I will only say this once, as it becomes redundant saying it every chapter.

Disclaimer: This is purely fanfiction, (NO WAY! It's on fanfiction . net) I do not own Harry Potter (If I did I wouldn't be writing this) and in general disclaimers are stooopid, why do I bother?

Warnings: Uh.. you clicked the link, so yes beware of slash (including mature content, pervs.), mentions of child abuse (almost every hp fic does that, so you should be aware by now~), torture. This fic will be sporadically updated like everything else I do with my life. Oh I don't know, read at your own discretion okay? Any flames that go on about and not limited to the fact that I haven't warned you about this or I haven't disclaimed or my fic is shit, or I have serious issues or whatever, I don't care it will be used to roast marshmallows and haters will always hate, so go away. Any flames against other reviewers will see you reported you have been warned, it's not my fault you didn't read the not so fine fine print (This has happened, I don't know why people like you even bother, trolls). On that note, will you be so nice to drop a review, that is if you've read the not so fine fine print?

There is quite a bit of recap of the books, but I try to fast forward through them, it's boring for me to write, but there are bits and pieces that are inserted. Nice short Prologue to get the stupid plot bunny out of my house.

Okay enough of my sarcasm… enjoy

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Summary: He was a master manipulator, each moment, action preplanned, everything was a façade, a mirror image, that would lead to one thing. His endgame. HPLV, wherein Voldemort placed a spell on Harry as a baby that would lead him to be the perfect Golden Boy, until Voldemort decided otherwise. That spell left a scar, but did not leave Voldemort dead. Dark!Harry, Mild(dare I say?)Light-bashing. Not AU Creature fic

Prologue

A soft chime echoed in the hallway. A tinkling came from a room. Flawlessly he crept down the corridor. Ignoring the room with the tinkling, he opted for the adjacent room. A silent spell sent the door swinging open gently. From his position at the doorway, he could see two figures in the king-sized bed, shadowed by the new moon. Pausing for not another second, he stepped forward, silent and graceful like a feline, and withdrew his wand and cast two bright green spells in succession. Then he levitated the bodies, the male to the storey below and the female with him to the room with the tinkling.

Cancelling the levitation spell carelessly, he moved to the crib that stood in the centre of the room. Wordlessly he stopped the mobile hanging above from spinning and gently pulled back blanket slightly to reveal a soundly sleeping baby.

"Hello, precious, wake up," the man said, his voice running like silk.

Bright, illuminating green eyes blinked open.

"Twaa," gurgled the child, smiling.

"I'm sorry Harry, one day this will all be a bad dream," said the man reaching out to smooth back the infant's hair before raising his wand and muttering in Latin before a jet of pale blue dispersed and covered the child.

"We'll be together before you realise it," said the man more to himself as he stroke the boy's cheek as the blue light settled and began to fade.

Spinning around he poured a pile of ashes onto the floor and transfigured a robe he nabbed from the parents room into clothes more suitable for himself and arranging it about the ash. Spinning around he stepped over the dead woman's body carelessly and made sure to kick the man before leaving the house. He stopped for one last time on the lawn and murmured Mosmorde before he headed of for a long deserved vacation.