Potter Cottage, Godric's Hollow, 31/10/1980, 09:32,p.m.
Tom Marvolo Riddle or as he liked to be known as Lord Voldemort was looking at the muggle-born with rage. His loyal servant has begged to spare the mud-blood but he was now getting annoyed. "Avada Kedavra", the green light struck the muggle-born and he watched impassively as the life left the body of his latest victim, slowly pocketing his wand, the tip of which was still vaguely glowing green. It nearly matched the colour of her eyes, which were still exposed to him, staring up glassily as she lay boneless across the ground, an arm sprawled over her chest. Pathetic, a lot of them.
Concentrating on his original target, he stepped over her and stopped before the small crib she'd been protecting. In it, a young child sat, staring at the scene before him with wide eyes. Voldemort was quite sure the child didn't understand what was going on, which he supposed was all the better. So, this was the child supposedly born to kill him? He never cared for any mindless prophecy, though he feared death. On the other side, Harry James Potter was still staring at him, wide green eyes possibly showing fright. The red eyes met the emerald ones, and a creepy smile appeared on his face. As he pointed his wand, he paused
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... ."
This was what Snape had told him but he needed to know the full prophecy. And there was only one way, the child. He couldn't act on the half prophecy as he knew that this could have two meanings, the first that this child will become his death or second, the child will be powerful weapon in future. He knew both the blood-traitor and mud-blood were powerful, then it was natural that their child was bound to be one. He'd been fairly certain he was sterile, black magic provided power but drained the body, he knew that before he even started practicing it and not to mention the Horcruxes, he'll need someone to continue the Slytherin line. And if the child is that powerful then what will happen if he's raised by the dark side. He needed to think about it, a child this powerful will be an asset to him but if needed he will be disposed of.
"I need to think what shall I do about you?" Voldemort picked the child and apparated.
Riddle Manor, Little Hangleton, 31/10/1981, 07:36 p.m.
The Riddle Manor stood on a hill overlooking the village, a fine-looking manor, and easily the largest and grandest building for miles around, the Riddle House was were the dark lord resided. Once it belonged to the wealthiest muggles the Riddle family but now there was no sign of muggles for atleast few miles and the muggles living there were long gone, killed by their own heir. The only people allowed were death-eaters, though only in one part of the Manor, the second part solely belonged to him and was off limits for everyone, the third part was where he would allow only his inner circle death eaters. Behind the house were many large magnificent gardens. Flowers grew in abundance and fountains were placed here and there. If you were to go beyond the gardens, you would come across a forest. This forest was full of many different creatures. One would have to be careful, just because you ventured forth into this forest doesn't mean you would ever leave it. For some of the beings that lived in this forest were, without question, some of the most dangerous creatures, or in some people's opinions monsters, to ever exist, like a thousand year old Basilisk who used to reside in the chamber of secrets in Hogwarts, a few Acromantulas, Manticores and other species.
The hall was a resemblance of the Slytherin common room in Hogwarts. The ground floor consists of two dining rooms, one was his own private where he used to spend his meals alone whereas the second dining room was for his inner circle members. A hall, ballroom and the Dark Lord's throne room where he held meetings or you can say his Death Eaters business. There was a room which was converted into Potions lab for the Dark Lord's Potion Master, Severus Snape. The inner circle was like a family to him, consisting of those whom he trusted more than he could ever thought. Tom Marvolo Riddle could see his familiar was coiled around the huge fireplace. The manor was quiet as always and usually devoid of people besides Tom Riddle, with the exception of meetings. Expensive paintings hung from the walls and antique vases decorated the rooms. The Slytherin and Gaunt ancestors had their own portraits which did not include his own mother, maternal uncle and maternal grandfather.
"Welcome home, Harry" smiled Voldemort "You will be my greatest Warrior, the only person who'll not bow to me, you will get whatever you want and most importantly you will be mine."
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Lucius Malfoy bowed to his lord and informed him about the current situation. The order and Dumbledore were searching for the 'boy'. Sirius Black was deemed as innocent as he had convinced Dumbledore that he was the sworn godfather of the boy and took an oath about him not being the secret-keeper of Potters, something that even the ministry had to accept.
"Where's Wormtail?"
"Milord, he's with Severus as we speak, working on some potion you required."
"Hmm, do fetch Wormtail."
"As you say, my lord."
As Lucius turned, he heard his master calling him. "Lucius," the red eyes glowed and Lucius bowed, "Contact Augustus, take the boy to him under a glamour charm and bring me the prophecy." "As you wish, my lord", bowing to his lord Lucius left.
Voldemort's eye turned into icy blue eyes as he looked at the child. "I shall have to find a good name for you if you survive. Something fitting for a Dark Lord's heir."
Nagini , Voldemort hissed as a pair of yellow eyes glowed and slithered towards the dark lord.
Master, who is this boy you brought here? Nagini flickered her tongue in the air.
He's the Potter boy, the prophecy one whose birth's purpose is to vanquish me. Though I feel it is necessary to hear the full prophecy first, therefore I refrained from killing him. Voldemort replied in parseltongue.
I can smell he'll be powerful and if he sides with us then you'll have a great ally and I have heard that the Potter's are a respected old pureblood family. Nagini replied looking at the boy.
I too have this in my mind, though for now my priority is the prophecy. Then I'll raise him as my own. Voldemort conjured a crib and kept the boy in it.
The boy's parents will come looking for him, master. Nagini warned him.
I killed them. Pathetic people, they didn't have their wands also with them. His lips twisted into a smile which was cruel though his eyes show amusement.
Even with wands they wouldn't have match you. Nagini flickered her tongue as her master gently stroked her scales.
Yessssss, my dear Nagini. You're right. A cruel laugh escaped his lips as a strange glint appeared in his eyes which soon changed in a thoughtful look. I have to think of a name for my heir.
You can use your family tradition naming the child with M and the third letter with R. Nagini suggested.
Hmm. Mortimer, Morpheus, Morrison or Marvolo or Morfin. No those two were just pathetic excuse of wizards. I believe the befitting name for him will be Asmodeus. Asmodeus Salazar Mort. Voldemort was amused thinking Dumbledore's reaction when he will be aware that the dark lord has a heir. I want to see Dumbledore's reaction.
He may harm the boy, Master. All for his greater good. He didn't even flinch when his own nephew died and if he even doubts about your heir then he may try to abduct the boy to show how great the light side is. Nagini again warned her master and it was something that even the dark lord had to admit. It was in Dumbledore's nature to keep his nose in everyone's business and manipulate them all, in the name of 'greater good'.
You are right, my dear but I want my son to have everything, everything I never had. Voldemort looked at the child with an unknown emotion.
Then tell only whom you trust when the boy is old. If you introduce them now, they will figure out his true identity, master. Nagini narrowed her eyes as she smell something, I smell of a rat, master. Is it your useless death eater or my dinner?
He's very useful Nagini. Voldemort looked at the rat entering who soon transformed into a short man hardly taller. His thin, mousy brown hair was unkempt. He had the shrunken appearance of a plump man who has lost a lot of weight in a short time. His skin looked grubby, almost like the rats' fur, and something of the rat lingered around his pointed nose and his very small, watery eyes.
"My lord", Peter bowed.
"Your friend Black will soon be out of Ministry after he's declared innocent and then he'll come for you, Wormtail."
"My lord?" Peter was confused what his lord was referring to.
"I want you to use your animagus form to spy on the Weasley's as pathetic as they are, related to the Prewett twins and if I'm not wrong they may join the order once their children are old enough. I also need someone from order to spy for me. And stay away from Black and Lupin they both are aware of your form and if they caught you. Then you're to come straight here." Voldemort instructed.
"As my lord wishes." Peter nodded and went from there.
What about Black, master? Nagini asked.
Till he's not aware of the boy's survival, he's not any harm to us. Voldemort shrugged as he knew Black will not go against Dumbledore and will never choose dark even if it is the last choice left.
He's an inner circle member of the order and now as he's cleared, none will suspect him as a death eater even if he joins us. Nagini suggested.
No, the man is an immature kid inside and most of all he'll try to get near the boy and I will be not surprised if he knows about the prophecy through Potter. He'll try to separate the kid from me. Voldemort replied stubbornly. The boy was his and what belonged to him stayed with him. He'll never allow anyone to separate the kid from him.
Suddenly a cry filled the room and Voldemort looked towards the crib which was under the disillusionment charm.
"Oh no, Harry," Voldemort said, his expression...soft. "By tonight you will cease to exist as Harry Potter."
Master, are you planning to adopt the boy tonight? Nagini asked excitedly.
I'm not doing the blood adoption ritual rather I learnt of a potion similar to it, it is darkest in nature something I learnt during my travels as Tom Riddle. It was created by Salazar Slytherin, himself who wished to get revenge on Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw and Helga Hufflepuff. When Helena Ravenclaw ran with her mother's diadem, Rowena blamed Salazar for poisoning Helena's mind and using her daughter against her. Salazar was shocked by the accusation and it was then he made the potion and used on her son Edmund William Ravenclaw turning him against his very own mother while making sure that Salazar Slytherin's bloodline continued in Edmund, the Gaunt line is the descendant of Edmund Salazar Slytherin only. Voldemort smiled as the potion was owled by his Potions Master. Looks like Severus had made the potion.
Your Potions Master loved the mud-blood, master. Can he be trusted? Nagini hissed.
I have been thinking the same, my dear. But for now I want to concentrate on this potion. Now as the blood adoption potion will be mixed with the potion, Severus had so generously provided us. Yes, the potion is ready. Voldemort hissed happily as he mixed the content with the adoption potion.
Will it completely change the boy, master? Nagini asked fascinated by the potion.
Yes, it will change him completely. Voldemort smirked as he pricked his finger and seven drops of his blood was poured into a vial and then the potion was kept in the fire. "Yes, Harry. Soon, Harry James Potter will die, and Asmodeus Salazar Mort will take his place; everything that was James Potter will be replaced by me as if I was the one who fathered you instead of James Potter and the potion will remove any muggle blood in the person. After tonight, my blood will pass through your veins and arteries, and your personality which I know is a similar one to my own, will match it entirely. You will become my son and heir."
Voldemort poured the contents of the vial in a milk bottle and fed Harry. Once he'd swallowed it, Harry started screaming in agony, the cry of the fifteen month old filled the room as his entire body was transformed. His features started to change; his hair, while still thick and jet black, became more manageable and his features changed as his skull transformed, his eyes become turquoise from the emerald green he had and his face became pale. Soon the baby passed out and the boy was left with wards alerting the Dark Lord when the baby awakes and an exciting snake who was eagerly awaiting for a new speaker.
Headmaster Office, Hogwarts, 31/10/1980, 10:15 p.m.
"I just hope poor Harry is okay" Minerva said.
"OKAY!!! You-know-who has the boy, I wonder if he's even alive." Moody glared at the transfiguration professor.
"Harry, his name is Harry" Remus had been silent up until now, fists clenched and getting angrier by the second. They were here sitting idly doing nothing and Harry, he doesn't know how the youngest member of his pack was even doing.
"I believe, Harry is alive though I wonder how long. We need to find places where Voldemort may have taken Harry." Dumbledore said thoughtfully ignoring the flinches.
"I say find the rat and you'll find Harry." Sirius grumbled.
"Calm down Sirius. It's good that you took the oath and I had appointed a meeting with Barty Crouch Sr. and Minister, otherwise you would have been in your way to Azkaban." Dumbledore replied his eyes void of any twinkle.
"I would have gotten a trial and then everyone would have come to know that I'm innocent plus I don't have that filthy mark which Bella or Regulus carry, only if you didn't have any other plans regarding my godson." Sirius replied glaring at the headmaster.
"We should find Harry soon, my wolf is restless." Remus said breaking the tension.
"I say, the dark lord had killed the boy till now." Moody glared at the wolf.
"Say that again." Sirius jumped, his wand in his hand.
"ENOUGH" Albus Dumbledore was a very calm and patient wizard but his patience was now wearing thin as a child's life was at stake, they had already failed to protect two young people and now their innocent one year old son was near deathbed and here his order members were fighting with each other. Truth be told, Albus Dumbledore was also feeling that the boy was dead but till he finds any proof, he would have to console himself that the boy was alive somewhere.
Everyone seemed to be quiet when Albus opened his mouth to say and a patronus appeared between them. "Alastor, Kingsley here. We got a baby's dead body dropped at the ministry. The boy age is near two years old, covered in blood we suspect it's the Potter boy."
A deathly silence followed the room as soon as the patronus vanished.
Riddle Manor, Little Hangleton, 01/11/1980, 09:33 a.m.
Tom Marvolo Riddle was currently eating his breakfast when he saw the owl delivering the Daily Prophet. He made a mental note of hiring house-elves. After finishing his breakfast, he took the Prophet and sat on his armchair. The Dark Lord was never this happy when he saw the headline that morning which read :
Potter Family Dead, Search for Peter Pettigrew continues
Last night James Potter, Lily Potter were brutally killed in their own home and their son, Harry Potter who was allegedly kidnapped was also found dead late night. Sources say that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named personally went to the Potters. No one will say for certain why the Potters were targeted. Though rumours going that due to James Potter, heir to one of the oldest wizarding families had married a muggle-born Lily Potter neé Evans during the height of war may be the reason. All that is known at this time is that he came to their home last night and performed the killing curse on James Potter and his wife Lily. What makes this story even more tragic? Their infant son, Harry Potter, barely a year old, was kidnapped by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and the boy's mangled body was found in ministry atrium at late night recovered by Auror Kingsley Shacklebolt. Sources say the killing curse was used on him as well.
The Potters were said to have put their home in Godric's Hallow under the Fidelius Charm. (For details on how the Fidelius Charm works, see page 2) Peter Pettigrew, long-time friend of the Potters was apparently their Secret-Keeper. Unfortunately, the Potters put their trust in the wrong person. Peter Pettigrew betrayed the Potters, which led to their untimely deaths. Upon receiving the news, Sirius Black, also a long-time friend of both the Potters and Peter Pettigrew, was reported to have gone to Godric's Hollow only to find the dead body of his best friend and his best friend's wife and the first one to notice about the missing heir Potter. Sirius Black was also reported to be the Potter boy's godfather. Search for Peter Pettigrew continues, if anyone sees him then it is requested to the readers of Daily Prophet to contact the nearest Auror Office. Pettigrew is a death eater and serves You-know-who.
Albus Dumbledore, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, had this to say. "The deaths of the Potters are a tragedy. I knew them well, and I can honestly say they will be missed."
Sirius Black, had this to say. "I will avenge the death of my best friend, his wife and my godson."
Good friend of the Potters, Remus Lupin, was asked for a statement. He politely declined.
"My lord?" Tom looked up to see Bellatrix and Lucius standing infront of him along with his ... heir.
"Yes?"
"My lord, the prophecy has been retrieved." Lucius replied clearly pleased with himself.
"The prophecy?" Lucius gave Tom the orb containing a copy prophecy, prophecy which will either cause his downfall or lead him to great heights.
"Lucius, I want each and every member of the inner circle here within ten minutes." Lucius nodded quickly and left from there while Bellatrix followed her lord to the throne room.
Voldemort moved quickly, summoning his most trusted and loyal. His Inner Circle Death Eaters alone knew his darkest secrets and the desperation that lay within. The room itself was grand, with a long ornate table as its centrepiece. A dozen Death Eaters waited in silence.
"My dear friends, today we are here to celebrate as the prophecy child's life comes to an end. A year ago, a seer had made a prophecy, a prophecy of birth of a child whose sole purpose was to vanquish me. The said prophecy is what I have been too desperate to hear. Today we are gathered here about the prophecy , the prophecy which had become a bane of my existence" Voldemort admitted.
As the dark lord slipped the prophecy out from his hands, the crystal ball broke into pieces and a white mist appeared.
A ghost-like image soon formed of Sybill Trelawney and the voice spoke :
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches
Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies
and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not
and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies
"Hmm... Interesting. It's of no use to me now." Voldemort stated. "I believe it's time we settle onto other matters."