Warning:GreyHarry!,SaneVoldemort!,ManipulativeDumbledore!,WeaselyBashing!(Just Ron,Ginny,Molly,and Arthur?),Mentions of Abuse,Slash,Yaoi,Foul-Language.

Summery: Voldemort thought he knew Harry Potter. That is until he broke the wards. Voldemort sees Harry in a new 'light' and steal him away from his abusive home. What happens now? Only time can tell.

Pairing:Voldemort/Harry (OTP!)

Rated:M (For future violence and slash)

A/N:I write in erratic bouts of madness so don't expect this story to be grammatically correct, and/or worded correctly. In other words be prepared to see mistakes as well as random story edits in the future.

Disclaimer: I do not claim to own the HP series. All rights and acknowledgments for the characters and certain situations not deemed from my own mind go to the rightful author of the Lady Miss J.K Rowling.

To the Reviewers,

Thanks: Thank-you kind reviewers for pointing out some of my errors. You've been a lovely bunch and I appreciate your help since I self beta as well as I mostly write when I am sleep deprived or in other words skimp over stuff because I am too tired to pay enough attention to what I am writing.

Regards Cyan-san

XxX~-Bent But Not Yet Broken-~XxX

XxX~-Chapter 1-Past Impressions Bent. -~XxX

Voldemort was feeling positively giddy. He had finally broken through the barrier wards surrounding his accursed enemy Harry Potter. The brat who sentenced him to years as a formless wraith was finally going to pay for his actions. Pay for forcing him to possess small animals to live. Pay for making him nothing more than a parasite. He was going to pay for rejecting him during the 'Stone Incident' and for forcing him to relay on that spineless idiotic fool Wormtail and his ever faithful familiar, Nagini, to survive.

The boy-who-just-won't-die who continues to embarrass him in front of his Death Eaters was finally going to die a very painful death on this very night.

Voldemort stalked down the pavement of Privet Drive, sneering at the perfectly identical houses, the manicured lawns, and the sheer muggleness of the neighborhood.

He walked nearer to the residence that housed the so called savior with caution, scoping the surrounding area of 4 Privet Drive as he didn't want to alert anyone let alone Dumbledore's lackeys to his presence just yet. Seeing as no one of importance or anyone(as it was late in the evening)was around to witness him, Voldemort stalked to the front entrance of the muggle residence.

After seeing the lack of Potter's guard dogs he decided to play his presence up. Voldemort withdrew his wand and cast a glamour upon himself to look more like his younger more human self. He knocked on the door.

After a few moments he heard the large thumping of what sounded like an overweight beluga whale down, what he guessed to be, the stairs. The door was thrown wide open and Voldemort was face to face with one very whale-like muggle man. The mans face was painted in a curious shade of dark purple as he yelled angrily in his face,"WHAT DO YOU WANT AT THIS UNGODLY HOUR!"

The man's spittle landed on his face. Voldemort couldn't help but think what a filthy muggle this man was, and felt a little bit sorry for the Potter boy for having to live with such a vile man. Discreetly casting a wandless/wordless cleaning charm he plastered on what he hoped to be a friendly smile. Going by how the filthy muggle man relaxed it was.

"I'm sorry about that, but I was wondering if I could speak to one Harry Potter?" Voldemort said in the most friendly manner possible despite his anger at the disgusting filth in front of him.

"What do you want with the freak?" the muggle man growled out carefully. The muggle man's face going back to the previous shade of curious purple as he took long drags of air.

Voldemort felt affronted by the muggles behavior but kept it carefully hidden, making sure to keep both his anger and shock in check.

"I wanted to speak to him about his education," Voldemort answered letting a small frown cross his features. He was not liking where this was going. The man reminded him too much like the orphanages marten.

The muggle man seemed to be conflicted between refusing him and letting him in. The man though after a few moments (and a little bit of clever silent application of the imperius curse) relented. "Fine. He's upstairs," The man ground out. The man then proceeded to waddle off to the kitchen like an overstuffed penguin.

Voldemort stepped into the muggle home. He curiously looked on the walls of the house to see the pictures of what looked to be a baby hippopotamus and a horse faced women, but strangely enough there was not one picture of a young or an older Harry Potter. It was like Harry Potter didn't exist here at all and that thought strangely didn't sit right with him at all.

He walked cautiously up the stairs. Reaching the top of the stairs he felt for the bond to lead him to the boy. His bond lead him to a door that was filled from floor to ceiling in locks with a cat flap at the bottom.

He blenched and gulped as he starred at the multitude of locks.

Voldemort couldn't believe this is where the light keep their savoir. He just couldn't believe it.

He felt somewhat nervous as he undid the many locks, each coming down with slow loud clicks. He turned the knob of the door slowly. As the door opened slowly with a creak he felt his whole body still in horrified shock at what was revealed to him.

The golden-boy of the light lay broken on the dirty floor in his own crimson colored blood, shirtless and covered in cuts, bruises, and crisscrossing whip like lashes. The boy was breathing heavily with raspy shallow painful sounding breaths. He could see some of the boy's bones sticking out sickeningly from the boy's skin.

He stood there in complete and utter shock. He couldn't believe this was his enemy...no this wasn't his enemy anymore...this...this was just a boy who was abused and neglected by the so called 'Light'.

It seems to be that he had made a miscalculation. Remembering each interaction of his with the boy he realized it seemed more to him now that the boy only fought to save his own skin during all their interactions like with the 'Stone Incident'... or maybe that conflict only occurred with him when he lied to him about being able to bring back his parents. Who knows? Still, Voldemort no longer saw the boy as just the boy-who-lived. He saw him now as the boy-who-wanted-only-to-survive.

He could turn back and forget this sudden realization...but he couldn't...he couldn't...not after being forced to witness the cold harsh reality of it all.

Voldemort made his decision. He knelled down next to the bleeding boy and did a routine magical scan of his body. The scan was long. Too long. Long enough to indicate years of continuous abuse. Voldemort briefly wondered how the boy was still alive and how he was still so defiant with a scan such as this. He wondered how the boy didn't break down from all he's been through or from the pressure the wizarding world puts on him. He felt seeds of respect grow within him for the boy.

The boy was like a willow. He bent in the rain and wind, growing stronger with each coming storm.

He could do nothing for the boy here, though.

Voldemort picked the boy up carefully in his arms with a sort of half-cuddle half-bridal hold on him and appearated away.

End chapter 1/? Edited 8/15/2016