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Chapter One- A New Face
Potter tumbled into the bed prepared for him and snuggled into the emerald green sea of fabric. He lay on his back, his hands behind his head as he contemplated all that his master had told him about his past. He now knew exactly who he wanted to follow.
He turned over and onto his side and watched the moonlight cast shadows on the bedroom wall. A long low howl sounded from outside the manor and he sat bolt upright as its long drawn out melody echoed from all around. Any thought of sleep was erased as curiosity got the better of him and he stood up, forcing his feet into the shoes he had left standing beside the bed.
As he grabbed his robes another howl erupted in the night, making his hair stand on end. Potter silently eased upon the door, its loud squeak covered by the return howl. He stalked through the manor and escaped through a carelessly left open window.
The grass was slick with dew as Potter snuck his way across the lawn and over a hole in the fence. Tall black oaks faced him, their snarling branches reaching with wooden fingers and clutching at his robes. He stepped lightly through the trees, the leaves crunching softly under his feet. A low growl made him stop in his tracks; he stood still, ears tuned for the slightest sound of forced breath. Shuffling sounds were heard in the grass about twenty feet away. Potter held his breath, waiting to see if anything would come out.
A hunched over figure stepped out from the bushes, yellow eyes wild, its long fingers grasping a small rabbit. It twisted its hands breaking the bunny in half. Potter gasped and covered his mouth, but it was too late. The thing lunged at him, baring it's filed teeth as it pounded the ground after him.
Potter stumbled and fell, tumbling down a small slop, before he stopped at a large tree. The thing raced down the hill after him, it's yellow eyes bright inside the sunken in eye sockets. Just as it reached him, about to bite his chest, Potter flung up an arm to protect himself; he screamed in agony as the thing's teeth sank deep. Blood spurted from the wounds and the creature grunted in a satisfied away. It lifted Potter up by the front of his shirt; his arm still trapped in the beings jaws. He screamed again as the beast bit down harder, snapping the bone clean in two.
A sudden spark of red light dazed him, he felt the ground under him again as the beast let go.
Cries of, "Greyback! NO!" and "Pick him up carefully or I'll have your head," were the last thing Potter heard before darkness enveloped his mind.
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He woke in a small room; a bandage was wrapped around his left arm and a cool cloth on his forehead. The room was stifling hot, an enormous fire burning in the fireplace. He briefly wondered where he was and then remembered; he was at Malfoy Manor.
Narcissa Malfoy bustled into the room, a tray in hand. A steaming bowl of soup, a fresh roll of bandages, and a cup of milk were neatly placed on it. She looked over at him and nearly dropped the tray.
"Potter…," she bowed her head in respect. "I see you've finally woken up. The Dark Lord will be pleased to hear it." She walked over and began unwrapping the bandages around his arm, ignoring his wincing. She turned it over a examining the wounds. The bone had been healed with a spell, but the werewolf bites had to be healed over time. The wounds were oozing foul smelling black pus; Narcissa gently wiped it away with a rag before rewrapping the bandages. Potter winced throughout the entire ordeal, but otherwise made no comment or sound.
When Narcissa finished bandaging his arm; She sat the tray of soup across his legs and watched him eat. When he finished his lunch he sat up straighter and looked around as Narcissa straightened up the room.
"Can I get out of bed?" he asked, his emerald eyes flickering in the firelight. She nodded, pointed to a pile of clothes, bowed her head and walked out the door.
He stood up, wincing slightly as he dragged his arm off of the blankets. He pulled on the pants with some difficulty; he found the short sleeved shirt very fitting. Last he pulled on the black robes and his new shoes.
The Parlor was dark the only light came from the fireplace. Potter moved carefully around the delicate furnishing and over the tall chair. Voldemort's high cold voice sounded from behind it.
"...and, see to it that Greyback is subjected to the Cruciatus Curse until he has learned his lesson."
"Yes my Lord," Bellatrix responded and turned to leave, but stopped when she saw Potter. "P-Potter!" She nearly shrieked. Voldemort stood up slowly and came to face him.
"My Lord," he said, bowing his head. Voldemort nodded and Potter stood once again, his emerald eyes met Bella's black ones for a second before she moved out of the room.
"Harry, my dear boy, sit down." the dark lord said, gesturing to a soft chair across from him. Potter did as he was told and sat, resting his injured hand on the arm as Voldemort sat in his own seat. Before he could open his mouth to speak, a knock was heard on the door; a tall pale faced teen strutted into the room.
The boy stopped dead in his tracks, as he caught sight of Potter sitting there completely oblivious to the fact that the dark lord was in the room as well.
"What are YOU doing in my house, Potter?" he demanded, drawing his wand and pointing it directly at Potter's face. Potter just stared back at him, his mind blank as he tried to remember who this fellow was.
"That's enough Draco," Voldemort said; Draco dropped his wand in shock and in a rush to obey. He walked over and pointed at Harry with one of his pale fingers.
"What is he doing here? My Lord"
"Why Draco is that any way to treat your best mate from Hogwarts? Come now you must show better manners." Voldemort answered with a raised eyebrow and a meaningful glare that Draco trembled at the sight of.
"Yes my Lord," he murmured, bowing his head. "Come Potter; let us see if you remember all the fun we've had over the years." Draco sneered and gestured at the door. Harry stood and walked toward Draco; as he passed Voldemort he bowed his head.
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The clearing was dark, the dew streaked grass blowing slightly in the soft wind that caressed the trees. The soft whooshing of cloaks suddenly filled the air as people materialized in a ring around the small encampment. A huge mound was tossed roughly against a nearby tree. The scraggly beard and hair of the half-giant named Hagrid was revealed as a hood was pulled of the mound. His face beaten and swollen with new bruises and cuts from Bella's torture.
A chair was placed in the center of the clearing, a giant snake sitting on its cushioned seat. A tall dark boy with untidy hair stepped forward into the candlelight, his freshly healed left arm still bearings the scars from his encounter with Greyback. He stepped forward slowly as though dazed, his emerald eyes blank and unfocused as he was seated on the chair with non-other than Lucius Malfoy.
The dark lord then apparated directly in front of the boy; his arm raised, the tip of his wand poked out of the long black robes. The boy could be seen readying himself for the pain as his Lord began to speak the words that would change his life forever.
"Mordsmodore!" The dark one thundered, pointed his wand at the exposed left forearm of the boy. Potter clenched his jaws shut, determined not to make a sound at the searing pain in his arm reached its peak. He watched, shocked, as a skull and snake tattoo etched itself onto the white flesh of his arm.
As the pain finally faded away, he felt Voldemort pulling him to his feet. Lucius stepped forward, holding out the robes of a death eater. Potter pulled them, his face stone as he reached into the pocket and pulled out a wand
"Fourteen inches, bloodwood, dragon heartstring, and very reliable," Narcissa stuttered as Potter examined it closely. Hagrid sat still, tied to a tree with heavy ropes, fat tears seeping from his swollen eyelids, confused as to why Harry was doing this. Voldemort turned Potter around to face Hagrid, and pointed at him.
"You should try out your new wand, my dear boy," He whispered in Potter's ear. "Let's see what he spell 'Avada Kedavra' will do shall we?" Potter nodded slowly and raised his arm, pointing the wand directly at Hagrid's face. He stared at the beady black eyes and bushy hair for a fraction of a second before taking a deep breath and shouting "AVADA KEDVRA!" a bright flash of green light temporarily blinded everyone, and then it disappeared revealing the lifeless half-giant body of Hagrid.
Potter stood there eyes wide and breathing shallow and heavy as though he'd just run a great distance. He turned to look the dark lord in the eye, his own lifeless and dull, like dirt poured over a burning ember.
Voldemort smiled, a feature nearly unheard of, as he wrapped an arm around the stunned boys shoulder.
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A/N: This chapter was crazy; please stick around for more, even though we killed Hagrid. sob sob I for one feel terrible. points to Mischievous-Purpleone She did it not me, Reviews much appreciated.