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Not My Life

Chapter Three

Alexander

Crabbe checked after 'Alex' one last time before leaving the room quietly to give the Dark Lord an update on the boys health and the latest events.

Entering the throne room he waited for Lord Voldemort to address him.

"What did you find, Crabbe?" Red eyes looked intently at the man in front of him.

"My Lord, he woke momentarily and I questioned him. He remembers nothing. He asked what his name was and I told him 'Alex'." At Lord Voldemorts nod he continued. "I gave him dreamless sleep and he is now resting."

"Do you believe this is a permanent condition?"

"I'm not sure, My Lord. Head injuries and memory loss are tricky. At the moment he remembers nothing, but some memories if not all could return months even years later." Voldemort nodded thoughtfully. His original plans had been to torture the boy and later kill him. But Potters memory loss could work to his advantage. If the boy never regained his memory then he could teach the boy in his ways and have him on his side. He knew Potter was strong with his magic; much stronger then many adult wizards. He could be a great asset to his goal.

But if his memories did come back and he absolutely refused to join him then he could always do his original plans.

"You may go," he dismissed Crabbe and watched the man sigh in relief as he left the room. Getting up, Voldemort went in the direction of his captives room. The boy would be asleep for several hours do to the potion he had been given.

Entering the room his red eyes located the bed and watched as the boy slept. He looked more like a child asleep and his features were more relaxed. The only thing marring the boys features were the scar he had received on Halloween when Voldemort had tried to kill him. Voldemort ran his hand lightly over the lightning bolt shaped scar.

Now what to tell the boy when he awoke?

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Dumbledore sighed as he stepped out of the fire grate. He had just finished his business at the Ministry of Magic and now knew why the wards had gone down. It had taken a lot of work to finally get the information he needed and he was glad it was over, but he was also angry. Entering the kitchen he wasn't surprised to see Arthur, Molly, Remus, Sirius, Charlie and Bill.

"Have you found out anything?" Molly asked her eyes red and puffy from crying. Tears still lingered in her eyes.

Dumbledore sighed. "Yes, apparently Minister Fudge ordered the wards down," He paused as everyone in the room began to speak at once and raised his hand to quiet them. "He didn't believe they were needed any longer."

"How long have they been down?" Remus asked quietly but you could see the anger burning in his eyes.

"Since Harry was nine years old."

"Five years!" Sirius breathed before his voice raised. "My godson has been unprotected from Death Eaters there for five years! Why?"

"Our minister didn't believe the wards were necessary." Dumbledore answered calmly, though he too was angered by the information.

"What now? What is the ministry doing? What is Fudge," Sirius spat the name as though it left a bad taste in his mouth, "saying about his decision to take the wards down?"

"We continue in our search for Harry and the Ministry is doing the same. Minister Fudge is denying Voldemort is back and is saying that rogue Death Eaters attacked Privet Drive. He says the wards were unnecessary."

"But the attack proves they were necessary!" Bill said angrily. He was very knowledgeable about wards, charms and curses because of his job as a curse breaker.

"He claims that the Death Eaters could have gotten in regardless of the wards." Dumbledore answered. He glanced at Molly who began to sob into Arthur's chest.

"Has Severus heard anything yet?" Remus asked.

"No," Dumbledore answered sadly. "He may not for some time. He is in Voldemorts inner circle but he is still not told everything that goes on."

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Alex blinked a few times as he slowly pushed himself into a sitting position. He jumped as he heard a sound next to him and looked over to see the blurry figure of a adult in his room. He couldn't make out any distinctive features because his vision was too blurry.

He jumped again as something was slid onto his face then blinked as every thing came into focus. 'Glasses' he thought. "Thanks," He said looking at the person next to him. He would bet the man was very tall if he stood, but he couldn't tell how tall because he was sitting in a chair next to his bed. The man was rather pail and had dark brown hair. He would look very normal if it weren't for his bright unnatural red eyes.

"Your welcome," the man spoke. "Alex."

"Who are you?" 'Alex' asked.

"My name is Tom Riddle." Voldemort had spent several hours coming up with a story to tell Alex when he woke. He planned to tell Alex that he was Alexander Mathew Jensen and that he had come to live him after his surrogate parents had been killed (though he omitted how they had been killed, for now) and that he had come to live with him about six months earlier. He also told Alex that he was fifteen.

While the boy had been asleep he cast some charms to grow his hair longer, and it was now about shoulder length and had light waves. He also changed the color to medium blonde but decided to leave the eyes as they were. In his opinion, the bright green color was very unique and it would be a shame to hide them. The rest of the changes to his appearance should be enough to hide his identity.

"Surrogate parents?" Alex asked in confusion. If they weren't his real parents then who were and why hadn't they been caring for him?

"Yes, they adopted you when you were a baby and raised you." Voldemort (Tom) answered calmly. He had expected Harry to ask this.

"Who were my real parents?"

"Your father was a good friend of mine who passed away when you were little." Voldemort answered as he watched the boys reaction. Alex was quiet for a moment digesting the information before he continued his questioning.

"How did I loose my memory?"

"You hit your head when you fell down the stairs. They had just been cleaned and were still wet." Voldemort used as an explanation. He tried to come up with something simple so 'Alex' would believe it.

Alex seemed to as his only reaction was a light nod.

"You should rest more," Voldemort said as he handed Alex a sleeping potion and watched as he eyed it before drinking it and quickly falling asleep. Voldemort left the room.

End of Chapter Three

A/N: I hope this was a good chapter. I'm sorry it took me so long to update. I have been rather busy. There will be probably one more chapter before September first in the story.

Alex will be calling Voldemort, Tom while they're in private. But around Death Eaters he will call him Lord.

Next Chapter: Alex's summer.