The Boy Who Lived to be Voldemort\'s

Disclaimer:All of the characters belong to J. K. Rowling, my lord and Master. The plot is mine (and every other person’s who has written this type of story.), the world and characters I am just borrowing.

AN: Alright. Harry’s been living with Voldemort for just over six years now. He has had little to no contact with the outside world, and knows nothing of his past. He is addressed as either “Harry” or “Little One”, he does not know his last name. The wizarding world does not know he is alive, and the war is still going on.

Danine: As for your first question: Voldemort had his Death Eaters burn Godric’s Hollow to the ground, so it was impossible for them to tell who had been killed. (We’re talking literally only ashes left.) No, hopefully the chapters will get longer. It’s something I’ve been working on. I’m glad nothing squicks you. Don’t worry, no baby-chan. Yucky. Hmm, Harry will be about…Eight when it starts, but nothing to serious until he’s older. I’m very glad you’re liking it, and thank you for reviewing.

Horizont: Hehe, thank you very much. ^^

Warnings: Will be a creepy fic! Will include child abuse, rape, underage sex and all that other stuff I put in the warnings. If this squicks you, stop now. Run away! I warned you! To everyone else enjoy.

“Master Tom? When is Master Lucius coming again?” The young boy asked, changing into his dress robes as his Lord waited for him, back turned.
“Soon child. He is a very busy man.” Voldemort chuckled, imagining the results if anyone but his Harry called him by that name.
“How do I look?” The young child asked, prompting Tom to turn around. While he was barely six years old, his frame was still so tiny; the robes would need to be adjusted.
“You look quite presentable Little One. Are you ready to great your guests?”
Harry grinned excitedly, nodding. Tom was glad to see such enthusiasm. Today, he would present his Harry to his Top Death Eaters. It was quite a privilege, as no one but Lucius and the boy’s private tutors had seen him.

“Will they like me, Master Tom?” Harry asked with a twinge of nervousness in his voice.
“They will bow down before you Little One. Never forget they you are above them.” Voldemort knelt down, adjusting his charges robes.
“But will they like me?”
“How could they not?” Tom said with a smile, standing and ruffling Harry’s hair.
The child giggled, and wrapped his arms around Tom’s legs, hugging them tightly. “Hey, hey, hey! Off! Remember? You’re cultured and sophisticated now.”
Harry let go, straightening up, and holding his head high.
“I am sorry Master Tom.” He bowed his head.
“Ah, ah. Not in public.”
“Forgive me my Lord.”
“Much better. Now, I have some business to attend to before you come down. Gina will come and get you when we are ready for you, alright?”
Harry nodded, and then bit his lip, looking up at his Master timidly.
“My Lord…may I…that is…could I play with my trains while I wait? I know it’s not dignified, but no would see, and I promise I’ll-”
Tom chuckled.
“You may play Little One. As long as you are behind closed doors, it is perfectly fine for you to play. Just remember your place and your role outside these doors.”
“I will my Lord. Thank you.” Harry bowed and rushed off to play with his magical train set.


It was a fine toy, taking up nearly 12 square feet. Miniature trains traveled across the nearly perfect model of Europe, which mirrored the actual events of the Continent. Harry’s favourite part of the model however, was the miniature Hogwarts Express, which lead to the most glorious place he’d ever seen. Oh how he longed to go to Hogwarts. If only Master Tom would change his mind. He giggled as the miniature squid wrapped it’s tentacles around one of the tiny boats floating across the lake, taking the students to their first year at the school.

“Master Harry. You are wanted.” Came a high squeaky voice. Harry sighed, straightening his robes and hair.
“Yes Gina, I shall be right down.” He said, dismissing the house elf.
“Alright. I can do this. I am cultured and sophisticated.”
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“But, my Lord? The Potters…they were all killed. How could-”
“Silence! I do not make everything I do known to my followers. Only those who are worthy have seen my protégé, and you should consider yourself lucky you are being allowed to learn of his existence now, Crabbe. Is that clear?”
“Yes Master.”
“…Master?”
Voldemort’s eyes narrowed to slits.
“Yes, Nott?”
“It’s just…what if Dumbledore should find out? Wouldn’t he try to fulfill the prophecy my Lord?”
“IF he ever discovers Harry’s existence, it will already be too late. By that time, I will be the only parent he has ever known. Our cause will the only once which makes sense to him. Dumbledore will be his enemy. Harry will stand by my side when we win this war.”
“But-”
“Do you DARE question my logic?”
“No master, but…Potter is the only one who can kill you. Do you really think it wise to…keep him alive?”
“Crucio!” Voldemort hissed. Nott fell to the marble floor, screaming in pain and withering about, cawing at his face. “Let this be a lesson to you all. Harry is MINE. He will not betray me, and if you turn on him you turn on me. Get out of my sight Nott, and if you breathe a word of this anyone I will skewer will a rusty pole and roast you over the seventh level of hell.” He removed the spell, and the still panting and shaking man crawled towards the exit, anxious to obey his Master orders. Voldemort turned to look at the grand stairway and 20 or so eyes followed his gaze. The dark lord smirked, pleased.
“Ah. Here he is. I’d like to announce my charge. Welcome Harry.”

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