Pureblood Potter, a Harry Potter fanfiction

Ch1. Imperio

Bellatrix Lestrange was a dark, bigoted witch. She was a death eater who believed anybody with blood less than pure should be killed.  So when she was asked by Lord Voldemort to conceive a child with James Potter, she was astonished because Potter was a blood traitor like the rest of his ancestors.

"Master, why should I bear a child of Potter? They have been known to always side with the light."

"I am no fool Bella, I am well aware of who the Potters are. Do not question my orders, I need to have the Most Ancient house of Potter to continue, I can't kill the Potters without having one living. If you birth him, he will side with me and become a death eater and help cleanse the World of mudbloods and blood-traitors."

"Very well, your humble servant shall do as you ask."

Many thoughts were running through Bellatrix Lestrange's head. She had to sure a child with that cursed Potter and knew only one way to do it. She'd have to catch him off guard with an imperious curse. Now all she needed to do was set up a trap to lure out James Potter.

Time skip, 3 years later.

A young boy stood in a long corridor filled with mirrors and doors. The handsome child had jet black, wavy hair. He was dressed in expensive dress robes made from the finest acromantula silk money could by. His defining features were his silky black hair, tied up in a small top knot bun. He had sharp green eyes that once shined like glistening emeralds, but now were cold and looked like the killing curse. 

This boy was very upset, tears filled his eyes, but he would never let them fall. This boy's name is Harry Potter, a three year old toddler, tall for his age, with eyes filled with intelligence.

He was sad his adopted father, Lord Voldemort, was announced dead killed by a one year old named Neville Longbottom.

His mother, Bellatrix Lestrange, was put in the harshest prison in Britain, Azkaban. Nobody knew she was his mother, they all thought he was that Potter kid with that mudblood mother, only people close to him and himself knew. 

The Malfoys are the only family not in Azkaban, that know, they were also ordered to raise Harry and teach him about magic. 

Right now everyone was silent, Lucius Malfoy just told them the news of the dark lords fall. He also told them that the Dark Lord is not truly dead and would eventually come back. 

This sparked a fire in Harry Potter, he wanted to be in the best condition for his father when the Dark Lord came back.

Time skip, 6 years later.

Harry Potter, nine years old now, was running across a large private field. This was apart of his morning training regime, he would run a mile, then he would practice his mobility by training his footwork and working with self-made obstacles. He did all sorts of training but the number one training he did was meditation.

He meditated and worked on occlumency and his mind arts. He heard Albus Dumbledore (oh how he hated that man), was a master legilmens and wanted to have a strong defense against the old man. 

He also strengthened his mind and studied legilmency. His father was a master and he wanted to be better than his father. He was ambitious and wanted to surpass his father.

He read books four hours a day, worked out two hours a day, worked on his mind one hour a day, practiced magic one hour a day, and had pureblood etiquette + history lessons for one hour a day. The rest of the time he spent on eating and sleeping, this was his routine every day. Whenever he had any spare time he would spend it in the presence of Draco Malfoy, the son of Lucius Malfoy, or spend it talking to snakes.

Wait talk to snakes? Yes, Harry Potter could talk to snakes, he inherited the ability to speak in the serpent language, parseltongue.

Time skip, 1 year and 8 months later.

Harry Potter was finally eleven years old. He had anticipated his Hogwarts letter for the longest time, it finally came and he had gone with Draco and Narcissa Malfoy to get his school materials. 

Tomorrow was the day he left the Malfoy Manor and rode the Hogwarts Express and finally came to the Hogwarts Castle. 

Bless his soul, Harry Potter closed his eyes and fell asleep dreaming of what tomorrow may hold..

A/N

Hey there guys, its Eric Kingsisle here.

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