Harry only had one way to get home that no one was going to be able to detect and that was by using his broom. He had received a new broom recently from his godfather Sirius, it was a firebolt, this was the fastest broom in creation at the time.

He hopped onto the broom after he had packed up the things that he needed and said goodbye to those that he still trusted. He looked back at the place that he called home for a 3 years giving it one final look, before he left, flying to the house that he spent in the summer.

As soon as Harry got into the house he was not expecting any warm welcome from his relatives. Vernon Dursley, his uncle, was the man of the house, he was a large man with a fat neck and an ugly moustache. Petunia Dursley, his aunt, was the total opposite of her husband, she was skinny with a long neck and brown curled hair, she always wore an apron. Dudley Dursley, his cousin, was the same as his father, he was a massive child but he had his mothers sharp attitude to others.

Harry went up to his room straight away. From the age of 1 till the age of 12 he was living in the cupboard under the stairs, with barely any food or water and at times only being let out for the bathroom. However when he turned 12 he was too big to fit in the small cupboard and so they allowed him to sleep in Dudley's second room, the room where most of the bigger boy's toys were kept.

That was another thing that Harry despised Dumbledore for, the fact that Dumbledore was making him live here for the sake of some wards. Voldemort did not even know where he lived.

Every year the medi-witch of the school, Madame Pomfrey, was to perform a medical exam on all of the students, Harry has now been in the school for 3 years and going into his 4th, Dumbledore would have known by now how bad the injuries he had sometimes, as well as the fact that he was malnourished and dehydrated most of the time.

Dumbledore knew of the abuse as Harry had told him before, but he did not nothing, only claiming that Harry had to stay there because the wards that his mother had put up needed Harry to be there in order for them to work. But Harry knew the truth now.

He had figured that since Dumbledore wanted him to kill Voldemort and then kill Harry himself he figured that Dumbledore was leaving him with the abuse givers to make him more of weapon, more of a scared little boy and more under his control.

That night he had the feeling that something bad was going to happen, and he found out what it was almost as soon as he packed his trunk.

"Boy get down here!" His uncle yelled from downstairs.

Harry hurried down to his uncle, he knew that if he ignored the man then he would not have any food, water and would maybe get a beating. He could also tell that his uncle was drunk, and that was a state that you did not want Vernon to be in.

"Yes uncle?" Harry asked, his voice quiet.

"Well I thought that it was time to teach Dudley how to properly beat up someone, as that is what I was doing at his age. And since no one cares about a freak I'm going to use you." Vernon said, punching Harry and taking him to the floor.

After what seemed like an eternity the two of them had stopped, but he was too badly damaged, he figured that he was going to die. So he contacted a person that had never lied to him.

Voldemort can you hear me?

Yes Potter, why are you contacting me?

I just wanted to let you know that I finally the truth of Dumbledore, I know now that I chose the wrong side. Dumbledore planted things into my mind at young age and I trusted him, but now I see that I was just a pawn in the game he was playing. I wish I got the chance to see you, I get the feeling that you are not as bad as people make you out to be. Harry said, he knew that Voldemort killed people and tortured them, but he only did that to those that deserved.

You sound stressed and in pain, what is wrong? Voldemort did sound concerned.

I am in pain, my uncle and cousin used me as a punching bag and I am bleeding out quite heavily. I would have loved to join your side, and have the chance of being with the one that I love, but I do not think that I am going to live long enough to do those things. Harry wheezed out, he knew that he did not have very long left.

Hold on Harry, me and a few of my Death Eaters are coming to get you. I listened to that fake prophecy and have only just found out that it was fake by those who left the Order. I do not want you to die, not when you are so young. We are coming, just hang on. In a mansion far away Voldemort was telling Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape that they were going to rescue Harry Potter from a beating of muggles, muggles that were related to the boy.

Harry heard the distinct crack of someone apparating outside of the house, he also heard Petunia cry out in shock at Snape standing at the door. They barged their way into the house and began to look in the rooms, it was Severus who looked in the kitchen where Harry lay.

"Harry!" Severus cried at the sight of the boy, lying in a pool of blood and barely conscious. He immediately began to chant the spells that would heal all the wounds that he had, as well as give him a potion to replenish his blood and another to fix all internal injuries he may have suffered. The final potion he did not want to give the boy till he saw his Lord.

"My Lord I have found him, come into the kitchen!" The potion master yelled.

There was the sound of footsteps running towards them and stopped at the door as he took in the sight of the bruised and bloodied Harry Potter.

"Oh My God, Severus, is he going to be okay?" The Dark Lord asked, showing concern for the firs time in a long time.

"He will be fine my Lord, we need to take him to the manor. I am going to give him this potion, it will put him to sleep and keep him calm. Would you like to carry him my Lord?" Severus asked.

"Yes I will carry him. Give him the potion my friend." The man said. Voldemort no longer looked pale and bald, instead he was young with a head of brown hair and quite attractive.

After Harry had been given the potion to make him sleep, he was taking to Riddle Manor where he was put into a room and left to sleep.

Harry woke up 3 hours later to a comfy bed and a room he did not recognise. He then remembered that he had contacted Voldemort that he had found out about Dumbledore, and all of the lies, Voldemort must have come and got him from the hellhole that he was living in at the summer time.

When he awoke he realised that someone else was in the room with him. When he turned to look at the person he was shocked at who he saw, it was Tom Riddle, and not the Voldemort that he had imagined.

The man looked young maybe in his late 20's to early 30's, he had a mop of brown hair and he was tall. The only thing that gave it away who this really was were the bright red/crimson that the man had. The only reason that Harry was familiar with this person was the fact that the man looked exactly like the memory version he had met when he was in his second year, inside the Chamber of Secrets.

"Voldemort?" Harry asked.

The man smiled. "Yes Harry, I was worried that you wouldn't recognise me in this form." Voldemort said, walking towards the bed that the boy was resting on.

"Well I kind of met a past memory of you when you were 16, you look exactly like you did as that memory, except of course being a but older." Harry explained, noticing that Voldemort had gone a bit sad.

Voldemort saw that Harry had tilted his head in question so he answered the unasked question. "The basilisk, she was close to me, she was like a second familier to me other than Nagini. Severus told me that you had killed it." Voldemort explained, a sad and distant look coming to his face.

"Oh I am so sorry, I didn't want to kill her, but your memory had set her on me. The only way I could get out was to kill her, though I do regret going to the Chamber in the first place." Harry said, a look of disgust coming to his face when he remembered the reason he was going down there.

"Speaking of that, why were you down in the Chamber in the first place?" Voldemort asked, he knew that the Chamber of Secrets was meant for those who were descendants of Salazar Slytherin and he knew that Harry was in Gryffindor.

"Well in answer to that I was in there because the basilisk had been petrifying Mud-bloods, and Dumbledore wanted to know who the Heir was, of course everyone thought that it was me because I was able to parseltongue. The basilisk then took Ginny Weasley into the Chamber and me being the idiot I was I went and got her, that led to me killing the snake and almost dying from the venom that was in the fang I got in my arm." Harry explained, almost knowing what the next question was going to be.

"But the Chamber is only meant to open for those who are descendants of Salazar Slytherin, and last I checked you were in the house of the lion." Voldemort said, Harry's suspicion coming true.

"Well to be honest the Sorting Hat wanted to place me in Slytherin, but Ron got to me first telling me how bad Slytherin was, as well as the fact that the murderer of my parents went into that house. That is why I asked the hat to place me in Gryffindor, but you could say that I was meant to be put into Slytherin." Harry explained to the now shocked Dark Lord.

Voldemort seemed to think of something before he spoke again. "Harry I was thinking if you do not want to go back to the light, if want to have revenge on those who have betrayed you and if you want to have the chance to be around people who would not lie to you then would you consider joining me, and becoming my son." Voldemort said, his face was strong and didn't show any emotions, but his eyes betrayed that he was feeling quite nervous.