Voldemort raised Harry as his weapon. Dark Prince Harry killed people when he was too young to understand it. As Harry grew older, he realized what mistakes he had made, but there was no magic to revive the dead. Harry could never forgive himself, and he decided to do all he could to atone for his sins. He had to stop the war.

But what was he to do with an already immortal Dark Lord? And what's Voldemort's nefarious plan for Harry?

Not a typical Harrymort story, it's more about characters and mental growth than relationship. This story pushed Harry into the abyss, but the radiant soul shone within the depths.

Child Abuse, Tortured Harry, Depressive Harry, Guilty Harry.

VERY HURT HARRY, both mentally and physically, you're warned.

Smart Harry, Powerful Harry, both magically and mentally.

Smart and immortal Voldemort, for real.

Plots and Adventure, Science and Occultism, Sociology and Philosophy.

Lily & James survived, no bashing the Light side.

Chinese Translation: s/14206909

Chapter 1. A Fateful Encounter

On the evening of Christmas Day in that year, snowflakes fell from the gloomy sky. It had been snowing for two days. Houses, treetops, and every corner of the street were covered in a layer of silver-white. There were fewer pedestrians on the road. In this kind of weather, and with the Christmas holiday, people preferred to stay warm inside with their families. Warm lights shone through the windows of houses along the street, and the shiny pieces on the holly wreaths hanging on the window frames sparkled.

A ragged, black-haired boy about four or five years old passed by the windowsill. He was particularly thin and weak, not even as tall as the windowsill. The child wrapped his thin clothes tightly around himself, even barefoot, leaving a string of footprints in the snow. He rummaged through the trash cans outside the houses, trying to find some cold, hard bread or anything else he could eat, but after half an hour of searching, he found nothing. There was disappointment in his bright green eyes, but he had to leave.

That night was Christmas Eve, and the snow fell even heavier. People often say that a white Christmas brings good luck, but the homeless child did not know these stories. He only knew that snow would make it very cold. He crawled into a dark alley and huddled in the corner, relying on the high walls around him to block some of the cold wind. As the temperature dropped sharply at night, he hugged himself into a ball, his body trembling uncontrollably, almost frozen, and his fingers seemed out of his control. His survival instinct was screaming at him, telling him that he couldn't go on like this, he might die. He was familiar with this kind of feeling of dying, he had experienced it several times before. But...his body was frozen, and he couldn't move, even without the strength to shiver.

He seemed to be dreaming, dreaming that his parents finally came to save him, dreaming that his uncle no longer called him a freak, dreaming that those adults no longer hit and hurt him, dreaming...

He dreamt that a tall man wearing a hooded cloak appeared in front of him. Beside him was...a large snake?

Then he heard the man speaking to him. "Harry Potter..."

Little Harry blinked, trying to shake off the drowsiness, and looked up. "Do you...know me?" His voice was weak and barely audible, but the man heard him.

"I know your parents," The man in the cloak smirked, "for a long time."

"Are you here to save me?" The flame of hope in Harry's heart burned fiercely, tearing through the entire icy night. Please, save me!

The man replied with a hint of malicious humor, "I'm here to kill you."

"..." Harry stood frozen in place, the fire of hope in his eyes doused like a bucket of cold water, leaving only a cold night. He didn't understand why, why everyone hated him... Uncle Vernon's rough roar sounded in his ears, "You're a disgusting little freak, you shouldn't even exist! Even your monster parents hated you!" He was probably right.

"Okay... go ahead." Harry lowered his head and hugged himself. His remaining strength and consciousness even found it a bit ridiculous. Wasn't he supposed to freeze to death anyway... why bother coming all this way just to kill him?

"Ha... good boy." The man played with a stick in his hand, looked at little Harry, paused for a moment, then pointed the stick at Harry and uttered the deadly curse, "Avada Kedavra."

A dazzling green light, and then Harry's world plunged into darkness.

The Killing Curse accurately hit the boy's forehead, and the small body fell to the ground in the impact of the curse.

Lord Voldemort had successfully dealt with his destiny's only enemy who could stop him according to the prophecy, and he was about to walk towards his immortality. He retrieved his wand into the pocket of his cloak and had no intention of staying any longer, "Let's go, Nagini."

However, the giant snake shook its tail and swam over to Harry's body, extending its tongue to probe, "Wait, master, he's still alive, and still breathing."

"What? Impossible." Voldemort's Killing Curse never missed its mark, and he was quite confident about it. He suddenly turned around, took a few steps towards the child, and checked the breathing to prove that Nagini was mistaken.

Although the child's breathing was very weak, almost non-existent, it was indeed... still there.

Voldemort pondered silently, squinted his eyes, and looked at the child who seemed lifeless and corpse-like. He didn't understand why the Killing Curse suddenly failed, then he remembered the prophecy, "Hmph, destiny..."

"Should I bite him to death?" Nagini took the opportunity to suggest a friendly solution.

"No need." Voldemort decisively rejected it. He had to personally hunt his prey. His mind turned and turned again, if the Killing Curse failed, there must be another way. After all, killing a child was too easy, and he was not worried that a five-year-old child could threaten him. He was more interested in why the Killing Curse had failed. The green light left a lightning-shaped scar on the child's forehead, which was not any known way to block the Killing Curse. He wanted to study the principle of it. "Let's take him back."

"Yay, I like this kid~" Madame Snake also seemed happy.

"Like? As a pet or as food?" Voldemort raised an eyebrow.

The giant snake thought for a moment, "Both."

Lord Voldemort picked up the unconscious Harry from the snow, and disappeared into the night with the snake, with his cloak corner swirling. The dark alley returned to silence, and the footprints on the snow miraculously disappeared, as if they had never been here.

Harry hadn't opened his eyes yet, but he felt so comfortable, warm, and soft. Was he in heaven?

The child enjoyed this warmth and comfort, lying quietly for a while before opening his eyes. Before him was a dark green bed canopy with silver thread embroidered in a serpent pattern that flowed. The room was beautiful, and Harry had seen many beautiful houses before when he had to visit adults who would hurt him, but this one seemed different from others. It looked... scary, and he had an instinctive feeling of unease that this place was dangerous and he wanted to escape, but the bed was too soft and comfortable that he wished he could sleep here forever. Little Harry was confused by his contradictory feelings, unable to figure out what was going on.

"Oh, he's awake," a female voice said.

Harry turned to the voice and saw the big snake. Wait... it wasn't a dream after all? Hold on - "Why are you talking? Do snakes... speak?" he had never heard of such a thing. He thought only humans could speak.

"Hey? I should be asking you that. Why do you speak our language?" Nagini was also a bit surprised. "The master said only he can talk to me in this world. Oh, I have to go tell him that you're awake."

"Your language?" Harry was puzzled. As Nagini was about to leave through the crack in the door, he chased after her with more questions, "And... am I... still alive?" If this was death, it was too strange. He felt exactly the same as when he was alive.

"Yes, you're alive. The killing curse from the master didn't work. He said he wanted to figure out why the curse didn't work and then kill you. I'll go find him and tell him you're awake," Nagini replied cheerfully and left. Her huge body disappeared around the door.

"Um..." Harry wondered if he should run away.

Harry woke up after a nap, feeling much more energetic and no longer cold. He quickly got out of the warm bed, and his clothes were still as worn and ragged as before, unchanged. There was no one else in the room, and the snake was gone. It was a chance to escape. He had experience with running away before, having successfully escaped from people who almost killed him before he could wander on the streets.

He cautiously stepped out of the door, and there was a long, dark corridor in front of him. Then he heard a voice beside him sneer, "Stupid boy, running out recklessly, not knowing what's waiting for him outside."

Harry was startled by the voice and turned to see a stone-carved snake pattern. He blinked in disbelief. It was one thing for snakes to talk, but how could stones speak? At least... he wasn't caught, right? So he ran out boldly.

Later, when he was chased by a group of stone snakes, he felt that he shouldn't be so sure. Everything here was too strange. "Don't chase me!" Harry shouted instinctively.

The stone snakes had actually slowed down, and seemed confused, looking at each other. Harry heard them talking in their language, "The command in Parseltongue should be followed, right?"

"This isn't an order from the castle's owner."

"But it's Parseltongue?"

"Doesn't matter, he's not the owner."

So the group of snakes chased after Harry again. Being just a small child, Harry's running speed was limited and he couldn't escape. Soon he was surrounded by the group of snakes. The stone snakes hissed and threatened, standing up on their tails and slowly closing in on him.

"Why are you chasing me?" Harry tried to negotiate with them.

"It's the castle guard's duty to eliminate all intruders," one small snake replied.

"I'm not an intruder, I just want to get out!" Harry was really innocent. He didn't want to come here in the first place.

"You can't escape either. There's no exit in the castle. All strangers who come in must die," a big snake said proudly. "No one can leave this castle alive."

Harry thought quickly, "Your owner, the one wearing a black robe? He brought me in."

The snakes whispered to each other, and Harry was trying to figure out how to negotiate with them. Then another hissing voice came from behind, "Is this how the snake group guards the castle?" The corridor seemed to be shaking, and the stone snakes moved away. Suddenly, a huge stone fell from above.

Harry looked up, but it was too late to dodge. It was another trap. When he realized this, the shadow of death had already enveloped his small body.

Then the stone stopped in mid-air.

Harry's heart was still pounding, and in the dust from the falling stone, he saw the figure, the person in the black robe had come.

The snake group respectfully nodded to the person and then retreated to the sides. The boulder rose again and disappeared into the ceiling. The person approached, and now the tall figure cast a shadow over Harry.

Harry timidly spoke up, "I'm...I'm sorry...I..."

But before Harry could finish speaking, a red light hit him. Then the terrible, hellish pain swept over his body. Harry had really experienced a lot of pain before, even bleeding and dying, but none of them were as painful as this... far from it. Harry screamed in agony. Some people he had encountered before didn't like him screaming too loud, and when he was in pain, they asked him to endure it without making a sound. Harry had a strong endurance, but this... he couldn't resist it at all. Harry wished he could pass out quickly, die, anything to escape from this pain.

He didn't know how long it had been, probably not long, but in Harry's perception, it felt like a year of endless agony. The pain finally faded, leaving only a faint ache as a long-lasting aftertaste.

"If you are not obedient, you will pay the price." Voldemort looked playfully at the panting Harry struggling to get up. "So, you better understand the situation and be a good boy, Harry, we can save some trouble."

"I'm sorry, I... I know I was wrong. I'll be obedient," Harry said quickly as he regained his breath. Actually, thinking about it, the person in front of him had saved his life twice, even though he said he wanted to kill him. How could he not listen and want to escape? And if he did escape, where could he go, back to that snowy night and freeze to death... Harry lowered his eyes and said softly, "Also, thank you for saving me."