I am so sorry! Someone pointed out my mistake with switching from 3rd person and 1st person over and over again. I'm used to 3rd person and wanted to try 1st. I guess I switched without knowing. Again, I apologize. Also, I'm sorry its been so long. I had to go to Texas for my cousins wedding. I lived in Georgia and we had to drive so....yeah. Other then that school. But I'm on Thanksgiving break and hopefully will have the next chapter up by next week.

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Harry groaned as he woke up from his forced slumber. What had happened? He remembered talking to Voldemort and then....blank. He opened his eyes. He was in an unfamiliar room. The walls were painted a silvery Grey color and a plush, pure white carpet lay beneath him. The bed he was on was king-sized and have a dark, deep green converter, with black colored sheets. From what he remembered he assumed that the dark lord knocked him out and brought him here. But why? He told him he was no threat to him and that there was no reason to bother himself with killing him. Maybe it was revenge for the past? No, he suspected it wasn't that. He more than likely would have been put in a cell or torture chamber if he was going to be hurt. That still lead to the question as to why?

He winced and clutched his chest. A lot happen in too little an amount of time and it was hurting. As his hand touched where his heart was and his hand felt silk, he jerked his head down to his body. He was dressed in a silk, black shirt with Grey buttons that came down to his middle- thigh and black shorts. What was going on? He glanced around and found his glasses on a small table next to him and put them on.

He stared warily at the door as it opened. It was Tom. Tom walked over to the bed and grasped Harry's arms. He softly pushed him back onto the bed before sitting beside him. Harry struggled but it was futile, as Tom was stronger. He opted for glaring harshly at him instead.

" I hope the room is to your liking. And please stay laying down, would you? We don't want to cause you unnecessary pain, now do we? "

" Why have you brought me here? " Harry wanted to waste no time with petty small talk. He wanted answers and he wanted them now.

Tom stared down at him before sighing. " Straight to the point, are you? I suppose that's a somewhat of an honorable trait. I should get on with explaining why your here, shouldn't I? Well, the first part is rather simple. The potter family no longer exist. "

Harry's glare intensified. It seems he was wrong in his assumption. He was going to be killed.

" Your going to kill me. " Tom paused before laughing, his eyes filled with amusement. He shook his head softly.

" No. I am not going to kill you. In fact, I can promise you won't be harmed. " Harry tried to sit up before being stopped by Tom again. Harry closed his eyes for a moment before opening them.

" You have to kill me. There is no other way to destroy the Potter family without killing me. "

" You are mistaken, Harry. There is another way. You are the last living Potter in existence, are you not? If you are no longer a Potter, then the family is erased. " Harry's eyes widened. Him not being a Potter anymore...There's no way he could do that. It's impossible! But what if he found a way? What would happen to him? His family's rightful belongings?

" That's impossible. There's no way you could pull something like that off. "

" Not if I place you into another family. Then you carry the name of that family and no longer belong to the Potter family. That's what I did. I placed you into another family. My family to be exact. I adopted you, Harry. From this day forward, your my son. "

No. No! That can't happen. He lies. He has to be! He can't.....won't be kin to his family's murderer! The ministry wouldn't have allowed it anyway! Its a trick! It has to be.....

" You lie! The ministry wouldn't have allowed something like this to occur! " Harry felt rage at the prospect of something like this actually happening. Fear mixed into his rage as he thought about what could happen if it was true.

Tom's eyes filled with dark amusement at his outburst. He'd expected something like this to happen. He almost felt bad for the boy. This certainly added onto boy's stress. Not to mention that there was more he still has to learn.

" Its true. I have legally- for the most part, made you my son. The ministry, nor anybody, can do anything as the ministry has no part in what goes on in the adoption agency. Its also good to have death eaters in certain places. "

( lol. I was thinking of " Its good to have friends in high places " when I wrote that. I know, lame. )

Voldemort's son! His son! Harry couldn't believe this was happening to him. Now his life was screwed up even more! He didn't want this! He didn't want any of this! Why couldn't people just leave him alone to die?! Why did fate keep screwing with him like this?! Why?!

Harry couldn't deal with the emotional stress this was having on him. He was kidnapped by the dark lord, his parents killer, and made his son. He was obviously throne back into the war by this turn of events. While he didn't care for the war or Voldemort anymore, that didn't mean he wanted anything to with ether of them. Harry shut his eyes to stop tears his tears from flowing. He head was bent so that his hair covered his eyes.

" W-Why? " Tom put a hand on the boy's head, trying in a way to calm him down. He was mildly shocked. He figured the boy would be more angry than upset.

" That....is something I'm afraid you will have to find out later. I don't believe I should be the one to tell you. I will warn you, however, many changes will be occurring in your life soon. I just hope you can handle it. " He leaned down and kissed Harry's forehead.

" I promise you that you are safe. No one will harm you. Now, come along, we should get you something to eat. " He grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him into a sitting position. He then helped him to stand up. He had been sleeping for quite a while and his legs were a bit weak. Still leading him, they walked out of the room and into the hall.

The hall was dark, but beautiful. Artworks of all kinds hung on the walls. Harry even spied some muggle ones hanging up there. He was still upset, obviously, but too tired and worn to do anything except to just follow Tom for now. Perhaps he could find a way out of there, and return to Hogwarts. The walked until they came to a sitting room of sorts. It had large open windows that flooded the room with light. There were more art pieces on the walls, along with sculptures lined up every here and there. Sitting in the room was Mr. Malfoy and Draco. They both looked at him as he walked.

" My lord. Harry. " Mr. Malfoy nodded in greeting.

" Afternoon Lucius, Draco. " Draco stared at me, then turned to Tom. " Harry, My lord. "

Harry softly but loud enough so that Tom could hear him, said. " Why are they here? "

" I told you many changes would be happening in your life and they are part of one. That is why they are here. I will explain everything later. "

Harry nodded. Draco was looking at him, with a weird glint in his eyes, though he had no idea why. Tom lead him to where the others were sitting. He sat down and made Harry sit in between him and Draco.

" Hello. Thank you for coming on such short notice. I wanted you two to be here when Harry awoken. "

" It was no problem at all my lord. Shall we started explaining to the boy what's happening? " Lucius inquired.

" I already explained some of it to him. He knows he is a Riddle now, at least. I figure it would be best to tell him the rest later, let him settle with what he already knows, as well as let him eat, and recover his strength a bit. "

" Yes. You are right. It would be unfortunate if something were to happen to the boy because of him not being able to hold all of the information at once. "

Harry, meanwhile, after hearing them talk about him, vaguely thought about telling them to not talk about him as if he wasn't there.

Tom nodded. " It would. Now, I suppose we should get the boy some food. He looks as if he is about to faint. "

The three in the room looked at Harry. He indeed looked as if he was pass out. Tom summoned a house elf and commanded it to bring some soup and bread for him. The house elf nodded and disappeared.

Meanwhile, Harry was feeling out it. He felt dizzy and couldn't really comprehend what was going on around him. He was hot, despite his semi-cool clothing. He also felt tired, and wanted to rest, but at the same time, didn't. It was very strange...the way he felt at that moment.

The house elf returned shortly with hot Chicken soup, a roll, and some cold water. The elf, Trix, set the food on a small table that Tom conjured up shortly after the house elf left. Harry stared at the food, he wasn't really hungry, and it was hot, so that couldn't be good for him to eat in his condition, right?

Tom pushed him forward a bit, trying to get him to eat. Harry lift his head up and sighed.

" I'm not hungry. " Tom glared at him.

" It doesn't matter. You need to eat, so it out of the question whether you want to or not. So, go on, eat it. "

Harry gave up and began eating the soup. It was very good, as was the bread. He thought the hot soup would make him feel worst but it didn't, he felt better, a little. The water helped too. It cooled him down some. But he felt incredibly sleepy after he had finished, despite how unnerving it was having other three in the room stare at him with satisfied looks on their faces the whole time he ate. He closed his eyes and yawned quietly. He felt himself being lifted up.

" Sleep for now Harry, I'll wake you later. " He felt himself nod before falling asleep.

Tom allowed a small smile on his face as he looked upon his new son. He soon turned to the Malfoys.

" I'm sorry. It seems we will have to do this another time. Would you like to stay? "

" Yes, It would be easier that way, my lord. " Draco nodded silently, agreeing with his father.

Tom walked back to the room and set Harry down on the bed, and covered him up. He felt someone come up behind him and turned around, it was Draco. He was looking down at Harry with soft eyes.

" Do...Do you think, that once he knows, he'll accept it.....me? " Draco whispered in a soft, hesitant voice. Tom turned back to look at Harry's sleeping face.

" I think that he will need time to adjust, and that for a long time, you will have to be gentle with him, but eventually, yes, I think he will. "

Draco looked at the Dark lord. " I hope so. "

And Tom left the room, Draco still looking upon Harry with such soft eyes.

" I hope so.... "

I'm so, so, so ,so sorry this is so late! As well as the wedding, my mom wanted to use my computer and I didn't have time to save it, so I had to just exit out of my writing program, which made me lose the document. Then, when I rewrote it, it was crappy, so I had to write it again! Don't worry though, I'll try my hardest to not be this late again.

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