A/N Guys I'm so sorry for the hold up, I had to go to NY for a funeral my grandmother's uncle died, PLEASE FORGIVE ME! Anyways I have a beta! whoop! Her Name is Coleby and she's a genius 3 anyways enjoy Im going to post the pairings up soon!

AND DESPITE MY LATENESS PLEASE REVIEW!

- Rose

Disclaimer: Don't own HP

PREVIOUSLY: couldn't handle it all, but my wolf was more than happy to share the burden, so something happened that I didn't expect, I felt the usual sharp pain in my spine but then it all ceased and I was on all fours running out the god forsaken house I could hear the sound of another set of paws following me, Sirius… Harry will be found, not matter what the price and god please, have mercy on whoever decides to stand in my way…

Harry POV

I looked down at the dried blood that caked my hands, the silence was deafening. I flicked a piece of dried blood out from underneath my nail when the cause of the bloodshed hit me-my wand!

I looked back up into the ruby red eyes of Voldemort."My wand?" I questioned, my face, I hoped, was stoic.

Voldemort smirked, obviously amused at my erratic behavior.

He pulled my ivory wand from his black robes, I grasped it eagerly and almost smiled when I felt the familiar purr of magic.

The brother to my wand was held by the man who stood before me now. How ironic it was, that I should end up with this wand.

I was told that I should use it to defeat the man, that in all actuality I should now call father. But as I looked down at the intricately designed wand in my hands, I realized I didn't want to fulfill the so claimed prophecy that said I had to kill my father.

I wanted a family. And light or dark, it would be my family.

I gripped my wand tightly slightly ashamed of my desperation for a family, There was no way in hell that I was going back to the light as twisted as it is. I glanced up at my father with my mind set.

"I'm here for good you know..." I said quietly unsure of how to put what I was feeling into words. My father was still silent

"I don't care about the light any more, or Dumbledore and his Order of Fried Chickens." I was quickly developing an intense hatred for one Albus Dumbledore: the man who took me away from my family.

"Good." That was all he said. For a moment we just stood in the silence, and I took the chance to sort through my thoughts.

"Are you still intent on the genocide of muggles?" I asked curiously.

"You don't understand the reason I dislike muggles, do you? Harry how many muggles do you think there are?" He asked.

I furrowed my brow, "Over 6 million probably."

"And how many wizards and witches do you think there are?"

"Not a lot." I shrugged.

"So based on your experience with the muggles you were placed with the night James and Lily Potter were killed, how do you think muggles would react to the existence of wizarding kind?"

"The Dursleys hated me because I was different, because they couldn't understand magic. Multiply that at a large scale..." I paused.
"We would probably go to war and perish because there are more muggles than wizards." I replied bitterly.

"Dumbledore is trying to expose us all trying to befriend the muggles. He will be the cause of our extinction."

I wanted to laugh out loud, who would have thought huh? Voldemort trying to save the wizarding world.

"At this rate killing Dumbledore seems to be the only solution, the man refuses to open his eyes to the truth. Most likely after your initiation we can begin to take the old man down." Voldemort said.

"Dumbledore's reputation seems to be his most prized possession. It makes me sick how people treat the man like a god." I sneered.

Voldemort's ruby red eyes flashed. "Indeed. We will start by ruining his reputation," He stated.

"With no one believing him, no supporters, no nothing; less people will follow him and his ideals" I added smirking.

Yes I know the ending is wack but the next chapter will contain Harry being recognized as Slytherin's Heir amongst other things!