A Different Life

Summary: What if Voldemort was Harry's real father, and that on Harry's birthday Voldemort came to claim what is his? How will the child of a Dark Lord ever blend in normally? Well, maybe he doesn't even try to…

Spoilers: Um, close to none. You need to know what Horcruxes is, and the Chamber of Secrets. If I come up with something else, you will know.

Pairings: Right now, they are way too small to be in love. But this will not be a Harry/Hermione fic or any Harry with a girl fic. Probably a slash, which means Harry will be with a guy. But we'll see.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They belong rightfully to Mrs Rowling; I just borrow them for the time being.

Other notes: I have changed Hermione totally. She will be a pureblood witch with a love for Dark Arts and the urge to hurt Muggles since she was treated badly at the Muggle orphanage she was raised in. Harry will also not be known as Harry, but as Erus Sicarius Salazar Riddle. Oh by the way, Lily Evans is a pureblood as well.

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UPDATED: 2010-09-10

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Prologue

Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known to the rest of the magical world as the Dark Lord Voldemort, kneeled down by the crib and looked at the child within. The child was looking up at him with big innocent green eyes. He smiled and scooped up the infant. He tickled its' stomach and the baby giggled.

"Erus," Voldemort said aloud and to his surprise the child turned its' eyes to him. "Yes… Erus will be your new name. Do you like it?"

Harry, or rather Erus from now on, tilted his head and giggled again. He gripped the dark wizard's robes and burrowed in within the folds of the fabric. Voldemort ran a long finger along Erus' cheek and murmured softly:

"My child… to think she tried to hide you, yet this happened. Foolish, she was sometimes so utterly foolish, Erus, your mother that I can scarcely believe it."

He turned around and stepped over the dead body of Lily Potter. He did not look at her once. He walked down the stairs and looked at the living room that he had destroyed in his anger. James Potter was still alive, even though he was losing blood rapidly from his many wounds. He was unconscious. The Dark Lord narrowed his eyes, thinking for a little while. Then he shrugged and left the man to find his wife dead and his 'child' gone. Or rather dead since Voldemort had left a big pool of blood in the crib for show. He did not want anyone to know that Harry James Potter and Erus were linked in any way.

Said child giggled as he saw the dying man lying on the floor. Voldemort stopped and stared at his child in a bit of a shock. Then he blinked and a smile began to form. This was too good to be true. He needed to check, just to see if it was true what he had seen.

"Do you like that?" Voldemort cooed at the child, who looked at him with shining eyes. "Oh, you make a perfect heir to me, little one."

He was grinning like a madman now. His child was witnessing a dying man and seemed to enjoy it. By all looks, it seemed like Erus was exactly like his father. He disappeared through the door and left behind a destroyed house, a dead mother and her dying husband. His two closest servants, no not servants but friends, Severus Snape and Lucius Malfoy, were waiting for him. They saw him come and smiled. He was practically vibrating with happiness, an emotion new for him but would not be used for the last time. It was indeed a bit strange to see a man like Voldemort smile and tickling a small child, but the two Death Eaters would get use to it.

The two friends of the Potter pair, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin came to the house only a little while later with the great wizard Albus Dumbledore and found James still alive. But Lily was dead. They also found the traitor, Peter Pettigrew, who unsuccessfully had tried to find Voldemort but had been killed by Severus and Lucius before he could reach the Dark Lord.

And the child of the Potter pair, Harry James Potter, was believed to be dead.

Oh, they were wrong…

Tbc…

Alright, really really short prologue. I just want to know what people like of it. Review to little me, please? You just need to say if you like it or not. I don't want to write something that no one will read. Just tell me and I'll be happy for the rest of the day! I love reviews, and those who review to me.

Ja,

Tiro