Sadly I own nothing, all rights go to our Queen JKR.
5th October 1984
Tom had watched Harry through the windows of Four Privet drive for a few hours. Bellatrix was correct, most House elves are treated better than this boy. The final straw came to when Harry dropped some bacon on the floor as he was cooking, not only had he burnt his hand in the process, his Uncle hit him so hard Harry lost consciousness.
'How dare they treat a Wizarding child like this, How dare Lily's Sister to treat Harry this way as if he is nothing more than a slave, heck his own house elf was treated much better than this.' He thought to himself
Tom growled, if his hopes of needing Harry to help destroy Dumbledore's megalomaniac views of what really happened, he would need to take Harry and now. He really wanted to 'Avada' them, however, he was sure that the old coot would be sure to hear about it. He was certain Dumblydore knew of Harry's treatment as for whilst under the charm, Tom was certain he had caught a glimpse of Mrs Figg; a squib whom he had met once on his check ups at the Evans house. He was sure she would be the person checking back at Headquarters.
Stepping into the house uninvited he 'Obliviated' the Dursleys to forget anything about Harry, as he lifted him up and apparated to Malfoy Manor. He was not sure how Harry would react when he heard he killed his parents but that had to be the first thing he told Harry. Tom would not lie to the boy if he was to raise him to be his equal. He also knew that Lucius was out on business and Narcissa would be helping with Hermione and Draco in Diagon Alley. Walking to Draco's room, he took his glasses off and placed the young boy on the bed. Pulling his wand out, Tom checked the boy's vitals. The list was extensive for such a young boy:
A broken Collarbone.
1 broken Femur.
4 broken Ribs.
1 fractured Cheekbone.
2 fresh burns
2 scars still to heal from burns
Extremely Malnourished.
Anaemia.
Vision Impairment.
Organ Damage; thankfully repairable.
Tom sighed, luckily his magic was healing him, slowly and surely but at least he was alive. he rubbed his forehead and fed potions into the boy for a few hours until he woke coughing and spluttering, he tried sitting up to reach for his glasses.
"Whh...Where am I?"
"Hello, Harry." Tom handed him his glasses to put on.
"Do I know you? You look familiar." Harry rubbed his eyes.
"No Harry, you do not. How are you feeling?"
"A little tired... although I am ok, I can start cooking and cleaning again, no problem at all." He rushed to say whilst trying to get up, hoping his slight backtracking would encourage the man not harm Harry now.
"Harry no. You need rest. You shall not be cooking or cleaning. I have taken you away from those people who you called Aunt and Uncle, they were not very nice nor did I like how they have treated you."
"Why did you take me away, I was not bad was I?"
"No, you are special, you are a Wizard." [1]
"Wow that is cool, so I will be able to do magic tricks?"
"Yes, in time with lessons."
"How do you know I am a Wizard? How do I know you are telling the truth?" Harry questioned him.
"I knew your parents, they were both very skilled at different spells and charms during their school years. I knew both your parents during and after their time at School" Here it comes Tom waited for the screaming or crying to start.
"You are that man." Harry stated with his eyes scrunched in concentration.
"Which man Harry?"
"The man who was there with the green flash."
"Yes I am, do you remember?" Tom knelt down next to Harry.
"Only that you was there when it all happened, you tried to warn them, they did not want to believe you, then came the green flash and I awoke at the Dursleys."
"Yes, unfortunately, a spell was activated that if I was in the house for too long then the killing curse would explode through the house. How I am not sure yet."
"It was not your fault." Harry spoke softly.
"Yes well. Do you want some more sleep or would you like to see your new cousins and friends?"
"Will they be mean to me like how Dudley was?"
"No, definitely not."
Tom stood and instructed Harry to follow him.
"Now the flames will turn green but I assure you, it is not a killing flame."
"Riddle Manor." Tom spoke as he grabbed some floo powder and threw it on the floo.
"My lord, who is this little guest?" Bella bounced over to say hello.
Harry not used to adults or children speaking to him, hid behind Tom.
"Come now Harry, this is your new Aunt Bellatrix and her Sister, your Aunt Narcissa."
"You stole the boy?" Narcissa raised a small questioning eyebrow at her sister. "Now I know where you get these impulses from dear sister."
"What impulses are they Narcissa?" Tom looked at her.
"I only meant that Bellatrix has a habit of stealing the young Weasley girl to come and play, she also is striking a custody agreement with Xenophilius Lovegood, he is struggling with his Daughter Luna and she is staying here tonight."
"Why?" Glared at her.
"Well, you see my lord, Luna, comes from a long line of Seers, if not controlled correctly she will either go 'loopy' like her Mother did or will be classed as an outcast with strange ideas, I intend to help her with Severus's help of course."
"Why Severus?"
"I thought he may be the best to help after all his mind control is fascinating."
"Yes, it is, and the Weasley girl?"
"A daughter after 6 sons, she is extremely powerful, plus she had no one to show her the correct true blood upbringing for a lady, I know their parents are 'blood traitors' My Lord but their children have yet to learn our ways."
"Fine, I will let this slip once, but this once only, next time do not keep such important information from me Bellatrix." He growled at her, making her flinch slightly.
A/N [1] Not sure if Vernon would have told him at 5 there is no such thing as magic yet?
