Title: One's Most Hated Name

Summary: Harry Potter's younger brother, Mark was thought to be the prophesized child and Harry was left to the orphanage where Voldemort attended. Harry's adventure as a first year student will turn for the worst.

Disclaimer: Dun own it….k?

James was in cold sweat; he tried to run as fast as he could towards his student. Preston was badly injured, lying in a warm pool of his own blood. With a hand firmly gripped onto a golden snitch, his portkey that he always had in case of an emergency, James raced towards Harry. Harry had his hand outstretched, desperately reached out for the Order member. James' eyes widened as a cloaked man with a white mask grabbed his student and portkeyed away.

All around him, the able-bodied Death Eaters portkeyed away leaving their injured companions behind.

James cursed his own stupidity, 'I could have done something. Anything! I can't believe I let him be taken! A first-year and not to mention out school champion! Dumbledore will have my head.' James mumbled to himself as he looked about him, seven maybe eight Death Eaters were left either dead or were severely wounded.

The Order members finally caught up to James.

"What happened?" Sirius asked, patting his best mate on the shoulder.

"Harry Preston, I didn't get to him on time", James said softly, regret evident in his voice.

"Relax, James, we can get him back in no time," Sirius tried to soothe James, "besides, haven't you always hated the boy?"

"Yeah, but this is different", James implored, "a first-year encountering the Dark Lord! He won't come out alive."

"Now that you mention it James, why do you think that all the Death Eaters went after Harry? Maybe to get him initiated?" Sirius said to try and satisfy his burning curiosity.

"No, probably not. They were probably trying to find Draco Malfoy due to his mother's…you know, death," James said hesitantly as he surveyed surrounding Order members clean up the scene. The heat of the moment that James had been wrapped up in had vanished and James felt slightly better after reassuring himself that he will personally try and bring back Harry.

A loud CRACK sounded from behind Sirius. James swung around brandishing his wand.

"Now, now. James, it's just me," came the familiar voice of a man with.

"Albus!" Sirius noted, looking surprised, "I thought you couldn't apparate here?"

"The charm has been taken out," Dumbledore nodded before his tone became more serious, "I saw Mr. Malfoy back at Hogwats, he look very troubled. I suppose this has to do with Mr. Preston?"

James nodded in agreement, " Draco Malfoy and Harry Preston were split up and Harry was dueling at least 30 Death Eaters when I arrived…"

James hesitated for a moment and then continued, "I saw him badly injured and kidnapped by a Death Eater."

"I see," Dumbledore furrowed his eyebrows; the madly glinting twinkle in his eyes now dulled to a somewhat faded shine, "When Severus come back, we'll have our meeting and plan things out tonight."

James nodded in agreement; there was no point now in looking for Harry without a clear plan. Though James had his worries rested a bit, he still couldn't deny the sensation of loss as he fingered his golden snitch in his pocket.

Voldemort looked down at Harry, whom was left lying on the floor with a few broken ribs as wells as deep and bloody slashes on his chest. All Harry could do was to fight the seething pain stand up. Harry didn't to respond to Voldemort, luckily Voldemort only whispered Harry's last name and so none of his rapidly apparating Death Eaters could hear. Harry was afraid that if he were to open his mouth, he would cry in pain due to his wounds. Harry did support his broken rib with his arm though.

All about him, Death Eaters flooded in. Some Death Eater's cloaks were soaked in blood and dirt. The ones who could move made a circle around the Dark Lord and what appeared to them as a mere child. The Death Eater that brought Harry here, however, stood beside Harry waiting for his award from his master. Harry had an overwhelming urge to curse the man that brought him here but it was, after all, enemy territory and Harry did not want any duels with the state he was in.

"Well, well, my loyal Death Eaters, you did well. You brought me Harry…Preston," Voldemort sneered in a mocking fashion, over pronouncing his name.

"But! I do believe I asked for the youngest Malfoy as well," Voldemort's eyes glowed dark red, "I do believe that it was the duty of Morran to bring his younger brother here?"

"Come forth Morran," Voldemort said. Those words were not especially loud but they echoed through the silent hall as though the words held weight.

Slowly, the Death Eater standing beside, the very same one that kidnapped Harry, walked forth.

"Ah, I see," Voldemort curved his lips upwards, all the anger dissipated, "You brought Preston here, I assume. Well, I suppose I am willing to cancel your punishment as a reward for bringing the child here. Though you may have failed your last task, you are still to bring your brother here."

Morran trembled slightly from the thought that Voldemort may punish him again like the night before, when he warned Harry to quit the tournament. Relaxing his shoulder when Voldemort was done his speech, Morran bowed, whispered "Yes, master" and stepped into the circle of Death Eaters.

Snape stood at the very back of the circle, intently listening on every word his master said. Snape was surprised that the Death Eater's have managed to catch the Slytherin boy. 'Idiots' he snarled at the Order in his head.

Voldemort announced, "I want you all to leave and bring those who were foolish enough to die with you. Except for the inner circle as well as Severus Snape."

Snape who was planning out various ways to get Harry out of this mess, widened his eyes in surprise as he heard his name called. Not that anyone would know his shock behind his featureless mask.

When the hall had cleared, Snape stepped forth, making a small but orderly circle with the rest of the inner circle. The Dark Lord looked intently at Snape. Snape avoided Voldemort's piercing gaze and watched Harry's lungs take in long labored breaths as he set up his mental shield.

"Severus," Voldemort remarked, "You are to be initiated into the inner circle as of now."

Severus ripped his eyes off of Harry and whispered, "M-My Lord?"

Voldemort smirked, "Of course the details would be taken care of later, we have an important guest right now."

Voldemort shifted his gaze from Snape and rested his eyes upon Harry. "Do you know why you are here?" Voldemort asked, walking to Harry, his tone was as menacing and sharp as always but this time around, it seemed that Voldemort wasn't talking to an enemy, rather, it seemed like he talked to another one of his inner circle Death Eaters.

Harry felt no prodding against his mind from Voldemort and so he simply said, "To kill me?"

"No, you are here to be recruited," Voldemort circled around Harry once before stopping to face the boy, "You shall be branded with my mark and in return I will allow you into the Inner Circle."

'This has got to be a joke' Harry thought, 'as if I'll join him! I hate the war, it's not like I came back into the wizarding world for this!' With determination, Harry angrily rejected Voldemort's offer with sarcastic malice, "Yeah, sure! I'll join. Because you know, we all want to have an ugly unoriginal tattoo, just like the rest of the people I'll work with. Also, to wake up everyday to kiss your robes. That's really fun. Don't forget the daily dose of cruciat-"

"Crucio," Voldemort sneered enjoying the irony of the moment.

Harry felt pain beyond this world. The cruciatus curse along with his injuries during battle caused Harry's well-trained self-control to shatter as he screamed out in pain.

Voldemort kept his wand fixated on Harry as he turned to address the Inner Circle, "Report on your missions you've been assigned."

Snape stared in horror as a man stepped out first, "My Lord, the ingredients are assembled, the rare dragon scales were found and purchased."

This time a young woman with a harsh, loud, and shrilly voice stepped forward, "My Lord, I have Heartnet's body. It is still suitable for our purposes."

One by one, the ten Death Eaters, excluding Snape, reported their progress in assigned posts.

Voldemort nodded almost tauntingly, "Yes, of course this was the exact reason you have been chosen as my Inner Circle. Do not forget Snape, I expect loyalty from all my members, especially ones of my Inner Circle."

Snape shifted uncomfortably as he heard Harry's rasped out yells.

Harry couldn't stand the pain. Small black dots flickered in front of him, threatening to cloud his whole vision. By now, Harry didn't care, we wished for the black dots to overtake his vision. Breathing was getting especially hard and painstakingly hard. Just as he was about to fall into sleep, the worse part of the pain disappeared.

"Uurgh," Harry rasped out, not even bothering to stand. Harry could feel a warm white glow emitting from his wrist.

Voldemort's red eyes immediately slitted as he sneered, "Severus, take this boy to the cellars and you are permitted to treat his wounds."

Harry permitted himself to he supported by Snape to the 'cellars', wherever they are located. Snape led Harry through a maze that was their hideout.

"Preston," Snape said looking down at the boy. Snape felt a pang of sorrow as he looked down upon the child. From being a hero to Slytherin and representing their school in the Tri-Wizard Tournament to this. A bloody mess that was too obviously going to die. No one survived talking in a disrespectable manner to the Dark Lord. "You should have taken the deal, he didn't kill you right away because he probably wants to torture you till your death."

"I know…" Harry rasped out in reply.

Finally they arrived to Harry's lodgings. The metal door had a sideways slit with heavy iron hinges. Opening the door revealed a small cell. There was a futon and a toilet.

Just as Snape set Harry on the futon, he felt a sharp pain on his left arm, instinctively reaching towards his left arm with his right, Snape said hurriedly, "I have to go Harry. A word of advice, don't do something that stupid every again."

Harry watched his potions teacher leave but not before locking the door. Harry subconsciously noticed how dark it was in here and how he wished the white light engulfed him again. 'Che' Harry thought, 'If this were to be my death, what a pathetic way to go'

Harry managed to curl himself into a ball and fall asleep within a minute of relaxing.

Draco sat with Professor Evans waiting for Dumbledore to return. A pan of guilt shot through him as he saw Black, Professor Potter and Dumbledore enter the office without Harry.

Potter and Black sat beside Evans and they all shared a look of concern, no one saying anything as they waited for Dumbledore to begin.

Dumbledore sighed and sat on his chair behind his desk and gazed steadily at Draco, "Mr. Malfoy, would you like to tell me exactly why both you and Harry had Death Eater's following you."

Draco shifted in his seat and without looking Dumbledore straight in the eye, he said, "Umm…I was invited back to…father's mansion this winter and I was allowed to bring one friend. I decided to have Harry come with me. I swear, I didn't mean for any of us to get hurt. Harry's fine though right? He's in the infirmary?" Draco asked the question he was holding in ever since the arrival of the three wizards.

The adults shared a look and Draco felt his heart plummet, Dumbledore shook his head and answered, "I'm sorry Mr. Malfoy but we did not make it in time."

At this, James was intently staring at his feet, remaining quiet. Malfoy, on the other hand, rupture, "WHAT? How could you not have gotten him? Harry has probably taken out or injured half the Death Eaters there, how could the Order do nothing?"

"Calm down, we're gathering information on Harry as of this moment but we cannot do anything before we know the whole story so please continue on how things deteriorated this far," Dumbledore urged Draco on.

Draco didn't feel like sitting down and chatting about today's events but he knew that nothing good will come out of him having a fit right now. Draco took a steady breath and explained, "When we were having breakfast, Morran was acting really weird and so was father but I just thought that they…didn't sleep well," Draco outright lied.

Dumbledore all the while listened to Draco's explanation pieced everything together, as he knew that the current Minister was one of the Dark Lords pawns. Dumbledore felt really sad for Draco for the poor boy's loss.

Draco continued his explanation; he was at the part where the Order members surrounded him when the door swung open revealing a haggard-looking Snape. Snape immediately regained his composure upon witnessing the other people beside Dumbledore.

Noticing Snape's hesitancy to report the news, Dumbledore said, "Mr. Malfoy, please head to your dormitory."

Draco was about to protest but the wizards wouldn't hear any of it and so Draco left muttering, "Harry's my friend too…"

With the door safely shut, Snape curtly told Dumbledore of the events, "The boy was kidnapped and brought to the Dark Lord," at this point Lily's eyes grew wide, "he was asked to join but instead…he insulted the Dark Lord and was held under the cruciatus for almost ten minutes."

James inwardly cursed and blamed himself for those 10 minutes that the student had to endure due to him, he asked, "What was his condition?"

Snape shut his eyes and said, "Without the proper attention, the boy will last a week at most."

Audible gasps escaped from the rest of the wizards, bar Dumbledore.

Dumbledore knew that Snape wasn't spilling everything and he urged Snape on, "And?"

Snape continued, "And the Dark Lord has made me a member of the inner cir-."

His Dark Mark went haywire; Snape hissed at the interruption but the Dark Lord was calling him and so he said, "Excuse me Headmaster," and he curtly walked out of the room, his cape billowing behind him.

Harry woke with a sharp rasp as he felt his hair being pulled upwards to m

eet the face of Lucius Malfoy.

Harry wondered how long he slept as he felt some of his bruises healed, Harry vaguely wondered if this had to do with the white light that had formed around his bracelet. Harry then asked, "What Malfoy? Come to gloat that forty Death Eaters took down just one boy in his first year?"

Lucius shoved Harry against the stone wall and pointed a wand at Harry's chest, "Look, I know that you are really Harry Potter and if you don't want me to hurt your family, then I suggest you to be quiet and join the Dark Lord."

Harry's eyes pierced through Malfoy when Malfoy said his old name but then Harry gave a loud, mocking laugh, "Kill them for all I care! In fact I'll help you. You can't use them to threaten me Malfoy!"

Malfoy snarled but as though in he had a sudden realization, smiled, "I know one other you are close to. My son, Draco."

Realization dawned on Harry. What a father…using his own son like that! Harry jumped up so suddenly that Malfoy in total surprise was rooted to the spot. Harry snatched Lucius's wand and pointed it coolly back at Malfoy.

"So this is the extent of your abilities? I must say I'm disappointed," Harry muttered, "Stupefy"

Lucius slumped on the floor, stunned. Harry took this opportunity to run the heck out of the small cell.

The halls felt like a blur to Harry, he did not remember the way back out but with sheer determination, he finally made his way to the a giant pair of doors. Harry didn't really know if this door lead outside but he felt a slight draft of cool air coming from under the door and knew that if he didn't at least try, he would be dead meat.

Opening the two lead doors, he immediately wished he hadn't. Voldemort's eyes snapped up from his meeting with the inner circle. Even with their masks on, Harry could recognize the greasy hair protruding from Snape's hood.

"Welcome, Harry Potter," Voldemort smiled.

Harry widened his eyes in anger as he said, "So you told your whole inner circle."

Snape was relatively new and so upon hearing the news, Snape really felt as though he was going to have a heart attack as he glanced from Voldemort to Harry frantically but none of the other Death Eaters showed any surprise. Usually, Snape would be calm and collected but upon hearing a name that hasn't been said to him for ten years caused him to loose the sense of felling in his legs. 'This is the first-born child of the Potters!' Snape repeated this information and ran over it so many times in his head that he had and great headache by the end.

"I do believe I had sent Lucius to fetch you but this will do, " Voldemort announced.

Upon hearing Voldemort, Harry narrowed his eyes and stiffened into a defense position.

"Harry, you know that I want you in our ranks so why do you defy me so? We are so similar to one another. We both grew up with little knowledge of our parents and were both raised in a muggle orphanage. Why not join me? I can make you stronger so that would never happen again."

Harry admitted that it somewhat felt tempting but he reminded himself that he was the one that caused Draco to be in so much pain and he was the one that forcefully took away his childhood.

"I decline your offer. If you want to kill me, go right ahead." Harry refused as the thought of death really didn't intimidate him after all that he's been through.

"I tried offering you status, and reasoning with you but as you can't see what I can do for you, I will perhaps allow that friend of yours, Draco, to take your place in my ranks," Voldemort threatened.

"Draco would never join you," Harry said defiantly, Harry knew that it wasn't a question of whether Draco was willing but Harry's mind raced and came to the conclusion that even though Voldemort says he wants Draco to join his ranks, Draco would be safe at Hogwarts.

"He will join me, Harry, I can be very persuasive, "Voldemort said coolly, "Either way, I have the next six years to get him to see my ways."

Harry's eyes narrowed, "What do you mean?"

"Heh, do you really think that Draco has escaped my grasps forever? Narcissa was killed so that Lucius can have full parental rights to your poor friend," Voldemort enjoyed the pained look on Harry as he explained.

Harry was panicking as small beads of seat formed on the side of his head but unfortunately Lord Voldemort was not finished.

"Of course you won't come into the ranks for naught, I can revive your friend Kyle for you. The muggle can come back from the dead," Voldemort laughed at Harry's horror-stuck expression.

"What do you know about Kyle?" Harry asked and pointed Lucius' wand in his hand towards the chest of Voldemort, which only made Voldemort's cruel laughter louder.

"What do you think you can possibly do?" Voldemort questioned, "Do you think you can take me? Think about it, you detest your parents so you have nothing to loose if you join me, plus wouldn't his be a good way to get back at them?"

Harry felt disgusted, not only did Voldemort know about Kyle, he was sure that Voldemort did something to Kyle but he wasn't going to ask again, Voldemort dodged that question completely, obviously not wanting to share the information.

"Bring Kyle in," Voldemort nodded to a masked Death Eater, "The rest of you can leave, as this is strictly between me and Harry."

Snape watched Harry intently, but he followed the Dark Lord's orders and he held his left forearm with his right hand to apparate out of the Manor.

Harry noticed the burning glee in Voldemort's eyes and inwardly groaned, 'whatever this was about, it's not going to be a nice surprise', Harry thought.

Within a few tense moments, Kyle Heartnet walked in after the Death Eater, whom went outside to stand guard.

Harry gasped loudly. Kyle! No way it could really be Kyle, Kyle's dead! Seeing Kyle here brought back a painful rush of memories of when they were together, just enjoying life with as much freedom as they wanted. Kyle was the only person that kept Harry going during tough times; when it was cold, it was Kyle that kept the fire going to stay warm. Whenever they didn't have food, Kyle would never hesitate to share his portion.

"Kyle?" Harry asked hesitantly, not wanting to believe that the Kyle here was actually his best friend.

Kyle wore the typical Death Eater garment but without the mask. Kyle didn't respond to Harry, rather, Kyle bowed to Lord Voldemort and kissed the hem of his robes.

Harry watched in horror and Voldemort grasped the moment to say. "Isn't it amazing? Your long gone friend is here, with you! Aren't you going to express your friendship?"

Harry knew that whatever make Kyle stand before him was unnatural and therefore this Kyle couldn't be the real Kyle! 'But' Harry thought, 'it really does look like him so the bodies must be the same but as for the soul, that was another matter. How did Voldemort accomplish such a feat?'

"How-," Harry stammered out, about to ask his question.

"You will know all in due time," Voldemort answered vaguely, not wanting to bother answering Harry's questions.

Harry didn't really want to know but he felt as though he had to end the prolonged misery of his friend. Harry's eyes became watery at the thought of Kyle's body being used like this and thus pointed the wand squarely on Kyle's chest. Harry's hand shook as he tried to say the killing curse but Harry knew that it would be highly unlikely to get it on the first try and yet-.

Voldemort interrupted the two and tapped his wand lightly on Kyle's back, looking somewhat pleased.

"Harry? Harry! It really is you, how've you been mate? Hope Scorpion hasn't given you too much trouble," Kyle said with lively eyes pouring into that of Harry's emerald.

Harry's already shaking hands could not take in anymore. Harry's eyes filled with tears as he kept repeating to himself that freeing Kyle's body from this purpose is the best that he could for his long dead friend right now and that Kyle wouldn't suffer anymore at the hands of Voldemort. But then again, Harry couldn't look directly into the eyes of Kyle, it was much too painful.

"What's wrong Harry?" Kyle gazed at the situation in front of him and when he noticed Voldemort, Kyle asked, "What's going on. Who is-"

At this, Voldemort tapped his wand on the poor boy again and Kyle stiffened once more and kneeled before Voldemort.

"You know, a real piece of his soul is in there," Voldemort dully noted, but Voldemort waited for Harry's reaction to this piece of news before he called his servant, "McNair! Take Kyle back."

Harry stood rooted to the spot. That really was Kyle! Harry snapped his eyes to face Voldemort, "What are you planning to do to him?"

"Nothing, that is if you join me," Voldemort sneered, "But then again, if you don't want to join me, I'm sure both Kyle and Draco wouldn't mind sacrificing themselves for you."

Harry was in deep thought, 'What do I do? Calm down! Kyle and Draco is okay right now, as long as I work for Voldemort, they'll continue to be fine but I don't want to be used like this! I never wanted to become the servant of the man who ruined my childhood and everything!'

Voldemort sensing that Harry was in turmoil, offered, "Of course, your stay as one of us can be temporary and you can leave whenever the time is right."

Voldemort continued as he watched Harry's emerald eyes meet his blazing red ones and so he continued, "I will mark you of course to show you are mine but it can be temporary and different from mosmodre. I will allow both Kyle and Draco to be safe as long as you are in my service."

Harry's confusion seemed to click into place. This new piece of information made sense to him for both sides of the deal. If Voldemort forced him, he would only have rebelled Voldemort by betraying him but if this deal was only temporary, he could allow Kyle and Draco protection and when things were done and said, no permanent harm was done but one thing still annoyed Harry.

"I won't kill for you," Harry noted, still staring furiously at Voldemort, the number one most feared wizard.

"Of course I won't ask you to. I don't even plan on using you that much," Voldemort explained, "Of course,I know about your powers and your strength and so I want you to lead my Death Eaters in some raids but only the ones that are harder for the inner circle to handle alone."

Harry bit his lip. He didn't want to do this and he couldn't help but protect his two friends, especially when the reason those two were entangled into this mess was because of Harry. Harry remembered when Draco shivered and claimed that he did not want to join Voldemort and Kyle as he came out of Voldemort's control to be like his old self.

If there's one thing the streets have taught him, it was that emotions don't make you think rationally and so Harry forced himself to calm down. Harry never wanted to get involved in the war but now that he unconsciously dragged Kyle into the mess, he couldn't abandon him. Nor could Harry abandon Draco, the only one that stood by him during school. The choice was unbearably clear.

"I will accept you offer on the account that I won't kill anyone and that it's temporary," Harry closed his eyes in defeat as he submitted to the one person that messed up his life.

Voldemort smiled sadistically; while Harry was in his care, Harry would be seen as a Death Eater from the whole wizarding world and Harry would sooner or later see that this wizarding world was unloyal and pathetic and so Harry will join him permanently.

"Parcius," Voldemort said, shooting a spell at Harry. The light of the spell was black but it seemed more like a shadow that was shot out of Voldemort's wand. It hit Harry on his collarbone, between the base of his neck and his shoulder.

Harry moaned and the pain seared through his body but Harry was rather glad that this was not as painful as what he had been through the other day. When it was all over and done, Harry once again found himself on the floor and struggled to stand up.

"Nott!" Voldemort asked and a guard from outside the door came in, "Bring Harry to the guest quarters."

Nott put his hand on Harry trying to lead Harry into the nicer sleeping quarters but Harry shrugged off Nott and followed him instead. Harry closed his eyes in defeat, he had given into Voldemort. Humiliation swept through him as he followed Nott outside. Harry wants to keep his word that he will follow orders but Harry swore to himself that the second Voldemort shows weakness; he will exact his revenge on Voldemort.

James and Lily talked in hushed whispers on what they expected Dumbledore to do to get Harry back. Both James and Lily tried to distance themselves from things like this, during wars these events were bound to happen and there was no point in wasting time feeling sorry for themselves, now was the time to take action and save the student before he becomes a casualty of war.

Snape and Dumbledore strode into the teachers lounge looking for the Potters. Upon finding them, Dumbledore made sure to have no one else in the room and casted a silencing charm. When all four wizards sat down across form one another, Dumbledore began, "There's been a very troubling piece of information I think you would like to know before we have our Order meeting."

James distinctly noticed the worried glanced Snape and Dumbledore shared between one another. Snape completely lost his cool and collected mask and was rubbing his left forearm gingerly. Dumbledore's eyes were completely dull and lacked it's usual twinkle.

Lily took James hand and prayed that Mark was safe with Sirius and that nothing happened to the ones she was close to.

James asked the two wizards, "Tell us what's going on! What happened?"