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The Dark Lord and the orphan	By : Meinouda Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 16047 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Disclaimer: I do not own anything of the Harry Potter world!

I promised some warnings but I have to say that I haven't yet gotten to that part...chapter eight will also have no warnings, but chapter nine will! Eight is already written, but I need to check it and edit a little bit...

So no warnings!

And yes! The quote was from captain Jack Sparrow! Three guesses who said these famous words:

No, I am extraordinary, but the wand... it resists me - normal speech

No, I am extraordinary, but the wand... it resists me - parsletongue * (see bottom)

Chapter seven

The boy who lived

Harry watched the Lord by the fireplace. He didn't have much time left, but he wanted to find Hermione and Ron before leaving. Harry and Voldemort weren't in the Great Hall anymore, and Harry hadn't had a chance to say goodbye. Now, he didn't dare to go very far from the headmistress office he was standing in now. He sighed and wrapped his arms around his body. Would they be angry if he just left? Would they even notice?

"Go and find them, ten minutes." The Lord said. Harry looked up, smiled and ran down the stairs. The Lord always seemed to sense what Harry was thinking about.

The hallway was empty, although Harry had hoped that his friends would be here. They had known he was at the headmistress office.

A little screech, a noise he had never heard before, made him look at a window. Not that it was a window, it was more of a hole in the wall. A beautiful white owl was sitting there, her piercing yellow eyes on Harry.

"Hello there!" Harry took some steps closer and was surprised to see that the owl stayed where she was.

"I'm Harry. You are pretty." The owl straightened her head, as if she knew she was pretty. Harry frowned a little.

"Are you Hedwig?" The owl made a funny noise. Harry sighed, he had hoped that she didn't belong to anyone. Yet this was that saviorboy's owl.

"Hedwig it is. I always wanted to have a pet. Voldemort has Nagini…Maybe I can get an owl. I don't think he'll like a cat…" Hedwig hooted and Harry lifted his hand to pet her on the head. The owl let him.

"How did Neville lose you? If you were mine, I wouldn't let you get in any danger. I would always know where you were at any time." The owl looked at him with intelligent eyes. Her head snapped to the end of the hallway, as if she had heard something. Harry followed her gaze.

It was a young boy, blond with fierce blue eyes. It wasn't hard to know whose son that was. The boy strutted forward with an arrogance on him that made Harry smile. Yes, definitely Draco Malfoy.

"You are petting the owl of Neville Longbottom. She's the only thing worthy on him." Harry snorted. He agreed on that one. He felt a little bit ashamed of the fact that he didn't like Neville, even though he hadn't really got a chance to know him yet. The boy just rubbed him the wrong way.

"I am Draco Malfoy. Son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. You must be Harry Potter. My mother wrote about you in her letters."

"Really. It's a pleasure, Draco." The boy, who was bigger than Harry, looked down at him with a haughty expression on his face. Draco Malfoy was slender, thin but also muscled. It was noticeable in his arms and legs. Harry liked slender boys. Draco didn't look feminine, not the way Harry did, but he also didn't look very masculine. He looked like a prince, strong but delicate. The boy lifted his pale hand, which Harry shook.

"Are you waiting for the Lord?"

"For Ron and Hermione, actually."

"Weasel and mudblood? Well, the Lord must be very pleased with your choice of friends." Harry narrowed his eyes.

"You shouldn't call them that way. You're not better than they are."

"Oh but I am. Purebloods, like you and me, are better. Well, not that you are really a pureblood. The Potters were, until that James married a mudblood."

"Don't talk about my parents!" Draco smirked.

"Feisty aren't you." Harry took several steps back.

"You don't know what you're talking about Malfoy. Leave me alone."

"Sure. I'll tell weasel and the mudblood that you left."

"Don't call them that!" Harry yelled. Draco lowered his arms, which he had crossed in front of him, and glared at Harry.

"Do not tell me what to do. You may be warming the Lord his bed, you are still a little squib."

"I thought I was a pureblood." Harry bit out, turning his back to Draco and walking back to the headmistress's office.

"No, you are right. You are no pureblood, once a mudblood in the family, never a pureblood again." Harry balled his fists, turned and took a swing at Malfoy's face. The boy ducked in time, jumping to the side.

"Potter!" Harry stopped and looked over his shoulder. Lord Voldemort didn't look pleased. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry could see that Draco bowed for the Lord. Harry turned and walked to the man.

"Go upstairs, we are leaving." Harry nodded and hurried to do what the man said.

They arrived in the same room Harry had fled to. He arrived fist, Voldemort was second and while Harry was trying to get back on his feet, the Lord brushed some soot from his robe.

"In time you will get it right." The man sounded amused.

"I doubt it." Harry answered. A spell washed over him and he was placed on his feet, no ashes on his body.

"Are you mad?" Harry whispered, knowing full well that he had almost hurt the child of an important follower of the Dark Lord.

"I'd rather you succeed in attacking your opponents than losing. If, and only if, you can control your temper you will succeed in that. No, I'm not mad."

"He just made me angry." Harry said fiercely.

"And besides, don't tell me about control. You just torture anyone who makes you angry." Harry pointed out.

"Yes, but I am a Dark Lord and you are supposed to be my docile little lover." The man turned and walked out of the office, back to their room. Harry followed him with a grin on his face. Docile little lover? Voldemort could have well said 'stupid little brat', the way it had sounded.

Nagini looked up when she smelled her Master and the pet coming in.

"Found pet. Should leash that one." Harry gaped at her.

"Why does she talk? Do all snakes do that?" Voldemort cocked his head to the side and nodded.

"Yes." Nagini looked at him with a strange expression on her face, but she didn't comment. What was her Master up too?

"Now Potter, sit."

"On the floor or on that footstool?" Harry said a little grumpy. Voldemort placed himself in an armchair.

"On a chair, but at the end of this conversation we will see where you would rather sit." Harry frowned at him, not quite understanding what the Lord meant by that.

"Tea?"

"You got any coke?" The Lord looked emotionless.

"Water then." Harry mumbled. A house elf brought their drinks and left again.

"To make this easier, and because I know you are going to nag me if I don't tell you, I will start. When I'm done you will answer every question I have. Understand?" Harry nodded. It wasn't completely fair, but he knew that the Lord was doing him a giant favor. The man leaned back in his chair.

"Before you were born, a prophesy was made about a child that would be able to defeat me. I will not tell you the exact words, I have no doubt that you will hear them very soon." Harry grinned sheepishly.

"That child could either be you, or Neville Longbottom." Harry stared wide eyed at the man.

"But I'm a squib…" Voldemort inclined his head.

"Which is an unfortunate event. You were destined for greatness, alas Neville Longbottom became the prophesized child."

"Why? I mean, before I was born…You didn't know I was a squib so why did you chose him above me?"

"You should thank Severus Snape for that. He asked me to spare your mother, so my first choice was the Longbottom child. I had no intention of killing either of you, though. I would not be a slave to this prophesy. But events forced me to reconsider that option. I went to the Longbottom's house, on the boy's first birthday and found myself lured in a trap. It was a fierce battle, one we almost lost. Both parents died while Longbottom was protected by Dumbledore. I casted the killing curse on the boy…" The Lord stopped, only for a second, but Harry noticed it.

"He survived, the killing curse rebounded to me but I could block it easily. The curse had weakened, and I must admit I am glad it had."

"He survived the killing curse? But even we learn that nobody…"

"Exactly. The boy lived, but I was alive as well. The prophesy, an orb that glowed, stopped glowing. It wasn't fulfilled, but we made it invalid."

"What about me? Neville has a scar…I have one too." Voldemort nodded.

"The prophecy marked you, just as it had done to Longbottom." Harry nodded slowly.

"What happened next?"

"Winning the war after the prophesy was stopped, was easy. People had hoped that Neville would become some sort of hero. Yet he was a baby when I started my reign and when he was ready to even begin his training, I had already taken control over England."

"Where am I in this story?" Harry whispered.

"When you were born, it was obvious you were a squib. Your parents hoped that you would change when growing up, but you didn't. People forgot you as the other prophesized child, but as you may have noticed…Your name still rings some bells." Harry frowned but nodded.

"My parents…at the orphanage they told me that they died at work."

"They did." Harry slumped back in his chair, looking down at his knees. For a little moment he had thought he was special, but this made it even clearer that he really wasn't. He was just a squib.

"You would have killed me, if I hadn't been a squib." He whispered.

"Like I said, I wasn't going to kill either of you. The prophesy was not going to make me kill you. I went to see Neville, when I heard you were a squib and like I said Severus asked for your mother to be left alone. I was ambushed though, at Longbottom's house and I had to fight for my life. But keeping Neville alive has given me more pleasure than seeing him death." The Lord grinned viciously and Harry remembered the glares Hermione and Ron had given the Dark Lord.

"But would you have killed me?" Harry asked again, yet he realized that he already knew the answer. Voldemort looked quite serious when he gazed at Harry.

"The moment you would have posed a threat to me, I would have killed you. Child, or no child." Harry nodded.

"Thank you for telling this. May I…just a minute." He stood and went to the bathroom. Voldemort let him. It was a lot to take in.

Nagini reared her head.

"It's a good thing the boy isn't a snake. He would have smelled your lies easily."

"I didn't lie about the whole thing, it's better if he didn't know the rest."

"Maybe it is. My Lord, a piece of advice…don't let yourself like him too much."

"Nagini?"

"That way, if he finds out the whole truth, it will be easier to kill him if he poses a threat." Voldemort snorted and looked at the snake.

"Have I ever liked anyone so much, that I couldn't kill them?"

"Aside from me, no." Nagini glanced at the door, as if she sensed that the boy was almost finished.

"Then don't worry."

What was the lie and what was the truth? ^^ Hope you enjoyed it! Please review!

Next chapter is called: a decision: it's a bit longer than this one and will be posted soon!

Quote was by Lord Voldemort
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