Title: A Darker Destiny
Author: Liz Skywalker
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Disclaimer: I wish I owned it.
Summery: What if Voldemort took Harry instead of trying to kill him?
A/N: I accept any and all comments. I have matches, I don't need the flames.
Prologue:
Lord Voldemort was angry. He was often angry but the emotion he was feeling at
the moment was so black that had it shown in the sky, the entire sun would be blotted out.
Lord Voldemort smiled coldly at the thought. He could obliterate the sun. How positively
delicious.
"Master?" A Death Eater knelt before him.
"What is your report?" Voldemort glanced at the kneeling form and saw it to be
Wormtail.
"I have the location of the Potters, Master."
The Potters. Dumbledore's precious students. Oh, that would be lovely, and so
delicious. Voldemort licked his lips and Wormtail shuddered in fear.
"Very well. Give it to me."
As Wormtail stuttered directions to his former-friends' home, Voldemort allowed
himself another smile. Soon no one would oppose him.
Green light lit up the darkened room and the mother held her son even tighter.
The child began to cry. The mother looked in panic at the body of her husband and began
backing into a corner to reach for something. There was another flash of green light and
the mother's body fell, cushioning her son. The baby looked up in terror at the
approaching figure. The baby hissed at the figure, who nearly stopped in surprise.
"A Parselmouth? Here?" The figure asked a cowering minion. The minion said
nothing, but looked scared. The towering figure hissed back at the baby, who looked
surprised that someone had answered him in his private language. The baby was very
scared of the figure. He looked like a snake that had once wrapped itself around the baby
while he was playing in Mommy's garden. The baby had hissed at it, not sure what gave
him the idea to, and that snake had left. The baby hoped that this snake would do the
same. He hissed back harshly at that man and tried to crawl away, but the man scooped
him up in long arms. "Baby Potter, what else can you do?"
The baby squirmed in the man's arms, trying to break free. Obligingly, the man
put him down. There were confusing noises and suddenly Baby Potter was staring at a
large garden snake. Frightened, the baby first tried to crawl away and, when that failed,
tried to bat the snake away. 'Look,' the baby thought at the snake. 'There are a lot of big
people. Go play with them.' But the snake looked at him uncomprehendingly. The snake
started to slide towards the baby again. Baby Potter screamed. The snake stopped,
appeared to be listening to something, and then began again. The baby whimpered and
started making soothing noises to himself. The snake appeared to be listening and then
backed away. It disappeared in a flash of black light. The baby looked back up at the big
man. He saw now that man had to same color hair as Daddy. "Dada?" He asked
hopefully. The man laughed.
"I'm not your father, Potter. Wormtail, what's this one's name?"
"Harry, Master. Harry Potter." Wormtail cowered miserably near the door.
"Harry Potter." The man appeared to be tasting the name. "Harry Potter. I think
I'll keep you, young Harry." The man smiled, a horrible sight. The baby giggled as
Voldemort picked him up and carried him out the door. Voldemort looked back at his
minions. "Collect what this child will later need. Then burn the house and place the Dark
Mark over it. I don't want anyone to suspect that there were any survivors." His minions
scrambled to obey the orders. Voldemort turned back to his new son. "Well, young
Parselmouth, your new life begins."
The baby gurgled happily and quickly fell asleep, feeling safe in the arms of the
Dark Lord, not knowing that his parents had just been killed, not knowing the life that
awaited him, not knowing that destiny that Voldemort had already planned out for young
Potter.
A/N: That Harry is a Parselmouth from birth, among other assumptions, are all theories
of mine and are in no way attempts to bend canon. I do that enough on my own. I don't
need people thinking I'm bending it even more.
Please review!
Author: Liz Skywalker
Author stats: See profile
Disclaimer: I wish I owned it.
Summery: What if Voldemort took Harry instead of trying to kill him?
A/N: I accept any and all comments. I have matches, I don't need the flames.
Prologue:
Lord Voldemort was angry. He was often angry but the emotion he was feeling at
the moment was so black that had it shown in the sky, the entire sun would be blotted out.
Lord Voldemort smiled coldly at the thought. He could obliterate the sun. How positively
delicious.
"Master?" A Death Eater knelt before him.
"What is your report?" Voldemort glanced at the kneeling form and saw it to be
Wormtail.
"I have the location of the Potters, Master."
The Potters. Dumbledore's precious students. Oh, that would be lovely, and so
delicious. Voldemort licked his lips and Wormtail shuddered in fear.
"Very well. Give it to me."
As Wormtail stuttered directions to his former-friends' home, Voldemort allowed
himself another smile. Soon no one would oppose him.
Green light lit up the darkened room and the mother held her son even tighter.
The child began to cry. The mother looked in panic at the body of her husband and began
backing into a corner to reach for something. There was another flash of green light and
the mother's body fell, cushioning her son. The baby looked up in terror at the
approaching figure. The baby hissed at the figure, who nearly stopped in surprise.
"A Parselmouth? Here?" The figure asked a cowering minion. The minion said
nothing, but looked scared. The towering figure hissed back at the baby, who looked
surprised that someone had answered him in his private language. The baby was very
scared of the figure. He looked like a snake that had once wrapped itself around the baby
while he was playing in Mommy's garden. The baby had hissed at it, not sure what gave
him the idea to, and that snake had left. The baby hoped that this snake would do the
same. He hissed back harshly at that man and tried to crawl away, but the man scooped
him up in long arms. "Baby Potter, what else can you do?"
The baby squirmed in the man's arms, trying to break free. Obligingly, the man
put him down. There were confusing noises and suddenly Baby Potter was staring at a
large garden snake. Frightened, the baby first tried to crawl away and, when that failed,
tried to bat the snake away. 'Look,' the baby thought at the snake. 'There are a lot of big
people. Go play with them.' But the snake looked at him uncomprehendingly. The snake
started to slide towards the baby again. Baby Potter screamed. The snake stopped,
appeared to be listening to something, and then began again. The baby whimpered and
started making soothing noises to himself. The snake appeared to be listening and then
backed away. It disappeared in a flash of black light. The baby looked back up at the big
man. He saw now that man had to same color hair as Daddy. "Dada?" He asked
hopefully. The man laughed.
"I'm not your father, Potter. Wormtail, what's this one's name?"
"Harry, Master. Harry Potter." Wormtail cowered miserably near the door.
"Harry Potter." The man appeared to be tasting the name. "Harry Potter. I think
I'll keep you, young Harry." The man smiled, a horrible sight. The baby giggled as
Voldemort picked him up and carried him out the door. Voldemort looked back at his
minions. "Collect what this child will later need. Then burn the house and place the Dark
Mark over it. I don't want anyone to suspect that there were any survivors." His minions
scrambled to obey the orders. Voldemort turned back to his new son. "Well, young
Parselmouth, your new life begins."
The baby gurgled happily and quickly fell asleep, feeling safe in the arms of the
Dark Lord, not knowing that his parents had just been killed, not knowing the life that
awaited him, not knowing that destiny that Voldemort had already planned out for young
Potter.
A/N: That Harry is a Parselmouth from birth, among other assumptions, are all theories
of mine and are in no way attempts to bend canon. I do that enough on my own. I don't
need people thinking I'm bending it even more.
Please review!