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Marvolo's POV

The first thing he decided that he needed to work on with the boy was his self esteem. Despite being a Gryffindor and Dumbeldore's favorite. It was obvious this boy had no self esteem what so ever. The only thing he could be grateful for was that all it took was one more trip to the ministry to make his adoption legal. Potter had given one hell of chase. Nearly a month and a half to finally find the boy.

The man who had just tried to kill the boy glared at him. From what Marvolo could tell he was a fire mage. A powerful one at that. If it wasn't for his quick think both he and the boy would have been toast.

Carefully he picked up the child. The boy was too light for someone his age. Didn't anyone ever feed this kid?

The man's eyes faded back to a grey color. There was a sense of weariness in them now.

Then the man snapped, "Take the brat. I didn't want him here in the first place. He came here demanding that I help him. It's not my job I had enough trouble before. All I want is to be left alone."

Marvolo realized that this man was a contractor. Like younger Harrison who was barely conscious in his arms. Something that didn't make sense to him was why. Why would the man not want a student? So he asked. The answer chilled him to the bone.

"The last person I cared about we trained together, wizard. She was my world. In fact she was the last wind contractor before that brat. When she died I cut myself off from the world. I don't want to be bothered. I want to live the rest of my life alone."

Marvolo knew if he had not come when he did Potter would be dead. There was no mistaking the intent to kill. He had it more often than not in his own eyes. Not to mention the eyes of his men.

He asked before the other was out of earshot, "Are you people always like this? Or are you a special case."

For a moment it didn't look like he was going to stop. Then he did. As if thinking about the question. Marvolo waited. This could be important information.

"When you lose everything it changes you. Spirit mages don't have family or someone they care about for a reason. It just ends with us getting hurt. Wizards like you could never understand."

Then he was gone. Somehow Marvolo knew this wouldn't be the last that he saw of the man. Mages as much as they wanted to disappear couldn't stay hidden forever. Where he was wouldn't come from Marvolo.

Once he was sure the other was gone he apparated to Nott manor. Potter was no longer conscious in his arms by that point. Whatever had happened wore the boy out.

Benjamin appeared in the next moment. His brown eyes took in the scene before he said, "I'll floo Malcolm."

Marvolo didn't say anything to the contrary. Instead choosing to bring the boy into the sitting room. He wasn't a healer and this was far beyond his capabilities.

It only took a moment for Benjamin to return with Malcolm. The blond haired wizard saw Potter on the couch and immediately went to his side. There wasn't any hesitation in his movements as he began to use diagnostic spells. Parchment was trasnfigured and it began to fill out immediately.

Marvolo asked once the spells were done, "What do we have, Malcolm?"

The man took the parchment. His eyes went from curious to angry in a fraction of a second. Without a word he passed the parchment over to Marvolo.

The first thing he noticed was the length of the parchment. The spells that had been used were for a full medical history. For a normal boy Potter's age it should have been six inches to eight inches for his full life. Less than that considering that Malcolm did a basic one year check. This parchment was over a foot and a half long for the last year. The life parchment was going to be much worse.

Parts of what he read didn't surprise him. The cruciatus curse and being cut with a knife down the arm. However the bruising and broken bones that happened last August was surprising. Starvation during that time as well. Then there was nothing until November which was the first task.

There were the injuries reported and not reported during the task. Those didn't surprise him either. The boy wasn't one to show that he was hurting.

They were minor compared to what came next however. Starting after he returned to his relatives the list got longer. Not by the week or month like it should have been. By the day. Starvation, beating, overworking. All his time with his Death Eaters told him that the boy was pampered by his relatives. Medical history told another more truthful and less biased story.

Malcolm snarled, "I've seen our prisoners that have less problems than this. This is so wrong. It's amazing he survived any of this."

Marvolo said, "Get to work on healing him. I will take this down to the ministry to have his guardianship turned over to me."

"Yes, my Lord."

Evan's POV

Coming to he felt like his body was weighed down with bricks. At first he couldn't remember why he felt like this. Then it hit him. He had opened the power between him and the spirits of the wind using his contract. When the power faded it had left him magically exhausted.

Keeping his eyes closed he could hear movement around him. He didn't know who had him. The last thing he remembered was the fire contactor about to kill him. There was no way he would have taken him in. Not after nearly killing him.

Instead of opening his eyes he assessed his situation. He was lying on a couch with nothing on top of him or under his head. Good news was that Evan wasn't restrained. If it came down to it he could probably fight his way out. He could feel his wand pressed into the side of his leg. Whoever had him at least left him his wand. Not that it was much consolation. At the moment he was to exhausted to move much less use magic.

He felt his mouth being opened and a potion being poured in his mouth. By the taste it was a dreamless sleep. Then someone rubbed at his throat forcing him to swallow. It didn't take him long to succumb to the potion.

The next time he came to he could tell he was in a bed. There were no sounds around him so he could tell he was alone. Opening his eyes he saw green curtains. Harry Potter being a Gryffindor wouldn't care for the colors. Evan didn't mind them. Green had been one of his favorite colors since he was a small child.

Evan sat up noticing that he didn't feel as weak as he had before. Another thing he noticed was that someone had changed his clothes. Instead of what he had been wearing fighting the bar tender he was wearing green pyjamas. That meant someone had changed him. A serious breach in his privacy. It also meant he no longer had his wand.

Evan was putting his legs over the side of the bed when the door opened. A man with black hair appeared. There was something familiar about him. After a moment he remembered. This was the guy he landed on during the fight with the fire contactor.

For his part the man didn't look surprised to see him up. His eyes were blue but Evan could tell that it was a glamour. He wasn't an idiot after all.

The man said noting that he was sitting up, "Good you are sitting up. I was wondering if you core had refilled enough to regain your strength. How do you feel?"

Instead of answering the questions he asked, "Where am I? Who are you?"

The man replied cocking his head to the side, "I guess you would not recognize me like this. For now you may just call me Marvolo. These are for you to read."

A pile of papers were handed to him. His heart almost stopped when he read the bolded words. Guardianship papers. This man wanted to make him his ward.

Evan said, "I'm not signing this. I don't know you or why you wanted to be my guardian. Regardless it's not going to happen."

Marvolo laughed a gentle laugh. It reminded him slightly of Jason. He hoped the old man and the rest of the villagers were okay. It would only make him feel worse if they had been hurt because of him. They had taken him in when he needed it. Given him an escape route when the village had been found. Without them he would have never made it this far. He certainly wouldn't have been able to fight a fellow contractor.

Marvolo pulled out a chair from the previously ignored desk. He said, "Well let's start then. You are Harry James Potter. It's been over a month since you disappeared. Not a lot was revealed about why you disappeared. Only that Albus Dumbledore went to your niggle relative's house with another wizard. What they found alarmed them and a search was sent out for you. At the time I was working on getting my Lordship and identity established. One of the conditions of my Lordship is that I must have an heir."

Evan's eyes narrowed at Marvolo. Part of him could see where this was going. If he took Evan in then he would be said heir. Not something the boy was interested in.

Evan snapped, "I'm not going to be your heir. Sorry not interested in being anyone's puppet. If you'll excuse me I have other places to be. None of which are here."

He stood only to stop when a large snake went under his legs. It was the very same snake he had seen in his dreams. Nagini. That would mean this man was a death eater or... it hit him like a ton of bricks.

Tom Marvolo Riddle aka Lord Voldemort. Marvolo wasn't just a simple Death Eater. He was the Dark Lord himself.