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?

Harry fingered his burn at where Voldemort his him with the spell. Harry didn't expect the spell to hurt as much as it did but Harry pushed that out of his mind, instead he concentrated on a way out of here and back to Hogwarts.

Nott stepped outside two large black doors and opened both at the same time to reveal a room at lest three times the size of his dorm room. Harry noticed how much better this new room was compared to the place he last slept at. The four-poster bed had long green curtains that collected in a pool at the bottom; there was a wardrobe on the opposite side of the wall and a full-length mirror in the opposite corner of the room.

There was a door to which Harry guessed the washroom.

"I believe everything's in order?" Nott asked, not really caring if Harry disliked or liked the room.

"Yeah," Harry said slowly, still taking in the grandeur of his room.

Nott nodded and left while closing the doors behind him.

Harry was immediately hit by a wave of sleepiness and decided to take a shower beforehand. Harry went into the washroom and noted that the washroom was as beautiful as the rest of his room. The towels were laid neatly on a rack and again, the room was immensely large for it's purposes.

Harry took off his clothing, and wondered how his shirt even stayed on him for so long as it was ripped to pieces. Both his top and bottom was cracked with dried blood.

The hot shower seemed heavenly, especially relaxing him from the occasional twitches he had from the left over cruciatus curse. Harry flinched at the thought of how long he was held under and reminded himself to never insult Voldemort in front of him again.

Harry wrapped a towel around himself and headed to the wardrobe, hoping that there was clothing in the hangers but before he opened the wardrobe doors, something caught his eyes. From the glimmer of the mirror beside the wardrobe, Harry's mouth fell open. The burn that Harry had been fingering was not just any burn. It had left a mark. There was a well-decorated sword with a blue blade. It's helm that touched the blade had what seemed to him like dark wings. On the sword, a menacing snake coiled itself around the blade. The snake moved with coiling and uncoiling around the sword.

Harry frowned, he didn't expect Voldemort to leave his mark but Harry flushed when he remembered what had happened. Harry's eyes flashed dangerously as he promised himself that Voldemort will wish he'd never met Harry Preston by the time Harry had finished with him.

Harry strode again over to the wardrobe and angrily opened it. Inside were only 3 sets of dark cloaks and robes and one set of regular black pajamas. Pulling on the pajamas, he closely inspected the three cloaks and robes. They were black in color but his had a thin silver lining on his cloak. The robes were normal but he saw what looked like dragon scales on the shoulders of the robes. Harry furrowed his eyebrow, 'What the-' Harry began thinking but when he saw what was on the shelf above, he understood.

Harry pulled down a single white mask. The mask had the same mark he had on his collarbone. It was a sword with a snake coiled around it but this one in particular, however, did not move.

The gravity of Harry's situation sunk in but Harry forced tears out of his eyes. 'What was I thinking? How could I join him? I swore I would never join the war but now, I'm leading the dark side!' Harry flung the decorated mask in the wardrobe and swung the doors shut.

Harry stormed to his bed and drew his curtains close while willing himself to forget about the cloaks and mask. 'No way am I turning back now, Draco and Kyle's safe' Harry thought furiously, 'I made my choice…'

Lily and James sat nervously beside one another. 'What on Earth is wrong?' Lily pondered and squeezed James' hand in an every tighter grip.

Dumbledore sighed and shifted his gaze from James to Lily, both parents looked pale at what took Dumbledore so long to explain to them. Dumbledore sighed and decided that he'll break the news about Harry to then gently.

"I'm sure you know Harry Preston as one of our outstanding first-year students and our school's Tri-Wizard champion?" Dumbledore asked the both of them.

Lily's heart almost skipped a beat, not at what might have happened to Harry, she was of course worried about Preston but she had expected news of Mark being hurt or something along that lines, especially since Dumbledore asked to tell them before the Order meeting.

James gulped and feared for the worst, "What's happed to Mr. Preston? Did Voldemort- Did Voldemort kill the boy?"

Dumbledore closed his eyes and with a solemn look, shook his head, "No, Harry is not dead. In fact, he's not really Harry Preston."

James looked puzzled, "What are you talking about Albus? How can he not be Harry Preston?"

Lily felt nervous and shifted in her seat, all the while keeping her firm grip on her husband.

"Lily, you must recall exactly what happened ten years ago, do you remember exactly what happened when Voldemort attacked?" Dumbledore shifted his attention to her, which only made Lily grow more nervous.

"He came in and-…and he asked me to choose between Mark and Harry," Lily reapeated the information she had already shared but tears formed in her eyes as she relived that moment, "I told him no…but he was about to kill Mark! Mark was our last hope so I told him-"

"We know," James relplied, looking at his weeping wife and patted her on her shoulders. He didn't blame her for her actions. Mark was indeed their last hope but James was equally sure that Voldemort would have killed both Harry and Mark even though he supposedly gave Lils a choice.

"Everything went black, but I remember Voldemort say the killing curse and a bright flash," Lily explained seeming to recover a bit as she sniffled.

Dumbledore nodded but at the mention on James' firstborn, James had stiffened a bit, Dumbledore pressed on, "James, after we left for Godric Hollow, was there anything that give away the location of Harry's body?"

James thought back, "No, you saw it yourself, the floor had a dark brown spot. Voldemort had burned my son alive…" James looked down, trying to fight the tears that formed at his memory.

"James, that right there is a problem," Dumbledore noted to the confused but rather calmed down couple, "There was a dark brown spot where Harry had lain but we never got a body."

James was confused but a sense of dread had built in him, "What is it Albus?"

"Voldemort disappeared that day and we had the prophecy that either Mark or Voldemort would survive and in the end, Mark survived," Albus explained, "but what if Voldemort had hit Mark first? Maybe the excess and surplus of energy caused Harry to feel uncomfortable and likely apparate away. Though not by choice as he was a baby after all"

Dumbledore paused for a bit to let the information sink before he continued, "I'm not saying that this is what had happened but then again, if the baby had felt severely distraught or felt the pressure, surely he would have taken action against the pressure."

Lily didn't like the way this was headed, "Albus, what are you trying to say?"

Snape, whom was silent the whole time coughed, Snape suppressed his urge to roll his eyes at the irony of Evans' last comment.

"Lily," Dumbledore continued with a frown, "I have information that Harry Potter may have survived the attack that night."

James and Lily were dumbfounded to say the least. James ran this information through his head, totally forgetting about Dumbledore's previous mention of Preston. Lily on the other hand, had a feeling of where this was heading to but she forced herself to suppress her thoughts and concentrate on what Dumbledore had to say before she would jump to any conclusions.

"But-, but Harry's dead. How is that possible, it's very unlikely…Albus, it's been almost a decade!" James said, utterly dumbfounded.

"I'm afraid that is incorrect," Dumbledore took in a slow breath before he let out the news, "Harry is very much alive. Severus has concluded that the Harry Preston Voldemort has recently capture is indeed Harry Potter."

James felt as though his air supply was cut off. 'No way is this possible,' James denied desperately. Harry Preston….no their Harry…Harry Potter is on death's door at the moment. James let out a short gasp and held his chest due to the constraint feeling that had swept through James. Their son! Out to face the Dark Lord armed without even a years' knowledge of the magic. 'Damn!' James thought as his subconscious chose this moment to resurface his precious moments with his son, with Harry. James painfully remembered the way he acted with Sirus when they had found Harry fighting with Mark. When he had cheated at the dueling club and caused Harry pain and the humiliation of being flipped off the table. Flashbacks kept coming in waves as he remembered his detention he gave Harry during Harry's Quidditch game. James slowly closed his eyes, 'No…I'm so sorry…Harry."

Lily began with a parallel reaction as her significant other. She paled as the news devastated her and burst out into tears again. She desperately looked up at Albus for a laugh or smile to show that this was a horrible joke that James forced Albus into but at the sight of her husband crouching over, having his head in his hands, reality hit her. Her poor baby…Lily's eyes widened at the memory of her betraying Harry years back. She had sentenced Harry to his grave! Lily felt despair as she never had before. It felt as though she had lost her baby all over again.

After the truth was revealed, Snape sat quietly as the news took effect on the two parents. Snape looked at his childhood rival slouched over, devastated. On one hand, he sympathized with Potter but on the other, Snape felt as though those two deserved what was coming to them. Snape knew of Evan's betrayal early on in the life of Harry and he knew of Potter's treatment to his son.

Lily looked at Dumbledore though tear-stained eyes, "I want my baby. I knew it was him when I first saw him! We need to save him Albus! He's…" Lily broke into another wave of sobs.

James snapped up to look at Dumbledore, "Albus! Call up the Order, we are leaving now! Screw Voldemort, we have to get Harry back."

Dumbledore nodded solemnly and looked tiredly at his former pupil over his spectacles. "Yes, the urgency to get our Tri-Wizard Champion has raised. We must get Harry back, especially all that he's been through. But I advise you to remain in your seats as I have yet told you what happened to Harry while in Voldemort's hideout."

James and Lily looked at one another through bloodshot eyes as though they shared one single thought, 'Oh god, there's more.'

Harry woke from his sleep, distinctly feeling a prickly from his mark. But before Harry could get out of bed, the prickly sensation turned to be a full-out burning.

"Argh," Harry gasped to himself, cringing in pain and the pain suddenly lifted, leaving a remotely tingly sensation.

Harry frowned; it was Voldemort's call. Heading to the wardrobe once again, Harry changed into the regular Death Eater's apparel. Harry felt sick after pulling the cloak around his robes but felt thankful that he hadn't eaten since he left the Malfoy Mannor.

After making sure that his clothes fit, Harry slipped on the Death Eater's mask. He knew from all the times he met up with Death Eaters that they always had their masks on and he rather not risk anyone knowing that he was Harry, so Harry pulled the mask off the shelf, with every intention of pulling it over his face. By the inch that the mask crept up Harry's face, Harry felt a sense of betrayal, especially to Draco. Swallowing down his pride, he figured that Draco's life is worth his risk and so Harry placed the mask over his face. The mask instantly fastened itself on Harry and stayed on without the need of tying anything.

Harry headed to the door to find Voldemort before he was summoned again but not before he took a look at himself in the mirror. Harry mentally cringed. This had to be done. He saved his friend and felt no loyalty to the light side to begin with so he hadn't really betrayed anyone.

Harry walked by Death Eaters and headed to the doors he knew would lead to Voldemort's 'throne' as Harry called it. Upon arrival, he opened the doors.

"Ah, do come in," Voldemort nodded as soon as he saw Harry's entrance. Voldemort nodded to Avery, "Leave."

Avery immediately bowed and left the chamber.

"Harry, how are you feeling?" Voldemort asked, though not without a sarcastic undertone, "Well, since you have been sleeping for three days, it is now the 27th ."

Harry's mind reeled. 'Three days? I supposed I was more injured than I had originally thought.'

"What do you want, Voldemort." Harry sneered.

"I'm glad my signal worked but I must say that I'm disappointed in your tone," Voldemort said mockingly, "I will not ask you to call me as your master but know that you can still be punished."

"What is it that you would like, Voldemort," Harry asked in a dead tone, not insulting but just hollow. Harry figured that since he had thrown away his pride, might as well go all the way, besides, he still fell some pain from the previous cruciatus.

"Much better," Voldemort replied, "You are learning. While we are on that note, you are to be trained during the remainder of your break. I can feel a raw power but without proper training, you wouldn't be able to get past aurors."

Harry was happy when Voldemort memtioned that he was to train over the break. Over the break meant that he was only training during the break which in turn meant that he was going back to Hogwarts. On the other hand, Harry also wanted to disagree with the idea of 'training' but he knew that he had no say in this decision and so arguing wouldn't do much good, so Harry rested on glaring at Voldemort.

"Some rules are to be set before we begin," Voldemort noted casually.

At this, Harry actually did explode even though he was fighting a loosing battle, "What do you mean rules? I don't suppose you would have bothered to mention anything before you marked me!"

"Quiet," Voldemort ordered followed by dead silence.

Harry involuntarily shook; he closed his eyes as he remembered the cruciatus he had suffered through.

"You will obey the rules or else there will be consequences," Voldemort said to a deadly silent hall, "You will follow my orders exactly, you are under no circumstances allowed to tell anyone of your allegiance to me, bar Draco, I know you are close to that boy. Lastly you will be known as Shade in front of the Death Eaters."

Harry didn't get annoyed as he would have at the first two rules because he knew the moment he agreed to join that he was under Voldemort's command and also, other than Draco, he had no one to tell. But the last stipulation caused Harry to quirk an eyebrow in puzzlement, not that it was shown under his mask.

"Why Shade?" Harry asked again in a hollow tone, it was what Harry decided a tone he planned to use with Voldemort, as it betrayed none of his feelings.

"Ah, I do believe in a sense of irony," Voldemort explained, "Shade is the shadows and you are to keep to the shadows. I wouldn't want that muggle-loving fool and his Order to find out about you and my Death Eaters will be notified that you escaped due to carelessness of a Death Eater."

"And how do you plan on doing that," Harry explained his question, "Most Death Eaters will hear that I ran away and all of a sudden, 'Shade' shows up."

"Of course," Voldemort replied, delighted at Harry's realistic outlook. Not many of his servants would think too much further ahead, "We'll just have someone take polyjuice. Not a problem. They'll look like you and Shade can have an alibi."

Harry wasn't sure what polyjuice was exactly but he just nodded anyways. Harry finally had an opening to ask his long-awaited question, "What are you going to do with Kyle?"

Voldemort smiled, he knew this question was coming, "Kyle? He's a loyal servant, he'll stay with me."

Upon seeing the anger rise in Harry Voldemort smiled, "Of course he'll be treated fine, but you don't really expect me to let you keep the only leverage I have above you to keep your loyalty?"

Harry's first reaction was to scream and yell insults that would make Hermione blush but on second thought, he knew that Voldemort was right, who in their right minds would let go of their trump card?

Harry settled on a threat, "Voldemort, if I find that anything happened to Kyle while I'm away…"

Voldemort closed the gap between the two in what appeared to be instantaneous, "You'll what? Quit? Don't expect it to be too easy to leave once you joined."

Harry was visibly shaken, what did that mean? Wasn't he free to go anytime he liked?

Voldemort raised his voice, "Avery."

Avery came in silently and asked of what his master demanded of him.

"This is Shade. Show him to his room and call Nott here as well as the rest of the Death Eaters present," Voldemort ordered, "Shade, your meal will be delivered to you soon. We will begin the training today."

Dumbledore sighed. He knew that this must have been a long day for his two former pupils. He watched as the two of them shared a frightened look as Dumbledore was about to describe Harry's rough treatment from Voldemort.

Their attentions darted to Snape as he hissed from his corner while clutching his left forearm. Snape and Dumbledore shared a knowing look before Snape stood up hurriedly and left the room.

James and Lily quieted down, paying rapt attention to Dumbledore. James thought frantically that surely Albus won't tell them that their son is alive only to say that he was tortured to death by Voldemort?

Dumbledore, as if he could read James' thoughts replied, "Before I begin, I must say that rest assured, Harry is still alive as of this point."

James nodded slowly, and Lily looked doubtful when Dumbledore told them to rest assured.

Dumbledore continued, "Voldemort recognized the potential of Harry. Not only as the brother of the chosen one but also, Harry does have an impressing ability and knack for magic. Thus, I believed that Harry was taken in to be forced to join Voldemort."

As this, Lily gasped. Her son! Join Voldemort? No way this was to be possible. Lily felt as though the sky fell as she ran thousands of possibilities of Harry's premature deaths at the hands of Voldemort.

James nodded as he took in the information slowly and replayed it in his head.

"Snape had informed me that Harry had resisted and since only those who consciously agree, can be marked. Harry, so far, had resisted and thus not a Death Eater," Dumbledore explained.

James winced when Albus said that Harry resisted. James knew all too well, as he had worked as an auror, the effects of defying Voldemort. All, if not most wizards and witches that defied Voldemort did not have their bodies recognized from the massive first degree burns.

"What condition is he in?" James asked, feeling the tight, unrelenting grip of his wife.

Dumbledore took of his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry but we have reason to believe that he may not stay alive any longer without proper treatment."

Lily felt the oncoming of a panic attack. Her son! Her son was in the hands of the darkest wizard in their history. How could this be? Lily took short and quick breaths as an attempt to calm herself.

James on the other hand, felt completely numb. A parent can only take in so much a day right? Unfortunately though, the numbness didn't last long as he wrenched himself free of Lily's hand and unholstered his wand while he stood up.

Dumbledore stood up as well, and demanded, "Where are you going James? Don't think that our agents have not tried every possible way to find Harry again."

James turned around to face the his wife and Albus, "I'm not sitting idly by and watching my son die. He has been through god knows what in the past ten years, and I think he should finally have someone care for him and help him in his time of need."

Lily grabbed James arm, "Don't think you're the only one suffering through this but I don't want to loose you too." At this Lily was visibly shaking, "I just..I just don't know what I'll do… I can't loose the both of you!"

James' fierce expressed softened somewhat after seeing the fear in Lily's eyes and he reassured he, "Lily. I know, I was rash. But Harry's out there having to defend himself, and you know me. I'm not the type to sit and wait to see what happens. But I'll promise you that I won't do anything unless Albus vetoed it first."

Dumbledore sat back down on his chair playing the whole situation in his head. Something wasn't right about Voldemort's actions, he was paying far too great an attention to Harry while he could have gone on bigger fish. Then again, Albus himself also saw potential in Harry. Shaking his thoughts away, as he knew that now would be the time for an Order meeting to try and get back Harry with a combined effort of all members. "James, Lily. I'm calling the Order. We'll get Harry out soon."