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: Hello! Welcome to my new story. Don’t worry, I’ll still be writing Once in a Blue Moon, but this idea got into my head, and wouldn’t go away until I’d written it. I am in need of a Beta for this fic. If anyone is interested let me know, those first dibs go to Keshi and Lenny.

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.


“Kill me instead!” The woman insisted, placing herself between her son and the dark lord
Voldemort chuckled, mirthlessly.
“Don\'t be foolish woman. Step aside.”
“I will not.” She said firmly.
“I will not tell you again, Step ASIDE! You needn\'t die tonight.” The dark wizard hissed, pointing his wand at her chest.
“No.” She looked him straight in the eyes un-flinchingly.
“Very well. Advada Kadrava!”
A green light enveloped the room and Lily Potter\'s lifeless body fell to the nursery floor.
“Stupid woman.” He muttered, stepping over her prone form and glaring at the child sitting on his changing table. He pointed his wand at the child. Once he destroyed him, no one would ever be a threat to him again.

The baby giggled reaching out and grabbing at the wand that was threatening his very life. Voldemort frowned. This was the child that was supposed to be more powerful then himself? “Don\'t you fear me child?” He asked, pulling back his wand. Harry gurgled happily, and held out his arms, begging to be picked up.


Tom froze. This child...did not show an inkling of fear in front of the man who had just killed his parents. He closed his eyes, and could feel the power radiating from the child, even at such a young age; he was already nearly as powerful as he was. It seemed a pity to waste such potential, especially when he could be put to better uses; moulded to become a reckonable force; a tool of the dark side.

A sly smile crossed the dark wizards face, and he picked up the child.
“You and I shall make the streets run red with blood, little one.”
Harry smiled,
“Wred wit bwood.” he shrieked , clapping his hands.
“That\'s right little one. Now go to sleep.” Voldemort said in a soothing voice, and the child lay his head down on his shoulder and yawned.


Voldemort left the Potter\'s home, instructing his Death Eaters to burn it down and send up his mark.
“But Master.” Malfoy said, looking pointedly at the bundle in the dark lord\'s arms, which he had kept hidden from the other.
“We will use him for our cause.” Tom said, pulling back a corner of the blanket so his second in command could see the sleeping babe.
“ What about Dumbledore, Master?”
“He must never know; not until the time is right. Make it impossible to tell this boy wasn\'t in that house.” He ordered.
Lucius nodded, kneeling at his Master\'s feet and kissing the hem of his robes.
“I will my lord.”
~*~

“Albus, is it true what they say?” McGonagall asked anxiously.
The Headmaster looked grave.
“Yes. I\'m afraid it is.”
“The Potters? All of them...dead?”
“ As near as we can tell Minerva.” Dumbledore sighed. “We\'ve failed them. Harry Potter is dead.”

~*~