A/N Far too tired right now to answer reviews but i thought i would post this for you becasue i can't sleep. Oh one more thing i have three pictures that go to this story. They are up one my yahoo 360 which should be my homepage i am not surten.

Chapter 6

The Most Noble House of Black

Location: London

Tuesday July 30th, 2000

Finally, all the waiting was over. In only a matter of minutes he would be transported to his grandfather were he would take his place by his side. Harry sighed and looked at himself critically in a fully length mirror he had transfigured out of an old textbook.

He looked different he had to admit. He had taken his glamour's off, so his hair was black and silver with blood red tips, the word on his right shoulder read Tortitudo instead of Sinful, and a black tattoo covered the right side of his face. He was wearing light airy black pants that hung loosely off his slim hips. He currently wasn't wearing a shirt and his tan skin seemed to glow in the soft light of his bedroom.

Harry raised his right arm and unclasped the band from his arm. He gasped sharply and grabbed his dresser to keep from falling. The power that surged through his body was almost incapacitating, it ripped and wrapped and drove him to the brink of unconsciousness before settling. The green-eyed pushed himself back upright and smiled into the mirror. He quickly removed his gantlet and set it on his dresser. With a swift movement he pulled on a long silver chain. A silver pendent hung from it and gleamed against his tan skin.

The pendent had been given to him by one of his friends at school but he rarely got to wear it. It was about 2" long, it was an archangel with his wings spread wide with an almost surprised look on his upturned face and a Gothic cross burned into his chest, a large snake lay wrapped around his neck in an almost loving way. (A/N I might have a picture of this for you guys.) With another smirk at his reflection, he turned to finish dressing.

Harry turned back wearing a white, open front, bell sleeved shirt with a dark gray sleeveless robe. With a final smirk, he pulled his hair back into a loose ponytail and dawned his mask. The final transformation was astounding but he didn't get to look to closely because at that moment he felt a sharp tug and found himself in front of a large throne.

Riddle Mansion

Location: Shropshire, England

Tuesday July 30th, 2000

Voldemort was practically bouncing on his throne, though he would never admit it. He was excited like he hadn't been in years. Each of his inner circle were sharing secret smiles with each other, all of them happy for their leader. The dark haired wizard glanced at his followers and gave them a rare smile.

The clock to his left struck midnight and the Dark Lord pushed himself to his feet. He raised his long thin arms into the air and called the room into silence.

"My faithful, we gather here this evening to welcome my heir. He shall be joining us in a moment but first I must ask that no one insult him as it would detrimental to your health." The red-eyed man closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Heir to the Dark, Prince of Evil we summon you."

The silence in the room seemed to suffocate everyone as they waited for anything to happen. Voldemort frowned wondering if Harry had told him the truth or maybe he had just said the spell wrong. He was just getting ready to cast it again when a bright flash of light blinded the occupants of the room.

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Demetrius took a moment to regain his balance before looking at his Grandfather. With a distinctly Slytherin smirk he bowed to the older man.

"Well dear Grandfather I must say I expected something a little more dark, dank, and dreary." He drawled as he took in the room. With a dramatic wave of his arms, he spoke again. "I mean The Last time I saw you were an evil looking snake faced bastard who was crawling along the ground and living off others."

"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO HIM THAT WAY!" A woman from the crowd screeched as she pulled her wand. "Crucio!"

Demetrius watched calmly as the sickly red light speed towards him. He didn't even flinch as the spell hit his body. With a flick of his wrist the woman, whom he knew to be Bellatrix Lestrange, began floating above the ground.

"I could have said many things far more disrespectful but that never gives you the right to curse me. I have swatted flies bigger then you, Bellatrix Lestrange. If you ever try and harm me again I will kill you?" The young man's voice was soft and almost loving as he spoke to the dark haired woman. "Get it?"

"Got it." She squeaked.

"Good." He set her down gently using wandless magic. The masked wizard turned to the others and raised an eyebrow. They all cowered back and shook their heads. Demetrius smiled evilly and faced his grandfather. "So where were we again? Oh yes. As I said a lot different then I would have expected from you."

"Well I must say that it was a real shock to hear from you so I decided to spiff up the place. Can't have my heir seeing me as anything less then what he is, can I? You are after all such a fine gentleman." Voldemort said with an amused tone. Everyone was in shock as the young heir burst into laughter.

"Well… Well I guess we could say that though not many people would agree. What say you Professor Snape?" Demetrius said as he caught his breath. He turned and smirked at the floundering professor. The tri-color haired boy walked forward and bent to whisper in the black haired man's ear. "Think hard, Snape. Your very life may depend on it."

The older man gasped and his eyes widened. He seemed to be trying to speak. The masked wizard placed a finger on the other's lips to keep him from voicing the name that was so clearly on his mind. With an almost kind smile, he bent in again.

"I don't think it wish to say that name. We know not of whom we can trust. Though I suspect you are one of the few who are trustworthy for you know the consequences of telling that old fool, don't you?" Demetrius waited a moment to see the black-eyed wizard nod before moving away. "Now back to the earlier conversation. Would you call me a gentleman or a rouge?"

"That would depend young lord. Are you still a pompous child or have you grown since last I saw you?" Severus asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. The younger wizard's laughter rang through the other wise stillroom.

"Well said Professor. I would expect nothing less from my favorite teacher." Demetrius said once he could talk properly again. "See grandfather not everyone would call me a gentleman."

The night passed swiftly with the young lord speaking to different death eaters, testing their loyalty with words. However, he stopped in front of the twins who had been waiting patiently for him. With exaggerated bows, they welcomed their lord and much to the surprise gave him a bone-crushing hug.

The tri-color haired boy had come to the end of the line and stopped in front of a young blonde. He waved off Gage and Steel before approaching the young man. He placed his hand on Draco Malfoy's shoulder and took several steps so that he stood behind the terrified blonde. "Ah… Young Mister Malfoy. It is a pleasure to see you again."

"I can not say the same My Lord for I do not remember ever meeting you." Draco said as coldly as he could. He almost jumped as he felt more then heard the soft cold laughter in his ear.

"Mind as sharp as my blade and tongue just as deadly. You know, Young Mister Malfoy, it would not be good for your health to say such things to me." Demetrius moved so his mouth brushed the other's ear with every word. "I could slit your throat and watch you bleed onto the floor. I could have my two companions drink your blood and I am sure they would in joy it. Or I could personally drawn you and praise the power that would flow through my veins. I could have your death in but a moment and no in this room would stop me."

"Do you know why I do not?" Demetrius' voice was so soft no one else could hear him. Draco shook his head violently. "I do not for I have a better use for one of your… talent. It would be a pity to waste such beauty."

Draco's breath nearly stopped as he felt the other boy's lips press against his neck. He knew that his eyes were wide but he could care less.

"What would you have me do my lord?" Draco asked with a breathless voice.

"That young Malfoy will be shown to you when we next meet." Demetrius said as he moved back. He smiled softly before turning back to his escorts. He was pleased, Draco was loyal if nothing else. "Shall we depart my friends?"

Morning broke the horizon and Demetrius looked up at his grandfather sadly. "I am sorry but I must leave you now so I do not raise suspicion."

"It is alright my dear grandson, until the next time we meet I wish you good luck." Voldemort said. He was slightly sad to know where his heir would be going but he knew better then to argue. He watched dejectedly as Demetrius waved his arm and disappeared.

The Most Noble House of Black

Location: England

Wednesday July 31, 2000

Harry quickly took off his cloths and replaced his glamour charms before passing out on his bed. Many hours later Sirius poked his head into the room and smiled as he saw his godson curled up looking much like a little child. With a soft chuckle, he left closing the door softly behind him.

An hour later Harry sat up and cursed himself for his stupidity. He had only meant to sleep for a moment but instead it had been hours at the least. He quickly got up and dressed. With expert steps, he walked through the oddly still house.

When he came to the kitchen door, he paused and pulled out his wand. He wasn't the dark prince for naught. He pushed open the door slowly careful not to make too much noise.

"Happy Birthday Harry." A good two dozen voices echoed that simple sentence.

A/N Well i hope you liked it please review so i know what you do and dont like about it. Well it is almost 5 am and i am about to fall over so i will let you go.

P.S. I am currently reading book six but i dought there will be any spiolers.

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