Sorry for not updating 'A New Life' I'm halfway through writing the next chapter and it will be up asap. For now, here's a little oneshot I wrote a while back on my ipod. Un-beta-ed ? (I suck at spelling) Rated for spanking.. among other things.

Tom riddle was sitting comfortably in the living room of riddle mansion. It had been four years since he defeated the Potters. Unfortunately the woman Severus Snape wanted him to spare got in the way of him taking the child. She, in short, was not spared.

Ever since Lord Voldemort heard a prophecy that said he would be defeated by a mere infant, he sought out this baby. At the end he narrowed it down the two families- the Longbottoms and Potters. Both families were Aurors with a potentially powerful baby.

The Longbottoms were visited first. Voldemort felt no connection with their baby and deemed them useless. He decided to have a bit of fun before killing them, though. The crutiatus curse was quite effective and entertaining to watch. Both, woman and man struggled and fought the curse until the bitter end. They passed out after the curse was put on them several times. Before Voldemort had the chance to awaken them and begin his torture anew, fighting broke out downstairs. The Aurors had finally showed up. Voldemort was about to cast 'Avada Kadavra' when a brave Auror barged through the door. As the pounding of footsteps on the stairs came closer, he decided the best course of action would to just apperate away. Just as he began to, he cast the killing curse at the Auror who seemed too stunned to see the actual Lord Voldemort to do anything. The last thing Tom had seen before being pulled away was the man crashing to the ground, a glazed coat over his eyes and more people crashing into the room.

Just over two weeks later, Tom had gained the intelligence of where the potters were hiding. Of course as he and his death eaters planned, he kept in mind of his promise to Severus. Severus was such a loyal servant. He had even tricked the so called great wizard Dumbledore into believing he was spying for the light. In reality, he was giving the light false intelligence and the dark set up minor plots to make each look 'real'.

However that night, when they traveled to the potters, tom found that he could not in fact keep that promise. He had felt the connection with the boy- the power of his magical core. The father, a top Auror in fact, posed a threat for a mere minute. He had fired a few spells- all which were redirected into a nearby wall. Then he was killed, by a wonderful death eater behind Voldemort who had been rewarded handsomely with being the minister of magic (currently).

The woman was much more resilient than the man. She pleaded with Tom- and threw herself in front of her baby. He had tried to simply capture her, and bring her as a reward for Severus. However she had blocked all of his spells, wandlessly, amazingly enough. So, the only way left to retrieve the boy was to- unfortunately kill her.

Tom riddle had debated with himself for quite a while about what to do with the boy once he had him within his grasp. His first instinct was to kill him. However, he found a better solution. Why not take the boy and raise him himself? If the boy was destined to kill him, why not raise him to think that was the wrong choice? Why kill a soon to be powerful wizard when he could simply raise him differently.

Shortly after kidnapping the boy, the ministry had fallen. Dumbledore was killed at the hands of Severus Snape (who was now headmaster of Hogwarts) and Lucius Malfoy was minister of magic. All was well in the world. Everything 'good' was reformed as many people on that side saw that Voldemort had won anyway. Those who were neutral remained that way, and honestly Tom didn't care. There had, of course, been a war for almost a year and a half. Many only went along with the change for the sake of Harry Potter. The few that hadn't, well, some currently resided in Azkaban, while others became too persistent in their pursuit to bring the down fall of Voldemort, and were killed swiftly.

There was always the problem with mudbloods and such. However, Tom found a way around that. All children, from all backgrounds attended Hogwarts at the age of 11. After they graduated, most were accustomed to the Dark Lord's ways and stayed that way. Before he had taken over, Tom riddle was painted as an evil muggle hating man. That wasn't all true. Yes, he thought it was wrong for muggles to fall in love with wizards, but the children were not to blame for that. Those children could be molded to be on Tom's side. Their parents were to blame. What's the point in losing a valuable wizard over something that wasn't their fault?

Most things in the world went on as usual after the war. The muggle world was left alone and most wizards were persuaded to think the same way as Voldemort. Diagon alley and Hogsmead were still the popular and crowded places, as usual. Even Hogwarts hadn't changed that much. Voldemort thought about hiring death eaters to teach, but quickly banished that idea. He most certainly did not want the majority of those baboons to teach children, especially his Harry. Most of the staff remained the same, only a few resigned and were replaced by- of course- qualified teachers who were interviewed by Tom himself.

Tom chuckled fondly, and called for Hiker, one of his favorite house elves.

House elf rights were negotiated and finally ended with that they were free and had most human rights. Of course, most remained with their masters as many thought it was a sin to just up and leave your master. They even had rights now that no one could harm them, and if they did, elves could fight back. Tom actually liked house elves; they were incredibly loyal and protective. They also had a quick mind of their own, much like a Slytherin. For this, they were respected by the dark lord.

"Please bring Harry to his room; I'd like to talk to him."

"Yes sir master riddle, right away"

Tom nodded in approval and the elf popped away. Tom quickly made his way to Harrys room, where as he suspected, where Hiker and Harry beat him to. Tom smiled- that is until he saw Harry's face. His glasses were hanging off one ear and his clothes were caked in mud and had a torn knee. The boy's face had look of dread as he gazed up at Tom.

Tom dismissed Hiker, "Harrison Marvolo! What happened to you?"

Harry looked at his shoes, "I was playing outside."

Tom raised an eyebrow; this five-year-old had gotten into a great deal of mischief over these few years and knew the consequences and rules.

"And how, pray tell, did you become this filthy?"

Harry bit his lip, "You're gunna be mad."

"Harry..."

"Well first I was just playing around and pretended I was fighting a dragon, like in the story book. Then I kinda pretended that I was on fire right after I killed the dragon, n that the mud puddle was a big pond and it put the fire out. Then another dragon showed-ed up and had to climb up the tree to fight it. N that's how my pants got ripped."

"You know you're not supposed to play in trees or in mud Harry."

"Yeah, I knows." the boy sounded forlorn and Tom hoped to finish this quickly. He was actually coming in to tell Harry that he was going to take him to Fortesecues ice cream shop as a reward for being so good lately.

Tom scooped the filthy boy up in his arms. "First, you are going to have a bath. Then we are going to have a long discussion about your behavior."

"Yes sir"

Tom carted the boy down the hall and set him on the counter. He ran the hot and cold water, waiting for it to be the perfect temperature for little Harry. As soon as it was okay, he turned to Harry. First he took off the boy's glasses, then shirt. Trousers and shorts soon followed. Tom cast a cleaning charm on the glasses and put them back on Harry before lifting the boy and placing him in the tub.

For the entire duration of the bath, Tom scrubbed Harry clean and Harry played with a plastic boat. Harry wasn't too involved in his play and really just pushed the boat around over the waves. Soon the bath was over and Harry was rinsed. Tom held out a towel for Harry to wrap up in as he cast a drying charm on his hair. He led the towel clad boy down the hall back to his room. He left the boy standing in the middle of the room as Tom went or fetch a night shirt for Harry. Tom sat on the bed and pulled Harry closer, drying him off and extracting a few giggles from the boy. After he was thoroughly dried, Tom slipped the night shirt over the boy's head. It reached his ankles and was a pale blue.

"Now," Tom began, becoming stern, "You know why you are being punished?" Harry nodded, "A verbal answer young man."

"Yes sir."

Tom nodded and guided the boy over his knee. He then trapped the boy's legs between both of his legs and pulled the nightshirt up, which bunched around his arms. Tom looked down on the small, quivering bottom before him.

"Six smacks, three for each broken rule." Without further ado, Tom let his hand fall twice on one cheek, which ended up to be his entire bottom. He landed another two firm smacks on the boys sit spots and the last two on each thigh. The boy cried and howled with each smack. Tom was harder this time than other times. Maybe this was because Harry could have been hurt if he fell out of the tree or slipped from the mud.

Harry's bottom was a pink when Tom was finished. Tom lifted the boy up and sat him on his lap, careful to maneuver him so his bottom wouldn't be against anything. Harry snuggled closer as tears still leaked out of his eyes.

"Come now," Tom said as he brushed away tears, "It's over now, why don't you take a nap, I'll come fetch you for dinner." Harry nodded and allowed Tom to tuck him in, lying on his stomach of course.

Tom smiled as the boy drifted to sleep. He had always wanted a child, through never found women very interesting. In fact, he was already in a relationship with none other than Severus Snape.

Severus was upset when that woman -lily was it? - was dead. He became angry and withdrawn. In the end he found comfort with Tom and Harry. And Tom took full advantage of that. Harry was fond of both men as they were both a constant in his life. Severus had even begun to teach the boy controlled magic and other pre-Hogwarts studies.

Tom closed the door. His room was safely down the hall, and included silencing spells. Severus had just come home from Hogwarts and would be pleased to know that they had a bit of alone time before dinner. After all, that was as least three hours away.

Tom's smile changed to a smirk as he made his way to the study in search of Severus. It would be wonderful to have dessert before dinner tonight.