Me: Now it's time for the long awaited chapter two of the Riddle Family.

Elli: do I come out in this one.

Me: I have no idea

Elli: but you wrote it.

Me: any way I don't own Harry Potter, only my OCs.

Warnings: OOCness, Light Bashing, Dark Harry, Dumbledore Bashing, and non-Conon

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Dreams/Visions

Flashbacks

Pardeltongue

At this moment in Hogwarts School of Witchcrafts and Wizarding Albus to-many-freaking-names Dumbledore was pacing in his office. He was mumbling to himself. If one were to see him and know of certain event involving a certain stone they would think he was worried about the fact that a student has been kidnapped. But if they heard what he was saying at the moment they would know they were wrong.

"Damn, he was right there in front of me and I couldn't stop him. Not only does he have the stone but the boy too. Maybe having him abused for so long made him too weak to fight. Maybe I shouldn't have used to many suppressors. No they were needed or else he would have had more power than me. We can't have that." He said to himself.

"No doubt he used the stone to get himself a new body and now he has my main weapon. If the Prophet gets their hands on this they will ruin me. I need to think of a plan to get Harry back so I can control him." with that he rounded the remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix.

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Harry stared at the man in front of him. He would know him anywhere. He was the greasy haired bat in the dudgeons Professor Snape. Pepper squeaked and bowed. "Pepper, I need to talk to Mister Potter. You are to bring food to the sun room. A light lunch if you please." He said and Pepper left with a "Yes, sir."

"Professor, where am I? And what am I doing here?" Harry asked one question after the other. He sat up in the bed.

"Silence Mister Potter. You'll get your answer but first you are to come with me to the sun room. Someone wishes to see you." Snape said. 'But I don't know why he would want to see you of all people.' He thought. Harry narrowed his eyes in suspicion but got off the bed and fallowed him out.

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As they walked Harry tried to find a clue to where he was. There walls held no pictures. And it felt dark and cold. They passed a few doors before stopping at the one at the end of the hall. Snape open the door and they walked in.

In the middle of the room was Voldemort in his new body. He looked young no older than forty. He had raven hair that was a bit messy. He had his knows back and looked almost human if it wasn't for his cold red eyes. In front of him were a few men in black cloaks bowing down to him.

"How nice of you to join us Severus, Harry." Voldemort said.

"Of course, sir." Snape said. It didn't take long for Harry to notice how differently Snape acted from the others. He stood not bowed, he didn't show fear and he looked Voldemort in the eye.

"Leave us." Voldemort said to the ones on the floor and they bowed again before practically running to the door. "Come and sit." Voldemort says and they sat at a table near the back. As they walked to eat Harry takes notice of something else.

A painting, the ones in the painting had four people in it. One looked like Voldemort a few years younger; he was standing in the back. Next to him looked like him but in his late teens to early twenties and had grey eyes. The one in the front was a woman sitting down she had long hair that was done in curls; she was sitting down, and had bright green eyes. She had a baby in her lap. It also had green eyes and black hair. And if Harry looked closer he could see it looked like the woman was about to have another baby.

Harry took his eyes off the painting and sat down next to Voldemort and Snape. Harry was very unhappy about this. He knew inside he should be hating this but he couldn't bring himself too. 'Why, I'm sitting next to my worst enemy who want to kill me and I just found out one of my teachers is a traitor who is working with said enemy.' But no matter what he thought he couldn't bring himself to be angry.

"Harry Potter," Voldemort said bringing him out of his thoughts. "Do you know why you are here?" he asked.

"No." Harry answered.

"When I saw you, I sensed something. Something powerful, but blocked." He started then food appeared in front of them. "And I thought to myself. 'Why would anyone block the power of their so-called hero of the Wizarding world?'" he stopped to eat.

Harry didn't understand why this mattered. He looked at the food and wanted to eat some but had no idea if was poisoned. As if reading his mind (and maybe he was) Snape told him. "If the Dark Lord wished to kill you he would have done it long before now."

Harry couldn't help but think he was right but still had his doubts. So he didn't touch anything. He couldn't help but think how strange it was, that Snape acted different from Voldemort's other followers. He didn't seem afraid of him and didn't grovel at his feet and Voldemort seemed okay with this. "You see," Voldemort started again, "I remember back when I was a child that Dumbledore had tried to control my powers by limiting my potential. And I thought, he could be doing the same thing again with you."

"You're wrong. Dumbledore would never do that to me." Harry said, "Would he?" he found himself saying.

"Do you know who left you with your Aunt and Uncle all those years ago, when so many people would have been more than willing to let you stay with them?" Voldemort said ignoring Harry's outburst. "Wouldn't it have been better if you lived with a family that would raise you like you were their son instead of a house el? Who would give you a bedroom from the start, instead of a cupboard under the stairs until they got scared they were found out? "

"How did you know that?" Harry asked. He had never told anyone about the cupboard. Not even Ron and Hermione.

"Because Potter, unlike Dumbledore we don't turn a blind eye to abuse. I noticed it a long time ago. But whenever I brought it up with the headmaster he just said the same thing. 'Young Harry is safe with his relative they would never harm him.'" Snape said. He looked disgusted as he said that. "He either doesn't realize the seriousness of abuse or…"

He didn't get to finish his sentence because an explosion ran through the house and one of Voldemort's followers came into the room running. "Sir Dumbledore is attacking the mansion!" He yelled.

"Gather the Death Eaters. Severus, take Harry to his room and stay hidden from view." Voldemort ordered and both men nodded one left running and the other took Harry and left the room.

"Come on Potter, let get you to your room." Snape had his arm in a death grip. His already pale hands turned white at the knuckles. Harry had no choice but to fallow. When they reached the room the door was locked behind them and a fire was lit.

Harry went to sit on the bed and Snape was sitting near the fire in an arm chair. From outside the window they could hear the sounds of battle but they couldn't see who was winning due to the fact the window was boarded up. "It would be better if you go to sleep." Snape

Harry nodded. But his mind still wondered with questions as he laid his head on the pillow. Soon his mind exhausted he fell into a fitful sleep.

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