His Name is Harry

chapter 1

"Hello Wizarding World, I'm Voldemort, the Dark Lord and acting ruler of your world. You're beloved Albus Dumbledore has met his end by yours truly, his beloved Order is now nonexistent, the Ministry, as you can see is now under my rule. I give you my word any type of resistant will be dealt with strictly and without mercy. Things are changing, so you best get use to it, my word is law now. And I leave you with this finally note. Welcome to my new world"

"They still have this speech after nearly two years?"

"You must admit Bella, it was a very magnificent and frightening speech, still is"

Voldemort smirked as he looked over the Daily Prophet and several other Wizarding media scattered around his desk. All showed a moving picture of him making this speech in front of the Ministry of Magic building.

"Yes, although I find the way they describe the lord as a cold-hearted, dark and monstrous man a bit amusing"

Voldemort looked up and glared at Tone, the vampire looked back amused with no hint of fear.

"And why do you say that?"

"Come now, it's no secret here that you're nothing of those words towards a certain someone" Tone chuckled.

Voldemort's eyes narrowed especially when the rest of his members smirked or snickered amused.

"I assure you, I am all those words and more, including towards that someone as you call him. So kindly keep your—MY BABY!" and yes he did indeed shriek.

"Hi Mom!"

"Don't 'Hi Mom' me! What the hell are you doing?"

Outside the window behind the Dark Lord's desk and looked over the garden, was Harry, hanging upside down, his ankle cover in a strange red colored goo, it was the only thing keeping the boy from falling to his death.

Voldemort nearly broke the window as he shoved it open.

"Wow, it's holding really strong" said a voice from above.

Voldemort and his members- who had went over to see- stuck their heads out-careful of Harry of course- and looked up, catching sight of bright fiery red hair.

"You two!" Voldemort snarled.

"Uh-oh"
"What the hell are you doing to my baby?"

"Nothing" the tow chorused, and almost sounded innocent if wasn't for the fact that the two were nick-named the Demon Pranksters within the Manor.

"Nothing! You call this nothing! When I get my hands on you two Demons, you'd wish—"

"Sorry to interrupt you're infamous death speeches, but perhaps we should help Harry, the thing looks like it's about to bre—"

"Never mind"

"HARRY!"

"WHEEE!

Harry squealed in delight as he plummeted to the ground, which got closer, closer and closer and close— suddenly he stopped, his nose being tickled by the green grass.