Summary: Bellatrix and Rodolphus LeStrange save Harry Potter from his highly abusive relatives when their nephew Draco Malfoy runs in and tells them he got a letter from Harry, who is going to die if he isn't saved soon. The LeStrange Family ends up adopting Harry as theirs. The Dark Lord finds out and doesn't actually kill Harry; instead, Voldemort changes and becomes Tom Riddle once more. Set after Harry's fifth year, so Sirius is dead…or so you think. Eventual Harry/Tom Riddle.

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor do I make any money off of this story. Dang!

Pairing: Eventual HarryPotter/TomRiddle, Rabastan/Rodolphus, Bellatrix/Luna maybe more? depends on you guys (All pairings are put in Sub/Dom format, just to let you know)

A/N: So guys, new chapter. I hadn't gotten everything in last chapter that I wanted to. BUT, it will be in this chapter. Here you will find out why Bella is insane, what exactly has happened to Harry (some things will be discussed in depth in later chapters, but this will have the main things and why no one noticed all his scars), and a special appearance by our beloved Dark Lord! Yes, you heard me, Voldie will be making his debut appearance! Yay! But he is still a Dark Lord at this time, not sane yet. So, without further typing, let's begin lovelies!

bold- letters/newspapers ::thoughts:: spells flashbacks ~parseltongue~

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"What do we have here? A trespassing voyeur? Tisk, tisk Potter, don't you know better than to poke your nose where it doesn't belong?" Rodolphus scolds.

"I—I was ju-just….." Harry trails off at the heated look Rabastan throws over his shoulder.

"Now Rod, this is no way to treat our guest. If anything, we should have invited him to join us. And yes Harry, we knew you were there the whole time. I have a slight thing with voyeurism—I enjoy being watched. I'm glad it was you though, and not Bella; she would have us castrated before we had a chance to start!"

"Er, yea, well…I did-didn't mean to..intrude on your, er, private time?" Harry says, but it comes out as more of a question.

"Oh no Harry, you didn't intrude. In fact, you may join us if you want." Rod says, eyes shining in mirth.

"Er, no. I don't want to j-join you. I'm just going to….go." With that said, Harry turns and bolts out the door.

"I hope he doesn't think we are strange." The younger man says as he lays down next to his brother, eyes drooping in sleepiness.

"It's Lestrange, brother dear. How can you forget your own name?" Rod teases as he pulls the covers over their naked bodies.

"Shut the fuck up Rod. I'm tired." Bast snuggles closer to his brother. "I love you Rod. I don't know what I would do without you." His eyes close as he succumbs to sleep; Rod stares at him.

"I love you too Bast. I'd die without you here with me." He whispers before closing his eyes.

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"Good morning. How are you feeling Harry?" Narcissa asks as she walks into the nearly empty Family Dining Room. Said young man startles when he hears the question, his back had been turned to the door.

"I—I'm fine. But, er, why haven't you, well…tortured or killed me yet?" Harry asks hesitantly, worried that he is going to be cursed as soon as he lets his guard down.

"I would never do that Harry! It would go against my Vow I made and against my personal vow to never attack children. I helped to heal you last night, I would never do that and then torture you, which would undo what I spent hours fixing. No, Harry, you have no need to fear any of us in this Manor. We are all here to help you, to get you better." Her kind face and soft voice make Harry feel safe, but these are supposed to be his enemies; he can't change years of thinking in a few hours.

"You..you helped heal me?"

"Yes Harry. I am a certified Healer, although I don't need to work; I do keep busy though, healing our side during this war."

"I didn't know you were a Healer. I just..well..I just thought you were an air-headed pureblooded witch who just spent money frivolously and had parties all day." Harry says sheepishly, afraid she will be upset with him. Instead, she throws back her head and laughs.

"Oh Harry. There are some pureblood witches who do that, but I don't have parties all day and I don't spend money unless it's for something important, such as my son."

"Yes, Cissa spends all kinds of money on little Draco. Poor lad is so spoiled, it's no wonder he acts the way he does." Rabastan says as he walks in. Harry blushes seeing him and his brother walk in; Cissa narrows her eyes at the brothers, wondering what they did to the boy.

"I thought Mister Malfoy was the one who spoiled Draco?" Harry asks, confused; he always thought Draco was more of a Daddy's boy.

"Father does spoil me, as does Mother. Really, it's a win-win situation for me. How are you doing Harry?" Draco flounces into the room, cementing the idea that he is spoiled.

"Ugh, I'm fine Malfoy…Why do you care?" He wonders, on edge since they have always been rivals.

"Please, it's Draco. We are going to be best friends after all."

"Uhh…." Harry's voice just stops, overwhelmed with the whole situation.

"Look at that, Draco. You broke the Savior. Now who—" Rodolphus starts to joke but gets interrupted by a certain insane raven-haired woman.

"HARRY POTTER! In MY house?! How did you get in here? My Lord will be so pleased that you are here!" She shouts in glee, her wand touching the Dark Mark on her left forearm.

"NO! Bella!" Cissa cries, trying to stop her deranged sister. But, it's too late; the call for her Lord went out, now they can do nothing but wait for him to come. They all know that trying to hide from the Dark Lord will only result in death.

A crack echoes in the room. Before them stands the Dark Lord Voldemort, Nagini wrapped around his shoulders. His pale, snake-like visage scares all in the room, causing them to bow so as to not look at his hideous face; the only one left standing is Harry, who is too terrified to do anything but stand there frozen. The blood red, slitted eyes of Voldemort land on Harry, causing the boy to shiver.

"Crucio!" The Dark Lord shouts. Harry screams as he falls to the ground, twitching and convulsing on the floor.

"My Lord! Please, spare the boy. Stop this! PLEASE! I beg you, stop!" Bella shrieks, sanity in her eyes once more. His whole body turns to her, releasing Harry from the curse. Narcissa goes to Harry and quietly inquires how much pain he is in.

"Bella. Thisss iss my enemy. You dare try to ssstop me from killing that which hasss plagued me for yearsss? Are you not my mossst loyal? My mossst vicousss? I would think you would enjoy watching our enemy ssscream in pain." He twirls his wand, watching the woman who dared to interrupt his torture session.

~Master, is this the young one that has been tormenting you for years? He smells like you.~ Nagini hisses at Voldemort, causing him to look at Harry again. The boy sits on the floor, still shaking slightly, and cowers in fear as Voldemort glides close to him.

~He smells like me Nagini? How can that be?~

~Well, like those other things smelled like you Master. That's what he smells like.~

~What do you—Wait. Like the diary and locket smelled like?~

~Yes Master, that's what he smells like. I've told you that three times already.~ Nagini hisses the last sentence softly, annoyed that her human hadn't been paying attention to what she was telling him.

"Well well Potter. Ssseemss like you are very preciousss. I can't leave you to run around anymore. I wonder, did he know, did he ever tell you?" The Dark Lord muses as he stares at Harry's scar, seeing it in a different light. ::Hmm….the Potter brat smells like my other Horcruxes, if Nagini is to be believed. Although, I have no reason to doubt my dear familiar. So it seems that I have yet another Horcrux, one that no one knows about. Dumbledore, yes, he may suspect..I will just keep the boy away from him! The boy will look wonderful in my dungeons!::

"My Lord?" Rodolphus hesitantly asks, wanting to ask what the Dark Lord is thinking about but not wanting to face his Crucio.

"Hush, Rod, don't bother our Lord when he is clearly thinking about something important!" Rabastan fiercely whispers, not wanting his brother to get cursed for being an idiot.

"I would listen to your brother Rodolphus. I'm not in the mood to deal with your idiocy today." The Dark Lord remarks casually, still staring at Harry.

Harry sits and allows Voldemort to stare at him, not wanting to move lest that set the madman off. He can see the blood-red eyes narrow at some thought, eyebrows drawing down in confused anger; although, he doesn't really have eyebrows. He is completely hairless on his head. His eyes are a dark blood-red with slitted pupils, like a snake. He has no nose, just two diagonal slits that serve as nostrils where his nose should be. There are no 'lips', per say, on the man, only thin ribbons of slightly less pale skin surrounding his mouth; they are pathetically thin, almost non-existent. ::I wonder if you could feel his lips if you were to kiss him? Bloody hell! Am I seriously thinking about kissing the snake-faced, insane Dark Lord Voldemort!? What the fuck is wrong with my mind? His lips aren't even really there! I bet there isn't enough there to properly kiss. To bite and lick and suck and…FUCK! Stop it Harry! Stop thinking about this! Oh Merlin, he's a Legilimens. He can read my mind! I'm screwed! Hopefully literally too. Damn it! Stop! Well, the Lestrange brothers are quite hot and they didn't seem to mind when I watched them last night, so maybe they would let me join?:: Harry mentally questions, not paying attention to the fact that the Dark Lord is looking pissed; he was, apparently, reading Harry's mind and he did not like some of what he saw.

"Tell me Narcissssa, how bad were hiss injuriesss lasst night?"

"My Lord? There was a word carved into his back, he had bruising all over, and he had suffered severe blood lose because of the word that was carved into his back. That was all I could find." She hesitantly answers, wondering why her Lord would care so much about the injuries; they were bad yes, but nothing she and Severus couldn't fix—which they did, perfectly.

"Becaussse he hass ssuffered many more injuriesss than the few you found. Who helped you? I know you couldn't have done it without a potionss massster's help." He turns his snake-like eyes to her, causing shivers to race down her spine.

"My Lord, please, I couldn't have done it without his help. Do not harm him, I beg you. Severus was forced to come help me." Narcissa pleads, even though it is supposedly above Malfoys; she doesn't want her best friend to be hurt.

"Ah, sso it wass Sseverusss that helped you. Do not fear, I will not harm him. He hass done me a great sservice by helping young Potter." Voldemort looks at Harry one last time, before leaving the manor the same way he entered—the Dark Lord has some things he needs to do.

"What? Why didn't he kill me? He's wanted me dead since I was one! He even Crucioed me! Why didn't he just AK me and get it over with? Is he just going to play with me before finally killing me?!" Harry questions, freaking out over the fact that the Dark Lord didn't kill him when he had the perfect chance.

"Would you rather he kill you child?" Bella asks rhetorically. "Be thankful that you were not under his wand longer, he was being merciful in letting you free of his curse when he turned to me. He could have continued the curse. Now, who wants breakfast?"

"Bella? Are you serious?" Rod looks at his wife incredulously, thinking her truly insane for acting as if the morning was a normal, every day occurrence.

Harry winces when Rod asks that question, the death of Sirius just too much for him to think about right now. He needs to figure out how his life became this weird circus. The last thing he remembers is sending off a letter to someone who might be able to do something about the crap that Dumblefuck has done and has let be done to him over the years. He just gave the letter to Hedwig and then dragged himself into his cupboard to die in peace. Then, he woke up in a strange bed in a strange place at three in the bloody morning and was wondering around until he accidentally saw the Lestrange brothers having sex; he ran away after having an awkward conversation with the two men. He finally wandered down to the giant dining room and was just sitting there in absolute silence, thinking about what had happened recently. He didn't pay any attention to the time, otherwise he would have been prepared when Narcissa walked into the dining room for breakfast at seven in the morning. Now, he has a Dark Lord that might not want to kill him and a crazy Bellatrix Lestrange that keeps wanting to alternately help and hurt him; not to mention Draco bloody Malfoy wants to be his friend! ::Why does this always happen to me?!::

"I am completely serious, Rodolphus. I am hungry, so I am going to have breakfast. Anyone who is also hungry may join me. Harry? You were up first. Did you have anything to eat?" Bella asks, concerned for the boy who is much too small for his age.

"What I want to know is did you get any more sleep after…well..you know." Rabastan questions. All those not involved stare at him in curiosity.

"What did you two do this time?" Narcissa narrows her eyes at the mischievous brothers.

"Well…you know that last night we were plotting on different ways to ki—hurt those that have hurt Harry?" At Cissa's nod, Rod continues his explanation. "Well. Er. Bast and I were plotting for several hours, into the early morning, but, erm…I was kind of..rowdy..and we went back to our rooms for some..quality time together. And, well, Harry might have..possibly..kind of..walked in on us…." Rod's voice trails off at the looks he is receiving from the two women.

"You're telling me that Harry walked in on the two of you having sex early this morning? And you didn't think to use any kind of silencing wards or locking charms? Really?! And you call yourselves Death Eaters!" Cissa reprimands the older men.

"I-it was my fault Mrs. Malfoy. I-I woke up and wa-was wondering around the place, even though I didn't know where I was. I-I guess I should have stayed in my room. I was ju-just curious and didn't think. I heard a noise and thought that so-someone could have been in trouble and I-I just rushed in to help them. I-I'm re-really so-so-sorry that I in-intruded on you. I sh-shouldn't have done that. Pl-please, i-it won't happen again." Harry stutters, afraid that they will punish him for what he did. He bows his head, hunches his shoulders, and tries to just make himself as small as possible; he knows that sometimes he wouldn't get as severe a punishment from the Dursleys if he made himself small enough to escape their notice, and he just hopes it works now.

Draco watches what is going on in a curious horror. He has never seen the Gryffindor Golden Boy act like this! He's acting…meek! He seems to be trying to curl into himself. ::What happened in that house? I might be able to guess, but this seems to point at it being worse than I first thought!:: Draco can't help but feel bad for what Harry had to go through. He wants to help him feel better, but they aren't friends and Harry might not want to be his friend; after all, he did reject his hand in first year.

"Harry. No one is going to hurt you. You heard the Dark Lord, you are precious to him for whatever reason. No one will dare lay a hand on you." Draco says to the trembling boy. He cautiously moves closer to Harry, wanting to help the smaller boy. Harry doesn't seem to notice him moving closer.

"Draco! Don't—" Cissa starts to warn her sometimes idiotic son.

Harry has finally noticed Draco standing really close to him. He snaps his head up to stare at Draco with wide eyes. His magic whips out of his body and lashes Draco across the chest, drawing blood but not much. The blonde boy winces but moves even closer to Harry, whose magic lashes out again and hits Draco in the chest two more times, although with less intensity that the first time.

"Draco!" Cissa cries out in distress for her son. Bella grabs her before she can go to her son.

"I'm fine Mother. Nothing too serious. Stay over there! I'm fine. Besides, we are here to help Harry. Harry, listen to me. It's Draco. I'm not going to hurt you; I want to help. Please, I know you don't really want to hurt me. Let me help, Harry." Draco murmurs quietly so as to not startle Harry.

Harry's emerald gaze rests heavily on Draco, daring him to make a move—Draco dares. He moves to stand just a scant few inches from Harry, who is currently terrified out of his mind—literally. Draco slowly moves his arms, keeping them in Harry's sight, to wrap them around Harry's midsection in a somewhat awkward hug. The raven haired boy stiffens in his arms for several long, tense moments until, finally, the tension drains from Harry. Draco just keeps ahold of Harry as he starts sobbing desperately and clinging to his robes; the blonde rubs up and down Harry's back, but being careful because of the recently healed wounds.

"I-I'm s-sorry. I-I ju-just—" Harry shakily apologizes as he continues crying.

"Oh hush Harry. It's fine. Cry all you want. I'll still be here. After all, that's what friends are for right?" Draco mutters lowly.

"Y-y-you want to be my friend? Even..even knowing some of the things that happened to me? Even knowing that I'm…impure?" Harry asks, eyes gazing up at Draco with tears shining in their depths.

"Of course Harry. Even though you didn't want to be my friend, I still wanted to be your friend. And I figured if I couldn't be your friend, I would be your nemesis; that way, you would be forced to have you attention on me."

"Oh…. I'm sorry Draco. I never should have denied your friendship. Sometimes I think that I made the biggest mistake of my life that day; not only when I didn't take your hand, but also when I told the Sorting Hat to put me in Gryffindor instead of Slytherin."

"You argued with the Sorting Hat, which put you into the house of lions? Why did you not want to be in Slytherin?" Severus asks from the doorway, where he heard the tale end of what Harry was saying.

"Oh, well you see sir, I did it because of several reasons. One is that Hagrid and Ron, my two only friends at the time, told me that only Dark Wizards belong in Slytherin and that the Dark Lord came from there; they said all Slytherins are evil. Another reason is that Draco reminded me of Dudley and I didn't want to be stuck in the same house as someone who reminded me of Dudley." Harry answers quietly, not looking at Snape.

"Harry? Would you please tell me why you keep refraining from looking me in the eye?" Severus asks, worried about what this may mean.

"Well sir, I know you are a Legilimens and I don't think you want to see what's in my mind. Plus, you don't like me, so why would you want me to look at you?" Harry rhetorically asks.

"Harry. I won't invade your mind even if you asked. I'm sorry for giving you those horrible lessons during the year, but Dumbledore made me. I had too, and I'm sorry for doing it. I should have fought harder to stop the lessons. And I never said I didn't like you."

"No sir, but you have hinted at it enough that I know you don't like me." Harry meekly counters.

"I'm sorry Harry. I've done some horrid things to you over the years and I hope someday you forgive me. Part of why I've been so terrible to you is what your dad to me during our Hogwarts years. And because..you survived when your mother didn't. I resented you so much for that. I loved Lily like a sister. She was there for me when I needed her, and I deeply regret the day I turned her against me." Severus says in a hoarse voice, almost as if choking back tears.

"You knew my mum, Professor? Could—could you tell me about her someday? Everyone tells me about my dad, but they don't mention my mum much."

"Of course Harry. I will gladly tell you about you mother." Severus gives a small smile to Harry, who is still being hugged by Draco. As Draco rubs Harry's arms to make him feel better, he notices some parts of Harry's skin that feels…slick and bumpy.

"Harry? Why does it feel like there's something on your arm when I don't see anything?" Draco stares down at the shorter boy in his arms.

Harry blanches. ::I can't tell them! They can't know how bad it its! It's bad enough that Voldemort saw all of what the Dursleys did to me, but I don't want these people to know too! These people who have been so kind to me, but would run in fright if they saw all that has been done to me.::

"Harry?" Narcissa prompts.

"I…. I don't want you to see. You'll hate me and run away if you see." Harry whispers sadly.

"See what Harry?" Bella asks this time.

"See what the Dursleys have done to me."

"I thought you guys healed all the stuff those Muggles did to him?" Bastan snarls at the fact that Harry might still be in pain.

"They only healed what had just been done to me. They've been hurting me for..many, many years. I've been…hiding it from everyone. My magic does it for me, all I have to do is think about the scars disappearing and they do. They are still there, but you can't see them." Harry explains, not wanting Narcissa and Severus to get in trouble.

"Harry, please, just show us all of what they have done to you." Draco pleads with his new friend.

"Fine. Just..promise you won't run for the hills, please?" Harry's eyes burn with a need to be accepted.

"We won't run Harry. None of us will." Rodolphus answers for everyone.

Harry nods. He closes his eyes for focus. ::Okay magic, I need you to show everyone all of the scars the Dursleys gave me. I used to hide them, but they want to see them. Maybe they can help some of them go away for good.:: Harry's magic swirls around him, causing Draco to release him and take two steps back. Before their very eyes, all sorts of scars appear on Harry's arms.

"Harry, could you take your shirt off please? It will allow us to see all of your scars." Narcissa hesitantly asks, not wanting Harry to react in a violent manner.

"Okay." His soft voice answers as his shirt goes over his head and onto the floor. The two women gasp and Draco bends over to vomit onto the floor when they see his chest. Right across his pectorals is the word 'whore'. It had to have been carved deeply to leave that kind of scaring. There are also all kinds of other scars littering his chest and stomach. Some are small and some are huge. There is another, equally disturbing scar on his arm. On his left forearm, covering over half of it, is a huge scar that is shiny; this leads everyone to think it was a severe burn.

"I-I saw when your..uncle..did that to you. I watched as he put the hot pan to your skin. I smelt your skin burning. Oh gods, who could do that to a little five year old?!" Bellatrix hysterically cries out. The insanity in her eyes that had been dormant rushes to the front. Before she can do anything crazy, Severus stuns her.

"Severus!" Narcissa reprimands in a firm voice.

"Did anyone else see that?" The potions master questions as he goes over to look in Bella's stunned eyes.

"I did. I saw it earlier too. What is it Sev?" Draco worries for his aunt.

"I don't quite know yet Draco. I can tell that it isn't natural, whatever it is."

"Could—" Harry starts before everyone looks at him once more. "Could it be a spell or something?"

"Maybe. But who would want to spell Bella insane?" Severus wonders out loud.

"Dumbledore. If Bella was insane, then the Dark Lord would have one less follower who could defeat the Order and evade capture." Harry answers Severus's rhetorical question.

"But, if Dumbledore did that…could he have done it to anyone else?" Narcissa asks, clearly concerned for her previously thought-to-be deranged sister.

"He might have Cissa. And that, is terrifying." Severus gravely answers.

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A/N: Hey guys, sorry this took so long. I've been really busy with some personal things. Like the fact that my birth father wants to meet with me after not seeing me for oh, about 15-16 years. I've just been stressed out, not that it's a good excuse. Plus, my Muse abandoned me half way through this chapter. Anyway, you might have noticed that I put Bella/Luna as a pairing—after much deliberation and discussion (with myself and some helpful readers) I decided I liked Bella/Luna over any other pairings with Bella. Hopefully this chapter answered a few of your questions, and maybe made you think of a few more. Next chapter will have Lucius and what he has been doing during this time, and what our beloved Dark Lord has been doing after he left Lestrange Manor. Reviews are precious to me! iThanks for reading darlings!

~Kistenbabe~ :D