A/N: Hi everyone, welcome to the first chap of my new story. Please R&R, so that I can write more!!
"Lord Voldemort!" stuttered Pettigrew, to his master, "Its Teresa!"
"What happened with Teresa?" Voldemort asked sarcastically.
"She's given birth to a boy!" he managed to mumble.
Lord Voldemort looked pleased, "finally."
Ok, normally you would think Voldemort is a mean scary and ugly man, but really all he needs is a hug!
"I shall call him 'Sam!" said Voldemort proudly, "And he shall follow in my FOOTSTEPS!"
"Teresa was thinking on calling him 'Harry' sir."
"Harrysir?" asked Voldemort, "What a strange name."
"No sir, I meant that your wife wants to call him Harry, sir."
"That's what I said." Voldemort answered angrily, "'Harrysir'"
"Forget it, Master."
Voldemort glared at his slave, his eyes pierced through Pettigrew's skin, "Go tell my wife, that my sons name is weird and that she should call him 'Sam' instead." he said through gritted teeth.
Pettigrew shuddered, "As you wish, Master." and with that he raced off to tell Teresa what to call the newly born son of one the most wicked men of all time.
A few minutes later Pettigrew returned, "She says that the name 'Harry' is not weird sir."
"Well now that name sounds more like it," Voldemort answered, "Harry," he mumbled.
"Harry it is!" said Voldemort in a loud voice. Glass shattered blending with his croaky voice.
Harry Riddle…
Hope you liked that I'm just giving you guyz a small sample of what it sounds like. So tell me if you do like it or if you don't I don't care, except that you guyz get the entertainment you need.