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"Well Potter how are you feeling?" Severus Snape asked as he approached the bed.

"Sore." came the quit reply, Harry was not completely awake yet.

Snape hand the boy potion, "drink this it will help."

Seeing Harry's distrustful glare, Snape held up a hand to stall any questions, complaints, and/or arguments Harry Potter might have. "Before you say anything to embarrass yourself, I am going to give you the information I think you need to know at this point in time." Snape sneered at Harry as the boy crossed his arms and huffed angrily.

The brat can suffer a little longer. Snape thought cruelly.

"First, we burned those rags you were wearing, because they are not fit for the Dark Lord's son. Second, you are presently residing in the Malfoy's home, so you will be courteous to everyone in the house. Third, you will be taught the dark arts, the art of torture and your new duties as the Dark Lord's son. Forth, if you attempt to hex, kill, run away, or cause any damage to yourself or anyone else without permission you will be severely punished. Is that understood?" Snape asked with a glare at Harry.

Harry was speechless, " . . .the dark lord's son?" he managed to whisper.

"Yes the Dark lord's son. After careful deliberation the Dark lord has decided that instead of hunting you down and giving you a painful death he is going to adopt you as his son and heir. Now the door to your left is your private bathroom and the door to you right is your closet. You will wear the clothes that we have chosen for you, and we will choose your clothes until you get a fashion sense and when we will have guests. Now you . . . WILL NOT EVEN THINK OF SPEAKING WITH OUT PERMISSION!"
Snape raise his voice as Harry was about to comment on something, taking a deep cleansing breath Snape continued, "Now you will go to the bathroom and get ready for dinner and keep in mind that the Dark lord shall be dining with us tonight."

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After a nice long shower Harry picked up the neatly folded clothes that his potions professor had left him. Harry frowned a bit as he remembered Snape's blatant insult to his sense of fashion.

I have a wonderful sense of fashion it's not my fault the Dursleys never let me get nor wear proper clothing. Wow, these are really nice! I think I might like being here. No! Bad thought! These people are the enemy, got to remember that.

Harry smiled at the shirt he was holding up before getting dressed.

Harry was now wearing a pair of pitch black jeans and a black sleeveless shirt. A long cape hung from his shoulders, in was held together in the front by a silver snake pendent with emerald eyes. Snake wrapped around a sword was sown into the back of the cape in silver. He also wore black leather boots with silver buckles.

Harry couldn't help but smile at his reflection in the mirror before alerting his potions professor that he was ready.

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Snape led Harry from the room and into a dark corridor. The walls in the dark hall were uncomfortably close together and the ceiling, if there was one, disappeared into the darkness.

They went down a flight of stairs, turned right at a landing, went down a hallway and up two fights of stairs before they emerged into a brightly light hall.

Harry paused to look around, he saw that the walls were lined neatly with portraits and statues of various species of snake. Two Asps were busy arguing over weather baby birds or baby cats tasted better. Harry hissed a greeting to the asps, but they just ignored him. A near by statue of a viper turned its head and stared first at professor Snape then at Harry.

/Ah, you must be the new snake speaker. The master has informed us of you/ The viper hissed.

Harry, curious as to what information he could gather from the viper smiled and hissed /Good day! May I have the pleasure of knowing your name/

/Yes, you may, it is Gwen. what is your name/

/My name is Harry Potter. you are very beautiful statue, who made you/

/Liotta, was my maker. You remind me of him./

/Oh, really, how so/

/You look and sound like him. Is it permissible to call you Liotta/

/Yes, that would be fine with me Gwen./

"Potter! Keep moving." Snape yelled when he realized that Harry was no longer following him. Harry jumped in surprise as he had forgotten about his professor.

Quickly he hissed /Sorry Gwen, I must leave now./ he hissed regretfully/Hunt well/

/Hunt well, Liotta./ Gwen repeated the traditional farewell of snakes.

"Potter, come here now!" Snape snapped irritably.

Smirking harry responded sweetly, "Yes, Snaple I'm coming."
Snape paused and stared at Harry as if he were insane as the brat passed him and went into the dinning room.

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Harry paused and gazed at the ridiculously long table. At first glance Harry thought it was made from a single black marble slab, but as he approached the table Harry realized that the table was actually made of glass. It was a black with some silver mist that swirled lazily inside the glass that gave the table its appearance of black marble.

The chairs were made a deep cherry wood with the dark mark outlined in silver on the backs.

"Potter sit here." Snape ordered.

Harry nervously sat in the chair Snape indicated. It was at the far end of the table away from the door. Harry noticed as he sat that his name was carved into the chair, just above the dark mark.

Snape glared at Harry, " The Dark lord will sit here at the head of the table. You will be silent and obedient. You shall not attack, insult, nor any foolish attempts at escaping. for you shall quickly find out that every Death eater will not be opposed to hexing you for it.
Since this is the day of your adoption every death eater of any importance shall be here, along with their offspring.

"Also, when you are asked a question you will answer honestly and completely. You will be polite, respectful, and most importantly you will call the Dark lord Father. Is that under stood?"

"Er, Yes sir." Harry automatically responded.

Giving a kurt nod Snape went over to a closet that had just appeared and removed an old wooden chair. Placing the chair behind and slightly to the left of Harry's chair Snape sat down and waited.

It was not long before the death eaters started to trickle in. As each person crossed the threshold into the room name appeared above their spot at the table. Soon every chair but four was filled.

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(A/N) no body reviewed sniff, sob, cry but I still write for my Psyco-I-a-trist.

You need to learn to spell that word.

Leave me a lone Steve! runs off crying.

Steve dang-it she has enough problems without you being mean to her.

Steve looks sad. Sorry Raven.

Don't apologize to me go find Izza.

Yes, Raven

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