A deep, dark chuckle echoed throughout the silent street. A black figure stood in front the coal colored gate, a pale hand reached out from the dark mass to slowly push it open.

The Dark Lord, a man known by many names, stood dressed in a black cloak with the hood up. He slowly opened his red eyes. He watched as the green, blue, red and pruple lights flickered around the two story house. The colors seeming to race towards the middle and burst like a firework when they met.

He had just broken through the Potters wards and felt a slight rush of excitement at seeing the puzzle come together.

He had secretly found it pleasurable to take part in the puzzles he was given in that disgusting muggle orphanage. It was either that or make the other childrens lives hell with his magic. To the Dark Lord the wards people put up were just huge magical puzzles.

He had to give James credit also, it had taken him almost 10 minutes to break them.

Not too shabby, he smirked.

Opening the door with a wand less spell he stepped inside. The Dark lord immediately knew there were only two magical beings in the house. Feeling the pulse of their magical aura, he looked up knowing they were on the 2nd floor.

When he walked closer to the stairs he realized that one pulse was much more powerful then the other. He smirked knowing it was dear Harry.

The boy prophesied to destroy him...

Not wanting to waste anymore time he took the steps by two, almost skipping with malicious joy towards his easiest yet best kill.

Lily heard the quick footsteps and smiled. She got up slowly, making sure Harrys head didn't wobble to much and settled her little boy into his crib.

"Daddy's home..." She whispered.

"Or not..."

Lily felt shivers run down her spine when she heard the sickening cold voice. She only had a moment to be scared though, her shock and terror quickly turning to determination. She looked down at her beautiful baby boy, Harry was wide awake, staring at his mother with identical eyes.

"I love you, Harry..." She whispered.

Turning around she brought her chin up and stared directly into Voldemorts blood red eyes. His smirk began to fall as she stared at him.

"Don't look me in the eye, you filthy little mud blood!"

To the Dark Lords surprise Lily only laughed, bringing her chin up higher. The only thing she could think about was how much she loved her son and how much she wanted to save and protect him.

"You'll never win." She spat, "You're weak. Only a weak man relies on hate, yo-"

Voldemort's eyes filled with rage as he brought his wand up higher.

"Avada Kedavra!"

And with a green flash and a scream, Lily Evans fell to the floor. The Dark Lord smiled at the woman he saw as an abomination. Oh how he loved the screams that accompanied the killing curse.

A loud cry made him look up at the crib in the far left corner. Voldemort took a curious step towards the boy and tilted his head to the side as he studied him. The power that was radiating off this child was so immense he almost shuddered.

Almost.

He was certain it was the potter boy now, the one destined to be his down fall.

He raised his wand.

"Avada kadevra!"

And everything went black.

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"-lord! My lord!"

The snake faced man slowly opened his eyes to the loud shouting. Sitting up he tried to remember what had happened. Recalling killing the mudblood and sending a killing curse at the boy, he looked up towards the crib.

The room was torn apart, the book shelf was on the floor split in half and the walls were cracked in many places. The crib its self was on its side, the opening facing the wall.

"My lord! We must go! The aurors will be here any minute!"

The red eyed man looked up, seeing the man known as Lucius, one of his most trusted death eaters. He allowed for himself to be pulled up by the blonde, but as soon as he was at full stretch he tore his arm away as if it had been burned.

"Let's go." He sneered.

They began to walk to the bedroom door when a whimper sounded through the room. Voldemort stopped dead in his tracks and turned slowly as the whimper turned to a cry. He stepped further back into the room and towards the sound, walking around the crib to be greeted with a very confusing sight.

Green eyes were staring up at him with unshed tears making them glisten. He couldn't believe it, the child was alive. There was blood dripping from the boys forehead, coming from an odd shaped gash, but other than that the kid was fine.

The Dark Lords eyes widened as he suddenly felt a tremor run across his body..

He knew this feeling.

He had willingly made himself feel this way, in order to make a horcrux. A part of his soul had latched on to Harry and he could feel the tremor or pull of his shattered soul wanting to reattach itself. This boy, the one he was supposed to kill, now had Lord Voldemorts magic pulsing inside of him.

"Master! We must go my lord!" Lucius yelled.

Making a quick decision the dark lord picked Harry up, feeling his skin tingle as his magic rejoiced at being so close. The Dark Lord smirked and walked towards Malfoy.

"Take him," he demanded, handing Lucius the boy.

"Meet me back at the manor." And with that, the Dark Lord apparated away.

Malfoys eyes grew large when the little boy was practically thrown into his arms. He had come looking for his master after the Dark Lord had failed to meet him at the Riddle manor almost twenty minutes ago.

Lucius knew he was going to finally rid them of the brat everyone was raving about. Yet here he found himself, holding the nasty creature.

After getting the baby into a better secured grip, he ran out of the room and towards the front exit. Like always, he quickly decided to just listen like the slave he pledged to be.

Lucius stopped once he was outside the black gate in front of the Potters house, it was oddly cute in the way that it only reached your hips. Lucius shook his head, letting a malicious laugh out, oh how he loved to destroy nice things.

He turned back towards the house and raised his wand.

"Incendio!"

Lucius smirked at his wonderful work, the flames that shot from his wand overtaking the whole of the small house. As he walked down the street he heard the sirens start up and he picked up pace.

Finally coming to a stop about two blocks away he transfigured his cane into a broom with a basket attached, something Draco loved to ride in. He set the baby inside the basket and took off into the cold night sky.

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The Dark Lord summoned his inner circle once he arrived at Riddle manor. They were now standing before him in his thrown room, something he had made once he'd killed his father and inherited the beautiful castle.

He was still reeling at what had just happened.

This child of no more than a year old had survived the Dark Lords killing curse. Voldemort had just unintentionally made his eighth horcrux.

The boys powers could be limitless. He could be such an asset to the dark, to Voldemorts cause.

All he had to do was make sure Harry was loyal to him, to mold him into a warrior. His warrior. Instead of becoming his downfall, Harry Potter would become his greatest weapon, he would help him finally rise up and take over the world.

The huge stone doors behind the death eaters swung open and in ran a very wet Lucius Malfoy. Dripping from head to toe, he stopped in front of the dark lord and kneeled before him.

"Rise." Voldemorts voice was as cold as ever, but a hint of excitement could be heard to one tuned to it.

"Tonight as you all know, I set out to destroy the one they say will destroy me. James Potter was not present but the mudblood and her half breed were upstairs," he intentionally stopped and looked to the bowed head he knew belonged to young severus.

"After killing the girl I sent the same curse towards the child."

Malfoy sucked in a quick breathe and looked down at the, still alive, child in his arms. He looked back up as his master continued to explain.

"I was thrown into a wall and became unconscious. When I awoke the boy had survived."

There was no outward sign of surprise from any his death eaters. Mainly because they're faces were hidden behind masks, but they were also trained to keep their emotions a secret.

"I can feel my magic inside of him. Ive made my final horcrux," at this he recived an eyebrow quirk from Bella, too which he only smirked.

"His power before was great, but now..."

Voldemort shook his head, "Let's just say he will be very strong and with my magic inside of him he has unintentionally become my heir." They were all looking at him now.

Their eyes wide behind each mask, except for Bella and Lucius who didnt wear one.

"I have decided to keep him alive, for I believe if he is taught to be loyal to the dark and his master he may help us in gaining the world." The death eaters began to nod in approval at the thought, their master was brilliant.

"So will you be raising him then, master?" Bellatrix asked with her head respectfully bowed.

Voldemort sneered at the idea, "No, he is not my son, just a boy with great power and heir to slytherin. Lucius?" The blonde man looked up at his name being called, careful not to look his master in the eyes.

"Yes my lord?"

"Your son, when is his birth date?"

Lucius found the question very odd but answered obediently, "His birthday is June 5th my lord."

"Ah perfect! It's settled then. The boy shall be raised by you and your wife Malfoy."

The Dark Lord walked towards Lucius until he was standing just in front of him, a look of confusion crossing his face. His masters pale hand shot out from under his black cloak so fast it made him jump back.

Although instead of hitting the man, Voldemorts hand hovered over the baby's head.

Harry now had a blonde streak running down the middle. It looked a lot like Narcissas and Lucius felt his jaw drop in shock as the meaning of his masters words finally soaked in.

"Wait, what? How are we supposed to say this boy is ours my lord? Everyone knows Narcissa hasn't been pregnant and he's also much too big to pass as an infant."

The dark lord laughed cruelly, "My dear servant, Harry will be known as your son, Dracos twin. He has been sick and in the care unit at St. Mungos. You will raise him to know the dark arts, to know who he serves, and train him to be my warrior."

Lucius looked about to object but stopped when a hand was held in front of his face, "You will do this Malfoy. You will think of it as one of your greatest accomplishments. What could possibly be better, then becoming the father to the future dark lord?" He smirked.

Lucius eyes grew wide and his mouth fell shut. He slowly looked down at the sleeping boy he held. He didn't want to raise this half breed, but he knew this would put him forever in his masters favor. Hell, he didn't even need the Dark Lord anymore, he was holding one, and he would be commanding one.

A small smile began to form on his lips as he looked up again.

"Yes my lord, thank you very much." He said, with sincerity pouring from his voice.

Happy with his plan, Voldemort smirked. "That concludes tonights meeting. I expect to see you every other saturday from here on out Lucius. You are all dissmised."

They all dissapeared in black clouds as the Dark Lord walked back to his throne.