Chapter 1: The Department
Harry raced through the Department of Mysteries. His only thought was 'Sirius can't be dead! Sirius can't be dead!'. As he skids around another corridor in pursuit of Bellatrix Lestrange, he hears the sound of a floo opening.
"Hello Harry" whispers Voldemort.
Harry screams, "This is all your fault! If it wasn't for you my parents and Cedric and S..Si..Sirius wouldn't be dead! I'm alone because of you!". Harry's eyes fill will tears as he screams himself hoarse. There is nothing that can ever bring them back but that won't take away the pain he feels right now. As he screams and cries at the injustice of it all, Voldemort looks at the grieving boy who has seen so much at such a young age.
"Life is not fair Harry"
"I know that!" Harry screams.
But Voldemort continues on as if nothing had been said. His eyes glossed over as if remembering some distant though.
"Although it may seem contradictory, this war was not started just for the sake of war. Everything has a reason." He remarked.
Just as he finished speaking, Dumbledore appeared from behind the veil.
"Tom, we meet at last" he said fiercely.
"If only the wait was longer. How about you tell him"
"Tell him what?" Dumbledore asked confused.
"Don't play the ignorant old fool! Tell him why I am this way! Tell him WHO made me this way! Go on. I'm sure he's dying to know just who is responsible for Lord Voldemort!"
"Ah but Tom, there is nothing that I would like to reveal to dear Harry. After all, he is but a child." Dumbledore answered calmly.
Harry's eyes had been ping balling back and forth between the pair throughout the conversation, confusing as it was. He couldn't help but he curious about what exactly they were alluding to. After all, he was supposed to be the Boy Who Lived, shouldn't he be allowed to know these things? It never made much sense that he was the only one that couldn't know what was going on when he was always in the middle of it! He couldn't help but think that this all could have been avoided if…
Voldemort saw Harry's momentary distraction and delved into his unprotected mind. He had grown tired of the verbal fight and sough to even the playing field. He quickly tore down the elementary semblance of a shield on Harry's mind. He couldn't help but notice the many holes and tears already present. Once through the initial barrier, memories swirled past him. Hunger was the first. Then pain and loneliness, along with sadness. Deep, powerful, overwhelming sadness. Harry had led a life quite similar to his own. Both neglected and left to be raised in the muggle world. Both under the influence of Dumbledore. And both with an overwhelming desire for family and love. Contrary to popular belief, Voldemort was not incapable of love. He yearned for it more than anyone. He knew what it was like to be alone and unloved, so he would do anything he could to gain and keep a family of his own.
As the memories flew past him, Harry lay on the ground in fetal position. The pain in his head was overwhelming and so crippling that he could do nothing but cry as his worst memories were brought to the forefront of his mind. But then there was a single memory that was different from the rest.
He heard laughter. Not just any laughter, but the laughter of a woman. Was this his mother? But the image was all wrong. She had dark hair, not red and she was calling him by a different name.
"Precious Hades" she said. "My sweet, darling godling. What would I do without you."
Harry couldn't help but take comfort from the memory, even if it was just a memory. The funny thing was that he recognized that voice. It was so familiar but he couldn't place where he had heard it before. It was a voice of comfort and family, something he had been sorely lacking the past 14 years. A small smile came to his face and he slowly uncurled as he basked in the love he could feel, even now, radiating from the woman long forgotten.
When Voldemort witnessed that particular memory, he could not contain his surprise. Harry was confused, did Voldemort know this woman?
With that, Voldemort withdrew and immediately cast a harmless sleeping spell on the child.
All this time, Dumbledore had been matching with a small smirk on his face at the pain the so-called golden boy was feeling. After all, his two favorite boys were together now. His glee infuriated Voldemort, who took advantage of his distraction to stun and obliviate him of what he witnessed there. Placing false memories of a short duel where Voldemort was forced to retreat with the rest of his death eaters.
Before he left, a scaly hard carded through the vulnerable boy's unruly hair. A small kiss was placed upon his brow.
"Soon my child we will be reunited."
He turned and with a green flash, flooed from the department.
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