Dark Rising

Summary: Harry is taken from the Dursleys home at a young age by Voldemort. For five years he is trained alongside Draco and Hermione into the perfect followers and heirs to the newly risen Dark Lord.

Disclaimer: I do not claim any rights to Harry Potter or related works.

A.N.Many thanks to Hermione Chase. She has helped me get through many tough spots and has kept me from scraping the story. This story is also partially hers through how much help she's given me.

A.N.2 Whilethis has become an almost Hermione centric fiction, through no fault of mine I might add, the mainparing is still Harry/Draco and will remain so.

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Chapter One

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July 30, 1986- Little Whinging, Surrey- No. 4 Privet Drive

Harry waited as the minutes ticked by on the watch Uncle Vernon had discarded when it had been replaced by a newer and "better" one. In five minutes just three minutes he would be six years old, maybe this year he would get his wish.

Two minutes to go…

He finished drawing a birthday cake in the dust of his cupboard.

One minute…

He let the light on the watch stay of for a few seconds before turning it back on.

10...

7...

3...2...1...

Time! The watch beeped as it turned to midnight. He blew across the picture of the candles wishing with all his known and unknown power that he might leave the Dursleys once and for all.

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July 31, 1986- Unknown- Unknown

Snakes were becoming less useful now that he was regaining some of his former powers. Soon he would need a different type of host, a host that had more energy form him to leech off of.

At least for now, however, he would keep himself amused by wandering the astral plain.

He felt a pull on his subconscious and was then forcibly pulled into a small niche in the astral plains expanse. It was dark and resembled something close to a cave, he adjusted himself to the light before projecting a body for himself.

He had chosen his teenage body for the projection, it was the most able to defend itself since it had a small, but significant connection to the physical world still. He scanned the area to see if there was any danger that might harm his person. He was surprised to see that the only other occupant of the area was a small boy of no older than four or five, if his size was anything to go by. He slowly approached the boy who hadn't noticed him yet due to his position.

The boy sniffed and wiped at his eyes with the sleeve of a shirt that was much to big for him. In the boy's other hand was a pair of black framed glasses that had tape around the nose piece. When the boy noticed his presence he quickly put on the glasses to get a clear look at him. The boy's startlingly familiar bright green eyes stared at him in wonder. The boy's messy black hair fell into his eyes, but it did not cover the lightning bolt shaped scar he had heard that the Boy-Who-Lived was rumored to bear.

"Who are you?" The boy asked hiccupping between the words, his voice still trembling from his apparent crying.

"Tom." He said simply, and smirked inwardly. If the boy was not who he thought he was as it seemed, then he would have so much fun driving the young mind to insanity. He had to ask though if just for the sake of relieving his curiosity. "And who are you?"

"Harry Potter."

Tom thought for a moment, yes it was clear the boy could be the one who had defeated him six years ago, but then why did the boy look so small? "How old are you Harry?" He asked, it was unlikely that the boy in front of him just coincidently had the name and looks of the elder Potter. But he hadn't been in power as long as he had without being cautious.

"Six. Today's my birthday." Harry said, his eyes then widened and he smiled at him. "Are you here because of my wish?"

"I might be." Tom answered trying to find out more about the boy in front of him. He was curious of what the boy had wished for if he believed him to be the answer to it. If the boy was The Harry Potter, he wouldn't be surprised if the boy had wanted a new playmate or something. This 'Savior' of the wizarding world probably had everything he could ever possibly want right at his fingertips; the boy had probably grown up in the lap of luxury ever since it had been proclaimed that he had defeated the Dark Lord.

Tom did not hear what the boys wish was as he said it to low for him to hear and he was currently trying to make himself seem as small as possible. Tom sneered inwardly. "What? I couldn't understand that Harry."

"I wished for someone to come and take care of me and love me." Harry's eyes teared up after saying the wish and he went on. "It won't come true now… since I told you."

Tom was confused. The Boy-Who-Lived wasn't supposed to be wishing for things like that. No, the boy was not supposed to be wishing for the things he himself had wished for as a child at the orphanage.

He knelt in front of the boy who was trying to keep in his tears and placed a hand on the child's shoulder. Harry looked at him startled. "Harry," he started trying sound as comforting as he possibly could, "while the second part of your wish may be hard to fulfill, I will be able to find someone to take care of you."

Wide hope filled eyes stared into his crimson ones. "Really? You'd do that?" Tom nodded his head. He was then knocked over as the boy tackled him in a tight hug. The dark haired teen stiffened at the contact as Harry thanked him profusely. When Harry noticed that his hug's victim was not returning the gesture he stepped back shyly.

"Sorry." He mumbled. He turned his face up as Tom stood and brushed himself off. "Are you really going to find a new family to care for me?"

Tom looked at the smaller boy for a moment before answering. "Yes, I will find someone to take care of you." He then realized that he had no clue where the boy was located. "I need to know where you live right now before I send someone to take you away." He smiled then thinking of a plan that had started to formulate in his head. The old fool would never get a handle on the power this boy obviously possessed.

"Why are you helping me?" Harry asked innocently. "Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon say that I am a worthless freak. They don't like me very much. And my cousin Dudley always gets me in trouble. Am I really that bad?"

Tom fumbled for a way to answer him. He was not good at comforting others in pain, he was much more proficient at causing such pain. "No, you are not that bad Harry. I am helping you because I don't want you to go through what I went through as a child." Right, little truths couldn't hurt, he just needed to assure the boy's trust in him. "Now tell me where you live."

"No. 4 Privet Drive, it's in Little Whinging, Surrey."

"Very well, I shall send someone to get you." Harry nodded.

"How will I know who it is?" Tom had to commend the boy for his thinking.

Tom thought for a moment trying to decide who was available and best suited for the task he would set for them. He smiled deciding on the person.

"It will be a women. She will have blonde hair and grey eyes. I'll tell her to say that I sent her." Tom smirked, soon, very soon he would have the most powerful weapon in the impending war right at his fingertips.

"Okay." Harry said brightly.

"I must leave now. Remember me until the next time we meet." Tom crossed his arms letting his projection fade so that he could find a way to reach his chosen caretaker for the green eyed savior.

Harry nodded vigorously, smiling at his friend. "I will."

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Right…. Okay, this is my newest story. Don't ask me how it came to be, just know that this is what happens when I don't have internet access for a week and I'm forced to help others with their stories.

Reviews would be appreciated. Flames will be either deleted or laughed at.

And if anyone has a problem with it--this will be HP/DM, HG/GW (maybe, if my friend convinces me) or HG/BZ, RL/SS, and of course there will be hints at other couples every now and then. If you have problems with any of the pairings you are free to not read the story.

Thank you.