Chapter 1- Voldermort: Good or Bad?

'What is the meaning of those freaks Boy?'

'I don't think they meant any harm Uncle Vernon…' Harry said quietly.

'You better hope they don't, Potter,' He spat out Harry's name, 'Or you will get it.' Dudley smirked at him and cracked his knuckles.

Harry winced but he tried to keep his cool until they reached home.

Harry always got beating from his Uncle Vernon and his cousin. They weren't all that bad until when they found out Harry was a wizard. It subsequently became worse as Harry grew older, usually after he comes back from Hogwarts. You might wonder why the Weasleys didn't see any scars or bruises. That's because the scars and bruises only appear after the beatings and take about 2 to 3 weeks to heal. Vernon is a smart man. He beats Harry up everyday, whenever he got a chance to, with Dudley, of course, for about 1 month. It so happens that the bruises take about 5 weeks to heal, so by the time Harry gets back to Hogwarts, no one will know or so to speak, see.

'Boy! Come here!' Vernon shouted towards the staircase.

Harry rushed down so as to not get into any more trouble. He did not know what he would be expecting next.

'Yes Uncle Vernon?'

Without a word, Vernon whacked him in the face, leaving a small cut at his lip but a big bruise at his cheek. As the blow was too much for Harry to handle, he fell backwards onto the familiar door, the cupboard under the stairs.

Vernon then proceed to kick him in the ribs threatening him, ' Don't… you… ever… dare… write… horrible… stories… to… your… freaky… friends!' He ended by gripping Harry by the collar, 'What is this?' He shoved a letter from Ron to Harry's face.

Harry was too weak to respond, this was the worst abuse he ever had. None was this worst.

'I… I didn't…'

'Don't tell me lies… I know you have been telling those freaks about us so as to gain advantage!' Vernon released his grip and kicked Harry into the cupboard, locking his inside.

Harry pushed himself off the floor with all his might. His ribs hurt like hell and he could not breathe properly. His glasses were broken so he could not see clearly too but he didn't care. He knew for sure he was in the cupboard again.

Harry felt so tired; he thought his life was ending, so he drifted off to a deep sleep…

'Dumbledore, are you sure leaving him with the Dursleys is the right thing to do? They might be killing him at this very moment?' Molly confronted the Headmaster at the Headquarters.

'Yes, I'm afraid so. He is protected by the wards there. He'll be safe there. If I have to prevent Voldermort from achieving his goal, I will do all I can, even if it means sacrificing Harry's life.' He mumbled as the other members quarrel over themselves over Harry's return to the Dursleys.

Dumbledore stood there, quiet for a while before realizing the current situation. 'Silence! Harry's already at the Dursleys, no point in arguing in that. Right now, we must look ahead and plan our attack or defense. I know all of you are worried about Harry's safety but I can assure you that he's safe there…

'Ah!' Harry screamed as Vernon whipped him with his belt.

'Hold him Dudley, I'm gonna teach him a lesson'

Harry shivered at the sight of the belt. Within a split second, the belt came into contact with his bare body, splitting his bruised back, adding on to the numerous scars.

'Master, I have the blood samples you wanted,' A tall hooded man came up to the once ugly Voldermort. It seems that after undergoing more transformations and potions, the ugly Voldermort had become the tall, muscular, black haired man.

'Really? That's fast. Good… good…' Even his voice changed, it had become deeper and strong.

'They blood samples match yours, my lord. I'm afraid to say he is indeed your son master.'

Voldermort laughed, 'Sad? Oh no my death eater… I'm very happy. Let us go and pay him a visit. Gather the old crowd, we are leaving immediately.'

Harry found himself in the cupboard again, but his time, his whole body was aching, and bleeding. It was bad enough he was not taking enough food to, mainly iron to replenish his blood loss. Suddenly, he heard a blast. The Order! He thought but saw familiar green flash throwing back the door.

'Where is Potter?' Tom asked.

'Who the hell you think you are?' Vernon shouted, even though he was obviously shaking from head to toe.

Tom smirked raising his wand to cast his famous curse when he spotted blood traces leading to the cupboard. He used his last finger to clean a bit of it and smell it.

'Harry…' For the first time, Tom was afraid of what could happen.

'You muggles had better pray nothing happens to Harry or you will get it from me,' Tom said in a dangerous tone before turning to the small door once again.

'Lucius, open the door,' Tom took a deep breath as the elder Malfoy open it.

Right in front of him, was his own flesh and blood, on the floor, in a pool of blood, bare backed. Tom quickly rushed in, getting Harry out.

'Harry, please… don't die… You can't go yet…' Tom held on to Harry.

'Oh god… we must get him back to the manor immediately my lord.'

In a split second, Tom apparated with Harry and Lucius and Bella with the Dursleys.

The healer spent 3 hours in the room, treating Harry while Tom and his Inner Circle keep vigil outside. Even Snape was there. He was shocked at what happened.

'Severus, I am aware of your double spy job,' Snape's face turned white immediately but Tom ignored, 'However I will give you a second chance to decide. If you decide to return to Dumbledore, this would be the last time I let you out of my Manor alive. You've seen for yourself what happened to Harry and you are well aware that he is my flesh and blood. I hope you would not make the same mistake over again.'

Snape looked down, He's really changed, he used to be ruthless and merciless but now with Harry, he's changed. He's right. Dumbledore's been using me. Look what he caused Harry to be in now?

'Wait!'

Tom turned around, 'What is it?'

'I… my lord… I don't want to return to Dumbledore. I hope you can forgive me for my flaws in serving you. I am truly sorry, my lord.'

'I'm glad you chose the right side. Start anew Severus. I will forgive your flaws and hope to see none in the future.'

'Yes my lord. Indeed.'

'Right… I'll leave you to deal with the Dursleys. Take Lucius and Bella with you if they want to have fun but don't kill them yet, I want them healthy enough for me.'

'Yes my lord.' Snape bowed and left at once.

Tom then went into the room, not wanting to wait any longer.

'How is he?' he demanded.

'He's stable, my lord. I gave his some potion and an injection so it could control his fever. I've also administered a blood potion that will enable his body to produce more blood as he loss a lot of it.'

'Good, How long will he take to wake?' the Dark Lord asked again.

'If all goes well, he should wake by noon tomorrow. He has a strong will, my lord. I have never seen anyone with serious injuries like this recover so quickly. He is indeed your son, master,' the death eater knelt down and kissed his master's robes.

'Good. You shall be awarded. I want you to stay by his side until he shows signs of waking. Then, send someone to alert me.'

The death eater nodded. Tom left the room and headed straight for the dungeons

'Crucio!' Lucius shouted.

The elder Dursley screamed at the top of his lungs.

'Ooh… I love it when they scream… my turn! Crucio!' Bella said in a sing song tone.

Petunia screamed like as if a thousand hot sharp knifes were stabbing into her.

'Having fun are we?' A low voice interrupted the trio.

They immediately stopped and turn around to face their master.

'My lord,' they said together and bowed.

Tom gave a slight nod as an acknowledgement towards his best death eaters of the Inner Circle.

'My lord, if I may ask, how is young Harry?' Snape questioned softly.

'He's stabilized, and if there's nothing wrong, he should wake by noon tomorrow…' Tom was interrupted by Vernon, the eldest Dursley, 'Harry won't wake… that useless bastard!' he spat.

Tom felt his anger boil and with a flash of light, Vernon was screaming like a little girl.

'You fucking bastard!' Tom kicked his mercilessly, 'This is for Harry… you useless… fat… fucking… muggle...'

'Master… master…' the trio rushed to hold him back.

'My lord, don't listen to him. Harry's gonna be alright. I know he will,' Bella said.

Tom breathe hard, still pissed off but he nodded to his three advisors.

'You're right… Harry's all that matters now… Once he wake, this three would make a lovely present for his homecoming,' Tom smiled evilly at them.

'I agree, master. The perfect gift for the young prince,' Lucius added while the two agreed with him.

'Well, then we should keep them in tip top shape in time for Harry?' He looked at the trio and continued, 'I want them in healthy form for Harry. Get the healers down and treat them to their wounds. Not a scar is to be seen. No one is to touch them until Harry's done with them.' The three nodded, understanding it as an order.

I'll take my leave now… Oh and Sev, I want this cell to be heavily guarded 24/7.'

'Yes master.'

Tom then left the dungeons, heading to his suite for a bath.