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Journey to Somewhere	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7081 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated with the books/movies and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N - This is a new chapter fic... inspired by music... eventual slash, I'll update warnings as they happen. Characters are OOC.
Prologue (Inspired by the song Take me to Church - Hozier)

Love is a spark that ignites when you least expect it. Sometimes it grows overnight and sometimes it flames into existence one moment. This is the story of the latter. With twists and turns and a seductive darkness that can lead to salvation.

Voldemort paced the stone floor of a room within his manor house. The word was the prophecy pointed to a boy that could end everything he was working towards. He could not let such a thing occur no matter what some of his followers had said. He would find this boy and destroy him and those who protected him. A baby was nothing to his power.

He watched the house with interest. Inside was the family he had heard so much about. The family of the boy who would be his undoing. They had been extolled as a happy and virtuous family. But if what he was witnessing now was any indication, lies abounded on the side of the light. The red haired witch shook the infant violently before putting it down in the crib near the window. He would be saving the boy by putting him out of the misery of this home. He walked with purpose towards the front door. Blasting it open he countered the spell from the Father and sneered as he killed the man. Walking up the stairs he heard whispers that confused him.

“I hate Voldemort more than you… I hope the prophecy is right… but I wish it were not you.” A female voice spoke with such disdain.

He walked into the room to find the redheaded witch standing in front of the crib. He cast a spell to send the woman to the floor and unconscious. He was curious… What could this woman have against this child that was supposed to be hers. He cast into her mind. Voldemort was shocked to the very core of his black heart by what he found there.

“Take the boy Lily.” Albus handed a tiny bundle to the woman. She looked at the tiny bundle and frowned.
“Who's it?” She asked impatiently.
“It doesn’t matter. He was born at the right time for the prophecy under the ritual of blood. He will be the key to killing Voldemort. Take him and hide him until we send his letter.” Albus stated firmly.
“Fine, why us?” She asked.
“Because you don’t care for him and that will build character.” Albus spoke with confident conviction.
“Great.” She spoke sarcastically. She walked over to James and they left.

The scene swirled until visions of their house coalesced.

“Stop it from crying.” James yelled.
“I’m trying, He just won’t quit. This is why we said we didn’t want kids. They never listen. Stop crying boy!” She yelled and the boy started crying louder.
She smacked the baby across the cheek and it stopped briefly before a higher pitched wail began.

Voldemort pulled out and stared at the woman. He just shook his head. He killed for his cause, tortured to get what he needed, but this he would never do. He had lived through such atrocities. This is why he did not believe in love.

The woman stirred and stood. She stood between Voldemort and the baby and made to raise her wand. He cast the killing curse with no regrets.

The room flashed green and then the light died down to nothing. The boy did not cry, at least not out loud. Bright green eyes looked at the older wizard with an innocent stare. Voldemort stood still frozen to the spot, something within him exploded when he met the eyes of the babe. It was new, and something he did not quite comprehend. He fell to his knees under the weight of that stare. He was there to kill, to ensure his plans would go on. This boy was a threat to those plans, but yet something was not as he had been led to believe.

From deep within he felt the need to confess in this moment, to a baby. Words of everything he had done from Hogwarts to now came spilling out. Regret so sharp pierced him with every deed that fell from his lips. He felt unworthy under the green gaze. His whole plan, his goals, everything he had built his world around was offered up in that moment as a sacrifice to the child.

Then a small hand reached past the bars. In the daze of the moment, Voldemort reached automatically for the tiny hand. One touch and the world shook. A slip of emotion clung to the clasped hands. The world exploded when it finally touched Voldemort. A flash of green eyes, a vision of two men entwined in passion, whispered words and then blackness took the Dark Lord.

“I give you my life.” Voldemort whispered as the magic took him.

The baby sat stoically, staring at the space where the Dark Lord once stood. His scar burned into his forehead. New magic flowed into his veins.

Albus strolled in many hours later to a quiet house, pieces of household items askew. He knelt over the unmoving form of James Potter and sighed. He knew what he would find when he went up the stairs. The blast on the door was dark as if it was scorched. He was surprised when he saw Harry sitting up in the crib. Lily lay dead in front of the crib. He wondered how the boy was still alive. Even stranger was how quiet the baby was. He felt an unnatural stillness of magic in the air. The boy still did not move much even as the older man picked him up. He had to move to the next plan if his project was to survive. Little did he know that every action was being watched by an unseen force.

Voldemort moved unseen with the older man as he walked out of the house. He lived inside the boy. He was weak, and he felt a part of himself was floating elsewhere, but he did not know what to do about that now. All he could do was watch and absorb everything that was happening to Harry. He felt protective of his newfound host. As they traveled, he pondered what had happened. He knew little of the boy’s heritage from what he saw in Lily’s mind. He would have to one day see from Albus.

It was unexpected this attachment. He had never felt so much in his life. The boy had opened him up to new emotions. Regret was never something he had ever felt for his actions. His actions had been just in his own eyes, the muggles were the heart of his pain, and muggle borns were just as guilty in his eyes. But in the eyes of this child, he felt a need so strong to prove himself. He had to wait, to see where this driving need would lead him.

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