For unknown reasons, Harry Potter is taken from his home and forced to join Lord Voldemort's side!

From a change of friends to a change of allies, Harry will have to live under an entirely new regime.

The Will of Lord Voldemort

Prologue

Ever since he had escaped a few months prior, Lord Voldemort was thinking deeply over past and recent events: that fateful night... the philosopher's stone... the graveyard. So many mistakes concerning the boy... so many... inconsistencies.

Was the prophecy true after all? Had he not escaped the prophecy the moment he made his horcruxes and ensured his survival? What truly prevented him from killing the brat right then and there? Of course, there was always the possibility that it was all a mere coincidence. That the boy had unbounded luck proceeded by no one thus far. But was that all there was to it?

He tipped the glass forward and slipped it towards his tongue. Yes, he had his body back...restored to full power but still, something felt... incomplete. He tilted his head ever so slightly to the fact that he had never considered using anyone else's blood but Harry Potter's. It wasn't a choice, but a must.

He almost laughed. Almost. The boy was magically protected all year round. Getting to him proved a problem only a well-placed spy and the Tri-Wizard Tournament could unravel. But such an elaborate plan was not needed anymore. It was just a matter of...when. Take now for instance. Summer months, away from school, living with muggles, away from that cursed old fool Dumbledore.

Nagini...

He called her in a hissing tongue, and already a figure was emerging from the shadows, silky, horrific and bulging from underneath the bed. Yes, Nagini was well-suited for this task. After all, the magic placed over the boy's home was by no means simple or illusionary. He or his death eaters couldn't step foot on the damnable property even if they wanted to. But that didn't mean...he didn't have other options.

I have a job for you Nagini...

Yes Master?

He could hear the distinct sounds of something large moving his way. Without looking, he cast his wand towards the fireplace in front of him. It turned a shade of bright green, highlighting the room in magnificent colors. It was decided. He would act now rather than later. And whether that decision was good or bad, to Voldemort, it didn't seem to matter. He wanted the boy here and in his presence. Tonight... was as good a night as any.

Bring me the boy, Nagini... He gestured towards the fire with a pale hand. Nagini did not need to ask who the boy was. Her master only ever spoke of one. Quite suddenly, and without so much as a glance backwards, Nagini slithered quickly to the hearth, a hungry fire penetrating her tongue. Voldemort clicked his own in annoyance, and she stopped.

Alive…

A look of disappointment crossed the animals face, and now, noticeably slower, she resumed her way over to the fire.

And Nagini...

She stopped again.

If he struggles... don't hesitate to crush bone.

She quickened her pace.