Chapter One: Poisoned Apple

The day Voldemort saw Harry for the first time, he was inspired. And not only he, the whole school was impressed by the sheer beauty that the boy had. His eyes could look directly in someone's soul, knowing your darkest deepest secret that you want to hide from everyone. His long black hair was smooth and fell over his shoulders gracefully, his skin white as paper and oh... His lips... How kissable they looked. And his body, build like a female model, thin and perfect. He was basically the male version of Snow White, a Muggle fairytail. A stupid one, in his eyes. But this boy perfectly has the same facial characteristics that were used in the tale. Skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony. Oh, how he wanted to have this boy in his grasp, making him one of his possessions, his biggest treasure. But no, right now he was to weak. But he will seek him out, capture him and protect him from the whole world. He wasn't strong enough right now. Now he was something that he himself doesn't know, a wraith or something similar to it. He was stuck at Quirell's head, not having the power to have a body on his own. Sometimes he was strong enough to possess the fool for some time, but he barely possessed him, not wanting to waste his strength away. A weak spirit. But that will change. And until the moment where he was strong enough to hold his own against Dumbledore, his beautiful creature, his boy, will be protected by that old man. Oh, he couldn't wait. He wanted to have the boy, and what he wants to have, he shall get. Dumbledore will never know what had hit him.

Harry Potter was androgynous. A boy with characteristics of males and females. Thanks to his relatives, his aunt, uncle and cousin, he was malnourished. Always working at the Dursley's got him a rather fit body, but without the needed nutrition his muscles didn't build. He was rather small for an eleven year old boy, looking as if he was nine. It was a punishment he endured without complaining, he didn't listen to them when it came to his academics after all. They wanted to have the perfect son, good at school with manners like a gentleman. But no. They got a bully without good grades. Only his surname saved him more than one time from being expelled, but after three warnings to Dudley without a change, they stopped all their efforts in protecting the students. Especially if they could protect all students from Dudley in sacrificing one, Harry James Potter. And even if Dudley tormented him, Harry was still better in class then him, being on the top without really learning. Having an eidetic memory has it's benefits and Harry used it. Why wouldn't he? He was invited to a school for the rich people, saying all his costs will be payed from the school personally, so he took his chance. Leaving primary school at the age of eight and going to a famous boarding school was his revenge for his treatment from his relatives. He was better than Dudley. Having the gentleness of a flower, the mind of a gifted boy, the gracefulness from a noble family and the beauty of a crystal, it was no wonder that many people envied him. He was lucky that he learned how to see through mask of people, since if he hadn't, he would be raped, kidnapped and held as a prisoner more than once. He literally could hear their thoughts running through them, giving him an advantage that he didn't waste. It was for his protection after all. So when he stepped into the great hall and his head was boarded with the thoughts of students in puberty, his interest was peaked when he meet three persons which thoughts he couldn't read. A man with black hair and black eyes, another man with a turban on his head and an old man, which he recognized as Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore from a chocolate frog card. Harry really wanted to know why he couldn't read their thoughts, but didn't question them. He will find it out, there was a library in the school after all, and he wanted to be there as long as possible, wanting to learn everything from the wizarding world. And since he was a wizard, than his talent in reading thoughts and having the power to dig through everyone's head must be a power used in this new world.

It was funny to see the reaction of his fellow year-mates when they saw an old ruddy hat in the great hall, waiting for them to step in front of him. Having heard the thoughts of the older students gave him an advantage, he knows how the sorting is working before he even saw the hat.

Listening to it singing, he asked himself in which house he would end up. He didn't want to be in Hufflepuff, since he surely didn't want to have friends which will follow him every step that he will take. Maybe Ravenclaw? He did have an eidetic or photografic memory, knowing things with only one look at a sheet. Slytherin perhaps? He read the mind of his opponents, digging out their darkest secret and using it against them. But knowing from the boy, Ron Weasley, landing there would made him only suspicious and he wouldn't have the freedom that he would have get if he was in one of the other three houses. He was celebrated in this world, seen as their hero, so landing in a house where, according to Ron and Hagrid, all wizard and witches went Dark, would only give him the reputation of being the next Dark Lord or the next right hand man of the Dark Lord or a reputation of an important follower of the future dark Lord. And Gryffindor? He didn't want to be in the same house as this Ron, a stupid and poor excuse for a wizard, not knowing what spells are and in which language they were. Someone only needed to lock at the curses and charms that were listened in the school-books and an idiot should realise that the incantations are in Latin, the mother-language of Europe. And boy, how the redhead was eating his sweets! Eating and talking at the same time, was he stupid? Didn't his parents teached him some manners?

Harry watched as Draco Malfoy was sorted in Slytherin, Hermione Granger in Gryffindor and Neville Longbottom in the same house as Granger.

" Harry James Potter! ", called the stern witch and looked over the parchment. Harry walked forward, confident in his steps. Sitting down on the stool, he waited until his head was covered with the hat, his eyes closed and he couldn't see a thing anymore.

' Well, that's interesting, young one. You would do well in Slytherin. '

' So you can read through my mind like I can through the others? ', questioned Harry in his thoughts. It did made sense. How else can the hat sort them if he didn't know their characteristics?

' You would also do well in Ravenclaw. But Slytherin is definitely more fit for you, little one. You are cunning and shrewd. You do have the characteristics that Salazar Slytherin favoured in his students. You are the second one who would be perfect for that house after so many years... Salazar would kill me if I don't place you in his house... '

' Well, you do realize that if you place me there, I will be watched like a criminal? '

' Yes, that surely would happen... Better be... '

' Oh, wait. Do me a favour and don't put Ronald Weasley in the house that I will be in, okay? '

" Ravenclaw! "

Harry went to his table and left the hat on the stool. Then he watched where the others we're sorted, and the hat placed Ronald in Gryffindor. Harry sighed. Now, his real life started. And he will show them all of what he is made of.

Severus Snape is a man that can't be really surprised. He prided himself with the fact of a perfect mask and good acting skills. He was prepared for the day when Harry Potter, or Harry James Potter, stepped foot into Hogwarts, surely looking like his stupid father and thinking that everyone should bow to him. Thinking himself above everyone else. But when he meet the bright green eyes of Lily, his Lily, and a beautiful boy that did not look like his father, he thought that something must be wrong. Maybe he had overseen him, so he looked through the students. But when he stepped forward when his name was called, Snape's mask cracked. Boy, the boy was beautiful. Forbidden beautiful. He remembered a story that Lily once told him, a story of a princess with skin white as snow, lips red as blood and hair black as ebony. The description fitted Potter and Snape's suddenly had the wish in reading the story. He never thought about doing something so... mundane as reading a muggle book.

Watching the boy being sorted into Ravenclaw was the next shock. He, like every other staff member, had thought that the blasted boy would be sorted into Gryffindor. Seeing him in Ravenclaw, where Lily once could have been since the hat asked her if she wanted to be a Ravenclaw or Gryffindor, was the next shock. He didn't looked like a carbon copy of his enemy James Potter, no. He had the eyes of Lily, the characteristics of her face... So many things that let him remember of the old day's.

This will be a hard school year. The only good thing that came out of Potter's sorting was the reaction of the Headmaster and the staff. Everyone was shocked, gaping like fishes. Never was a Potter in Ravenclaw, they we're literally born Gryffindor's, mostly.

The school year started officially on the next day and Harry enjoyed it. So much to learn and such a big library, he was in heaven. Well, mostly. One Ronald Weasley was stalking him and Harry wasn't really happy. Reading his mind told him that the boy wanted to be his friend, a fast way to be famous. So Harry ignored him, often letting Ron humiliate himself in public.

Harry was the best student, on the same level as someone called Tom Riddle had once been, 50 years ago, and Harry enjoyed it. He was better in school than Albus Dumbledore, the strongest wizard of this century, on par with Voldemort. He also liked seeing the reaction of Granger. She was fuming every time he beat her in class.

The Ravenclaw's were proud, he got them ten points a day, a fast way to get ahead of the other's. Even Severus Snape gave him points after he answered questions that were only learned in third year and not in his first.

The Huffleluff's were neutral, they didn't get the house-cup in a long time, and seeing Harry Potter gaining points in rapid steps discouraged them.

The Gryffindor's we're furious. Harry was a Potter, he should have been in Gryffindor, gaining them points and not some ravens that thought of themselves above everyone.

The Slytherin's were annoyed. They got the house-cup in the last years every time, and now they will lose it?! Hell no, something must be done immediately before the gap between them and the Ravenclaw's were too much. Harry, already knowing their plans, knew what he needed to do so that their plans will never come true. He also made the Slytherin's submit to him, not wanting to get caught in their schemes again.

Harry made his first friend in Hermione Granger, a muggleborn student of Gryffindor. Even though they didn't like the other before, they do now. They often sat in silence in the library, enjoying the smell of old books, the feeling of parchments between their fingers and hearing a noise only when the papers were turned. Saving someone from a troll has it's benefits after all. He was on that fateful day, Halloween, where also his parents died, in the library, like other days. He often forgot the time and missed dinner, so he was in a hurry to get to the great hall to get something to eat, when a foul smell hit his nose and a scream his ears. Hearing it from the girls bathroom and also hearing noises of something being destroyed, he decided to help. He didn't want to be held responsible if a student died, where he could have helped and hold of whatever the thing was. Seeing a troll, ready to kill his rival in academics, he acted without thinking. Casting a blasting hex at him and killing the troll in the process, he saved the girl's life. He only realised that the troll was dead when the teachers told them that little detail.. He got points for saving a students in need and Ronald Bilius Weasley,the sole reason why Granger was crying in the bathroom, got a howler from his mother and an earful of his head of house.

The day's spent in Hogwarts turned into weeks, from weeks into months and the time for the first holidays came, the Christmas holidays. Harry was the only Ravenclaw staying in Hogwarts, something that made Harry more than happy. Ever since stepping into the light as a genius, his classmates started to annoy him in helping them. Having Granger at his side, a true Gryffindor, they started to annoy him only in the common room, not wanting the girls fury on them. And since now no one will annoy him and he already is done with his assigned homework, he can now study the second and third curriculum of Hogwarts. Last time, when Professor Snape had question him, well, the very first day, he didn't know anything about the things the teacher asked, using Granger's answers and later the once from Draco had saved him. Who would have known that the man had teached Draco up till third year potion curriculum?

The Christmas holidays ended and the students rushed back to Hogwarts, talking to each other about their holiday's. Harry once envied them, traveling with a loving family was his dream till he hit his tenth birthday. His parents were dead, there wasn't a distinct relative that would have taken him away. Maybe he had been better off in an orphanage.

Winter ended and spring stepped into his season. Flowers started to bloom and Harry found himself being overthrown with them. Every girl had only eyes for him, and even boy's looked at him sometimes as if he was a meat ready to be devoured. Of course, Harry used it to his advantage.

Ronald Bilius Weasley started to hate him, opening a group for Harry-Haters, called HH for short. Of course, there were less than eight people in the group and Harry loved how angry Ronald would get and start to stutter, just to shut up if his fandom was near. Gossips says that Ronald was once called to the headmaster because of his behavior, warning to send him back home for a whole year. Other gossipers we're talking about how Ronald had must have fallen in love with him, wanting to get his attention. That didn't sit well with most the population of Hogwarts, so a hating club for the club HH was formed, called PTI, Protect The Innocence, since in their eyes he was the epitome of purity.

With spring came a mystery that Harry had solved the moment Hagrid had slipped the name of Nicolas Flamel. Knowing that the philosophers stone was being held in Hogwarts for protection, something bad must be going on. Dealing with pain from his scar, it must have something to do with Voldemort. But Voldemort was an adult, so Dumbledore will be able to solve the problem himself, leaving him out of the little fight between the two of them.

Quirinus Quirrell stand before the sleeping dog, opening the trap door and falling through it. Using a spell to produce sunlight, he fell through the deathly vines of the Devils Snare and got the key for the door within seconds. Blasting the chess pieces to pieces, putting his troll into slumber and drinking Severus Snape's potion, Quirrell stepped happily into the big room, the last challenge until he got his hands on the philosophers stone. His master wanted it, needed it, if he wanted to get back his powers and be more powerful than he was in the last war. Quirrell was happy to oblige, wanting to get his masters favour. Even if he needed to kill a child.

A mirror stood in the room, having writing on it that clearly read as ' Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi '. Looking into it he saw himself, handing his master the stone over and being praised.

It took him some time to figure out what Dumbledore had done, after reading and reading the title over the mirror over and over again.

' I show not your face but your hearts desire ', read it backwards. And then he had the stone in his hands, hearing his masters delightful laugh.

" Now, let's go and prepare for the ritual! ', ordered his master him and Quirrell happily flees the castle, not wanting to be near Snape and Dumbledore longer than possible.

Voldemort was gleeful. He finally had a body, a body that looked as if he was twenty years old. Quirrell was a great help, but the foolish boy never thought about the consequences. He never knew that he will die when Voldemort left him. Now it's time to call his Death Eaters, to see who will step before him, begging him, worshiping him. Oh, they will worship him. But not only him, Harry James Potter will be worshiped too. He will be his prize, his treasure, his possession and their God. He will be the symbol of a new era.

But first things first. He needed to free his followers of Azkaban, get them back in shape and then... Then he will get Potter. He can wait for one year. And he still needed to plan how to get him to an immortal being...

Harry's first year finished without much of a ruckus. Dumbledore had once called him, asking him questions if he was in pain or not, or if his scar was acting up and giving him pain. He had said no and later felt a presence trying to get in his head, like he could do by others. He had read about Legilimency, the art of reading someone's mind through contact with the eyes and had watched his hands afterwards, not wanting the Headmaster in his head. To know that he could do it without having eye contact with other's made him special, since it was rare. He had also read that it was illegal to use it against children, because their mind isn't protected like the one of an adult. It's warned against using it too long on someone, the damage can be very high. He had also read about the power how to shield someone's mind, called Occlumency, and that some people are natural at it. But he didn't want to risk it, so better be safe than sorry, so he started learning it. It was a real pain in the ass when he found out, that all book's about the mind arts were in the restricted section, so he went there by night, reading as much as he could, copying and writing down the important parts so that he could learn while he was by the Dursley's.

When the school year ended and he was on the train, he didn't talk to anyone. Why should he? His mood was down, he would be back at the Dursley's again. Oh, how he wished someone would just kill his relatives, or better, safe him from them and humiliate them in the public. That would be so much fun, maybe he should do it himself?

Back at the Dursley's, his trunk was taken from him and locked up at his old bedroom, the cupboard under the stairs. The very first night he opened the cupboard, having stolen the key from his uncle, and had taken all his things into his room, hidden them under his bed, filling the trunk with Dudley's toys and bringing it back down. He was lucky that he brought two trunks when he was in Diagon Alley, having thought about the future reaction of his relatives. The second one had a feather-light charm on it and Harry had made the man place a shrinking-charm on the trunk as well.

His day's at Private Drive 4 were spend working on the morning and afternoon, and doing his homework at evening and in the night.

Hedwig, his beautiful owl, were send to deliver a letter at the bookstore in Diagon Alley, asking them to please send him all the second year books and some more, including a list of which books they had right now. When his books got more and more, Harry was happy that the trunk had more space than his room. He, after all, didn't want to see his books burned because his Uncle found them.

One fine evening a house-elf had visited him called Dobby. The elf had pleaded him to vow to not go to Hogwarts for his second year, Harry had not said one word, only watching the elf and later reminded Dobby, that if Harry found out to which family he belonged, he would tell them of his visit. The elf vanished faster than he could count till three. After that incident he had written to the Headmaster, telling him that a house-elf had visited him and all the juicy details that came with the visit.

Dumbledore, knowing of the magic of a house-elf, had send Severus Snape to get the boy and bring him to Hogwarts, it were only two weeks till the start of term after all. He also had send Minerva McGonagall to get Hermione Granger, Harry's only friend. He didn't want the boy to be alone, and Hermione would use this chance to be as long in the library as she could, and Dumbledore knew, Harry would too.

And he was right. Hermione and Harry spend a lot of time in the library, even asking for permission for the restricted section, McGonagall and Flitwick being more than happy to comply.

Both teens had unpacked their things in their rooms, asking for permission from the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor head of house to sleep together in a room. They were allowed with the promise to not do something stupid.

Hermione, having one day enough of the old clothes on Harry, had asked permission to go to Diagon Alley, so they both could do their Hogwarts shopping. After hearing that Harry had done his already, she said that he will buy himself new clothes and not run around in rags and give aways from his cousin. Dumbledore gave them permission, only when Snape will be watching over them.

Visiting Diagon Alley was one hell of a day, seeing Lucius Malfoy with his son and the whole Weasley Family, hearing Ronalds stupid comments and having a new stalker, a man god damn it!, Harry's day wasn't really that good. Even Hermione wasn't happy about how the day had went from good to bad, but she still got Harry to buy himself a new whole wardrobe. So it was spend well, in her opinion. Snape had sneered at Ronald, greeted Lucius like an old friend and threatens Gilderoy Lockhart to not step out of line. It was his duty to watch over the two students, so the attempt of the man to drag Harry into the light and to make a photo was meet with dark eyes.

Lucius had smirked at Lockhart and went with them shopping, Draco talking with Harry mostly, sneering at Hermione and throwing insults at Ronald when they saw the boy again. Lucius was happy to give some tips to the witch at Madam Malkins, demanding clothes fit for purebloods. He also demanded from Snape to teach Harry the ways of a pureblood and a Lord, since Harry is Lord Potter after his fathers death's. Hermione had looked at Harry with wide eyes, asking if she could participate too, and Snape said yes.

Three day's before the school starts, Lucius got Snape to talk to Dumbledore and to allow Draco to spend the last three days at Hogwarts. Reluctantly Dumbledore allowed it, his head full of worries. After the philosopher's stone was stolen, he got an ear full of insults from his friend, Nicolas, who demanded that Dumbledore will correct his faults, even if he died in the process.

The second year started with a boom. The whole female population fell into a spell, a spell from a Love Potion, Harry thought. Their thoughts concerning the fraud Lockhart made Harry to want to throw up. Having read all thoughts from him when he visited Diagon Alley, Harry wanted to kill the stupid man. Seeing the man's arrogance, made Harry plan to throw off the stupid teacher.

The very first lesson with the fraud was a disaster. He fled the classroom after setting the Pixies free, but Harry was prepared for it since Hermione told him about her first class with him. Afterwards he questioned them in what was his favourite colour, cake and more. When the teacher let them answer the questions as a test, Harry took it and run out of the class to his head of house, demanding to learn on his own and not with the fraud. Flitwick had allowed it and looked at his other students, especially the fifth and seven years, since it were their NEWT's and OWL's this year, also allowing them to learn on their own. Flitwick often helped them, he was once a duel champion, so knowledge about defense was expected.

Then, one day, a student was attacked. Petrified even. A statue. And there was writing, writing in blood about a chamber of secrets. It was also the day when his parents died and when a troll was in the school.

The second attack happened only one month later, a student was again petrified, but this time there was a ghost, also petrified and no water to find like the first time.

Harry and Hermione, both not wanting to be petrified, started to do some research, finding out that the monster in the school was a Basilisk. Both also found out that Harry could speak to snakes, both being happy to have found it out before the whole school, when a snake was summoned by Draco in the dueling club, created from no one other than the fraud, Lockhart. Harry just banished her without talking to her, since it was seen as a trait for a Dark Lord. Even Hermione didn't tell anyone, afraid that the school would start to think that Harry was the heir of Slytherin.

The third person pretified was no one other than Hermione, making Harry angry. She was his first and only friend, the only person that he will tolerate at his side, and now some stupid Basilisk has taken her from him. Going upstairs to the headmasters office, he demanded that he called all his teachers.

" Why? ", had Dumbledore asked.

" It's about the chamber of secrets. "

Dumbledore had called all his teachers into his office, telling them that Harry had news about the chamber. Harry started to tell them about what he and Hermione had found, even explaining why they both carried a mirror with them. Flitwick and McGonagall were both proud, two second years had solved a mystery that was over thousand years old, even telling them how the big snake moved through the pipes of Hogwarts. Harry had even made a suggestion, why not send Lockhart through the pipes to the snake and they will follow him, since Lockhart had after all, fought against banshees.

When Harry left the office, they called the ministry, telling them about what the students have found out and asked them to prepare a team. Auror's and teacher's had went through the pipes, searching for the big snake and killing it, making Snape cackle about all the potions he could now make. They happily gave the snake to the Potioneer.

The attacks stopped afterwards.

It was a normal day for Harry. Waking up, preparing himself and going to breakfast. Eating, going to class, visiting Hermione in the hospital and having lunch. Lockhart was discovered as a fraud and fired, making Snape teach them all defence and potions. Flitwick and McGonagall helped out.

It was at dinner that something strange happened in the school. Harry James Potter had bitten into an apple and had suddenly... collapsed. The apple still in his hand. Madam Pomfrey had looked for injuries, finding out that Harry was poisoned. Snape looked at the apple and made some test, confirming her suspicions. Harry James Potter was poisoned with the draught of living death, and only the person that made the potion could wake him up. They had already tested out the counter potions, seeing that Harry still didn't wake up had made Snape looking into the matters a little bit more. The potions was enhanced with the blood of the Creator. When they don't find him, than Harry will sleep for a long time, maybe even years!

And that wasn't good, they needed him! If Voldemort came back, than loud prophecy Harry was the only one who could win against him.

A sudden pain from his mark made Snape lose his consciousness, falling into the darkness.

Voldemort was gleeful. Today he had given Ginevra Weasley the sleeping draught of living death, or better to say, given it to his soul to give it to Harry. Today was also the day where he will safe his most faithfully from Azkaban.