A/N Sorry I took so freaking long for this chapter. It was a mixture of Sirius procrastination, lack of inspiration, and my inability to find time to write until now. You can thank school starting for that last one *silently curses school*.

I have an explanation for why Voldemort was so OOC and it's sort of explained in this chapter. I have also decided on a name for Harry as Voldemort's son. How do you readers like the name Darius Icarus Riddle? Thank you to my wonderful *coughs* most loving *coughs* sister for that name. The first part of this chapter is the Dark Lord's POV before and during his chat with Harry in Knockturn Alley. *u* (That's my new favourite happy face, I think)

Greenscales Chapter 4

Voldemort had seen the child there in Knockturn Alley. He had wondered what one so small was doing there; this place was known to be a place where Dark Wizards commingled.

His questions were somewhat answered when he saw the child. It was him, Harry Potter. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. A Light child wandering around in Knockturn Alley? That was unheard of. Then again, this is Harry Potter we're talking about. But still, something was wrong. As he came upon the child, he could sense the shear amount of power rolling off of him. Not as powerful as him when he was a Second or First Year, but maybe about how he was just before he turned ten. He repeated in his mind that there was absolutely no way, that this kid could turn up more powerful than him. How old was this kid? He must be seven or eight by now, but he looked so small. Harry looked like a five year old. The Dark Lord once again reminded himself that a seven year old wouldn't be more powerful that him.

Voldemort went up to him. He was going to kill the kid. He had to. If the Potter child got even an inkling that the Light wants him to defeat Voldemort himself, Tom was sure that Potter would follow. Damn Dumbledore!

He didn't want to do it, but Voldemort had to kill Potter. Besides, if he didn't, Potter would run off and join the Light as soon as he could. Couldn't have that now could we? Voldemort, however, just couldn't get over the amount of power Potter held. May be he could convince him to come over to the dark?

Voldemort decided on introducing himself as Tom Riddle. Then, the child would not expect his death to come. Just before he launched his cure shouting, "Avada Kedavra," he would reveal just who Tom Riddle was. He was the Dark Lord, the one to be feared by light wizards.

All you had to do was take one look at their supposed leader and you could see that all was not all they make it out to be. At least, that was true for him; he could read the old man like an open book. He wasn't someone who went out massacring people in random fits of anger, but, still. Dumbledore wasn't actually dark; he just manipulated things to be the way he wanted them to be. He was misguided, but Voldemort still hated him and refused to feel sympathy for the old man. In a way, manipulating people's lives could be close to as bad as killing a whole bunch of people.

Ehh…Maybe not. Even if it wasn't, it was still a terrible thing to do.

When he started, everything was going according to plan. However, the boy began to speak Parseltoungue! Parseltoungue was a language only for descendants of Salazar Slytherin. If Potter was one, surely they must be related?

He decided to take the boy home with him. If he was a descendant, and he had to be, he needed to find out how they were related. What Voldemort didn't know was that he may be surprised by their relation to each other.

When Harry accepted, he grabbed the boy's arm and spun them around, concentrating on his destination. He had to admit to himself, he was completely caught off guard by the conversation they had. The child knew who he was and yet he didn't fear him. He shook his head, children hurt his head.

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Apparation was no effort for him and the two soon found themselves at Riddle Manor.

He had changed it quite a bit from when his filthy Muggle father had lived here. He had easily killed the gardener passing it off as a heart attack, as well as making the place more suitable for a wizard. There were Muggle repelling charms around it so that it looked as if the manor was a building that had caught on fire and burned to the ground long ago.

They landed in the drawing room. It had high windows to allow a flood of light inside the room. Chairs and sofas were arranged in a weird sort of Greek Xi shape. In the middle of the outside sofas, there was a large tea table.

"Shall we sit?" Voldemort asked, guiding the small boy to a chair. He went around and sat on the opposite side of the chair arrangement. "We have matters to discuss, Harry," said Voldemort, making an effort to not frighten the poor child in front of him. "First off, we need to talk about me adopting you. I have a very strict set of rules regarding this."

Harry nodded his head to show he understood. During the very short amount of time they had been sitting down, Greenscales climbed down from his place around Harry's neck and onto the floor. Voldemort and Harry didn't even notice as he met up with Nagini and the two slithered out of the room together.

Voldemort went on to tell Harry his list of rules, "Most importantly, you know who I am and of my status in the Wizarding World. Nobody and I mean nobody can know that you are my son. I shall refrain from telling my followers of you until I teach you more about the Dark. Second, even though judging from our first encounter you probably hate them, you must not have any contact with Light wizards."

Harry responded to this by stating simply, "I do hate them, and I understand why you want to keep my being your adopted son from the world. However, this will present a challenge, especially keeping me from the light. Although Dumbledore, the Muggles, and the rest of the Wizarding World believe me to be dead, if I go to Hogwarts and they may find out that I'm actually Harry Potter, alive and well. That would present a problem."

"Fear not, Harry" Voldemort assured, "I plan to change your name when I adopt you. Also, there is no way in all the Wizarding, Muggle, and Death's World that I will allow you to get near that babbling buffoon of a person that the Light calls a Headmaster!" Voldemort finished his rant almost shouting. But it just couldn't be, because Dark Lords do not shout. If they want to be heard, they will make everyone quiet or they will use Sonortis. Voldemort will always remain cool and collected. Dark Lords just do not shout. It is unbecoming of them.

Harry nodded his consent on the issue. He could hardly keep his mask of indifference on; he was just way too exited! You know, it isn't every day that you meet the most evil Dark Lord in the world (whom you just may or may not admire), much less, meet one that wishes to adopt you!

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A/N My Dearest Readers I am soooooo sorry for the long wait. There really is no excuse for it. Hope you liked the chapter and what was going through Voldemorts mind! But, anyways, thanks once again for all the reviews, you know I love them! Sorry the chapter is so short compared to the others.

That writer who took forever to update her story I think her name is Moonlight or something? *u*

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