AN: This fic ignores DH and HBP but still takes place during Harry's 7th year. Be advised: A lot of OoCness ahead. This chapter has been rewritten so it works with the next few chapters. If you have read it before please reread.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
The Claiming: Found
Lost and Found
"Boy!" Aunt Petunia called a week before Harry's seventeenth birthday. "Come here!"
"Yes, Aunt Petunia." Harry replied in a dull monotone as he stood up, wincing in the pain leftover from Vernon's last 'lesson'.
"Well come on boy! I am going shopping in London and I need your help." Petunia said as he walked into the kitchen.
"Yes, Aunt Petunia." Harry responded not quite knowing why she needed his help but following her out of the house never the less.
"Boy!" Petunia said getting Harry's attention as she pulled over to the side of the road and stopped.
"Yes, Aunt Petunia?" Harry asked from the backseat wondering way they were stopping on a small out of the way, dirty street.
"Get out!" She replied sharply. "And I never want to see your good-for-nothing, freakish self ever again! You got that!"
Finally understanding that the Dursleys were getting rid of him before he turned 17 and could legally use magic to defend himself against their abuse Harry got out of the car quickly, as soon as the door was shut Petunia drove away so fast that her tires screeched as she pulled away from the curb.
'This is just great. At least I have my wand.' He thought sarcastically, as he headed towards the Leaky Calderon putting on his invisibility cloak before walking though the quiet tavern and into Diagon Alley.
"Harry Potter!" a goblin exclaimed when he took his invisibility cloak off in Gringotts.
"I presume you are here to make a withdraw?" the goblin asked, greedy eyes not leaving the invisibility cloak as Harry stuffed it back into his pocket.
"Yes." Harry replied his dull voice still a monotone.
"This way then…" Said the goblin leading him though a door and into a waiting cart.
The journey to his vault was fast and Harry quickly swept some money from it into a bag before closing the vault and returning to the cart.
Harry's eyes widened in fear when he saw the man standing just inside the entrance to Diagon Alley blocking his way back into the Leaky Caldron where he was intending to spend the night. "Oh, no." he said taking in the raven-haired person with a felling of apprehension growing in his stomach.
Tom Marvolo Riddle also known as Lord Voldemort heard this and whipped around looking exactly at the place where Harry stood under his invisibility cloak.
Harry began to panic as Voldemort reached out to yank his cloak off him and he stepped back. But his foot stepped on the edge of the cloak tripping him as well as pulling the cloak off.
"Oh shit." Harry said as Voldemort stared at him.
Voldemort reached down and pulled him up dragging him between two shops before he could make a scene.
"Are you going to kill me?" Harry asked as his headache that he hadn't noticed he had before grew.
"Are you going to tell everyone who I am and cause a scene?" Tom shot back.
"Will you not kill me or anyone else if I don't?" Harry asked a little confused.
"Dark lords need to relax sometimes to you know." Tom said before adding arrogantly. "Besides I don't want my death eaters to know that I have recovered my good-looks yet."
"Alright." Harry responded still dubious, but preferring to make a deal with the devil then tell everyone that Lord Voldemort was among them and cause sheer panic that will only result in the loss of many innocent lives. "I won't start shouting who you are to anyone so long as you don't start killing people."
"Good" Tom smirked.
"What are you doing here anyway?" Harry asked.
"Hiding from stupid death eaters. How did you get out of your Aunt and Uncle's house? The wards around that place not only prevent me from getting in but it Dumbles added a ward that keeps you from running away about three or four years ago."
"Oh that reassures my faith in him." Harry retorted sarcastically having become aware of the fact that Dumbledore was just as bad if not worse than Voldemort. "Aunt petunia brought me to London to go 'shopping' and left me here"
"There not stupid!" Harry retorted
"How can you still defend them after they kicked you out?" Tom said "Never mind don't answer that."
AN: Sorry it took so long to get this rewritten, but it is longer I think. That 's a plus, right? The next chapter will be up as soon as I can find it… murmurs something about the disadvantages of rebuilding one's computer
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