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 sat in his room finishing his pumpkin juice from the meal that a house elf brought up. 'Wonder what training Voldemort had in mind' Harry thought as he tried to remember all his curses and spells he had learned over the past few months. Harry couldn't help but feel the edge of boredom creep in as he played with his mask, and with a finger he slowly traced the mark that resembled his very own.

A small pop resounded in the large room as a small house elf appeared. Wearing dirty hand-me-down clothes, the little elf spoke in a fearful manner.

"Master Shade…sir… the Master requires your presence…sir," the elf stuttered.

Harry gave a nod in reply and watched it disappear with another small pop. Sighing at the thought of another meeting with what he assumed to be Voldemort, as the elf wasn't very fluent, Harry pulled on his white mask once more. Harry found that the mask was easier to wear since the emotional struggle died away over time.

Harry walked to Voldemort's meeting hall. By now, he recognized the dark and dreary walls of the castle, or at least he assumed it was a castle due to the size, without getting lost.

Though it was not necessary, Harry pulled on a mask of neutrality and faced Voldemort after he opened the double doors. Voldemort was the only one inside the room and no Death Eaters were in sight.

"Yes?" Harry asked, careful to keep his tone as neutral as possible, almost to the extent of boredom.

"Harry, I have punished Nott for letting you go," Voldemort smiled, knowing that he confused the boy with every word he uttered, "So was McNair in fact, for not being able to find you within the time limit."

Harry didn't show his confusion, but he was completely dumbfounded. What was Voldemort talking about? Didn't Voldemort call him here to train him? Harry was suspecting more along the lines of murder and chaos rather than riddles.

"Voldemort, I don't understand what you are trying to convey," Harry asked, "Elaborate."

"Very well," Voldemort explained, "I have told my servants that you have escaped due to the stupidity of Nott and we have arranged a search team and the incompetent leader, McNair, couldn't find out. Thus, the both of them are taken care of. Permanently."

Harry shuddered at what could have happened and pressed the topic further, "This will still do nothing to curve the suspicion away from Harry Potter disappearing and having Shade show up."

"True," Voldemort agreed, "But if Shade were to permanently live here while Harry Preston were to go back to Hogwarts, especially with Morran and other children of my servants seeing you there, then Shade and Harry Preston would be seen as two completely different people. Would they not?"

Harry's mind worked lightning fast. What did Voldemort mean he was to stay here but go to Hogwarts at the same time? He can't mean that Shade had to stay here forever? No, Voldemort wouldn't have go through the trouble of staging his disappearance if he was going to stay anyways. Then again if he were allowed to go to school, the suspicion would increase when Shade isn't at the castle, exactly the time that Harry was at Hogwarts. Unless…

Harry snapped his head up to meet that of Voldemort's gaze, "Who will stand in for Shade while I'm at Hogwarts?"

Voldemort almost laughed. Almost. It was about time someone other than a complete numbskull had joined his ranks. Almost right away, Harry had guessed Voldemort's plans on allowing Harry to have a double for Shade when he was away at school.

"Someone you know very well can be your stand-in," Voldemort continued, "The boy, Kyle I believe you called him?"

Harry narrowed his eyes, "You said you'd keep him out of this."

"Keep him out? I just said he'd be safe. Meaning that he won't die or get tortured. Anyways, it was himself who volunteered for the role," Voldemort explained very casually.

Harry tried to push his frustration away, after all if wasn't like Kyle was going to be leading any of Voldemort's attacks, "So let me clarify, unless I'm on assignment, I'll be at Hogwarts and Kyle's going to be here as Shade."

Voldemort replied, "Precisely. Also, the few Death Eaters who know about you and Kyle are already disposed of. In other words, McNair and Nott."

Harry nodded, Nott had shown 'Harry' to his new room, a room which now 'Shade' resided in. McNair also brought Kyle in the hall the other day.

Harry asked, "Who else knows of Kyle's existence?"

"No one but McNair," Voldemort smirked, "And now that he's taken care of, we should move to our first training session."

Harry steeled himself. If he were to learn magic apart from only the theories he read from books, then he might as well do what one of the most powerful wizards alive has to say. Besides, disappointing Voldemort after Voldemort himself recognized Harry's potential could be painful and Harry was in no more of a rush to be in pain than Draco is a rush to celebrate Father's Day.

"Alright then, I myself will only teach you some of time, on other occasions, I will assign you tutors which will teach you about certain aspects of magic," Voldemort explained, "For example-"

Before Harry had the time to react, as he was listening intently, he felt a poke in his head and instantaneously raised his shields while calming himself down. Though not even ten seconds passed before the poke turned into a tank and just ran over Harry's supposedly well-placed shields and Voldemort was able to see Harry's memories.

Anybody but Mark…No please…Take me instead. A two-year-old child watched in silent horror of the events in the room. A pearly white light engulfed him as the scene changed to a small room that contained two bunk beds. Kyle and Harry were huddled in the corner as their breaths drew out long wispy white mist from the cold. Both boys looked much too underfed for their heights as they held on tightly to a thin grayish sheet, it was what looked like a blanket.

Harry pushed with all his might to get Voldemort out of his head but it was useless as flashes of memories continued.

James grinned madly as he commenced the duel between his two sons. Spells were exchanged at an alarming rate but too obvious were the interruptions and cheating on the Gryffindor's side. ::Flash:: Harry coughed up blood from the bruises he had from internal damage. The twitches were too obviously from a prolonged cruciatus curse.

Harry prepared himself for his next memory but found that Voldemort's attacks stopped.

Voldemort looked calm, almost as though nothing happened and said, "Stand up. We are to do it again."

Harry didn't realize he was on the floor and pulled himself up, "What the heck! What do you expect of me? You didn't even give me time to prepare! How was I supposed to know that you were going to stop mid-sentence and use legilimency on me!"

Voldemort didn't waste a second to show Harry that he was still a servant to Voldemort. Voldemort walked up to Harry and placed a hand on Harry's mark. In an instant, Harry was screaming even though Voldemort did not fully place his hand on Harry's mark but rather it was through the clothing. The pain shot up as though all the pain of the cruciatus curse was focused on one spot. Voldemort stopped almost the same instant he pressed his forefinger against the base of Harry's neck. The damage was done. Harry once again lay on the floor. Panting for his breath.

"I trust you will keep your emotions in check," Voldemort continued with his calm demeanor, "Especially since I'm teaching you occlumency."

Harry bit his lip and stood up, still angry he said, "I apologize then. I was merely remarking on how I had no warning."

"When you are to do my bidding and run into someone who knows legilimency, they won't give you time to prepare yourself," Voldemort sneered, "I gave you plenty of warnings. I actually told you I was to give you an example. As well as in the beginning, I didn't use all my powers to break into your mind. You should be thankful."

Harry winced; he knew that was true but still a split-second warning was a bit fast. On the flipside, with a real opponent he wouldn't receive any warning at all.

Noting Harry's silence Voldemort continued, "You did seem to block me in the beginning for a bit. I take it that you used occlumency before?"

Harry nodded slowly, "I read a book and I decided to practice it, and I did so in front of the Order."

Voldemort agreed, "Yes, I thought so but understand this; you may be able to keep out most people but a Master Legimens can be able to break your shield much too easily."

"I was able to fool Dumbledore though," Harry added, not out of pride but just as a fact.

"Dumbledore? The old fool has too much morals to break into people's minds," Voldemort explained, "He probably knew that there were mental barriers and didn't want to push further."

"Oh," was all Harry could say in reply, after all, Harry had thought himself quite good at occlumency only to be shot down by Voldemort.

"Again then," Voldemort said.

Harry felt Voldemort overpowering his shields. This time, Harry was able to block longer but he found himself on the floor again, having Voldemort seen the fights he had with his parents and brother.

"To delay me for almost a minute," Voldemort nodded at Harry, "Impressive indeed. But know this, if Dumbledore tries to pry into your minds again, your identity as Shade may be the brought to light."

Harry nodded slowly waiting for Voldemort to continue.

"Harry, I need you to empty your thoughts and devoid yourself of all emotion," Voldemort said as though it was a trivial feat but Harry relaxed anyways, "now I need you to pull up the strongest barrier you can. Don't just think about it. Feel the magic envelop all sides of your thoughts."

Harry did as he was told. He felt a translucent blue liquid surround his mind and thoughts, as though shielding it from the outside.

Voldemort attacked again. This time, his mental shields held out. Voldemort's constant, and unrelenting passes to see his thoughts slowly gave Harry a dull headache but otherwise, he was fine. All he had to do was keep his heart devoid of emotions and keep up his magic as a shield from Voldemort.

Harry had beads of sweat form on his face but otherwise; he still looked relaxed as though he hadn't a care in the world. Harry suppressed his joy at finally accomplishing this feat.

"Incendio," Voldemort said while pointing his wand at the hem of Harry's robe.

Harry snapped out of his transfixed state and flung his cloak at the ground. A bit of the fire got caught on his pant leg and Harry gingerly put it out with his heel.

As soon as Harry put out the fire though he saw his memories flash again.

"Harry Preston," said an old looking muggle wearing her hair into a tight bun, "I hear from the other boys that you broke another window."

Harry looked down, "Sorry. Professor Funrit, I didn't mean it to happen. I was just angry."

"Not that excuse again," the old woman said looking exasperated, "no one, and I repeat no one can break windows when they are mad. Now you'll tell me that unicorns exist or elves and such."

"Sorry," Harry replied quietly.

"You know the procedure, lift out your hand," the professor asked and brought out a long piece of stiff leather.

CRACK

Harry's head finally stopped twirling and he found himself staring up at the impossibly tall ceiling once more.

Harry didn't loose his temper about the distraction Voldemort gave, he knew what this was about and sure enough, Voldemort confirmed his suspicions.

"Though I am amazed that you are able to utilize occlumency," Voldemort began, "you should still understand that you were in a perfect state. Not moving, not doing anything and nicely prepared shields. If you were to be tortured for information, you must still be able to block out emotions and keep neutral."

Harry nodded, taking in the information but he could have rolled his eyes at Voldemort's wish that he was to keep his emotions in check while being tortured.

"Also," Voldemort continued, "There's only two of us here, it there were to be 2 opponents, would you be able to handle it? Or per say 10? 100?"

Harry eyed Voldemort, "Is that feat even humanly possible?"

"Strictly speaking, under torture, and have a hundred Master Legimens have a go at your mind would be hard, even for a Master Occlumens but you will accomplish it because it's as simple as I expect it out of you," Voldemort said keeping his gaze intently on Harry's eyes.

Harry broke their gazes and sighed; Voldemort asked for the impossible and anything less would be unsuitable. This was like the muggle saying, biting off more than you can chew. Either way, Voldemort wasn't slow, far from it, and if the Dark Lord wanted something done, it probably had at least a tiny bit of probability that the feat can be accomplished.

"That will be all," Voldemort said, "Your next lesson will be with Malfoy. He will be suspicious of you of being Potter but give him no reason to suspect you."

"Voldemort," Harry said matter-of-factly.

"What is it now?" Voldmort sneered, "I have given you an order to leave. My patience is wearing thin."

"But you didn't give me back my wand," Harry replied pointing to the remains of his cloak , "I had to let my cloak burn."

"Don't be silly, You won't need it," Voldemort announced.

"You want me to do advanced wandless dark magic?" Harry asked again, wondering why Voldemort always asked of the impossible.

"To be put simply, yes," Voldemort retorted, "What do you think a wizard is without his wand? Useless, and practically a muggle. If your wand is out of reach, you'd want to at least save yourself wouldn't you?"

"Yes," Harry replied. Why did all conversations have with Voldemort have to be so damn hard? "But-"

"Harry, I believe I asked you to leave a while back," Voldemort said, his fingers twirling his wand, "Lucius is waiting for you in your room."

Harry gave up on persisting with Voldemort and turned to leave. When safely out of the room, Harry let out a long sigh of relief. The mark was still aching but dulled down quite a bit. Also, sharing his memories with Voldemort isn't what he planned on doing either. Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger…right?

Harry finally made his way back into his room to see Lucius waiting for him on his chair.

Harry made no move to acknowledge Lucius' presence and reached for another cloak from his wardrobe. As he did, Harry made sure to keep his wards up in case Lucius turned out to be a Legimens.

"Shade," Lucius called aloud.

Harry turned to face the Death Eater, whom had taken his mask off.

"Then again, should I call you Potter?" Lucius asked, "You don't fool me. The Dark Lord obviously has plans for you and so be it. Which is why I'm here to teach you dueling and the Dark Arts. Wands at the ready."

Harry could have sworn he saw Lucius gape when he replied, "I don't have a wand. The Dark Lord asked of me to learn without one."

Lucius slitted his eyes, "Potter, if you think-"

"Shade," Harry replied casually, "My name is Shade. By the way, you must be delusional if you expect Mark Potter to be a Death Eater, he is the bloody Chosen One after all."

Lucius backhanded Harry across the face, to which Harry was happy that he still had his mask to bloack the sting but the force of the hit still made him stumble a bit.

"Master may have been so kind as to give you a second chance but I have my doubts," Lucius snarled in reply, "Even so, I still intend on teaching you since the Dark Lord had wished it."

Harry knew that this wasn't off to a good start but still, facing Malfoy Sr. like this made Harry feel like letting loose some good curses and hexes. 'What would Draco say' Harry thought bitterly, 'That his father was teaching me how to become a loyal Death Eater?'

"If Master doesn't feel the need of supplying you with a wand, then I suppose the Dark Lord must have an impeccable sense of humor or that you have a death wish," Lucius said, eyes glinting maliciously.

"The first spells we are to learn are not dark spells," Lucius drawled, "They are common spells that when used in the wrong way can cause a large scale damage. Take a levitation charm for instance. It you levitate a rock or a boulder onto someone, consider the damage. Now imagine levitating the person, perhaps in front of a fire or to the limitless sky, then consider the damage that may cause. The same with a summoning charm; you could say accio knife and it may cut through someone but if used in a manner when the object you are summoning actually is a person, then the person would be forced to go through walls and such."

"We will begin by levitating a feather," Lucius began as he unpocketed a large, black feather, "Watch carefully, wingardium leviosa."

The feather rose into the air with ease and whirled around the two of them before returning to it's place on Harry's desk.

"Your turn," Malfoy looked at Harry expectantly.

Sighing, Harry raised his arm, all the while feeling silly, he said "Wingardium leviosa."

The feather simply rolled over. Lucius eyed Harry with distaste, "If you intend on wasting my time when obviously wandless magic is impossible for you, then I suggest you call me back when you are able to perform it."

With his last comment, Lucius stalked out of the room, leaving Harry annoyed. How on earth did Voldemort expect him to do wandless magic when he barely had time to practice magic with a wand? Also Lucius gave up on him on his first try. What did he expect? Perfection the first time around?

Harry stretched out his hand keeping his eyes focused on the feather. "Wingardium leviosa," Harry said, straining very syllable.

Slowly, and unevenly, the feather rose about an inch into the air but within five seconds, the feather floated down once more. Harry took off his mask and wiped the sweat from his brow, this wandless stuff was going to be harder than he expected.

For the rest of the evening, Harry tried to levitate the feather. The results have slowly but drastically improved from every try. The feather was now floating close to the ceiling but Harry found it hard to keep the feather afloat while moving it across the room.

Knocks came from the door and Harry hastily placed his mask on again.

"Enter," Harry called out.

A man with long, platinum blonde hair walked in slowly, removing his mask.

"Master Shade," Malfoy said evenly, "I believe I was to teach you the levitation charm?"

Harry quirked an eyebrow, "Master Shade am I now? I don't suppose you ran into Voldemort?"

Lucius' eyes widened and hesitated before he spoke, "Yes, I met Master in the hallway and he persuaded me to tutor Master Shade again."

Harry knew that the persuasion must have been torture, but he felt no pity to the man that ruined Draco's life.

"Well then, let's continue," Harry smiled. Power over Malfoy; yes, this was indeed going to be much more interesting than he anticipated.

James walked through a small hidden door in Dumbledore's office; inside was a large, well-decorated room. The tapestry hung a large golden phoenix with a red backdrop.

James, grasped Lily around her wrists and walked her two chairs in the far corner and within minutes, his Order colleagues filed in. Each wearing a set of Order robes, they sat in their seats around a large rectangular table. James felt a rush of gratitude at Dumbledore as the man has kept the meeting to those that are in the 'inner' workings of the Order.

Dumbledore took his normal seat at the head of the rectangular table. Instantly, the quiet hushes of the members died down.

"Before we begin, I'd like to hear about any more information on Harry Preston's location," Dumbledore looked to his right, "Mundungus?"

"Right," the man stood up, "There's been no news about Harry over the past few days, even our Death Eater's have not seen Harry nor have heard any rumors. Then again, the spies I've contacted were not very high up in the ranks. There's no additional update."

Dumbledore sighed before he let the bomb drop, "Our new mission for the entire Order as of now is to retrieve Harry Potter."

The members collectively gasped. Dumbledore was sure that everyone in this room, bar James and Lily, thought he was barking mad.

"I assure you, this is no joke," Dubledore announced, "Harry Potter is indeed alive but unfortunately not well."

James and Lily watched the proceedings, trying to keep away from any unwanted attention but unfortunately for them, most of the Order swung at looked at the couple as though horns had grown out of their heads.

"It's not possible Albus," a woman James recognized as Hestia Jones asked.

Lucky for James, the attention swerved from them to Dumbledore again.

"I am indeed regretful to announce that the student recently capture is actually not Harry Preston but rather, Harry Potter," Dumbledore continued, "We believe that Voldemort realized this fact and has captured Harry as a protection against Mark Potter."

"But Albus, Prest-, I mean Potter was under our noses this whole time, surely he would have informed us of his well being?" Moody asked.

Lily trembled as though she was about to break out into tears. James nodded, he knew this question was going to come but he himself had no thoughts on it till now. All that mattered was Harry's well-being at the moment. Still though, James winced inwardly at the thought of Harry knowingly ignoring his family.

Dumbledore addressed the concern, "He only had two years of memory with his family. I don't believe anyone could remember who his or her parents were at such a young age."

James felt relieved and so did Lily as she visibly relaxed. Of course, Harry did only have two years of contact with them.

" Albus, he didn't-, he didn't actually join them did he?" Tonks questioned from the back.

The room went silent, hearing the verdict.

"No, Harry refused Voldemort's offer," Dumbledore said, his twinkle behind his eyes rekindled, "But, I'm afraid he has received Voldemort's brute end and is in critical condition."

"But-, the poor boy! Lily, James, I'm so sorry for your loss," a redhead Lily recognized as Molly Weasley said aloud.

"No need for apologies," Dumbledore said, his voice sounding much more demanding, "No one's dead yet. We need a plan to-"

Before Dumbledore finished his sentence, a loud scraping sound was heard as the door slid open sideways from the entrance.

Snape entered, looking a bit tired but otherwise fine. Removing his mask, Snape walked up to Dumbledore in a hurry, ignoring the stares the members had given him. As Snape and Dumbledore were talking quietly, the members whizzed James and Lily with questions.

"How did you figure it out?" asked Molly, a little aghast.

"James, he didn't really join did he? This would be a killer blow to Mark!"

"Lily! I'm so sorry for you. This must be a terrible ordeal."

The voices blended together for Lily but she didn't cared and was relieved that Dumbledore coughed to gain their attention.

"It has come to my attention that Harry was able to escape on his own," Dumbledore nodded Snape to take a seat, in which Snape complied.

"Harry had tricked Nott out of his wand and used that to make a rushed exit," Dumbledore continued after all was seated, "Harry is now believed to be in London."

James felt the urge to rush out to London and search under every stone for his son but he promised his wife not to do any thing rash so he settled being content that his Harry was able to get away on his own but a small part of him felt useless that neither the Order nor he have done anything to aid in the escape.

"How do you know that Harry's back in London?" Hestia asked.

"Voldemort's Death Eaters have been rummaging around that area for Harry as well," Dumbledore said simply, "James, I believe you were the one to pick Harry Preston up for Hogwarts. Since London actually is quite large, would you please tell me where you found him?"

"I picked Harry up in a motel," James said. He felt really disgusted with himself, he should have helped out the poor kid if he knew that the child lived in a motel without his parents.

"Do you know what the motel was called?" Dumbledore asked James.

James visibly winced, "No, I apparated directly to him so all I saw was the inside of the motel."

James scrunched his face up a bit and tried to remember his meeting with Harry. He remembered asking where Harry's parents were and Harry had said….they died in a car crash and he was raised…in an orphanage.

James whipped his face to meet that of Dumbledore's soft gaze, "We can start by checking the archives at orphanages. I'm pretty sure he mentioned one."

Dumbledore nodded, "Arabella Figg, you are in charge of checking all the orphanages in and around London to see if a Harry Preston was ever registered. Then, I'd like a report detailing his friends, the places he visits, and if Harry had any personal belongings. Arthur, I need you to check some motels in areas near orphanages if the name Harry Preston is in the registry book for the period of this summer. Mundungus, I need you to pull your connections to see to get more information on Harry's background and what he did before he came to Hogwarts. Lastly, Molly, I need you to check the hospitals in and around London but don't check for Harry Preston, I believe that if Harry were to be in a hospital to treat his injuries, then it would be under a different name, possibly one will a stolen health card."

James watched as everyone received his or her assignments but when Dumbledore finished, he didn't receive his and he voiced that opinion.

"James," Dumbledore began, "I'm sorry but I believe it's better for you to stay with your family for the next few days."

"What?" James asked as though he'd been asked to swallow a skewt, "Do you really expect me to wait here as my son gets kidnapped again by Death Eaters? He's out there! Harry's somewhere on the streets of London, dying. Yes, dying!"

"James," Lily whispered, "I think Albus means that we need to tell him."

James questioned without loosing any of his previous temper, "Him? Who's him?"

Lily stared directly into the eyes of her husband, "We need to break the news to Mark."