Pairing/s – HP/Dark!OMC, LV/Nagini

Warnings - Manipulative Dumbledore, Intelligent!Independent!Dark!Evil!Harry, Major Light bashing, Alternate Universe, Original Character (But she's really just like a Fem!TMR), Mentor Voldemort, Mother Nagini

Disclaimer -If I owned Harry Potter, Hedwig, Fred, Snape, and Dobby would not have died and Harry wouldn't be Dumbledore's man; he'd be independent and smart. Oh and Harry would be in Slytherin. So it's owned by J.K Rowling.

::Parseltongue::

Chapter One: Home

Within the walls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore was in panic as he looked to the tools that allowed him to keep track of the wards around Number Four Privet Drive and Harry Potter. It seemed that today, along with the last two months, were not his days. The wards had fallen and Harry Potter had disappeared. There wasn't many things that could cause those wards to suddenly fall from full power. The wards were blood wards and as long as Harry Potter and Petunia Dursley lived at Number Four Privet Drive the wards would remain. It was impossible for them to have fallen so quickly; for them to suddenly fall like they had. Harry would have had to have died. The very same night the blood wards had fallen, the Headmaster headed to Privet Drive to search for where the boy had disappeared to. Instead, he had found some rather shocking information. It seemed that the boy's idiotic Uncle had beaten him to death and then dropped his body off in some Muggle town, leaving him there.

Albus knew putting the boy into a home like that was dangerous; but he was positive that the boys magic would protect him from dying, keep him alive enough to be discovered, at least. Dumbledore drummed his fingers against the table as he sucked thoughtfully on his "lemon drop", a muggle candy he had become rather fond of over the years. He was displeased with things had turned out with Harry Potter. The boy was suppose to become his weapon against Lord Voldemort. There was only one choice he would be able to do. He would have to spin a tale on what happened to Harry. He would have to the press, the public, that the boy was missing. Then, he would slowly make the world believe Neville Longbottom was the Chosen One.

The key in making Harry submissive to authority, desperate for positive reinforcement, and easily susceptible to a good 'guilt trip' was having him live with the Dursley's. Horrible Muggles that should have never be left alone with a Wizarding child or adult, but would only be his success in controlling and manipulating the boy into the perfect Savior the Wizarding World needed. If the boy was still alive and growing up on the streets; it would only harden him and make him a rebel. Dumbledore need to be confident that Harry would see him as his own personal savior. He couldn't let Sirius out of Azkaban yet. He wouldn't need the Black Lord yet, not until the perfect moment.

Albus Dumbledore's mind raced with different possible outcomes that he could do with different people he could use. The thought of using Remus Lupin, the best friend of James Potter, and a werewolf that depended on him indefinitely crossed his mind. Mr. Lupin would be useful in leading the team. He had been easily manipulated when he was young, counting on him for everything. As his parents had wanted nothing to do with the infected child and later teenager. The werewolf also acted as if he owed him for letting him come to school with the rest of the witches and wizards. Yes, The Werewolf will lead the search for the Potter child. Dumbledore mused to himself as he tossed another lemon drop into his mouth. A pleased twinkle entered his eyes as he began to hum a mindless tune to himself.

Over the months of being away from his horrid relatives, Harry had come to love being with Nagini. She always made sure Harry ate at every meal time and began to strength himself by exercise. Already there was a difference. He was taller, from healthy meals and nutritional potions that were in a stasis. She was teaching him how to read and write properly, which came surprisingly easy to Harry, who was already reading extremely well. Harry was a quiet, thoughtful and well behaved child so Nagini was shocked when she woke up to Harry calling for her.

"Nagini!" Harry called out with a hint of frustration. "Nagini!" He called again. His tone was shocked, frustrated and rather displease.

::What is it little one?:: Nagini hissed out as she slithered down the hallway towards the library, where Harry usually spent most of his time, unless he was exercising like she had told him. When Harry had inquired as to why he needed to exercise, Nagini had simply explained that wizards and witches were rather lazy, and depended on their wands and magic to do almost anything. With learning to stay fit and defend himself, he'd be able to surprise his opponents, should it ever be needed.

When Harry walked into view, Nagini couldn't help but release what sounded like a chuckle. Harry glowered at Nagini, his expression displeased and annoyed. And Nagini could understand why. His black hair, that was once silky and messy, was now a vibrant, neon shade of pink and had grown two inches. Nagini gave another hiss that suspiciously sounded like a giggle.

::Nagini...how do I change it back?:: Harry demanded with a raised eyebrow. Nagini couldn't help but give a snake like grin. Young Harry reminded her so much of Tom when he was Harry's age, that it left a hollow ache in her heart at the thought. If she wasn't positive Harry Potter was James Potter's son, she'd have thought Tom was his father.

::While Little Raven what where you doing before this happened?:: Nagini questioned with curiosity as she slithered closer to the young boy.

::I fell asleep while reading. I was dreaming, and in my dream the world was pink, like the hideous color my hair is:: Harry replied with grimace of distaste as he looked at his locks and shuttered. He hated any vibrant colors. He much liked darker colors, like dark blue, dark green, dark red, black, dark gray and brown. Anything brighter made him nauseated.

::Well little Raven you should try simply wiling your hair to be black again.:: Nagini suggested with a snake like smirk as she watched the boy. She knew how much he despised colors like pink, yellows, oranges, whites, bright blues and bright greens.

Harry took a calming breath as he tried not to rage at the disgusting color his hair was. How could his once silky raven locks turn into neon pink by just a dream? He wondered. He breathing began to even as his eyes fluttered close. He concentrated on remembering what his hair color looked like, how the silky locks felt and how short his hair was. As he continued to concentrate on how his hair use to be, he felt a strange and peculiar tingling in his scalp. It was like pins and needles, when you're arm or foot has fallen asleep, except it wasn't uncomfortable.

His eyes fluttered open as the pleased hiss that emitted from Nagini. ::Well my Little Serpent it seems that you are a Metamorphmagus:: Nagini stated with a smirk that only a snake could make. ::It is rare to discover a Metamorphmagus. There are only one or two every generation. Before you ask, a Metamorphmagus is an individual that can change their appearance at will. They, after some practice, could even change their whole body structure into that of another person, and perhaps over time, even animals. But that will many years of practice.:: Nagini explained patiently.

::Well...:: Harry mused with a tilt of his head and a curious glint in his eyes. ::That's interesting. I should continue practicing this ability. Perhaps over the next few years I'll be able to use this ability quicker and without a thought.:: Harry could see many possibilities that this gift could give him and he couldn't wait until he finally was able to use it without such concentration.

::Yes, that sounds like a good idea.:: Nagini stated with a nod of her head. ::This ability could be very helpful in the future Harry. But it will take time and won't come so easily as you have to learn everything about being a Metamorphmagus, not just the little things if you wish for a true grasp of it.:: Nagini warned as she looked at her charge. She had become quite close to the boy and considered him someone she would protect with everything she had, should the time occur. She didn't know how he did it, but his charismatic nature drew her in, much like Tom had.

Harry nodded at her warning, knowing he would have to look in the large library for books that contained any information on Metamorphmagus' so he could begin his more in depth studying. Looking away from Nagini, he stared in the mirror's reflection that hung on the wall. His mind raced with ideas that he could try, before turning to Nagini. ::Nagini, would you be willing to tell me what looked like when you were human?:: Harry asked with a polite and soft tone. He cared about the animagus witch. Even though he had a hard time believing that he could actually care about someone other than himself. He had learned early on that there was only you, and you alone, that you watched out for. But he found himself caring for Nagini.

Nagini seemed to hesitate for a moment, before finally giving in. ::I had dark, unruly brown hair. It was silky to the touch and fell down to my shoulders. My eyes were an ocean blue, much like the Caribbean in the early morning. My eyes were almond shaped, like yours and I had pale, creamy skin.::

Harry nodded as he imaged what Nagini looked like. ::And Marvolo?:: He inquired curiously. ::What did he look like?::

Nagini gave a small snake like smile. ::My Marvolo looked shockingly like you. The only difference between the two of you was his features were sharper. His hair was black in color and much neater and silky. Strands of hair tended to fall into his face and his eyes, his eyes were a brilliant lime green, that turned a grassy green when he was angry or upset.:: Nagini said with a hiss like sigh. Oh how she missed him.

Harry nodded and turned to look back into the mirror. Instead of closing his eyes, he look in his reflection and envisioned what Nagini had described Marvolo as. He watched in fascination as his features sharpened. He silently watched as his hair became neater and the color changed to a dark brown and also grew an inch, hanging at his chin. He kept his eyes the same Emerald/Avada Kedavra green, that changed color depending on the mood he was in. Nagini had mentioned how much she loved to look at his eyes and he didn't want to change them either.

::Oh my…this is an interesting development. My Raven this is truly remarkable.:: Nagini hissed out in pleasure. ::You look like a true and proper Heir. Do you like your name Harry?:: Nagini questioned with interest.

Harry gave a sneer; the clear displeasure was shown on his features at the questioned. His name, he hated his name. It was so...common. ::It's common.:: He stated with a shake of his head.

::I've been thinking this over for the last few days. You will have to go to Hogwarts as Harry Potter. But among our own, among the Death Eaters you will be known as someone else. Like Marvolo is Lord Voldemort and I am Lady Nagini, you will be our Prince. I was named Nagini after the Naga Demon Blood I have. Marvolo is Lord Voldemort not only because it's an anagram for his full name but because Voldemort means Flight of Death.:: Nagini remarked with a snake like shrug, if there was such a thing. Harry wasn't sure if there was, but Nagini seemed to be able to do things most snakes should have found impossible to do.

::I want a name that means something, that has a name of power to it.:: Harry began with a thoughtful tilt of his head. ::I want a name that means I'm yours.:: He finished as he looked to Nagini.

Nagini gave a small hiss of agreement. ::Then I shall find one.::

Harry remained in his new appearance as he and Nagini made their way into the Library. Nagini had mentioned the first time he had come to Riddle Manor that it was important to discover and learn everything there was about magic, and so she had taken him to Marvolo's library where Harry had remained most of the time since he had started living there.

The walk from the hallway to the library was short. The two companions used this time to talk about Hogwarts and Death Eater. ::Yesterday,:: Harry began as he remained looking forward. ::You mentioned there was an inner circle of Death Eaters. The Lestrange Brothers: Rodolphus and Rabastan, Lucius Malfoy, Antonin Dolohov, Thorfinn Rowle, Isaiah Prince, and…Bitch-a-trix Lestrange, I'm assuming there's a story behind that.:: Harry stated as he raised an eyebrow at Nagini.

Nagini gave a hissing sigh and a small nod of agreement. There was a story behind her reason for such...hate and disgust for the witch. ::I meant Bellatrix, my Raven. She is such a...let me just say that some of the things she does and did...I can not repeat some of things until you are older:: Harry only nodded slowly, knowing that Bellatrix Lestrange had wronged Nagini in some way.

Nagini's eyes gazed over as they continued to make their way to the library. She remembered vividly just how horrible of a person that Bellatrix Lestrange was.

Flashback

Nagini was coiled comfortably around the top of a high backed armchair at the head of a long, polished, wooden table. Her eyes watched as a tall, pale skinned man strode restlessly from one side of the room to the other. His robes swayed dangerously behind him with each angry step he took. All along the length of the wooden dining table; chairs were filled with witches and wizards, all garbed in long black robes. Marvolo took a seat with a glower at the witches and wizards. 'She will never be half the women Nagini was! How dare she?' Marvolo thought to himself with clenched fists as they remained on top of the table.

Nagini lifted her head slowly and turned to look at Marvolo. Her eyes were sharp and her curiosity rose at her Marvolo's furious thoughts. ::How dare whom? Which one is it My Marvolo?:: Nagini inquired with worry. It was rare to get her Marvolo so riled up.

::It's nothing, Nagini. I'll deal with it when the time comes.:: Marvolo stated with a shake of his head. He leaned back against the chair, his hands relaxing as they twitched for his wand. How he would love to curse her.

::I was not asking, Marvolo, I want you to tell me. You made me the Master of your Heart, of your Soul and of your Body. Just tell me Tom!:: Nagini demanded as she looked at her only love. She was his everything, as he was her everything. They never kept secrets from each other.

Tom gave a sigh as he looked to Nagini and hissed. ::Bellatrix:: Just the name was a simple enough answer. She always did ridiculous things that made Marvolo angrier than usual.

::And what did Bitch-a-trix do?:: Nagini questioned with an angry hiss. Those sitting around the table twitched and shuffled uncomfortably at the angry hissing that admitted from their Master and his Lady.

Tom took a deep calming breath, that didn't help much, and looked at Nagini with flashing red eyes. ::She offered to submit to me in every way. I read her mind and she wishes to become my Consort.:: Tom stated with another glower towards the uncomfortable Death-Eaters sitting at the table.

::She's so much like her Aunt Walburga; so eager to please you with their bodies.:: Nagini stated in disgust. ::She needs to learn her place Marvolo.:: Nagini said in a firm voice that broke for no argument. Not that Marvolo would argue. He had already planned to teach Bellatrix Lestrange a lesson at showing such disrespect.

::There was no question of that, My Love.:: Marvolo remarked. With that said, he turned his attention back to the meeting. Nagini looked at Marvolo's newest follow and felt nothing but disgust at the sight. He was a weak, rat faced man named Peter. She could smell his apprehension, his nervousness, and his fear. It was pathetic. The man continued his report for several more minutes, and her attention diminished. After everyone finished their reports, Marvolo dismissed them and asked Bellatrix to stay behind.

"Yes My Lov-Lord? You wished to speak to me?" Bellatrix asked. Her eyes were filled with hope. Nagini hissed in anger as she glared at the woman she desperately wanted to bite. It wasn't only because Bellatrix was standing there, offering him something that she could give him, but it was also because Nagini felt guilty that she was denying Marvolo what she should be able to give him.

The Dark Lord considered Bellatrix for a moment. His red eyes sparked with anger and fury at the sight of the woman. A cruel smile played across his lips as he held his wand in his hands. "Bellatrix…Bella...my loyal follower. What did you mean when you said you wished to submit to me in every way?" Tom inquired with eyes glinting in amusement.

Nagini gave a hissing laugh. Marvolo had a sense of humor that he and Nagini shared, except when the humor was directed at him. They had discovered during a trip to the lake with the other Orphans from the Orphanage; when they had taken a girl named Amy Benson to their cave, that their sense of humor was a bit more twisted than the average person. When Amy had called Nagini a freak and pushed her into a desk, Tom had been less the pleased. And so, they had taken her to the cave that day, and needless to say, Tom had been very pleased.

"My Lord… I just wished to please you." Bellatrix whimpered pathetically. Marvolo sneered in disgust. Raising his wand he murmured one of his favorite curses in a silky voice and shot a Crucio at the black haired open. A smile, twisted with dark amusement, graced his lips as he held Bellatrix under the curse for nearly three minutes.

"Honesty is a virtue, Bellatrix. Now tell me the truth." Marvolo ordered, his tone of voice less than happy as he look down at the whimpering witch on the floor.

"I only wish for you to take me to bed. I wish to become yours in every way My Lord." Bellatrix murmured as she looked at her Lord. She would do anything for him, Tom knew, but he didn't want anything from her, except for her to follow his commands.

"Did it look like I wished for you to "warm my bed"?" Marvolo demanded in a cold voice. "Since it appears that honesty is the course for the evening, let me be clear to you, Bellatrix." Marvolo hissed. "I do not wish for you to warm my bed, nor do I wish for you to follow after me like a pathetic little wretch." Tom stated firmly. "I suggest when you go to see your Aunt Walburga tonight, as I have no doubt you will, that you question her on what happened the last time she had asked to warm by bed." Bellatrix felt her heart ache at the statement. She knew her Lord was speaking the truth. She could have cried at the thought.

Nagini hissed in delight as she watched Bellatrix break. She watched patiently as Marvolo continued. She had no reason to edge him on. Tom was as good as reading emotions as she was. "You will never warm my bed, Bella. Not now nor ever. You could not handle the type of pleasure I would give and the only one I would ever pleasure in my bed, is my Love." Tom stated firmly. "Now, go back to your husband and family and do not try to ask to warm my bed again. As there will be far more severe consequences if you do." Marvolo ordered with a shake of his head.

Bellatrix nodded and slowly stood from the floor, her body shaking from the Crucio curse she had been placed under. She turned and walked slowly but strongly from the room. Tears glinted in her dark blue eyes as she disappeared from view. With a tired sigh, Marvolo leaned further back into his chair and turned to Nagini. His blood red eyes flickered to a lime green color, the color that she loved. His eyes showed everything he felt for her and the situation they were in. It made Nagini's heart ache, as she felt the same way. A smirk twisted across Marvolo's lips as he looked at her.

End Flashback

Nagini snapped out of her memory and looked to Harry, who stood standing silently at the library door, watching her silently. She wondered how long she had been lost in thought. ::Yes, Harry?:: Nagini questioned as she looked at the growing boy.

::Would you be willing to tell me of Marvolo, Nagini?:: Harry questioned with a raised eyebrow.

::Of course, my Raven.:: Nagini hissed out in reply as the two slipped into the library, for more reading on magic and tales of Marvolo when he was a boy and teenager.