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Chapter 1

Voldemort looked at the orphanage thoughtfully. He had absolutely loathed living in the place as a child; in fact he hated it so much that even he wouldn't wish that life on his worst enemy. Yet, here he was with a small child barely old enough to walk, and very little power whatsoever. So it was with great reluctance that he brought the now-sleeping Haley Potter, and laid her on the steps to the orphanage for the owners to find in the morning. He conjured a letter with what little power he had left, and put it beside the child. All he had put in the letter was that her parents had recently died, and her first name, Haley.

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The next morning, Veronica Eering shouted in surprise when she opened the door to the orphanage to go for her morning jog before all the children woke up. Laying on the steps, wrapped in nothing but a small ragged blanket that looked burned in places, was a small baby girl who couldn't have been more than two years old. Next to her lay a letter, which Mrs. Eering immediately tore open, her eyes narrowing as she read.

To whom it may concern:
I would rather not do this, but unfortunately I have no other choice but to send this child to an orphanage. Her parents died last night in a terrible house fire, and I find myself unable to take care of the child. It is with great hopes that the orphanage will be kind to her; and not give her up for adoption, as I plan on collecting her again at the soonest time I can manage. Her name is Haley.

The letter was unsigned. Mrs. Eering stared disbelievingly at it for a second, before the girl woke up and started crying. Sighing, resigning herself to yet another child to take care of, the woman picked up the child and brought her into the orphanage, hoping that whoever had left the child would pick her up soon.

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4 Years Later

Voldemort was steaming with frustration. He had finally located one of his horcruxes, after several years of looking, but now he was in a major dilemma. How was he going to make a body for his spirit to inhabit? As soon as he merged with his horcrux, all his magic and energy had come back, but as a spirit there was little magic he could do. He had to find a body, fast, so that he could take the girl back from the orphanage.

If not for the girl, Voldemort would never have come back into the wizarding world until he was strong and powerful again. It wasn't that he was afraid, no, far from it. The problem was, everyone was on the alert for Voldemort. Before, he'd had the element of surprise. Now he had only his powers, which were quite exceptional. Unfortunately for Voldemort, he could not find a single mind worthy, in his mind, to be taken over or enough magically endowed to make him a new body. Frustrated to the point of screaming, Voldemort headed for the orphanage, just to see how the girl was faring.

What he found when he reached the orphanage made him doubt whether sending the girl to the place was the right course of action. At first, she seemed fine, other than the fact that she played by herself more than the other children. Then out of nowhere, the girl clutched her right eye, where her scar was, and started screaming and crying. Voldemort came into the orphanage, knowing the muggles wouldn't see him, and floated over the girl, wondering what on earth was happening. Then the girl started emitting her aura, something that again, the muggles couldn't see, and when the aura touched Voldemort's spirit, he was suddenly transported.

He could see what the girl was seeing; which was her brother, Harry Potter, being beaten by a huge man. The man was shouting obscenities and throwing a huge temper tantrum, watched by another, very pudgy boy. But the other boy wasn't frightened, far from it. He watched with eager eyes, and laughed when the smaller boy cried out, pleading his 'uncle' to stop. If Voldemort had still had blood running through him, the scene would have made his blood boil.

After all, it was one thing to torture muggle children, or mudbloods, but a wizarding child, even a half-blood, being tortured by a mere muggle, was against everything Voldemort stood for. Besides the fact that Child Abuse was the most punishable offense in the wizarding world, because child abuse could mess up the magic of the child, make it unstable and unsafe, thus ruining the child's magical potential, sometimes even driving the child insane. As for little Haley, it was obvious that she could feel the pain that Harry was feeling, as well as watch it happen.

This fact out of everything else made Voldemort the angriest. He wanted this powerful girl at his side, but if she were emotionally scarred from this, perhaps even her magic suffered from this, all of his efforts would be for naught. But when Voldemort tried to stop the muggle, he found that he had no power, and soon after Voldemort found himself back in the orphanage, staring at Haley, who had finally stopped screaming, though tears were still flooding down her face.

It was at that moment, when something changed inside of Voldemort. Seeing the two children he had thought to kill being tortured, watching as they suffered, it brought him no happiness. He wasn't indifferent, he was angry; his anger blossomed until he saw the tears running down the girl's face and something changed. His heart began to stir for the first time in his life. Something about the girl was so powerful that it changed the most stubborn, hardest, coldest of hearts ever known to the world. It was that day, that Voldemort found love. He began to understand, just the tinniest bit, why the Old Fool was so adamant that love was the greatest power on earth.

The day later found Voldemort wandering the streets of Muggle England, thinking. He could not explain the feelings he'd felt, seeing the children suffer, watching the girl cry afterwards. It had made him want to scoop her up and tell her that everything was going to be alright. To whisper to her the stories of Old, when magic was dominant. Tell her that he was striving for that world again, so that what was happening to her brother would never happen again.

It was these thoughts and more that distracted him from the change that was taking place within him. He finally noticed as the sun began to set. He stood atop a hill, watching the sun go down, and his final thought was that he'd never seen a more beautiful sight in the world. Then the entity that was known as Voldemort died forever, being replaced by something, someone much better, healed in spirit. He would not know this until much later, but all of his horcruxes, even the one inside little Harry Potter, detached from their containers and filled his soul again, making it whole, healing it, his feelings changing it. His spirit had changed, and in this change his magic had made a body, much different than he had been before.

He woke up lying on the ground. He immediately realized that he was once again in a body. Tears sprung to his eyes, he was so filled with joy. He felt his face, enraptured with the sensation of skin on his fingers. He looked around for something reflective. He saw something glinting at the bottom of the hill. It was a small shard of glass, as if from a mirror. He tried to see himself in it, but it was too small. He then wandered the streets until he found a reflective surface off of one of the shops and stood there, staring at his new body.

His body was that of a fifteen year old boy, and his appearance could not be any more different than his old self. He had sandy brown hair that lay flat on his skull, barely standing up at all. He had a long face with a long chin and small nose, and he was gratified to at least recognize his trademark lipless mouth. His body was that of an average teenage boy, not too big or too small; he seemed to be a little above five feet. But the most changed thing about his appearance was his eyes. They were not red or snake-like at all; rather they had changed into replicas of Haley's right eye, a soft gold.

The former Dark Lord looked at himself and realized that he was no longer Voldemort. He wasn't Tom Riddle or Marvolo or Voldemort or the Dark Lord. He was just himself, changed. But with his own change, he wanted to change the world. Dumbledore would want to stop him; after all the Old Fool wanted things to stay the way they were. But no, the former Voldemort still wanted domination of the wizards, for Muggles easily outnumbered them all, and if the wizards remained in hiding for much longer, the muggles would catch up to them and be able to find them, and kill them. This, he could not let happen. So he still had his plans in action, but with different motives behind it. "I won't be Voldemort anymore," he whispered to his reflection. "But I am still deadly… the deadly hunter of Muggles. My name is Voaurak!" he whispered to himself, and then his eyes widened as a silver glow encased him for a second, his new aura.

A/N: Well… this chapter got a little carried away, don't you think?! It literally wrote itself. WOW! I definitely was not expecting that. Were you guys? I don't think so. Man, these stories just have a life of their own. So I will do some explaining: Voaurak means 'deadly hunter,' I don't know what language though, I just looked it up online… 'Voar' means deadly and 'Aurak' means hunter so I put them together as Voaurak. His name was the only thing I planned in this chapter, literally. It is pronounced "voah-oh-rack."
Another thing I'll explain since it isn't very clear: Voaurak is no longer straight evil, but he is not completely good either. He still wants Wizard Domination, he's just going to go about it in a different way, plus his reasonings have changed as well. And Dumbles won't be evil, just on the other side of the conflict. Dumbles wants everything to stay the same, indeed wants Harry to kill Voldemort eventually, and if Harry dies of that, well oh well it's all for the 'Greater Good.' But Voaurak recognizes the threat that Muggles can be on good ol' wizarding folk, being half-blood himself.