Warning: GreyHarry!,SaneVoldemort!,ManipulativeDumbledore!,WeaselyBashing!(Just Ron,Ginny,Molly,and Arthur?),Mentions of Abuse, Slash, Yaoi, Foul-Language.

Summery: Voldemort thought he knew Harry Potter. That is until he broke the wards. Voldemort sees Harry in a new 'light' and steal him away from his abusive home. What happens now? Only time can tell.

Pairing: Voldemort/Harry (The only OTP!)

Rated: 18+ (NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG OR SENSITIVE EYES)

A/N: I write in erratic bouts of madness so don't expect this story to be grammatically correct, and/or worded correctly. In other words be prepared to see mistakes as well as random story edits in the future.

Disclaimer: I do not claim to own the HP series. All rights and acknowledgments for the characters and certain situations not deemed from my own mind go to the rightful author of the Lady Miss J.K Rowling.

~-XxX-~ ~-Bent, But Not Yet Broken-~ ~-XxX-~

~-XxX-~ ~-Chapter 4-Part 1: Truths Revealed. Impressions Broken.-~ ~-XxX-~

(Harry POV-3rd Person)

Harry propped himself with some pillows as his body was still weak from the magical healing and from the past malnutrition, starvation, and bodily injuries. He looked around the room absently in his wait for Voldemort to return. The room was 'classically' done in Slytherin green and silver with snake-like accents. From what Harry could see from the large four-poster bed, there was several filled book cases, a fireplace, a couch, and several armchairs strewn lazily about the room.

Harry entertained himself by pondering what to call the Dark Lord. Truthfully Harry didn't want to call the Dark Lord by his alias or his given name of Tom since the man hated it. Harry knew that the name reminded him of his muggle father who abandoned him. Harry knew this because of Dumbledore little 'lessons' he gave him where he viewed memories of the young Tom Marvolo Riddle, and his 'diary' in second year (Which Harry believes to be something other than the 'memory' Dumbledore claimed it to be). Harry pondered on what to call the Dark Lord. Harry wondered if maybe the man would let him call him Vol or Mors.

He heard the door open and close, and immediately smiled at Voldemort who came in caring a tray laden with tea, milk, sugar, and porridge. Harry almost chuckled at the picture he made. He never thought that he would be catered to whist in the 'Dark' Lord's domain. His amusement must have shown for the man asked him what was so humorous.

"Nothing really. I just thought that this whole situation is quiet funny. My supposed enemy has come to my aid whist my supposed allies would just sit back and watch my suffering," He shrugged. The man frowned a bit in contemplation as he propped the tray in his lab.

"Yes...I was meaning to ask you about that in fact. Why had Dumbledore allowing this to happen?" Voldemort intoned whist gesturing to him.

"hmm," Harry hummed in thought. He didn't know how to really answer the mans question since Dumbledore isn't really allowing it more like manipulated it to occur. Harry poured himself and Vol (as he was now calling him in his mind) some tea, and drank deeply from his cup.

How to explain...maybe he should bring up their shared pasts as an example...no that would not bode well for him. The man was still a 'Dark' Lord after all and he would prefer not the be held underneath the mans Crustius again for daring to know of his less then pristine past. He'll just state what he knows. "The lemon drop eating bastard doesn't just allow the abuse he put me there on it's doorstep the night my parents dropped dead. I figure he placed me there to be more susceptible to his manipulations, and a sort of blank slate to the whole wizarding world business."

He could tell the 'Dark' Lord was a little more than shocked at his callus remark about his parents deaths (he was a little bit shocked as well but figured it was because he was probably desensitized to the casual remarks about his parents by now. He hadn't really known them after all, so why should he be upset at their mention so causally even if it does remind him about his orphan status in the world), and the casual mention of being manipulated by the old goat.

"I didn't know anything about the wizarding world, the last war, how my parents died, or that I was even a wizard until Rebuses Hagrid came and told me because my relatives," Harry spat the word as if it were a curse," kept burning my letters, on Dumbles orders of course, so that Hagrid would come and delude me to see Slytherin as evil as well as all dark wizards and creatures so that he was absolutely sure I would go to Gryffindor, get a black and white point of view, and become trapped in his manipulations as golden boy poster boy of the so called hypocrites of the light side."

Harry sipped his tea a bit and ate a bit before he continued. "Nobody on either side ever asked my options on magic. Magic to me is just magic. Light? Dark? Good? Evil? I don't believe their is such a thing. Yes there is good. Yes there is evil. But it isn't always about what is good, what is right, what to do or what not to do. To what extent does magic play into such a thing? What of lesser or greater evils? What of lesser or greater goods? It means nothing to the whole. Nothing to the magic of the natural order of things. To me when I look at the Light and the Ministry I see only naivety and hypocrites while to the Dark I see extremists and chaos -though what I know of the Dark ideals is only what the Light knows -or wants me to know-, and I can only see so much when I try to look underneath the underneath of word of mouth from both your followers and from the Light."

The Dark Lord starred at him blankly for a moment before he got up from his seat. "I'll have to think on this for awhile. I'll leave you to eat," Vol quickly went to the door, but paused in the doorway to add," I'll bring you some books on what the dark side's ideals and reasons for those ideals really are."

Harry watched as he left and fell back onto his pillows with a huff, wondering when everthing became so confusing.

To be Continued...

End Part 1 of Chapter 4. Posted 8/15/2016.