Soo here is my second chapter which was betaed by the wonderfull TwistedGrim. Thank you again. Hopefully you like it and please review.
Lucius looked down at the frail teenager lying on the bed. If he hadn't known his age, it would have been hard to guess it. The teen looked like a child. So small in comparison to the large bed. The dark green blanket showed how pale Harry really was, and made him look as though he were dead. Especially with the frightening stillness he had as he lay on the bed unmoving. With his black hair framing his head like a halo, he looked like a doll. A broken doll.
Lucius had been shocked. He hadn't expected to find The-Boy-Who-Lived in such terrible condition. Bloodied and unconscious on the side of the street in Privet Drive. A mix of good and bad luck on Lucius's part, his Lord had ordered him to kidnap the Potter-boy from his home, but had stipulated not to hurt him. He had thought it would take a lot of time before the boy was in a good location to grab, especially since he wasn't allowed to use too much force, as that would harm him, and the Dark Lord had been clear harm wasn't to occur. It was a strange order from his Lord.
o.O.o.O.o. Flashback o.O.o.O.o.
'Lucius, my faithful servant and friend.' came a voice from above him. Slowly Lucius looked up to meet the gaze of his Lord and good friend. In front of him stood a seemingly 25 year old Tom Riddle. His Lord only showed his true form to his friends, the inner circle. Because he knew that they would never betray him. But even though he was their friend, he was most of all their Lord, and they would follow him and do what he ordered them to do. The form of Lord Voldemort was for everyone he didn't see as friend. It was for the people that should fear him. Like the lower ranking servants.
'Yes My Lord?' Lucius was a bit confused as he stood there in front of Voldemort. It was late and normally Tom wouldn't call for him that late at night.
'Lucius I want you to get Harry Potter and bring him here. You will find him in Surrey, Little Whining, Privet Drive 4. He is not to be hurt, but if you must you can stun him. Nothing more. Is that clear?' Voldemort asked, but it was obviously an order.
'Yes My Lord.' Lucius said and bowed a bit. When he stood again fully he looked questioningly at Voldemort.
'You seem confused, Lucius.' said Tom as he saw Lucius expression.
'My Lord, if I may, why do you want him here unhurt? And for that matter, how can I get him? Isn't he protected by the blood wards?' asked Lucius.
'You see, Severus found a way to tell me where Harry Potter lives. He also told me that the blood wards don't really exist. One has to call that place home, but Harry Potter doesn't think of it as his home. And even if he did, we now share the same blood. I could easily get through them. As for why not to hurt him, that is only for me to know, for now. I'll explain it tomorrow for the Inner circle to know. Now go.' Tom ordered him.
o.O.o.O. End .o.O.o.O.o.
And now Lucius sat here, in a nice cosy armchair beside the bed of one Harry Potter, after taking care of Potters injuries. It was a long night, and tomorrow would be a long day. Hopefully his Lord didn't think he was the cause of all the injuries.
It was strange. Who would have hurt the boy in such a way? If he didn't know any better, he would say it was one of the low rank Death Eaters. However, they all were ordered to not hurt the boy, and if they had the chance, only use it to capture him. Nothing else. So who hurt Potter?
Lucius was startled out of his thoughts when suddenly the door opened and his Lord strode in. As he saw the boy on the bed he turned around and looked very angry with Lucius.
'Did I not tell you not to harm him?.' He asked, eyes flashing and nostrils flared.
'My Lord, it wasn't me. I found him like that on the side of the street.' Lucius quickly said. Now his Lord seemed confused, but that quickly changed to a mask of anger.
'Those filthy muggles' He spat out.
That only confused Lucius more. What was Tom talking about? 'My Lord? Tom, what do you mean?' he asked. Tom sighed.
'When I touched the boys scar in the graveyard I felt something strange. At first I didn't know what it was, but after he escaped and we came back here, I searched through my library. That boy, he´s connected to me. Through the scar I gave him all those years ago. In the following weeks I tried to find more information about it. And then the summer vacations came. Sometimes I felt immense pain and exhaustion roll over me, and that is when I tried to get into Potter's mind through the connection.' Tom explained.
'But Tom, that doesn't explain why he is injured.' Tom sighed again.
'Through the connection I could see parts of his thoughts and some things that happened to him.' At this his friend's face clouded with rage. 'Those muggles he lived with held him like some sort of slave! They punished him for things he didn't do. They hit him Lucius, they hit a magical child!' Tom told angrily.
'They did what?' asked Lucius stunned.
'Yesss' Tom hissed out. He was furious.
Lucius, still stuck in shock, noticed the time. 'My Lord, I think it would be best if we went to bed. Potter won't wake up until tomorrow.' He said. It was late and they both needed the sleep.
'You're right' Tom said, and looked around for Nagini. He found her on the bed beside Harry. /Nagini come. We're go to bed/ Tom said, but Nagini just stayed on the bed.
/I´ll stay with hatchling/ she told him. Tom lifted an eyebrow at that, but let her be.
/Don´t hurt him Nagini/ He told her and then left the room for some much needed sleep.