A/N:Warning for... idk what. But this fic is rated M. And it's HPLV. So... just so you know.

~*~HPLV~*~

After dinner, there were some short announcements and the prefects were leading the children up to their common rooms. Hadrian had almost reflexively taken the stairs down to the dungeons before he caught himself. Where was his self-control? He was behaving like a child, acting without thinking things through. This would not bode well for him if he intended to truly continue his life and not merely live a new one.

But as luck would have it, he had no sooner stepped out of the hall than a Slytherin prefect stopped him. "Hadrian Potter?" The boy said, face a perfect mask of politeness.

Hadrian was immediately on guard. "Yes?"

"The Headmaster would like to see you. About your… guardians." He said the last word with a little sneer.

Harry gulped, schooling his features into that of a freighted child. He was a bit scared. Headmaster Snape was not the Dark Lord, but still a man with power. It would not do to get his attention either. Hadrian looked around for help. But the prefects were quite busy leading groups of children and those close by tried to avoid his eyes.

"Follow me." The prefect said. Hadrian had no choice but to follow.

The boy seemed a little familiar… the memory clicked. Wood. Oliver Wood. He had seen the boy talking to Malfoy on the train. He did a light brush of occulemecy into the boy's mind. Somehow, the Dark Lord was there. He had something planned. And suddenly, Harry didn't know how, but Voldemort knew. Tom Knew.

But when? He hadn't known in the hall, when they passed. It had happened in the office.

Tom had been angry. Possibley Tom was punishing Snape for something. And he had found out about Harry's strange parentage. But how would Tom realize…

"Boomslang." Wood said as they reached the stone gargoyles.

Harry mustered his wits. Everything was moved ahead of schedule. The last thing he wanted was a conversation with the legimency-skilled Severus Snape. But to have the Dark Lord in the room? This was awful.

But who knew? He allowed a small smirk to adorn his lips.

This could be fun.

~*~HPLV~*~

The moment the door opened, and he saw the three bound figures, he knew he was doomed.

The circular office was neat and utilitarian. Empty of the nick nacks of it's predecessor, it had a large desk and a smaller one beside it. Instead of telescopes and phoenix perches this one had an elevated alcove with potions kits, state of the art cauldron and potion supplies under the starry glass round observatory with a perfect view of the moon.

But in front of the two imposing master desks, were three bound muggles. Two were enormous and fat, the third incredibly thin and stork-like. They all showed signs of recent torture.

"How kind of you to join us, Mr. Potter." Voldemort hissed. A wandless wave of his hand and the office door was shut, leaving Hadrian alone with the Dark Lord and the Headmaster Snape. To his credit, the sallow man was impassive as he looked on the scene. "Or should I say, Hadrian?"

The Dark Lord stood. Did he know? Or didn't he? Hadrian swallowed as the man approached.

"What did you do to my aunt and uncle?" Hadrian asked, pretending to be scared.

There was the distinct smell of urine in the air. Dudley's pants were a darker shade around his butt than the rest of his legs. Blood was dripping from each of their noses. Oh yes, Hadrian had a perfectly good idea of what had happened.

The man stopped. Just centimeters from him. Harry's face was only slightly above the man's navel. He could smell his scent: a bit of forest, rain, and dry snake. But he refused to look up. He knew the man could feel the heat of his breath. "They are only restrained. Mostly sane." The man paused. "Though that could change."

The muggles struggled harder. Though that was hardly concerning. Harry barely knew these people. Hadn't spent more than ten minutes total in their company. The moment he was able, he had altered their memory and lived in his own place. Nearing his eleventh birthday, he had returned to live in the Dursley's home, just as a farce for the Hogwarts letter. And they were there as a farce for Miss Macmillan. And if Voldemort had performed legimency as he had thought...

"You know." Harry whispered. Everything he had planned. It was all ruined now.

The Dark Lord's aura was everywhere. Dark, oppressive, seductive, it was angry and moved in great gales of power.

Harry's neck bent slightly forward and the tip of his nose brushed Lord Voldemort. His eyes closed as he felt the thin fabric of Voldemort's dress shirt brush his face.

"On your knees."

Harry looked up. Into those red eyes that were burning.

"No."

A strand of magic lightly brushed his cheek, leaving a stinging trail. A cruel smile was tucked into those thinned lips, before "Crucio."

Harry collapsed on the floor. It was so painful. Almost more painful than anything he had experienced, except maybe the rebirth of his soul into the body of Harry Potter. He had been under the crucio once, in his second year, but he had fought back, pushed, but he couldn't now even if he wanted, and he forced himself to not retaliate. And it kept going. Thirty seconds, then one minute… and somewhere along the line Hadrian screamed. And then finally, finally, it stopped.

He opened his eyes to find himself on his back. He had drooled out of the side of his mouth and he tasted blood. He took a few deep breaths, ragged ones, he realized tears had come down his face and his body was not responding quickly to his control.

Interestingly, Snape had turned very pale. Was the man also shaking slightly, or was Hadrian suffering more from the crucio than he thought.

"It appears that Mr. Potter requires a lesson in manners." Lord Voldemort said. "Leave us."

Snape left, but not before sneaking Hadrian an indescribable look. Was that a hint of regret? Hadrian thought about what that could be about. Did his torture bother Snape? Why?

The door shut. He was alone with the Dark Lord.

~*~HPLV~*~

"I don't see why you're so angry." Hadrian began, quietly.

Dark magic manifested itself and pure power threw him back until he crashed into a wall. His vision swam and his back felt like it was burning.

But when it stopped he was on his feet and his own magic materialized around him, becoming strands that reached out and battled the dark magic around him. His magic was dark, yes, but with a thrilling light undercurrent. If the dark lord was fire, Hadrian was lightning.

"Really-" He continued, with a little amusement blending into his tone. Hadrian knew it had to kill Tom to be so much older but still not be in control.

"Silence." The dark lord seethed. "You chose to be reborn, and you chose it in your own manner. I see that it is all too fitting for you to reap the pain of your follies. This is your punishment."

Hadrian glared up at the Dark Lord. "You punish me for my absence, which by the way, was a period of time I had no control over, or time I needed to grow up. You also punish me for choosing my method of immortality, just because it wasn't what you wanted."

"Ah, but you are forgetting child, that you made the choice to have the method of immortality that would require the absence. So the absence is your fault." The Dark Lord was not finished. "But that is not why I am angry. Your method naturally required a lot of time to find a new body, and you required time to grow. You have been alive and well for eleven years. That could have been… tolerable. However, you choose to keep your return a secret, to spite me. That is why I am punishing you."

"You're wrong." Hadrian digested the information. It was… sweet of the Dark Lord to share his thoughts so. They had missed each other. "I didn't keep secret out of any desire to harm you. I was concerned about how interaction with you would be possible, as a child. You would use any weakness of mine to your advantage. Your current manners are more than enough to justify those concerns, aren't they?"

Voldemort smirked. "But child, your current state is all your own doing." If he had allowed Lord Voldemort to resurrect him with the resurrection stone and the ritual of bone of the father, he would have returned to a body at the correct age. However, Hadrian refused to be returned like a homolculous, to be in a body so inferior.

"Don't call me child!"

"But that is what you are. Look at you."

Harry's fist clenched. "It doesn't mean I'm not the same person."

"No. But you have all the emotional and self-control of a boy your age, hence, child." The Dark Lord chuckled, suddenly. "It is a form of endearment. Unless you prefer boy? Sugar baby?"

Hadrian's hiss was response enough for that. "I think you are taking too much delight from this predicament." And the dark lord chuckled, eyes following Hadrian as he jumped up and paced. "I wonder if you didn't plan for me all along to die earlier so I would be reborn younger than you." Harry snarled.

"You were always younger than me." Voldemort's innocent face didn't fool him.

"By five months." Hadrian retorted. His lips curled as an amusing thought struck him. "I'm eleven. And you are… what? Going on eighty?"

The Dark Lord did not look amused. Magic tendrils were leisurely prowling the room, brushing his own strands as they passed. His eyes locked on his own. "And you are mine." He hissed. The Dark Lord prowled towards him, closing the distance that had appeared when he had been thrown against the wall. Hadrian took an involuntary step back, and found that to be a very bad choice when Voldemort was now between him and the door.

Red eyes studied him closely, analyzing every expression. Likely, Voldemort was considering whether he should push the topic of Hadrian keeping his return a secret; or, just get revenge behind the scenes.

"Why come to Hogwarts? I assume your plan was to reach full power, perhaps even be of age, making a name for yourself, before revealing yourself to me." Tom sneered. "Why risk coming here?"

"What is to say that I can't have missed you?"

Lord Voldemort's eyes darkened. "If that were true, you would have given some warning in forty years of absence." He hissed. He caressed his wand lovingly, running the tip up Harry's jacket lapel. "I can give you a larger punishment if you so wish. You have gotten off practically unscathed."

"Yes, because a crucio-" Harry was cut off as he was hit with another pain spell, not as severe as the unforgivable, that made his chest constrict hotly. Harry remained stubbornly on his feet though he leaned against the wall. "-is nothing."

"Stubborn." The Dark Lord remarked. "You have evaded the question skillfully, but I doubt you wish to endure more pain. After all… your child body will not handle it."

Harry scowled at the man. He refused to crane his neck up like a dolt. Harry walked to the desk and swish-flicked his wand to levitate himself onto the desk. Then he turned so he was face-chest to the man. It was difficult when his hands were shaking so much. "I didn't think you would discover me so soon. If Snape had not messed up whatever he had, you would not even be here today." He motioned at the struggling muggles, "And they would not be on your radar."

The Dark Lord raised his eyebrows. "You thought your farce would last for six years. Seven, to graduation."

"It'll last as long as it needs to. For as long as Harry Potter is more useful than Hadrian Evans."

Voldemort's eyes, instead of zoning out in contemplation, narrowed in anger. "No. You will not be following that course of action."

Had the Dark Lord already seen his plan? He had forgotten how quick the man was. "Says who? I can do what I want- I'm Harry Potter!"

"You are mine." The Dark Lord emphasized with a tightening hold on his neck, "The Light do not get to have you." His eyes darkened.

Angrily, Harry swiped the hand away. "The Light won't have me. I am dark." Harry declared. "But if I play it right, I will have the Light."

"Ah, but I have requirement of you, much more than the Light. It is only a matter of time before the Light is mine- I will not give you."

"Then you are arrogant, and underestimating your enemies. The Light know about your horcruxes- they are hunting them down. You think the attacks on death eater mansions are after gold? It is a ruse, to cover their real goal. You are vulnerable and I will use my luck in this life to gain control of that threat."

The lamp behind Voldemort exploded. One moment it was there, the next it was a thousand pieces. Harry ducked but barely shielded himself. A few pieces cut him, he could feel the stinging sensation but ignored them.

"And you shall never patronize me." The Dark Lord hissed.

Harry swallowed. There were few lines in their relationship. And he had just crossed one. Calling him arrogant and mentioning his horcruxes, in the same breath no less,

The dark lord advanced towards him. "You will do no such thing."

"Then we can just watch as the Light get closer to hunting down your horcruxes, as they recruit and get stronger, all because you cannot share!"

"Do not talk to me about sharing boy, as it has been forty years since you last shared anything."

"I am sorry." Harry said quietly. He didn't remember the last time he saw Voldemort so worked up. "But it was necessary."

The man visibly reigned in his temper. "I had no choice then, but I have a choice now. I will not allow it, and that is that."

Harry cried, "You cannot do that."

"Can't I?" Voldemort said, crooning. His voice was soft, deadly. "How will the Light react when they find out their young leader is a necromancer… and a parseltongue?"

Now it was Harry's turn to be silent. His mind quickly thought of the answers, to the questions meant to make him draw these conclusions, nonetheless.

"They will throw you out, before you can even become a member. They will mark you as mine."

He could try to argue more, or control things from behind the scenes. However, he also knew that at his stage, and age, it would be difficult to influence things from the side. It would have to be with the Dark Lord's consent.

Something he never previously took too seriously.

This was not how he thought the conversation would go. In fact, this wasn't even supposed to be this conversation.

"I am yours." Hardian said, cupping the man's face with his hands. He enjoyed how he could move the man's face in any direction that he wanted. It also made studying those features all the more easy. The eye grew red at his declaration. "And you are mine." He curled his fingers around the man's face.

Slowly, the man pulled away. He took a step back nonchalantly and Harry took the time to place some control on his emotions. He watched as the Dark Lord paced in the study. They both took the time to calm down.

"I suppose Hogwarts will do as well as any environment for you to grow and resume your old powers." Voldemort continued. Harry was immediately suspicious. It was not like Voldemort to let a topic drop. However, Harry didn't know how to counter it. "However, I do not approve of the company you are keeping."

"Hermione is quite brilliant, actually. I don't care if she is muggleborn." Harry said.

"It is not blood that matters. You, more than anyone, should know that. What irritates me is that you are consorting with Gryffindors. Families of the Light."

"I am a Potter." Maybe that was a stupid and dangerous thing to remind the Dark Lord of. He was not completely clear on the history of every detail that passed in the last forty years. He did know that Tom had killed James and Lily Potter himself. Why, he couldn't remember. It was probably stupid to remind him that he was the son of his old enemies, but Hadrian would stand by it.

The Dark Lord's eyes darkened in appreciation. "The lamb of the light."

"I'm not a lamb. It's lion."

"Have you read Narnia? What is sacrificed on the stone table?"

"Well, that was a retelling of Jesus. And I wasn't born in a barn."

Harry turned to leave, feeling the conversation, for now at least, was over.

"Be careful of what you pretend to be. People can get tangled in their own webs."

Harry didn't dignify that with a response.

"And child?"

Harry turned around as he was opening the door. The Dark Lord was looking at him like he was fascinated by what he was seeing, a mixture of amusement and annoyance, but mostly like he had won some great prize.

"Welcome back."