The boy who lived; the ruins of family

the village p.1

I had this chapter written out and it didn't save and I'm bout to tweak.

Anyway without further ado here's the rewriten version.

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A few months later and Harry had just turned two.

He his speech had improved tremendously.

Voldamort sat watching him in the nursery as Harry played mindlessly with tiny wooden brooms. "Boom! Crash! Bang!" Harry yelled out as he smashed the brooms into each other.
"Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire!" He continued.

"Nasty quiditch accident, huh?"

The little trouble makers play time had become increasingly more violent. Most likely due to his guardian.

"Henry don't do that, you'll brake them."

Harry signed unhappily.

"They no crash?" He whined.

Voldamort knodded. "No crashing."

Harry took his thumb and index into a 'little' sign questioningly.

"No. Not even a little. Infact none"

He felt it in his bones. In the almost years he had been his guardian he had began to feel a tantrum far before it happened. This was one of those moments.

"Don't get all angry on me. I just don't want you to brake your toys." Voldamort paused "what else do you want to do?"

Harry though for a moment before speaking confidently "Snack. I want snack"

"Will it spoil your dinner?"

"Nope" Harry went back to smashing his toys together but voldamort stopped him.

"Henry. I already said not to brake the toys. Now, will a snack spoil your dinner"

Harry shook his head. "Can I have juice too?"

Again he felt a tantrum on the rise so he caved.

"Fine" he sighed taking a sip of his wine. Voldamort snapped his fingers twice. A small, skinny house elf appeared. Unlike most house elves she had nicer clothes. As mean as he was he didn't belive in free laybor and why should he? Only the truly rich could afford to pay they're house elves.

"Dizzy please get henry a snack and a cup of juice"

Dizzy knodded. "Does mini master request any kind of juice?"

"Apple" Harry peeped up now stacking big Legos together and knocking them over.

The next moment Dizzy was gone.

Voldamort let Harry play for a few more minutes, drinking the last of his wine as he read the paper. Finally he decided it was time Harry got dressed.

Standing up and walking over to the giant dresser, he fumbled through the many different color clothes. Black collared shirts were too kiddie for a mass murder. Overall were too happy. Perhasps a cute little suit, preferably black.
That's when he found it, a one piece suit romper thing in the color black.

"Henry arms up"

Harry stuck his hands in the air as voldamort picked him up and placed him on a stool. He took off his pajamas and quickly changed him into the more appropriate suit thing. Harry's brown curls sprang from all directions. Voldamort had him sit facing the small vanity as he brushed out his hair and ever so slighty geled it.

Harry's hair reminded him of hi youth, when he would style his somewhat curly hair in a side swoop. Harry's hair did something similar except his hair didn't want to sit so still so it was messier than his ever was.

Irregardless he looked wonderful.

"Oh don't you just look amazing?"

Harry wiped his nose with his hands.

"It's mostly the outfit but I guess you add something or whatever" he smiled to himself "damn I'm good"

Harry stared up at him "juice?"

Voldamort sighed and snapped his fingers. Dizzy appeared not a moment after.

"Yes, my lord?" She asked holding a blue, plastic cup of goldfish and an apple juicebox.

"Mine!" Harry shrieked grabbing the bowl and grabbing out the small cracker with his chubby hands.

Voldamort turned to Dizzy. "What took so long?"

"Your followers are here sir. One of them kept asking for food."

He would have a word with petigrew. Only he would be so stupid and fat as to ask for food.

"Please tell petigrew to get his fat face out of my food. Also of you would bring me another glass of wine. Stronger this time"

"Yes, my lord"

Dizzy was gone. Leaving Harry, who had already sucked down his goldfish and was draining the juice very quickly, and voldamort.

"Where you go"

Voldamort looked down from the dayly profit, across the dimly lit room to Harry. The two year old was covered in crumbs and spilled juice.

Absolutely disgusting.

That was his biggest pet peeve. Messy children. That's why he had the house elves do the diaper changes. Of course Harry was almost done potty training and wouldn't need that anymore but still he seemed messy.

As voldamort uttered a small spell deleting the juice stains and crumbs he answered "not I, we. Your coming with me. And to answer your question were going to godrics hollow"

Harry's eyes were wide and unaware. Much like his brain godric wasn't the only hollow thing.

"It's a town" he finally said.

"With cars?" Harry perked up.

Duh.

"Yes henry, cars. Its a muggle town. Muggles have cars."

Harry licked his lips and fitted with his hands. "Can I have more snack?"

Fatty.

"No I don't think so" voldamort responded.

"What we do in car place?"

Voldamort sighed. "First, it's not a car place, it's a town. Secondly I'm going to attend to some affairs I've been neglecting for awhile." He paused. It had been almost a year since he had stolen Harry, a year since his last mass murder. "Doesn't do good for my fear image. I need people to fear me, you know?"

"I with you?"

Voldamort shook his head. "No, no. You'll be with narsissa. She'll watch over you while I burn and torture people"

"Fire" Harry mumbled.

"Exactly" voldamort bounced Harry on his knee "I'll make fire and you'll stay with narssia on the sidelines"

Harry squirmed.

"Uh uh. Nope. Were not doing this. I've spent every second with you. I deserve a break too."

A muder break but a break none the less.

Harry stilled.

"You sing?"

Hell no.

"No, I don't think so. Atleast not right now henry"

Dizzy appeared again, holding a small glass of wine. "NY lord" she offered it to him.

Picking up harry he downed the glass of wine like a shot and walked out of the nursery and down to the main hall, where his death eaters awaited him.

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I'm sorry if this feels rushed I'm just tired and the whole other chapter I wrote disappeared off the face of the earth.