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Chapter 5

Riddle Mansion

Location: Shropshire, England

Friday July 21st, 2000

"Lucius, who did this?" Voldemort screamed as he threw his morning paper on the table. The front page showed a picture of a seemingly normal muggle neighborhood, the only oddity was a large skull hanging over one of the houses. That was the thing that had Voldemort panties in a twist. He had not had any raids of any kind planned for the next week because Lucius was suppose to be talking to his inner circle about having one of their children become his new heir.

"I have no clue my Lord it is…" Lucius never got to finish his sentence because just at that moment Severus walked into the room looking tired and disheveled. Both men turned to watch the new arrival as he bowed respectfully to his true master.

"My Lord, I have information concerning the attack yesterday." Snape said softly, his voice was clearly strained and he seemed out of breath. His face was slightly red and his cloths were covered with soot from a floo though it was obvious that he had apparated into the manor.

"You do, that is excellent Severus." Voldemort nearly squeaked in joy that he would finally be able to find the underlying cause of the problem. Severus nodded his head and hurriedly pulled a piece of paper out of his robe. He held it front of himself to read though he had already memorized the words.

"This was left on the door step of the house my Lord. That is not the only thing though, the family that was killed happened to be Harry Potter's last living relatives. He actually seemed glad to be finally rid of them to tell the truth." He handed the letter to Voldemort and watched as the black haired wizard silently deciphered the note.

"The Heir. The Heir of what though?" Voldemort paused and then raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps the Heir of the Darkness."

"My Lord!" Lucius said as he to read the message. It had been years since he had seen the strange vampric symbols but not so many as he would forget the knowledge. As he finished reading his eyes were wide and seemed to be close to bursting. A noise from outside the room startled the three men but they quickly regained their cool masks.

"My Lord this has just arrived for you." A low ranking death eater said shakily as he handed the letter to his lord. Voldemort glanced at the blonde and dark haired wizards in front of him before turning to the letter in his hand. He was stunned, the letters on the elegant parchment were not written in a langue that many people knew. It was written in parceltongue.

My Lord for your eyes only

The words were written in a fine script that the crimson-eyed wizard found oddly familiar. He broke the wax seal on opened the roll of parchment. More words flowed over the paper in the same eerie fashion.

Dear Grandfather,

Several years ago, while I was attending a boarding school, I came across the information that my late Grandmother had had an affair with a wizard. Not long after she became pregnant. Not want her husband to find out about it she broke things off with her lover. She gave birth to her lover's child and welcomed her daughter warmly. The young girl had her father's eyes and my grandmother gave her everything. When she was eleven years old, the girl received her Hogwarts letter. My grandmother was ecstatic that her daughter had received her father's gift. Years passed and the girl became a fine witch. While attending Hogwarts the girl fell in love with an obnoxious boy. After gradating she married the boy and became with child. Her son, Me, was born and shortly after my grandmother passed away.

However, before she died she told her daughter who her real father was. You see my grandmother was a woman by the name of Charity Wright, her husband Peter Evans. My mother Lily Evans, her husband James Potter and I, I am many people. The name my father gave me at birth is Harry Potter, the name given to me by my mother Demetrius Riddle.

Now I know what you are thinking. How in the world is Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived my grandson? I assure you that the magic I used to acquire the information is fool proof. And by now I have no doubt that you are starting believe that one of us has finely done it and gone completely and utterly insane. I sure you that though many people have questioned both of our sanities we are probably two of the sanest people to ever walk this earth. If you have any questions on if this is real I implore you to take a risk and believe in the impossible as I am sure you have done in the past.

Now that you have basic history, I will get right down to the reason I am writing you. Yesterday I proceeded with my plans to join you by killing the pitiful muggles the Dumblefuck insists on calling me my family. I even went to the lengths as to write them a note from… You guessed it The Heir. As I am still underage that was the only thing I am able to do at the moment. However, I am hoping that if you agree I will be able to take my stand by your side. If you agree then at midnight on my birthday (July 31st) call out the following words.

"Heir of to the Dark, Prince of Evil we summon you."

I know, I know corny spell but it should do the job. I only have one request. Please tell no one of my true identity as it would put us both in danger also if you do call me please only have your inner circle present as it would be unwise to have too many people know of 'The Heirs' true existence. Well I have kept you long with the need to tell my story so I shall let you get back to what ever evil plotting you were up to before I interrupted you.

Your Grandson and Heir,

Demetrius Wright-Evens Potter Riddle

Voldemort burst out laughing, it all made perfect sense now. The reason he had been unable to kill Potter. Wizard's ages ago had been so hard pressed for heirs that they had cast a spell and even as the years past the spell held strong. The spell made it so that a wizard could not kill their only heir. The spell had taken effect the moment he had killed his daughter.

The Dark Lord finally calmed down, rolled the letter up, and placed it in his robes. He turned to find his two favorite Death Eaters staring at him with shocked expressions on their faces.

"I have an Heir." The red-eyed wizard said simply as he mentally began to plan the things he would say to Demetrius.

The Most Noble House of Black

Location: London

Friday July 21st, 2000

It was a most unusually day in the dark house of Number 12 Grimmauld place. Order members were coming and going in a frantic search for information on whom the Heir could possibly be. But what was even stranger was the fact that Harry Potter was in a good mood. Since the first day the boy had arrived at the house he had been angry and silent. However, on the day following his relations death Harry sat calmly in one of the drawing rooms of the old house. His emerald green eyes were focused on the chessboard between him and Ron.

"Pawn to E6. Ron said as he watched his friend. Harry watched the board as the aforementioned piece moved across it. He was well aware of his friends piercing stare but pretended to watch the board. "Why did you dye your hair?"

"What?" Harry asked as he turned his emerald eye towards the redhead. He blinked a second then smiled in what he hoped was a sheepish way. "Oh, the hair, I didn't dye it at all."

"Then what's up with the silver?" Ron asked, normally he wouldn't have bothered but Harry was in a talkative mood and he wasn't going to pass it up.

"Well, you see when I came into my powers last year my body went into a sort of magical shock, because I gained so much power. There were some side effects, one being the hair another being my need for the silver band on my arm." Harry said before calling out his move. (I suck ass at chess so please excuse the fact that I am not going into detail about the game.)

"So what is up with the band anyways?" The blue-eyed boy found himself asking his friend. If Harry was in the mood to give out more then cryptic hint as to his life the last two years he was all ears.

"Well as much as I am sure you are dying to find out, it is one of those things I just can't tell you." Harry said not even looking up at the other boy. A strange gleam entered his emerald eyes and a smirk crossed his face. "Checkmate, mate."

"What!" Ron shouted as his wide blue eyes scanned the board. With a frown tugging at his lips, he looked up with half lidded eyes. "Who are you and what have you done to Harry?"

"Ron you wound me." Harry said in mock shock. He threw one hand over his eyes and the other over his heart in a dramatic gesture. He fell backwards over the arm of the chair he was sitting in. Ron watched him with wide eyes before laughing as his friend poked his head over the arm.

"Sorry, mate. It is just that in all the years, I have known you; you have never once beaten me at chess." Ron said running a hand through his hair. "It just gave me a shock to tell you the truth."

"Sorry Ron didn't mean to scare you." Harry said as he stood up from his place on the floor. "Well if you don't mind I have some work to do I have to do right now."

Harry walked out of the room and sighed thankful to be away from the annoying redhead. He walked to his room and entered. He locked the door behind him making sure he had up several strong silencing spells. He fell back on his bed and let a dark smile cross his face.

Snape hadn't been seen all day so Harry could only assume he was with the Dark Lord. Harry had no doubt that Voldemort would keep his secret even from his most trusted. The prospect of an heir was far too important to turn down, for any reason. Harry chuckled darkly and pulled his arms under his head. He was just going to have wait a few days then he would be with his true family. Sure he would have to deal with the others when he was not Demetrius but he was sure he would be able to handle that if only to enjoy his release from 'Harry Potter'.

One of the many reasons he was so looking forward to meeting the inner circle was the fact that he would more then likely see the blonde whom he had had a crush on before he left. Also Brendan and Danny would also be there. Their father Luke Rune was a high-ranking death eater so Harry was more then sure they would be there to welcome their new leader. Truth be told he just couldn't wait for his birthday. He looked over at the calendar on his wall and smirked only ten days.

With thoughts of his future and a contented sigh, Harry Potter let himself drift into the arms of sleep. His green eyes glowed red for just a moment before they closed completely.

A/N I hope you all liked it please let me know what you think and i will see you all next chapter