(Voldemort POV)

Today the students were going home, and I was letting Harry ride the Hogwarts Express but this time there would be no one waiting for him. No one but me. I knew where Harry would be living for the summer and I already had things in motion. Another thing of interest was that the school books and history books that had me or Harry in them have been rewritten and to make it easier for the students to learn, I'd even left Lucius at the Ministry.

What I needed to do now was teach Harry how to be a pure-blood. Manners and all, differently than he'd been taught by all these half breeds and blood traitors. He wasn't going to like it but he'd learn to live with it. He'd also learn to call me My Lord instead of Tom or Voldemort. I should believe he knows better than to call me that or say that name, was that not how or why his 'friend' Dobby the House Elf died?

I'd everything set up now so all I had to do was wait for the train to depart, which brings me to where I am now. I'd led the Slytherins down to the train and was now watching them get on, Harry was last to get on. He gave me a dirty look before getting on board quickly. Now would be the Ravenclaws turn, so I quickly moved on, my robe whipping behind me because of my speed and the wind.

(Harry POV)

I sat down at the back of the train and watched as Tom left the train, if I didn't know any better, I think his looks from the diary Tom are coming back. I shook my head and looked again but he was gone now.

I watched as all the other students got on the train, Ron and Hermione sat in my compartment and then finally, when the train was moving off, Ginny came in followed by a few more of my friends. I smiled. We may be in different houses but we could still be friends.

We sat there in silence until the trolley came by and offered us snacks, I bought enough for all of us in the compartment with the rest of my coins I had to spare, I hadn't really brought anything because I hadn't really gone to Hogwarts this year and apparently I was going back next September. But by then I'd have met and gathered the D. A.

"Hermione? Did we keep those D. A. coins from Fifth year?" I asked, in answer Ginny pulled out four of them and handed one to each of us, keeping the fourth to herself. Neville pulled out his and I looked at the one I'd been given. "Ginny, this will be your seventh year next September wont it?"

"Yeah, and it's now mandatory for students to attend the school. Padma and Parvati weren't going to come but then Snape sent a letter or howler to them and they came anyway. You know or their parents were going to be Kissed." I grimaced.

"How is the Ministry being fair?"

"It's not Harry. Europe is controlled by You Know Who now." Voldemort controls Europe? I thought he wasn't going to take that big of a step until he'd killed me. I looked up at the compartment that Ginny and Neville had stashed their trunks. I looked back at Ginny, shaking my head. Voldemort would have waited.

"That's impossible Ginny."

"It's not if you think about it. Dumbledore isn't here to stop him, Europe is basically unprotected now, especially if they have spies every where. Try your coins and see if the others get the message. It's yours anyway Harry." I changed the date with Hermione's wand and they inhaled at the warmth it gave out.

Eventually some of the D. A. were in with us, the others were staying where they were so it didn't look suspicious. Death Eaters may not be here but their kids sure were, and they'd try anything to get 'points'. I understood that very well. If word got back to Voldemort, something bad was bound to happen.

"So we lost this fight but I believe we could win, we just need a game plan. What are we going to do? I don't really have any plans except to get back my wand or get a wand. I can't do wandless magic, at least not the ones that matter, and you know who's got my wand." They nodded. I couldn't say his name anymore, but I didn't have to be afraid of him.

We were going to pull in soon so they left again, I changed the date again, having told Luna about where it should take place, I knew she could tell everyone else. Ron and Hermione hugged me before leaving me too.

I got up and began just to walk around the train until I was dragged into a compartment by Malfoy. "The Dark Lord wouldn't want you alone Potter."

"And?" He just ignored me and talked to Parkinson instead. Everyone ignored me. I watched the scenery go from greenery to Platform 9 3/4. The train stopped and everyone got up, grabbed their things, and left. I looked at my Galleon and put it in my pocket.

I looked out the window before walking out and into the platform. Like I said, no one was here to pick me up from here. I began to walk out of the train station when Tom appeared. He was still wearing that robe from this morning.

"Hello Harry, nice ride I presume?"

"Assuming makes an ass out of both me and you." He frowned.

"Where did you hear a thing like that? It sounds horrible. However, I'll take that as a no. How about Brews And Stews. You'll get to say goodbye to Draco. I expect you and Draco to get on first name basis, you are both Slytherin and he is a Death Eater while you are... The Boy Who Lived." I watched him turn his back on me. That was strange, and did he expect me to just follow what ever he said? He turned to look at me. "I will not repeat myself Harry, get over here." I rolled my eyes. He led me to Diagon Alley and we entered the shop, me quickly walking on when his eyes met the sign to Fred and George's shop. He kept walking, I found the restaurant and stopped where I stood. He grabbed the back of my shirt and dragged me in. "No need to be nervous Harry." He sat down in front of Narcissa and I sat across from Malfoy, looking any where but at them.

Soon we had a waiter come by and they ordered food, I ordered a small meal, something from the children's food menu. I got a pumpkin juice, small. I'd had lots of sweets on the train. Then I waited for the food to arrive.

"So Narcissa did Lucius do his job properly?" She bowed her head.

"Yes My Lord, he was very successful."

"If the job is done, I need nothing else. He may return home. Has Bella spoken to you? Draco knows already." She smiled, nodding.

"She has."

"Then there is nothing more to talk about." He was quiet as the food appeared, being placed in front of us. As she left, I turned to him, curious.

"How do you feel comfortable just sitting out in public? What were you guys talking about anyway? What was the meeting about? Or can't I know?" He didn't even look at me.

"You've broken more than one etiquette lesson already, and no. Nothing is for you to know until I tell you." He ignored me the rest of the time and soon the food was all gone. Draco was smirking at me, he'd complimented him and 'scolded' me. "Harry get up, it's time to go." I got up and walked out. Where was I going to go now? I looked around for an answer and it came to me. The Leaky Cauldron. I started for Gringotts. "Harry, over here." I looked over at him. He was waiting for me. I rolled my eyes and walked over.

"Stop doing that, it will turn into a horrible habit." I ignored him to ask him a question.

"What do you want?" He said nothing, just grabbed my arm firmly and I felt queasy immediately. I fell down at some place with lots of similar shaped rocks. I looked up and saw something, I looked harder before gasping and backing away from it as fast as possible. It was that angel thing back from Fourth year.

My back hit a tombstone and I turned around to read 'Gaunt'. Voldemort laughed a high, cold laugh. He grabbed the back of my shirt and forced me into a standing position. He dragged me from the graveyard. I glared at him but he was smiling, smiling that sadistic smile of his.

"Can you guess where we are?" He asked, letting me go just as quickly as he'd grabbed me. I noticed Nagini slithering after us. I didn't answer so he answered for me. "We are in Little Hangleton. Can you guess where we're headed?"

"Riddle House? Gaunt House? Somewhere?"

"Well I suppose we would be heading 'somewhere' if we're moving, wouldn't we?" He sneered. "Riddle House, Harry." He walked on and I followed him, surprised I wasn't dead yet. It's been three days. "I don't plan to kill you. Nor do I plan to torture you. I plan to teach you, not that you'll believe me." He was right, I didn't trust him at all, not a single word he said.

He led me inside before telling me to make myself at home before leaving again, Apparating. I sighed before going around, this place was seriously dusty.

In the room we appeared in there were wooden tables, chairs, a fireplace and just about anything one could expect from a rich family house. The room I was in now had two recliners, a table between them, in front of them was a fire and on the sides there was a couch, all of them were either black, dark brown, or grey. On the floor between all of it was a rug, with snake patterns on them. So, clearly, Tom's been living here for at least a while or something. This was the living room, I went to go look around at all the other rooms.

(Voldemort)

That had been a bit rough with Harry, humorous as well, at the Graveyard and the house. Not to mention getting him here. If he could speak Parseltongue, he was related to Salazar Slytherin just like me but there had been a horcrux inside him as well so he could just be a side effect. Is he possibly related?

Dumbledore, with the way he treated Harry while he was alive, had unwittingly given me another weapon I could use against Harry. One that did not physically hurt him nor did it have to do with spells. Ignorance and solitude. He wasn't used to them in a world like this, those muggles I have as yet to find and kill. The Boresleys. Or Durselyes. Something like that.

I would have to get better at wanting company and touching others. What ever it was Harry's innocent heart wanted, 'love'. Otherwise his loyalty, when I got it, would be just as breakable as any Death Eater. It would be tedious but well worth it in the end. First I had to erase his morals of good versus evil. I would go from there.

I arrived at my destination, I was retrieving house elves for my new-old house. During the entirety of the year and summer after returning in that graveyard, I had spent all my time inside that house giving orders. Now I had something to make it worth while to stay but nor did I have to stay there.

(Harry POV)

I was lying on the couch, falling asleep, forgetting my troubles when the door opened and a snake appeared on the top of the couch. I blinked. NAGINI! I quickly reached for my wand before remembering. I don't have it.

/Master is home, he brought boy some creatures. House elves he calls them./

/Voldemort got house elves? How?/

"You can speak Parseltongue when looking at a snake. What about when not looking one? /Nagini, come over here and eat lunch./ Nagini slithered away quickly to be replaced by Tom. He pointed to the house elves. /These creatures will be helping you with anything you need./

"Where'd you get them?"

/There is a place in Diagon Alley called House Establishment Supplies. There you can get new and used house elves. I got used house elves because that way they have more experience. I have books on the matter. You can read and learn from there. Until you can read the language on your own, the only communication you will be getting is Parseltongue from myself and Nagini. You will not get any communication from the house elves what so ever./ With that, he took a piece of parchment, wrote something, and walked out. I looked at it. I didn't understand what it said so, going off of what he said, I grabbed the quill and drew a snake and stared at it and the writing but that didn't help. He came back up with books and set them on the bed before leaving, I noticed he didn't knock once. I opened the books to try and help me but I got nothing, so I kept digging. When I still got nothing, I angrily threw the paper on the ground and began to read the book.

(night: 1:35 Voldemort POV)

I was putting a book back in the bookshelf when I heard a scream from upstairs. Oh. So the boy can scream can he? Though that sounded like fear. It was delicious. I heard it again and headed up the stairs and then to Harry's door. His room and mine were connected. Though I kept the door that connected the rooms locked.

I opened the door, which was oddly inched open, and saw Harry on his bed, Nagini trying to swallow him whole. I frowned. /Nagini!/ She stopped in mid action. /Nagini you cannot eat the boy. If you are hungry, I shall get you more food. Or you can go hunting for what pleases you./ She spat him out before looking straight at me.

/You have promised on many occasion that Nagini may eat boy./ She was furious.

/Plans have changed. He is useful./ She hissed out in anger before slithering off the bed and out of the room. /Go to sleep Harry, I shall ward your door./ He glared at me. /I will not kill you./ I closed the door, locking it and warding it against Nagini. Maybe I should have explained to Nagini she can't eat him anymore. The boy is saved, that is all that matters. … and thanks to me he was saved. That might just come in handy after all. Only time could tell. I walked off to my bed for the night.