It had been 10 years since the Potter's son was kidnapped. They had long since given up on getting him back though. The dark lord had found himself an heir and had begun training him so they had no time for fruitless activity. Said heir was even presented to the Order at the last raid and THAT was one sight they wouldn't forget in a hurry.

Diagonalley was filled with screams and the sound of feet beating against the ground. Curses mixed into hexes causing enormous blasts, potions were tossed every which way and the shop windows burst into tiny pieces. In the center of it all, two cloaked figures stood, one most obviously a child and the other none other than Voldemort, his hand gripped on the younger.

"Give up the child, Tom!" Albus Dumbledore shouted over the noise, "Give him back to his parents!" The old man clearly knew not the truth of who or what the boy was to his enemy.

"Give up one of my heirs?" Voldemort or 'Tom' cackled. "Why would I rid myself of such a powerful little creature that has stayed by me for 10 years?"

Eyes wide, Lily Potter ran to the front lines while most the inhabitants of the Alley were stock frozen, being the fools they were. She watched as the boy took away his hood and choked. That boy was-

"HARRY!" She shrieked, trying to claw her way to her little boy. A monster had kidnapped her child and now she had the chance to get him back! If it were not for the iron grip her husband's friends had on her arms she would have surely ran to him and met her death.

"He's MY son now." Voldemort hissed with satisfaction. Her pain was evident and she shouted out her denial, begging for Harry to come to her, come away from the nasty wizard who stole him from her. But Harry would not leave the Dark Lords side, Voldemort had been his father since taken from her. If she had wanted him back so much, why didn't she just come after him, he had after all been right under nose.

She could have come for him when he had been wandering the alley at the age of 4 against his new father's orders, of course. She had passed by him four times at least.

"My dear boy," Voldemort said, turning to his child. "Why don't you take the honors of the first blow, it is, after all your 11th birthday, isn't it?" Harry nodded and a small smile formed on his face, cold eyes still as piercing as when he was a baby.

"Reducto." His voice was monotone but for the tiny hint of a sneer. People screamed as Flourish and Blotts collapsed down on a few of the spectators.

Lily Potter herself sat in an office attached to her Charms Classroom. She had been working at Hogwarts as a teacher ever since Flitwick had been hit in the head with a Monster book of Monster by a first year. The poor girl had been terrified as it proceeded to attack Filius's head. Emily Hars was now in her 4th year but she was dreadfully nervous of Charms class these days.

Back to the red haired woman sitting at her desk, Lily was wringing her hands on the surface, pale and shaking. This year her children would be coming to Hogwarts- or would that creature even send her little Harry to school? She would have to wait and find out. They had never gotten a response owl, not that they really expected one, but all the same…

Standing up from where she had gotten distracted while finishing up her class plans, Lily grabbed her cloak prepared to leave for the Hogwarts gates. She did, after all, have a husband and son who would likely be hungry for their dinners.

Belay was nervous. He hadn't been nervous before in a long time. He was currently pacing his chambers furiously as a large serpent flicked her forked tongue at him several times, hissing softly. My young master, what is it that ails you so? Belay stopped and turned to shoot a sharp glance at the slithery animal. In a lower pitch he replied, hissing like the snake. (I am unsure what to do Nagini. Father wants me to go to Hogwarts. I know he only wishes to mess with the meddling old man but I've never left my father. Just the thought makes me tremble and he would be disgusted if he heard so.) The young man resumed his pacing.

(Your father does care for you, no matter what it may seem. He will not be angered by your fears. He has not prepared you for such a thing. But he has taught you this. The facts of life. He taught you them well so that your schooling with others your age might be easier.) Nagini raised her head a little higher, looking proudly at her young master whom she had called her own, after her master of course.

The boy before her, Belay Faiza Riddle, was exactly what he looked. A black angel disgraced by God but for some odd reason trying to fight his way back into his arms. It was strange that the boy, whose father was a dark lord and was planning all sorts of deaths, was so shy and skittish if he let the mask fall. The mask. The mask was Belay's defense system, composed of a cold glare and set lips.

His features were dark but handsome, as the blood adopted son of Tom Marvalo Riddle II should. Soft, silky ebony hair that tickled the start of his vertebra waved deeply into curled ends. His pale face helped to bring out lovely blood red eyes and his jaw was sharp, just like Tom's,

Belay kept his wings tucked away in the folds of his back as no to gain unwanted attention from the barracks. He made weekly trips there with his father to check on the Death Eaters training and often to work on his own. When he hid them, his wings left two feathers tattooed on his skin, black as the shadows themselves.

(But I don't want to meet other kids my age! They are boring, loud, slobs! I bet they know nothing that I do!) Belay was whining, he knew it was unbecoming to a young dark lord but he had never met another person close to his age, heck, he hadn't seen one until his birthday! His birthday, that had been an awkward occasion.

" Belay, my child. It's time to show your existence to the world outside of the Darkness." Voldemort was kneeling in front of his adopted son, Belay Faiza Riddle. Today was Belay's 11th birthday and this was his present. He was going to scare the living daylight out of his former…Parents…and he would enjoy it.

"I am ready for it. I've waited a long time, father. But must we go through with the whole plan?" Belay was frightened but refused let his father see it, he kept the small tremble that wished to jolt his small body in check and covered the panic that should run through his eyes clouded.

"You will like Hogwarts, Belay. I myself miss it dearly. I want you to see its majestic grounds and enchanted rooms yourself." Voldemort's voice was soothing, he had changed from the cold-hearted monster that most thought him. Belay had brought the best out of him- at least whatever good there was in him. His heart had melted when he had picked up the baby that had looked so similar to him after the blood adoption, when he had looked into those crimson eyes.

"W-what if I'm not in Slytherin?" The question tumbled from Belay's mouth before he could stop them. His father blinked a moment and smiled. It was a nice smile, warm and caring. Of course, he would never smile like that at anyone else or even with one of his inner circle present.

"I care not what house you're sorted in. But- try not to get in Hufflepuff, won't you?" Belay gave his father a smirk and a swift hug. Sitting back down into the chair he had been sitting in previously he gave a start when he heard the door to his left slam against the wall and the stomping of the death eaters entering for a meeting with their lord.

Belay stood, fully intending to leave but Voldemort gripped him on the shoulder telling him to stay. Confused Belay sat down in his seat by his father and waited quietly. The ranks called the room the meeting was taking place in the War Room but the inner circle had formally named it the Converse Room.

It was decorated with fine, black walls and a long mahogany table with 12 chairs and two thrones. The only window in the room was decked with dark green curtains, currently fastened closed with a silver rope. The floor was as black as the walls and made of marble that shone brightly as the light of a lantern bounced off it. Said lantern was placed in the center of the table, looking strangely foreboding the way it caused shadows to morph into the hearts inner most demons.

The death eaters took their seats and waited quietly for their Lord to start the meeting, most with their hood up and head down. In fact, the only one not doing so was a man who looked to be in his early thirties with platinum blonde hair reaching his mid back. Lucius Malfoy was his name. An arrogant prat with no beginnings of a respectful attitude towards Belay in near sight, he was currently looking at Voldemort with a prideful smirk as though he thought himself above the others in the room but his Lord. Belay had no doubt that that was exactly what the case was. He heard the man had a son, god he hoped he wasn't anything like his father.

"Welcome, my inner circle." Voldemort stood with his arms behind his back not unlike an inspector searching for the least visible flaw in his case. There was none. "For those of you who don't know him, as only those who have been directly associated with his training do, this is my heir. Belay Faiza Riddle. You shall also take orders from him now." Belay was just as surprised as the rest in the room. He was not told of this.

"It is today that we will attack Diagon Alley, as planned for months. Dumbledore, the fool he is, will be there intending to fight us. I shall announce Belay as Harry Potter and that I have two heirs." It was all getting more confusing by the second. "Worry not, my servants, you shall understand." Voldemort gave a cold chuckle that made Belay shiver as his spine tingled.

His father had been right. He did understand what was going on when it was time. He was charmed to look like he would have if he had not been blood adopted and he had been introduced as Harry James Potter. After that, Belay's father explained that when he had said one of my heirs it was a trick. A trick that the wizarding world fell for. There wasn't a second heir, Belay was the only one even if he had two names, but his father just couldn't help but play it for all it was worth. Now, he would go to Hogwarts as Belay Faiza Riddle and mess with the Old Coot.

However, Belay had a strong feeling that there was another reason for his father's actions though he couldn't place what those reasons were. Not yet.