Disclaimer : The story line is mine, however, now I have more then just the clothes on my back. Harry Potter and all things affiliated with it belong to the one and only J.K. Rowling.

Summary : What happens when Harry Potter discovers he is being lied to and manipulated by the only people he ever loved? No. No more of this. Harry turns to the only person he knows who won't lie to him. But where will that lead him? Will he follow the path of the light, the only path he's ever truly known, even though they abandoned him and let him be abused, or turn to the dark where they offer him everything he could ever want, including his first crush.

Warnings : There will be mentions of some rape and child abuse. If this is offensive in any way, please do not read. Pairings - RL/TR!LV, LM/SS, HP/DM. Weasley!bashing (Not Fred or George. Bill and charlie don't come into this story), Dumbles!bashing, Ron!bashing, Hermione!bashing.

Word count : 2,630 (Chapter).
Word count : 5,629 (Whole).

Rating : M. If you find any of the above offensive, please don't read.

A/N One: I have edited some of this chapter :)

"What do you mean he wishes to set up a meeting with you?!" Lord Voldemort asked, relatively calmly.

"My Lord, do you think I should meet with him? I do not suspect it could be a trap, as that would be terribly Slytherin for a Gryffindor." The black robed-clad man spoke softly, his voice a lovely baritone.

"Yes, you're right, Severus. However, I trust you will approach the situation with caution, not just rush in there, demanding answers. And, how many times must I tell you, call me Tom! None of this my lord nonsense when it is just us. Understand?"

"Of course Tom. I shall set up a meeting with the boy for tomorrow. Does that satisfy you?"

"Yes. Now on with it."

Tom riddle was not commonly a very patient man, however, his faithful potions master had been creating him a new potion, so he had been very lenient with him. The potion was to restore him to his former self. In his former self, he was rather good looking, if he said so himself. When he was younger, he had shoulder length curly dark brown hair with a lovely golden skin tone. His eyes were still red, though they were slightly less deranged. Though, when Tom got in his fight with Dumblebee, he cast some curse on him, making him look more snake like.

Tom shook himself from his stupor in time to watch Severus raise from his seated position at the opposite side of his desk. He watched as Severus bowed ever so slightly, a smile curving his lips.

"Until next time, My Lord." He murmured, his voice dripping with amusement before he ducked out of the room. A curse hit the door as it was closing and he walked towards his study laughing softly.

~~Privet Drive~~

When Harry received his reply from Professor Snape, he was delighted. His hands shook with anticipation and it took him three attempts before the words sunk in.

Dear Lord Potter-Black,

I would love to know how you acquired this title of Lord, without my knowledge. I graciously accept your invitation to meet and shall be arriving at your relatives home to speak with you. I shall arrive on the 2nd of August at precisely 2pm.

Hoping you are well,

Professor S. Snape

Potions Master of Hogwarts

That went even better then Harry expected! He had thought the first letter would be shot down immediately, and Harry would be forced to send another, pleading for a meeting. Then possibly a third with some mention of his home life and how he needed help. To be accepted straight away, it was brilliant. Now, when did his professor say he was- Uh-oh! The second! That's today! And it's already 1 o'clock. I'm screwed!

Harry jumped up, rushing down the stairs. His lack of focus on his surroundings is what caused him to be caught off guard when his lump of an uncle grabbed him around the waist and threw him down on the settee in the living room. Uncle Vernon quickly moved to straddle him, pinning him to the settee.
"I've been waiting a long time for an opportunity like this, you whore. Whores need to learn their place. You need to earn your keep now you're old enough boy."
And, without further ado, his uncle ripped his pants off him, removed his hard and straining member and slammed it straight into Harry's unprepared hole. Harry shrieked with pain, tears burning his eyes.

"Be quiet, freak! There's no-one around to hear you!" His uncle slipped his belt from around his fat waist and curved it around his fist. He slashed the buckle of the belt against his back multiple times as he repeatedly slammed into Harry. He could feel his hole tearing and fought against the tears that wanted to fall. He had not cried for that fat lump in over thirteen years. He would not start again now.

When the sound of a knife being hit against the table, he stiffened in fear. The knife was always bad news. His insides squirmed when Vernon pressed the blade onto his back. With a shriek of pain and a flourish of movements, the words 'whore', 'freak', 'slut' and 'mine' were carved into his back and side. Vernon laughed, and sprinkled some salt onto the wounds. He kept thrusting all the time with a sick groan.

After half an hour of the vicious beating and brutal raping, his uncle stiffened and shot his load into Harry's torn insides. His uncle pulled out, before tucking himself back in. A smirk lit up his uncles face as he started to lay into him with fists and - after dragging Harry off the settee - feet. Harry bit his lip to keep silent as he felt his ribs shatter and bruises swelling up under the skin.

All of a sudden, the front door slammed open. Harry looked up, fearfully and slightly anticipating. Was someone here to save him? No. Because nobody saved freaks. So when he heard the familiar baritone drawl of his potions master, he was sufficiently surprised.
"What the devil is going on here?!" His voice dripped with barely there anger, though his eyes promised murder. "Beating an innocent defenceless child! Even the dark lord is not that cruel!" He flicked his wand, non-verbally casting an incarcerous charm to bind the fat lump of a man. He swooped to the boy - no, man - led curled up on the floor. He took his robe from his shoulders and wrapped Harry in it. Another flick of his wand and all Harry's belongings were stored inside his trunk which was promptly shrunk and placed in a pocket. Snape walked outside with the man cradled in his arms. Holding his precious bundle close, he turned on the spot.

When Severus landed in Tom's office, holding a black wrapped bundle, he was surprised. He was lucky though since his lover had been doing nought but straddling him and making out with him. Severus blushed and looked away.

"I apologize, Tom. But this could not wait a moment longer. I suggest you call your most trusted healer."

The second the words were out of his lips, Tom's lover had shot up and thrown himself towards Severus.

"Harry!" Remus cried, his werewolf senses letting him know his cub is nearby. He moved the robe from Harry's body and cried out when he saw the damage. "What happened?" He whispered hoarsely.

"His pathetic muggle uncle was beating him." Severus replied, calmly, as Tom called his healer.

"His uncle? My God.. His uncle .. His uncle, raped him.." Remus muttered, devastated. "My cub. How dare he?! How dare he place my cub with those awful people! ESPECIALLY after everything you said about Petunia, Sev."

"Yes, I understand that. But, if you do not want your cub to die, you will step aside and allow me to place him in a room for the healers to see to him." Severus sneered at Remus, his own painful childhood flaring dangerously in his mind. Remus nodded, tears welling in his eyes. He gestured for Severus to go, stepping aside. Severus carried him into a spare bedroom and rested him on the bed. Mere moments later, the healer came rushing in, and pushed everyone out.

A few hours later found an annoyed, pacing werewolf, a brooding, pacing 'dungeon bat' and a faintly amused Dark Lord. They could hear mainly silence from in the room, but every once in a while, there would be a faint whimper or a cry of pain. In return, Remus let out an almost silent growl then a reassuring rumble which appeared to calm the boy down as there was no noise for a small while later.

Slowly, the door popped open and out came a weary woman, of about forty years. She had lovely brown hair in a messy bun on the top of her head with a few small streaks of gray. She had faded laugh lines around her eyes and a stern look on her face. She reminded one of Poppy Pomphrey, Hogwarts resident mediwitch, yet kinder; and more stern at the same time.

"God. The damage.. Years old. Some wounds are from the beginning of summer. He has scars that are years old." She said, using her 'no-nonsense' healer voice.

"How many years?" Remus asked fearfully, biting his lip softly. Tom came up behind him, wrapping his younger lover in his arms tenderly. The Healer frowned for a moment, looking to Remus. She sighed lightly, her eyes grave.

"The youngest scars appear to be from last summer. The oldest are from about fifteen years ago." Everything stopped, before Remus roared in rage. His eyes turned amber, with the influence of the wolf. With the full moon being so close, only his mate or cub could calm him. His mate wrapped him in his arms, frowning in anger. "Unfortunately, that's not the worst. Harry appears to have magic restricting bands. He has one on his neck and one of each of his ankles. Out of the magical signatures that locked them, there are three, I only recognise one. The headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. I will need help removing them, perhaps you can help me identify the other two."

Together, the four moved back into the room, only to freeze at the sigh before them. Harry was sitting up at the head of the bed, his knees pulled to his chest, his chin resting on his knees. His still brightly shining emerald green eyes stared at the four of them, pining them in place.

"I can tell you who the other two were." His voice, like him, seemed very small and innocent, though that was perhaps the scariest bit. The tiny frame seemed swamped in that large bed, his skin too pale in the black silk sheets. "Mr and Mrs Weasley. Bumblewhore convinced them that it was best for me. That I was emotionally distraught and I needed containing. That I could lose control and attack people. Wanna know the spells they used? Anti-suicide. Anti-self harm. I can't even eat properly, not that I'm allowed to eat much at the Dursley's anyway. Did you know, I'm allergic to peanuts and potatoes? That's all I had to eat at first, till I realised that I was allergic and I started refusing them. Moony!" His voice suddenly filled with childlike glee at seeing his honorary father.

Remus smiled and moved forwards, all anger forgotten; for now. He wrapped Harry up in his arms, resting his nose in Harry's silky black locks and inhaled deeply. He looked up when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and smiled softly.

"Harry, this is Tom Riddle. He's my mate." He looks down at Harry for a moment, before looking away, biting his lip.

"Moony? Look at me?" Remus shook his head slightly, not wanting to see the disgust or resentment that could possibly be in his cubs eyes. "Remus Lupin, you look at me right now." His voice was filled with authority and it shocked Remus enough to make him look at Harry. His eyes were warm and happy, despite the order.

"I'm so happy you found your mate, Moony. Now I don't have to convince you to turn dark with me." He giggled softly, burrowing himself closer to Remus's chest.

"As happy as this little reunion is, would you not be glad to be rid of those ridiculous bands?" came the smooth baritone of the potions professor.

"Hello, Sevvie." Harry said cheekily, smirking gently. Severus narrowed his eyes at him, but let it slide. Harry's smirk widened. Remus carefully lifted Harry, and moved to the head of the bed, holding Harry close to him. He nodded once, to say go ahead.

An hour and a half later, found a peacefully sleeping Harry curled up to a sleeping Remus, worry lines stressing his forehead. Tom and Severus stood over them, both deep in thought and frowning. A certain blonde walked in, tilting his head.

"My Lord? Severus?" Came the famous drawl of Lucius Malfoy. He stopped just behind Severus, and lazily wrapped his arms around him.

"Lily's son, Lucius.. Lily's son. How could he do it to her son?" He muttered, tears in his eyes though he would never let them fall. Lucius just tightened his arms, and frowned.

"Come now. Let's go to bed. We shall talk to him in the morning. Let me take care of you." He uttered softly in Severus's ear.

"Oh that's right. You get laid, while I can't." Tom joked, pouting softly. The two lovers walk down the corridor to their own room where they fall into bed together.

A calm sweeps over the manor an hour later as everyone sleeps peacefully. The soft sound of owls hooting fills the air as they fly in and out to hunt.

Red eyes snapped open, looking up at the ceiling. He was confused as to what had woken him until he heard the soft slurping noises and felt the wonderful suction on his member. He looked down and groaned at the sight. Remus on his knees, with his lips around Tom's erect penis, amber eyes locked on red. Claws trailed softly over Tom's thighs as a tongue licked along the vein softly. A hand came up to fondle his sack and he released with a shout of pleasure. Remus crawled up Toms body, and curled into his side with a sigh of contentment.

"Remus, love?" Tom murmured, stroking his hand through Remus's hair.

"Yes?" He purred. looking up into red eyes. Tom suddenly flipped Remus under him, stroking his hand down down Remus's chest.

"Payback." A smirk curved his lips at the look of lust in Remus's eyes. Tom's lips found Remus's nipple and he started to lavish at it. Nibbling and sucking until the nipple stood fully erect. He turned his attention onto the nipple, giving it the same treatment. Remus groaned, trying to press his hips up into Tom's.

"Tom." He growled, amber eyes shining brightly. Before he could blink, Tom's mouth engulfed him, and he groaned huskily. Tom grazed his teeth gently on the shaft causing Remus to buck into his mouth, head tilting backwards. He worked his magic on Remus and watched as he arched up towards him with a smirk. Remus's hands buried into Tom's hair when he felt that familiar coil in his stomach. With a growl, he cummed hard down Tom's throat and watched as Tom swallowed it all.

"You have no idea, how hot you look doing that." Remus muttered, pulling Tom up for a kiss and tasting himself in the kiss. "Actually though, I have two things to tell you over breakfast. Well, tell you one thing, ask you another.." The nervousness shone in his eyes, so Tom nodded, with a gentle smile.

Half an hour later, the two sat, freshly washed and dressed at the breakfast table, eating some pancakes.

"What was it, my love? Relax and tell me.."

"Well, first. If Harry approves, could we adopt him?" Remus muttered gently, looking into Toms face. He relaxed when Tom's face split into a wide grin.

"I would love nothing more, my lovely. And the other thing?" He replied, stretching across the table to grip Remus's hand.

"What would you say, to kids of your own?" Remus asked, head down.

"Kids of my own? Well.. I'd love them, why?"

"Well.. I'm pregnant.."

A/N Two: I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while. Got distracted with college work so all my little plot bunnies ran away. But now, they're rampant. Here is a little preview of chapter Three with a question that will be open for a few days. I am on my Christmas break now so I hope I'll be able to post one if not two new chapters.

Next to arrive, were Severus and Lucius, holding the others hand, both looking slightly debauched. Remus chuckled, his heightened nose catching the smell of sex on both of them. Harry and Tom smirked, having a fairly good idea of what they both had been doing. Draco just looked ill. They took their seats, Lucius next to Remus and Severus next to him. Draco glanced at the chair beside him with a soft frown. He almost jumped when he felt a hand softly squeeze his knee. His eyes lifted up to Harry smiling gently at him.
"Where is she?"
"She went on holiday to our manor in Paris. She said she'd be back before breakfast today with her true mate."
"True mate?" Harry asked, an adorable tilt to his head, soft black hair falling into stunning avada kedavra green eyes. Draco shook his head and smiled softly.
"Yeah. Mother's from a family of veela. Father too. Both full veela's."
"Are you a full veela too?" He asked curiously, his eyes seeming to dim slightly.
"Yes." Draco replied, cautiously, eyeing Harry with nerves.
"So you have a true mate too?"
"I do. If my mates a dominate, I will know when they come into their inheritance. If they are my submissive, when I turn seventeen, I will know my true mate from a dream I will receive."
"Oh. Okay!" He smiled before returning to his meal.

Here is the question. I am asking you all to tell me who you think Narcissa's true mate should be.