip you into unconsciousness and then whip you some more."

Narcissa Malfoy chose that moment to enter the robe shop and she heard the last part of the interruption of Draco's speech and immediately said:

"Who are you to tell my son not to talk about those filthy mudbloods."

Voldemoert turned to her and said:

"Ahh Narcissa Black initiated in 1975. I remember you. You were such a good Runes expert. It was sad that you were already engaged to Lucius or I would have asked you to marry me together with Bella."

Voldemort's eyes turned from Avada Kedavra green to a bloodred. He looked at Narcissa and said:

"Tell the rest of the Inner Circle that their master is regaining strength."

Then Voldemort picked up his robes which had been measured by Madame Malkin and left behind a shaking Narcissa who squeaked as her son touched her to get her attention. The blood had drained from her face as shye had looked into those red merciless eyes.

Voldemort laughed as he had stared at Narcissa's face as it had drained of all blood. He heard her squeak as her son had apparently touched her. There was no doubt that Narcissa would call the Inner Circle and tell them of their master's message. He had made an illusion around himself with wandless magic so that it looked like he had been a child in body and thus it would have made sense that Voldemort was in a store getting fitted for clothing. Narcissa would think that he had gone into hiding somewhere and would alert the Inner Circle to be on call until their Master returned.

Voldemort ate an ice-cream offered by the half-giant and said man handed him a white owl.

Voldemort was never the one to look a gift horse or in this case owl in the mouth and accepted it and they went back to Privet Drive a few hours after that after they had gathered all of their stuff. Hagrid had picked up some mysterious package and Voldemort began to have a sneaking suspicion as to what it contained. Nicolas Flamel had been mentioned as he had asked and that made him think about the philosophers stone.

Voldemort was deposited at Privet Drive and he stared with loathing at the muggles who were to take care of him. Dumbledore would pay later when he had been sorted into Slytherin. There was no doubt about it because he had been a Slytherin in his previous body and would be one now. Immediately he started planning on how to regain his troops and make them fit for battle again.

The Era of Darkness would start when his mark burned the air once again. The first thing he had to do wasw get sorted into Slytherin.

Another chapter finished. I hope you like it. I will update this if I get the idea that I can ontinue it. It is a pet project of mine which occasionally will get updated.