Prince Of Hell

By: Ryu Katanna

Beta: Miyu Suzuki

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Chapter One

Starts Book One, Chapter 17 Page 288: The Man with Two Faces

It was Quirrell.

"You!" gasped Harry.

"Me," He said calmly. "I had wondered whether I'd be meeting you here."

"But I thought—Snape—"

"Severus?" Quirrell laughed, and it wasn't his usual tremble, either, but cold and sharp. "Yes, Severus does seem the type, doesn't he? So useful to have him swooping around like an overgrown bat. Next to him, who would ever suspect p-p-poor, st-stuttering, P-Professor Quirrell?"

Harry couldn't take it in. This couldn't be true, it couldn't.

"But Snape tried to kill me!"

"No, no, no. Dumbledore tried to kill you. Snape was muttering the countercurse. He didn't know Granger was instructed to stop him should he try to do so. It was all an elaborate set-up from the day you were taken from the muggles by that oaf."

"No, way. Dumbledore wouldn't—"

"Oh, but he would. You see, there is a war coming, and Dumbledore would do anything to win it. Even manipulate an eleven year old boy."

"Then why…why me? Is it because of this scar?" Harry asked as he traced a finger along the edge, feeling how it pulsated slightly.

"In a way."

"What do you mean?"

"The scar on your forehead is merely a symbol of who you really are… Given to you by your father as a symbol of your status in the world to come." Quirrell replied.

"My father? That's not possible. Voldemort gave me this mark the night he killed my parents. There's no way…" Harry mumbled mostly to himself in confusion.

"Oh, but there is." Quirrell spoke up as he slowly stepped closer to the young Gryffindor.

"How? The only way for what you say to be true is if I wasn't a Potter…" Harry said as realization started to show in his eyes.

"That's right. Your father, my lord, has ordered me to take you to a safe place until he can see you. Dumbledore cannot be trusted. Severus has reported that they have planned to send you back to the muggles, and our lord is most displeased with his heir returning to such filthy creatures."

"If Voldemort's my father, then why does the rest of the Wizarding world think I'm the son of the Potters? Why should I even believe you?" Harry questioned the Defense Professor in suspicion.

"I would not lie to you, young master. For it would be as to lie to my Lord, and risk death. What I tell you is all truth. You are thought to be Harry Potter because on the night of the Potter's death, my lord was betrayed.

"Peter Pettigrew switched both you and the young Potter. My Lord did not know until he stood over you. He has not told us why, but he left you there that night and went into hiding. He's waiting for the right moment to resurface. Very few know he's still alive." Quirrell finished and stood now only on his knees before the young boy.

"If I am not Harry Potter, then who am I?"

"Your name is Demitrius Alkin Riddle. Son and heir of Lord Voldemort and the late Lady Selinda. My Lord wishes me to retrieve the stone. Severus is to take you and the stone to a private location where you are to be taught privately." Quirrell said and backed away quickly in a low bow. "Severus is already suspected. I, however, am not. I will take you to him as soon as I have the stone. Now I need to examine this interesting mirror."

It was only then that Harry realized what was standing behind the Professor. It was the mirror of Erised.

"This mirror is the key to finding the stone." Quirrell murmured, tapping his way around the frame.

"Trust Dumbledore to come up with something like this…but he's in London… You'll be far away by the time he gets back…" Quirrell continued as he ran his fingers over the inscription carved around the top.

Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafra oyt on wohsi.

"Wait! I know how to get the stone." Harry said as he walked up beside the Professor.

"How, young master?"

"If you look at the wording of the inscription it looks like a bunch of non-sense, but if you reverse it, and space it right, it works."

Running his fingers right to left over the words as he repeated it aloud.

"I show not your face, but your heart's desire. You see, it won't work for you right now because all you desire is to give the stone to Snape after this is through. For me it will because what I desire…" Harry smiled and reached into his pocket and pulled out a red stone. "Is to find it."

"You truly are your father's son, young master. Now let us hurry on to Severus's office. He should be waiting there."

"We should get there as soon as we can. Hermione went off to get help. There's no telling how long she'll be." Harry told Quirrell and hurried out with the professor following soon after.

"Enter." A cold and dispassionate voice called from within the room.

Needing no further instruction, Harry opened the door to his Potions Professors Office. Quirrell who followed into the room closed the door swiftly behind him.

"Ah, Mister Potter. To what do I owe the blessing of your presence in my office?" Severus Snape spoke with an air of loathing that was familiar to the young Gryffindor's ears.

"He knows, Severus." Quirrell stepped in before Harry could speak.

Before Severus could reply, Harry had rounded on Quirrell with a deadly glare, hissing in an almost snake-like manner as the spoke.

"I believe he was speaking to me, and not you. I am not an ignorant child. I can speak for myself, and do not need someone to do so for me. If I ever do, professor, I will let you know. Now, though, is not the time to be chatting."

Severus smirked as the eleven year old spoke in ways beyond someone of his years. He could tell early on in the year that the boy was more mature than most children his age. The maturity was definable in the way he held himself when he thought no one was looking, and the thoughts he concealed behind the glamour green of his eyes.

'All his life, all he's wanted was to fit in and be equal to others his age, but he will soon realize that it is impossible. He is above them. Always will be. Oh, Selinda. Your little one has grown, and I believe he will continue to grow to become an even better man and leader than his father. I can only hope I will be there to see it. The war will soon heat up once more, but this time, things will be different…' Severus thought as he watched Quirrell fall to his knees before Harry to stammer an apology.

"Oh, stop your whimpering. It's giving me a headache." Harry ordered before turning to face the raven haired man. Who stood by his desk.

"Young master, I apologize for my behavior. My I ask how much he has told you?" Severus spoke with a slight inclination of his head.

"Yes, you may. I am still Harry Potter, Professor. I will not be after we leave these grounds, but while here we do have to keep up appearances. Professor Quirrell has told me of my parentage and the truth of what happened at the Quidditch match when Hermione set your cloak on fire. I have been told of Dumbledore, what happened with Pettigrew, and of my father's most recent orders for me to be removed from Dumbledore's sight." Harry informed the man as he looked around the room at the dark wood and various objects placed the room.

"Yes, you will be better informed when we arrive at our destination. Unfortunately, your father is currently away on business. You will see him in a few days. Until then you will continue your schooling." Severus turned to Quirrell. "I will tell our Lord you were successful in your mission. He will speak to you after he has had time to speak with the young lord."

With a nod of acceptance the Defense Professor turned and left the room.

"How will we be getting there, Professor?"

"We will be taking a Portkey to one of the older Snape estates. It has long been under Fedelius Charm and other wards with myself as secret keeper. It is also where we will meet your father."

Not another word between the two was spoken between them was said as Severus summoned a house elf to retrieve Harry's things. Once that was done, Severus took out a medallion shaped in some kind of loopy crest.

"What's that?" He asked, trying to get a closer look.

"This is the Snape family crest. Reach out your hand and touch it. I'll take your trunk." When the boy did as told by the professor while the dark eyed man grabbed the handle of Harry's trunk.

"Now say goodbye to Harry Potter because from the moment you leave this castle, Harry Potter, and all he symbolizes, will cease to exist."

At Harry's nod Severus smiled softly as he spoke the activation password.

"Selinda."

"Welcome home, Demitrius." Severus said when they appeared before the stair case of the old home the size of a mansion.

"This is my home? But isn't this Snape Lands?" Demitrius questioned curiously. "Also, why is my mother's name, the activation to the Portkey?"

"Quirrell didn't tell you about your mother?" At the negative reply, Severus grunted in disdain. "I knew he was an idiot, but this is ridiculous. Demitrius, this may be Snape lands, but it is also your home. As are the rest of the Snape estates. Your mother, before she married your father, was a Snape."

"You mean I'm related to you?"

"Yes. I'm your uncle. Selinda was my younger sister."

"So, what, I call you uncle now?" Demitrius spoke sarcastically, causing Severus to smirk.

"Only if you wish to do so. You are under no obligations, young master. The decision is yours."

"Might as well. I mean there's no denying it, you're family, it'll help me get used to the idea."

"Yes, young master." Severus replied as he walked into the mansion and led the way to one of the rooms in the east wing.

"Could you stop calling me that? Just call me by whatever you did before. I'm so not used to this…" Demitrius complained as he pulled his hair with a stressed expression.

"Of course you're not. Your entire world has just been shaken quite brutally. You have been informed of the truth and have even more responsibilities then before. It is only natural that you would need time."

Severus opened the door to a large lavish room. The walls done in a forest green highlighted the silver of the borders and created a darker contrast unto the dark wood of the floors bureau. And bed. Carved into the wood of the bed posts were the bodies of many snakes, that slithered by some enchantment, making them seem almost alive. The king sized bed had been set up by the house elves with silver sheets and a forest green duvet that matched the draperies around the windows and bed's canopy. A very large snake lay on the bed.

"Oh, wow. This room is nice."

"I'm pleased you like it. You can tell one of the house elves to change anything in here you wish. Your father's rooms are across the hall, and mine are further down to the right. We shall remove the glamour's over your appearance tomorrow."

"Thank you, Uncle Severus." Demitrius spoke as he tried the words out on his tongue.

Good Evening, young master. I trust your trip was most educating. A hissing voice came from the bed as the large snake raised his head from a slight bow.

Indeed it was, and who might you be? He hissed in reply, causing Severus to raise a brow.

'Does he even realize he is speaking parseltongue? Probably not. Voldemort must have left Nagini here to speak to Demitrius. More than likely, he doubted I would tell the boy everything, and he was right. He has still to be told of his betrothed. I really would rather not be around for that one…' Severus thought as he listened to the hissing between both boy and snake.

I am Nagini; Master Demitrius. Master Voldemort asked me to stay and wait for you. He knew you would have questions, and that's why I was to speak with you. Severus is a very busy man once he enters his lab.

Ah. Thank you, but I think I would just like to sleep tonight. Could we talk tomorrow?

It is understandable that you are tired. I will awaken you in the morning. Get some rest and tell Severus your father wishes to speak with him once he returns. Good night, young master. Nagini bowed slightly before making her way out of the room.

"I think I'll get some rest for tonight. Nagini has told me to tell you that father wishes to talk to you when he comes back."

Nodding his head once, the Potion's Master turned to leave the room when he heard Demitrius speak.

"Goodnight, Uncle Severus."

"… Goodnight, Demitri …"

"So young Demitrius is to return to his rightful place?" A man in his early thirties with long blonde hair asked his Lord, who stood before him.

"Yes, and with proper training he shall know his responsibilities. I have left Nagini to answer any questions he may have. While I am certain Severus has told him of a few things, I also know there are subjects he thinks of as forbidden." Voldemort staked as he sipped from the wineglass in his hand, his red eyes shimmering in the dull lighting. "Now I believe you needed to speak with me about your son; and a letter he has sent you."

Lucius Malfoy nodded before picking up a folded piece of paper from the desk.

"It seems that not all is as we thought. Draco has sent me a letter about things he has observed recently."

"What does he have to say that cannot wait until his classes let out in a week?" Saying nothing in reply, Lucius handed the letter to his Lord, who opened it and read.

Dear Father.

Slytherin House has been uneasy since Halloween when that thing made its way into the castle. I've heard that Dumbledore is supposedly planning something so it will not happen again.

After nearly killing three Gryffindor's, I would hope he does. Then there's the fact that he had warned us that the third floor corridor was forbidden. I have seen Harry Potter enter there once with Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger.

Potter had turned down my hand of friendship for the Weasley and now they seem very close. It angers me a bit. He turned me down for a Weasley! Can you believe it? He said he can tell the wrong sort for himself. Huh!

The agreement between you and your associate will never work out. We cannot stand each other. I ask you please not go into this arrangement. I don't like it; nor trust it. Only ill could possibly come of it.

Your Son,

Draconis

"Hm. This could be a potential threat to our plans. Demitrius still has a lot to learn and is this Granger and Weasley has had that much of an influence he may not be adverse to Dumbledore's side of the war. As for our agreement, nothing shall change; the documents have been sealed in blood since before Demitrius' birth." Voldemort stated firmly as he set down the parchment.

"I agree, but a few things seem off. With as close as young Demitrius is to a Weasley and a mudblood it would seem that Dumbledore knows of who he really is, and if that is true than why would he allow him free room of the school? Draco is right when he says Dumbledore's planning something. The only real question we can ask at this point would be to find out what could make Dumbledore so secure in the loyalties of the young Lord."

"Dumbledore left him with muggles and set wards around the house. The trick of the wards around that house is that muggles may come and go as they please, but for anyone who is of magical lineage, they must be keyed into them. Being around muggles, his whole life would make him naturally more insecure when his magic spikes. Dumbledore would appear the good guy when introduced into his life under these conditions. He would use my son against me."

Voldemort's voice was cold as steel as he finished his explanation of Dumbledore's motives. Only he had expected the old man to try something like this. He could only see how much the man had really influenced his son. He wouldn't really know until he returned to Snape Manor and speaks with the boy. Until then Nagini would take care of things.

"There is hardly any threat of that anymore. Severus has previously told me that the young master hides his true maturity. A true Slytherin in Gryffindor's robes. Draco's adversity to the current situation only shows there may be problems, but those are easily avoided provided we take the appropriate approach."

"Really? From what I have heard there is no good communication between Draconis and Demitrius. They will need time." Voldemort spoke while in deep thought as Lucius smirked with his own thoughts he had over their two sons.

"Your right. You have already told me you would be sending young Demitrius to Durmstrang next fall."

"To be taught under Karkaroff. He may not be as trustworthy as I would like him to be, but he's not stupid. He will treat Demitrius with proper respect. Karkaroff knows well enough to keep Dumbledore way from Demitrius."

"Yes, well, I was thinking that since they will be going to different schools than the both of them should spend a few weeks together during summer until they are bonded. Spend this summer to get the young Lord ready for the life he now leads. Pureblood educate and such, and the next summer, after he has settled himself in Durmstrang he could spend a few weeks at Malfoy Manor. It will create less of a struggle between both young Demitrius and Draco if they are to spend time around each other."

"You are right on that part. If Demitrius is anything like his mother or myself he will see the sense of the betrothal to the young Draco Malfoy. Yet his muggle upbringing may have ingrained some of their idiocy into him. Severus should have removed the glamour by the time I return. Nagini has been told to tell Demitrius of his betrothal and a few other details of things to come. For now we can only test the waters and turn the tides in our favor."

Good Morning, young master. Severus is holding breakfast for you. The large snake nudged his side lightly in an effort to get the raven haired boy out of bed.

Thank you, Nagini. There's only one question I have right now. What do I wear? The only thing I have besides my school robes from Hogwarts are Dudley's old hand-me downs.

Demitrius stood and took out a few of the aforementioned clothing to show here.

"I really don't think Uncle Severus would like it if I showed up in these." He murmured to himself as he threw articles of clothing out of his trunk.

Nagini hissed in distaste as she looked upon clothing not even fit for a house elf. Turning her eyes to the door she could see Severus had a dangerous glint in his eyes as he also took in the clothing strewn carelessly on the floor around his nephew.

"Your father and I had previously arranged for your wardrobe. We had your measurements from Madam Maulkins taken and have Wizarding robes tailored to your size in your dressing rooms." The dark haired Potions Master pointed to a door on the right wall and then another on the left. "The bathroom is through that door and the dressing rooms thought the other. Be quick. I would like to remove the glamoured Potter traits before we eat. Then we will be continuing your classes. Nagini will be available after classes if you would like to speak with her."

"Yes, Uncle Severus. I can't wait to see how much I'll change once the glamour's are removed. I feel kind of weird knowing that the way I look now isn't how I really look.

Demitrius stood swiftly and moved toward the door to the changing rooms. Opening the doors revealed a large walk-in sitting room with a forest green leather love seat and two chairs around it in the same green hues. The dark wood flooring continuing into the room from the bedroom. Along the walls were drawers and sliding doors that concealed clothing and shoes.

You will find half of these racks and drawers contain robes, shoes, and even some muggle clothing for you. The other half is for your betrothed's things once you are bonded. Also, you will find a special set of robes for when you are among the loyal death eaters council.

"Wait one minute! My betrothed? I'm betrothed! Since when?" Demitrius shouted in shock at this new bit of information about his life before rounding on both Nagini and Severus.

Since always your master. You have been betrothed since before you were born, but now is not the time. Severus will not speak of it, for he does not think it his place. I will tell you more later, but now is not the time. Nagini hissed in reply.

It only took Demitrius one took at his uncle to see that Nagini spoke the truth. Severus' lips were sealed on that matter.

"I am sorry Uncle Severus. I did not mean to shout like that. I can understand why you didn't tell me and I will speak to father over the matter later. If you'll give me some time then I will be down to breakfast shortly. Nagini can show me the way. Then we can get me looking like I should and stare on my classes."

Severus nodded before departing for the dining rooms with one last thought.

'He is more grown than his years will show. How that boy ever got himself sorted into Gryffindor I'll never know. He's a perfect combination of both his parents. Things will turn out fine. He's smarter than he lets on. My Lord, your son is a fine young leader. You would have been so proud of him, Selinda.'