Hello lovely Readers

It seems there is confusion on Harry's relatives. Please refer back to the first chapter –chuckles- If you remember the Dursleys' were subjected to an untimely death by Harry's crystal egg exploding. Vernon was fried to a crisp, Dudley was half crispy, and Petunia was pinned to a wall and bleeding out. It wasn't in great detail, but they did die. It is part of the reason why he thinks he won't be accepted back into the lights fold. He thinks it's his fault they died.

Stardust of Orion: Thanks and yeah Harry is having a rough time. During his time at the Dursleys' in both the books and movies, I really didn't understand why he kept getting sent back there. As for the things with Nagini, I remember reading in someone else's story about being connected together, and in another how Harry and Voldemort could enter each other's minds. So I started to think about how to go about the connection between Nagini and Voldemort, after the movie where Harry had seen what Nagini had done to Arthur. It was actually fun putting Voldemort in Nagini's mind.

tdjs: Thanks, glad you liked the explanations and the chapters. I was on a roll the other day and just couldn't bring myself to stop. As for my research, yes you could say that. I wanted this story to have some kind of sense to it. I think quite a few people upon reading the first chapter thought a little farfetched. Well that was until I gave more of an explanation later on. Am glad however that I keep surprising you, I probably surprise others as well but they don't say so. As for his job, I thought it would be cool for him to be a ward maker. I know what you mean about Wand and Ward being close in spelling. As I had read back over it I realized I had thought the same thing XD I thought I had gone cross eyed when I read back to make sure I hadn't miss spelled it.

I always thought having different perspectives in a story let others know how the others saw things going. As for Narcissa, I always thought the same thing. She seemed like a loving person too, if it wasn't for other things seeming to hold that back. As for his relatives they are already dead I think I should have put greater detail into that it was not only over looked by you, but others as well. As for your spelling error it is okay I understood none the less. As for the nightmares in the fifth chapter, I agree with you. Bottling up stress, guilt, dark thoughts, and such is the wrong way to go about things because it only makes situations worse.

GariobRiva: Thank you, I'm happy you like the whole thing with the Malfoys'. As for the relatives, they passed on in the first chapter. If you would like I could set up a devious chapter of them being brought back so torture can happen XD. As for going back to Hogwarts I was thinking about it. He is still fourteen, and even though he went to the ministry and passed his Owls, I think I may have Narcissa convince him to go to school under a glamour or something to at least finish school. I might even have Voldemort make him go back XD I haven't really thought about how I might do that yet.

KK: Yes, I understand house fires isn't the best thing to sit around and daily in. Just remember that Harry is no longer human, his speed now is well beyond that of a normal person right now. Plus the room that had fire in it was minor, at the time. I understand within three to four minutes most of the immediate area is engulfed in flames, and several more minutes afterwards to cause the complete house to go up in flames. At this point as well Harry didn't know the feather weight charm yet. Grabbing the few things he did in a quick succession rather than grabbing a heavy trunk when he doesn't know the charm to lighten it is the best route. I thank you on your thoughts about it though, and maybe this will clear up a bit of confusion of his burning home, in the first chapter.

MayaCC: Yeah spelling and Grammar, not strong suits of mine. Thank you for reading though. I have had a couple people suggest a Beta reader already and I have been thinking about it, but not sure a want to.

Well that is all for now I hope you enjoy this next chapter and I look forward to things you have to say about it. Enjoy!

Things in the story you might want to know.

"Talking/ spells"

'Thinking/ sound affects/ Memories'

-Parseltongue-

.:Spells:.

Chapter Six- Reborn

Harry woke to that morning nervous and twitchy. He was going to see Voldemort today, and to be quite honest he didn't know how it was going to turn out. Most times he met the man it had ended with the two of them fighting. Osiris sat upon his shoulders and Nagini on the sofa in the watching the boy practically pace the floor. It had been a couple weeks since the Malfoys' had found out who he was. He was glad that they seemed to be okay with it and even went as far as wanting him to be more a part of their family then he already felt. But, now that the month was over they were expected to be at the dark lord manor before noon. Harry had his wings hidden away as well as his scales, tail, and ears. His eyes were glamoured to the steel grey color he'd used upon first meeting Lucius in Diagon Alley. Lucius and Narcissa thought it best to go this way, because they didn't think the dark lord knew of his other form. How he knew he was at their home was a mystery, then again they thought maybe it was because of Nagini's appearance that possibly caused it. They would see when they got there, though for now this was best until they knew more. Even though Voldemort had called for only him and Lucius, Narcissa had insisted that she go with them.

-If you pace anymore hatchling you will wear a hole in the floor- Nagini hissed out in a laugh.

-I can't help it Nagi' every time before now we have always fought… I just hope nothing goes wrong that's all-

-No need to fret master likes you-

-I don't have much faith in those words Nagi'. Besides I doubt there is anything that could change his mind about me being The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Not-Die- Harry bit out sarcastically.

-Come, now no need to be this way. If I say master liked you then he does- Nagini said it in a finality that clearly said not to argue. She was bound and determined to have him meet with her master, even if it meant swallowing him whole just to spit him back up on the floor of his manor when she got him there. She slithered up to him and he picked her up and placed her around his neck alongside Osiris, which both snakes seemed a bit crowded considering Osiris had grown quite a bit over the past few weeks.

Harry only sighed and looked over to the double doors as they opened to reveal Narcissa and Lucius each as equally nervous as he felt. Lucius walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder before Narcissa walked over and hugged him tightly. She pulled away and looked to Lucius who nodded, placing a hand on both their shoulders before, he apparated them both to Riddle Manor with him. When they landed in the foyer of the manor Harry wavered a bit unstable, before Lucius steadied him. When he was feeling better they noted the short fat man that Harry knew as Peter Pettigrew. Harry set a frown upon his face, his eyes narrowing on the short fat man. Anger welled up in him he hated this man so much for what happened with Sirius. Oh, yes he blamed Dumbledore for most of the issues, but Pettigrew was a friend that betrayed Sirius and his parents and handed them over willingly to save his own pathetic hide.

Peter looked to Harry and sneered, "What are you looking out boy?"

Lucius reacted before Harry could, "Orion Black is a visitor of the dark lords Pettigrew, and more than capable of taking on trash like you."

Pettigrew looked about ready to say something, but under Lucius's withering stare the man was easily cowed. Without another word Pettigrew ushered them to the room that held their lord, knocking tentatively as a soft answer followed not soon after. Opening the door Pettigrew stepped in with Narcissa, Lucius, and Harry behind him.

"M-my lord… Lucius and O-orion have showed, as well as Mrs. Malfoy," He said bowing to him.

"I can see that Pettigrew now out of my sight," Voldemort hissed.

At first Harry didn't know what to say, not that he would want to considering how nervous he was. Wormtail skittered out the door and left them alone with the dark lord. Nagini slid down from his shoulders and slithered over to the floating chair before she made her way up the back of it to dangle across the top of the chair and down next to her master. His long bony fingers stroking along her scaled head light with sharpened nails. His eyes were locked onto Harry's as the man seemed to make him feel as though he saw right through him, and it was making him rather nervous. Narcissa was behind him with a hand on the small of his back to give him courage, as Lucius stepped forward.

"You asked for us my lord?" He said going down on one knee. Harry reluctantly followed and Narcissa did so as well.

"I am curious Lucius… why did you of all people not seek me out the day I went missing. Surely you did not think me dead," Voldemort said as his eyes slid away from Harry and to Lucius.

"My lord, if I had known I would have-"

"Enough, you cannot talk your way out of this one Lucius. I had expected better of you," He hissed but did not use .:Crucio:. on him like he thought he would.

"I apologize, my lord," Lucius said but Harry could see the surprise on his face from his angle, which meant he'd expected to be as well.

After that it fell silent again and Harry felt that gaze upon him once more. He wasn't sure what the man was thinking or why he seemed to take such interest in him, but it was becoming unnerving. He swallowed thickly glad that his bangs shadowed his face away from view. Narcissa had liked his hair being long, and since Draco refused to grow his out Harry had become the perfect subject for Narcissa to have a bit of fun with it. His Hair was down except for two small braids that wrapped around either side of his head before meeting in the back to create one single braid. The place where the two braids connected was a hair clip in the shape of a dragon that lightly wrapped around the single braid.

"I came to my attention… That the day before Hogwarts was to start school up once more. That a mysterious creature showed up in Diagon Alley and made quite a bit of a fuss, that involved a couple by standers and two Hogwarts students. As to how I came about that information you will know in due time, however, I sent Nagini out to find this person two months ago," He trailed off and let it sink in.

Harry glanced over at Lucius who had paled, but he himself was sure that he was probably just the same if not more so. Nagini had been a trap made for Harry to walk into and like he always did he'd landed head first right into said trap without much of a fight. He'd thought it was funny that Nagini had come that day and she hadn't said much to him on the matter except for her asking questions that came to her mind and he'd answered truthfully. Yes she had said she'd come to speak with him on her master's behalf, but he didn't know the man had known about him since that day. Harry felt sick to his stomach suddenly and kept his head down, though he wanted to flee so badly now.

"This person not only came into the care of one of my most trusted, but also had some secrets he was keeping. Orion Black… you came up with quiet a good back story, one that would make any Slytherin proud. But that isn't entirely your name now is it… Harry Potter?" Voldemort said as his eyes stayed piercing on Harry's form.

Harry looked up wondering how the man knew, Nagini hadn't left the house the days that came after he'd revealed who he was. There had been no way for the man to know so how had he found out? Harry's heart was racing in his chest and he felt his whole being telling him to run and not look back. Before he moved however Lucius had grabbed Harry's wrist as if to restrain him. He glanced at the man subtly and noted said man looked determined to escape with him, loyalty to his lord, be damned. Lucius was loyal to his lord, but even for this man one false move could have him turning from him. Lucius had some strong beliefs of his own and since Harry was family to him he would fight for him like he would for Draco. Harry's heart slowed down and he calmed himself gradually with the courage he had gained from that simple gesture. He looked back to the dark lord who was looking at said man's hand on his wrist. Amusement was on his features and for some reason Harry didn't understand what the man was amused about.

Harry stood and Narcissa made a protesting sound at his actions, but nothing happened. Harry looked him straight in the eyes. That random courage he got from being around the man seemed to rear its little head as he stood there. Even though he was scared that small fear was squashed by the courage he suddenly had coursing through him. Voldemort's eyes narrowed, but he did not say a thing or move. The man wasn't all that intimidating in this form, and to be quite frank Harry didn't understand the fear he'd had moments ago. Yes, he was the dark lord but this body the man had right now was not intimidating in the least and judging by what his magic sensitivity told him, his power was weaker in this form and seemed to be leaking from him, as though it was having difficulty trying to stay in the man's body so it could be whole again.

"It would seem then I have no reason to hide from you then," Harry said taking his cloak off and letting it drop to the floor.

He waved his hand over his eyes and the left side of his face, to drop the glamour wandlessly and wordlessly. He hissed a word in parseltongue, to release the clasp on his ear, and shortly after he concentrated on allowing his wings, scales, and tail to appear to the man. His tail slipping out of the back of his black slacks as the spell that held it in a tattoo form was released. Slitted Avada Kedavra green eyes stared at blood red ones, as Harry stood proud and tail. The courage he'd gained the only thing keeping him from fleeing the room. Once everything was brought to the man's eyes Harry noted the appraising gaze as it slipped over his form now that all was revealed to his eyes. Black and white tipped wings flexed slightly behind him as he watched the man, if you could call him that, sit there and rake his eyes over his form.

"I must admit seeing you through someone else's eyes pales in comparison when seeing you with my own eyes as you are now," He said to Harry whose eyes widened. "Oh yes… the first time I saw you was through Barty Crouche's eyes, and then this past month through Nagini's eyes."

"Y-you mean…"

"Yes Harry I have seen quite a lot of your life with the Malfoys' including the night you were revealed to them," Harry wasn't so sure he liked any of this, but for some odd reason he wasn't bothered by it.

"The dark lord watches his nemesis sleep? Kind of out of character for you isn't it?" Harry said before he thought his words through. He wanted to slap his palm to his face at that moment, but since it was already out in the open he decided to just go ahead and let his Gryffindor courage to pull him along.

Harry blinked when he was amusement instead of malice slip over the man's features, "Yes quite."

"So you admit watching me sleep?"

"I neither admitted nor denied that, Potter… Or should I call you Black now? Either way it does not matter to me, for I do not wish to kill you. You see I found that having you with me rather than against me, is a lot more beneficial," Amusement still flickered in those eyes, "Oh yes, Potter I do not wish to off you. As a matter of fact I have a proposition for you, since it has come to my attention on a few things and I would like to induct you into my fold."

"You want me to become a death eater?"

Voldemort looked to Narcissa and Lucius, "Both of you will speak nothing of this am I clear?"

"Yes my lord," the both chimed before Voldemort continued. Obviously he was allowing them to hear what he was about to tell Harry. He didn't know why the man was allowing it, but he was so he wasn't going to argue that matter in the least.

"You will not be marked as a death eater, instead I want you to wear this," He pulled something from a drawer and dropped it onto the desk surface.

It was a large obsidian metallic ring on the inside of the ring was the symbol of the dark lord, possibly to keep it hidden from other people's eyes from seeing it. The same symbol that was burned into his death eaters left forearms. Even though he had said he hadn't wanted to mark him, he felt as though the man was trying to collar him now. His green eyes lifted from the item to Voldemort.

"You wish to collar me?"

"In a manner of speaking… yes."

"Why? When you can do the same with marking me."

"That is simple, because your mind would never be ready for it. This collar, as you put it, is to give you a bit more freedom then the normal death eaters. It will be a sign of your worth to our cause, and your status…"

"Great so does this make me your pet then?" He asked sarcastically, courage weighing into irritation.

Voldemort smirked, "In a way it might be, but then again maybe not. I will leave you to decide that."

Harry looked at him then the collar and didn't know if what the man had said was a hint to something or a warning. Either way Harry wasn't going to take it until he knew all that it did, "What else have you done to it?"

"I am glad you asked," He said once again stroking Nagini's head lightly, "This item works similar to the Morsmordre mark that the death eaters hold on the forearms. It will grow hot when I need you, but in yours it will not cause pain, just discomfort. It will also force apparate you if I choose to do so, not matter what you are doing. The collar will keep your secrets from others, and you will be unable to speak of your and my own to others, who do not know of them. It is why I let Narcissa and Lucius in here. I want them to key into this device to keep them bound to it as well, and I suspect that young Malfoy will be, needing to do so to. I will teach you the spell that will key him in when the time comes. Also this collar can hold glamours you can create for it, It can hold up to four, and you can save those glamours under a parseltongue word that will activate that specific glamour," Voldemort stated, "Know this Harry, this collar is a privilege… make me believe you deserve it and it will not become a binding one."

Seemingly satisfied with the answer Harry stepped forward and let his fingers glide over the cool metal, before picking it up. He looked to Voldemort, "It looks as though it snaps on but not off. How will I get it off?"

-Simple, speak open in parseltongue and it will do so- Voldemort said to him.

Harry clipped it close and spoke the words to make sure, and was satisfied when it did so. He placed it around his neck and clicked it in place, which was when Voldemort chose to speak, "Oh, I almost forgot the collar will also make you unable to lie to me when we speak to one another."

Harry's eyes went wide, "You bastard you tricked me."

Voldemort smirked, "Can't give you too much freedom now can I? On another note now that you have it on, it will also send a signal to this." He placed a ring on the table in front of him. "It will allow me to know when and if you are in danger. Your collar holds some protection wards, but it cannot defend you against more powerful spells. Finite Incantatem will be ineffective on any of your glamours, or other spells that the spell can get rid of, if you have any on your person. Also while you are angry, irritated, or any emotions of the like, are coming from you emotionally you will not be able to take it off regardless of the parseltongue word to open it."

Harry was still openly glaring at the man, and he knew the man had intentionally left out certain parts before giving him the damn thing and having him put it on. Harry closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, "You are a right bastard, you know that?"

"So I've heard."

Harry looked at him with a bemused look and Voldemort only smirked at him, "Right, of course you have…" He mumbled as he looked away.

"Now that, that has been dealt with we will move onto the next piece of business. My plans for this war have changed, thanks to you of course Harry. Your conversations with Nagini were most enlightening and got me thinking. You are right that there is no way to get rid of the muggles, so I decided to take another route. I will not be needlessly killing muggles, but even so I do not have to like them regardless of this change in plans," He hissed at Harry's smug look, "But I need you to be a part of a ritual Harry. I had planned on using you while you were still a part of the light, during the Triwizard Tournament, but you vanished before it could take place. Since you might be more inclined and willing to help I have decided to tweak the previous ritual and found it would be more powerful to have you co-operate rather than having it being forced."

"What would you have me do?" He asked curious now. He'd already decided to join the man if he'd give him the chance to, and since he had he'd resigned himself to whatever fate he would have now.

"I have the ritual area set up in the ball room, Pettigrew and Barty will be there to smooth the process along. Narcissa and Lucius will be able to attend if you wish," At that Harry nodded. "Good, go to the room now, Pettigrew should be waiting at the bottom of the stairs for you. I will be there shortly to tell you, your roll Harry."

Harry made an affirmation sound and turned to walk out of the room, pausing at the door for Lucius and Narcissa who left as soon as Voldemort dismissed them. He felt his nerves creep in on him again as soon as he was away from the room. His hands were trembling as the effects of his small burst of courage wore off. Before they could proceed to the stairs Narcissa pulled him into a fierce hug.

"What the hell were you thinking?"

"I'm sorry… I don't know what came over me…"

"He could have killed you Orion, I swear you have some very uncanny luck. Oh… I'm just glad you are all right," She said in his hair as she held him and Harry's features softened as he hugged her back.

"Come must not dally Narcissa the dark lord will not be long," Lucius said watching them with a fond smile on his features.

They nodded and started their walk to the stairs before descending them to the lower level of the mansion. As Voldemort had said Wormtail was at the base of the stairwell waiting for them silently as he shifted on his feet nervously. He led them to the ball room, and as the doors opened they noted rune like symbols on the floor of the area, and there were three other runes around the area as well. Two of the rune circles, had items in it. One had a bowl with some kind of ashen powder while another had a plate of some kind of ingredient. In the last circle was a cauldron. Harry's eyes drifted to the center of the huge rune, where a small mat sat with an empty bowl in front of it. He was studying the runes on the floor when the doors opened again to reveal a tall man with messy straw blond hair. His eyes were almost wild like and his appearance was bit haggard looking. His tongue darted out of his mouth a few times before his chocolate brown eyes landed on Harry, and his smile grew before wandering over to them.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Black," Barty said avoiding the boys last name.

"Your Crouch then right?"

"Please call be Barty and to be truthful I wasn't sure you would go through with any of this, but I'm glad you are," He smirked even wider that made Harry shiver slightly.

"Well If I'm to call you Barty then please call me Orion," Harry said to that man and Barty nodded, before he turned to the sound of the doors opening once again.

Voldemort floated in on his chair, Nagini still draped over the back of it as though she simply belonged there, and in all intents and purposes she did. He beckoned Harry over to him and spoke in soft tones to him about his job in the ritual. He was to carve small runes in his hands and in the middle of his chest with a small blade, Voldemort had handed to him. In parseltongue he was to chant a small incantation as he bled out on the small white mat. The wounds would automatically heal when the spell was done, Harry's dragon healing would be unable to get in the way of completing the ritual and that was what the blood carved runes were supposed to cause to make it stop. Harry swallowed thickly, he was used to pain, but it didn't mean he had to like inflicting it on himself. Breathing deeply Voldemort had Harry read the incantation and rune signs, several times before Harry was even ready to start the ritual off.

Harry had been reassured that he wouldn't bleed out to death, but he wasn't so sure he could believe it at all. Never the less he walked into the rune and kneeled down on the matt. Taking a deep breath he started to carve the runes into his left hand as he started the incantation, forcing himself not to whimper so he didn't mess the ritual up a she did so. He moved to the next hand as he continued chanting in parseltongue, though by the time he made it to the run for his chest his hands were shaking back enough that he'd feared he would mess up the rune. He'd forced his hands to steady as he carved the last rune. Once complete Harry put the blade down and held his hands out in front of him, palms up, he watched as blood trickled from either side of his hand, as he finished the last few sentences to the incantation. As he watched his blood leave him he noted that the bowl in front of him was slowly filling with his life's blood. Possibly being drawn to the bowl through some kind of magic Harry knew not of yet. He noticed something out of the corner of his eyes and glanced over to see Barty who had set a fire alight beneath the cauldron. Wormtail was holding the dark lords homunculus form in his trembling hands, before he dropped the dark lord into the cauldron when the water started to boil. As soon as he touched the water Harry watched in awe as the items on the outer area of the runes lifted into the air and over to the cauldron where they dropped into the boiling mix, along with the blood that had been bled from his body.

Harry didn't notice when the wounds had closed and he was scar free of the runes he'd carved into his flesh. He wavered and found himself sitting on his legs, his hands down at his sides feeling quite heavy and lifeless as he watched in fascination as dark tendrils of magic licked at the cauldron and they acted as though they were welcoming home a long lost relative. The magic gradually grew stronger, to the point it made Harry's mind swim and his body tremble. His sensitivity to magic causing the dark feeling of the man's magic to be much, much, worse than it did to most. His green eyes half lidded and misted over in fatigue and exhaustion. He watched as those tendrils grew in intensity and then exploded before settling as a form rose from the concoction in the cauldron.

He watched as pallor grey liquid appeared and solidified into skin, that looked stretched as the skeleton of the being was constructed. Snake like features showed up and Harry found himself a bit fearful of the look as he watched long bony flinger come up to run along the side of his face as he took a breath. It wasn't long after that, that the features changed once more giving the man a more human look, and his skin gained a bit of color to it. Black hair came forth from the bald skull, and it lengthened to his shoulders. When his eyes opened the eyes that stared straight at his wavering form, were still the crimson blood color they'd been before. He smirked as he climbed out of the cauldron, Barty placing a robe on their lord to hide himself from view.

Harry on the other hand had gotten a good view of the dark lord in all his naked glory. He was sure that if he wasn't so tired and daze by the man's magic he probably would have thought more about it, but he couldn't. It also didn't register in his mind the man before him looked like an older Tom Marvolo Riddle, though he resembled his mid-twenties rather than the seventy one year old dark lord he knew. A shiver raced down his spine as the dark lords magic wrapped around him like a vice, and he gave a small whimper to it. Dark red eyes locked on him before approaching him, not at all noticing the vial he'd taken from Barty as he approached. When he made it to Harry he was practically slumped where he sat. Voldemort crouched down to where Harry was and lifted the boy's chin before placing the opening of the vial to his lips.

"Drink Harry… It will replenish the blood you've lost," He said to him.

Harry shivered slightly, but none the less complied as the contents were poured down his throat. Once he was done he vanished the vile and lifted Harry bridle style into his arms. Narcissa looked ready to run to the boy as the dark lord carried him across the room, as he spoke to them. He told them that Harry would be staying the night at his manor and that they should go home for the time being. Before the dark lord even left the room Harry was already fast asleep unable to keep himself awake as his fatigue seemed to crush him. The rebirth had been successful, and his war would begin once more. For now however he needed to take care of his precious little dragon. He had many plans for him, and everything would come in due time. A little patience was all he needed and though the dark lord was not a patient man, he was willing to be so for the boy in his arms.

Next Chapter- Mischief Managed

Well everyone that is it for this chapter. Looking forward to your R&R's. See you all soon!