As I told you , Chapter 1 did indeed come out quick.

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Disclaimer : Obviously I'm not JK Rowling and I don't own Harry Potter (wish that I could XD) nor any character and place that JKR created and all the normal stuff blah blah so yeah READ AND REVIEW!

Well enough babbling here is Chapter 1!

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Chapter 1 : The Golden Mask

Marvolo Mansion 1986

"Hey you! Neville! Follow closer! We don't want potions lab to get wrecked again" Lucius Malfoy yelled at his students. He glanced around to see Harry staring at him.

"What's wrong Harry?" He was especially wary of Harry as Voldemort favoured him and Lucius wanted to stay on his Lord's good side.

"Sir, I'm done already and I was wondering what I could do." This kid is great at potions, Lucius thought as he walked towards Harry to check his cauldron. Sure enough, the Confusing Draught was brewed perfectly.

"Fill the vial up with the potion and you are excused for the day." Other students glanced up in surprise at the speed Harry had completed the complex potion. They quickly glanced back at their own potions to prevent mistakes as that would cause the entire cauldron to empty magically and they would have to redo the whole thing. Harry glanced up and waved goodbye to his classmates and walked into the long halls of Riddle Manor's training section. He heard footsteps behind him and turned around abruptly.

"The Dark Lord tells you to meet him in his chambers", Lucius poked his head out from the door and looked at him directly into his emerald eyes, "Congratulations." Harry's eyes brightened and turned around again, his long robes flowing behind him. What happened that let Lucius congratulate him? As he pondered over his thoughts, Harry walked over to his chambers and put his potion books on his bookshelf. He was leaving when he noticed a dark blue colored robe on his bed and a note.

Harry,

Wear these robes to meet the Dark Lord,

you'll look dashing in these.

Love, Bella

PS. You HAVE to wear them

He immediately tried on the new robes. They fit perfectly and felt smooth and silky on his skin. Harry pocketed the note and strode out the door towards the Dark Lord's reception chamber. He couldn't contain his excitement and curiosity and burst into the room without knocking once.

Voldemort and Bellatrix were having a deep conversation before a excited boy smashed through the doors and bounded into the room. Any other Death Eater would have immediately felt the Crucio curse until he was half dead, and then the Dark Lord would have killed him. But this was no normal Death Eater, this was Harry, the keystone to all their future plans.

"Father! Bella! Why did you call me in here!" Harry beamed up at them.

"Harry, be quiet for a few more moments as I finish up strategizing!" The Dark Lord glared down at the six year old, it was a glare that would have most people grovelling at his feet, but this particular child ignored it and pouted at him. Pouted at him! He was the most feared Dark Lord in a century for Merlin's sake. The nerve of this child, Voldemort thought, but it does look quite endearing. For a couple of seconds Voldemort actually thought more like a human instead of an emotionless monster.

"My Lord?" Voldemort looked up and realized he was staring at Harry with Bella watching. He immediately straighten up and replied to Harry.

"Fine. We'll talk about your stuff first, since it is also equally important. Bella, bring the gift." Bella nodded and walked towards a sofa ladened with wooden boxes. She picked up the topmost one with intricate carvings of serpents on the ebony box. Her fingers held it tight, afraid to drop it, as it was the boy's most precious gift to date. Voldemort beckoned with his hands and Bella handed it over, putting down the handsomely decorated box on his hand. He leaned forward and looked at Harry.

"Harry, Lucius and Bella tell me you have been excelling in your classes and passed my expectations. Your level of competence in all areas have hit a level to where I would like to give you a gift. Harry, you must know that your are the first to reach this level of skill and so you will be rewarded. This gift will change your world. Open it." Harry was hesitant, but when Bella gave Harry a look that was like you-better-open-it-or-you're-screwed, he reached up and plucked the box from Voldemort. The Dark Lord leaned back on his chair and chuckled. Tentatively, he slid open the wood top and he gasped out loud. There was a golden mask inside that conformed to his face when he placed it on.

"There are many charms placed on the mask to protect you and give you enhanced hearing and eyesight when you want it. Also, I believe the mask is golden, which indicates that I chose you, to become the leader of the squad." Voldemort looked at the boy. "You know what I'm talking about right?"

"Is it the Death Legion or something like that?" Harry whispered, scratching his head.

"Indeed. When all your friends achieve your level of skill right now, they will also become members of the Legion, but you Harry, you will be their leader."

"Is that why my mask is golden? What are other mask colours?" Harry ran over to the stack and tried to open many of them, but none would budge.

"Tsk tsk. Harry you should know better than now, don't go around opening other peoples gift! But if you must know, my Lord has charmed them to only open to your touch and his, so that no curious Death Eater would open them accidentally." Bella looked at the young child and smirked at him. "It also matches your dark blue robe. You look handsome" Harry giggled at the thought that he was handsome. "What should you say to your father?" Bella inquired Harry.

"Oh Father! Than… I mean, I deserve this. I earned this." Harry said the last sentence with vigor. Voldemort smirk approvingly at Harry when Harry caught his own mistake. He had long taught them to not thank him. Before, they kept thanking him for every small thing he did or gave them, as they heard Lucius and Bella both thank him for stuff. The Dark Lord felt that it was so annoying and finally told them the reason to stop thanking him. He told them one day, "Kids. I do not require your thanks, do you know why? Everything here is earned, not given."

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Alright guys! End of the first official chapter! What will happen to our young Harry now?

Thank you for reading and plz review!

Don't know when chapter 2 will come, but soon, probably within the week!

P.S. Tell me if Voldemort, Bella, or Lucius get out of character to help me improve this fanfic!

Oh, and if you are wondering why Voldemort said "Death Legion" but the title is "Dark Legion", don't worry, it is no typo...