The boy who lived; the ruins of family

henry salizar aleos riddle

Here's some cool back round knowledge aleos means to avoid or shun in Greek. Often givin to unwanted children or little boys who's parents wanted a girl. I thought this would be the perfect fit for harry as he wasn't really planned or wanted by voldamort.

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One of Harry's oldest memories was of a death eater meeting.

Voldamort, or as Harry, called him Dada. At about year and half old, Harry had started speaking. At first, voldamort had objected. He wasn't the boys father and didn't want to be seen as such. However, it quickly dawned on him that he needed the boys' trust. He needed the boy to give him his unquestioned love, loyalty, and trust, and for that, it would be easier if Harry assumed he was his. So it stuck.

His horcrux stayed with him all the time.

Harry was almost a year and four months during this pertucular memory.

Voldamort had placed a small play pen in the corner of the death eater meeting room. A place he could watch Harry, but Harry wouldn't be a distraction while he talked endlessly to his followers about plans.

During the meeting, for whatever reason, Harry had grown fussy and began to cry loudly.

This had, of course, haulted the meeting to a stand still.

"Your baby is crying, my lord." Bellatrix stated

Harry's crys annoyed him. How much he longed to simply crucio the thing, with anyone else he would have. But alas, this was his horcrux, and he would not do such a thing to a part of his soul.

However, just because he couldn't take his energy out on Little Harry didn't mean he couldn't release his anger elsewhere.

"I know he's crying. Thank you for pointing out the obvious!" He yelled at her.

Bellatrix bowed.

This only angered him more.

A gentle whisper was all that was needed to send Bellatrix whimpering, screaming, and twitching on the ground. Her pitiful crys eased his pain slightly.

Harry continued to cry. Clearly upset by something.

"Would you like me to calm him, my lord?" Narsissa offered.

While voldamort wanted to say yes and be done with the boy, this was HIS horcrux.

"No, narsissa. I will tend to him. "

He stood up from the table. All eyes on him as he walked over to Harry, who was standing up with his hands on the playpen. His eyes were red and puffy.

"Dadada," Harry whined unhappily, hitting his hands on the playpen.

"What is it? Why must you interpret my meeting?" Voldamort asked, picking him up.

Harry leaned forward and yanked Voldamorts hair. "Snap".

"Ow!". Harry was placed back in his play pen suddenly. "You little -" he stopped himself. He would not swear at a child. "Why did you pull my hair? That was very uncalled for. I didn't enjoy it"

Harry screamed unpleasantly, hitting the play pen harder. "Snap, snap, snap, snap!"

"A nap? Do you want to sleep?"

Harry whined and fussed still.

"Henry," he warned "words."

Harry paused for a moment. Then, with a sudden determination, he pulls his hands up above his head, reaching for Voldamort. "Up!" He reached over the playpen.