Harry came into the room, what a foul oder. Patunia was dying his clothes for school. She was trying to decide if it looked right. "Harry! Take your shirt off and put this on now!" She handed him a grey shirt, the dye was still wet.

Harry took off his shirt and Voldimort gasped. Bruises and cuts covered the boy. Even the Greese burn from when he was 5 was still there. Harry was a rainbow of pain. Some bruises were brand new, others old and faded. He threw on the shirt. Patunia decided it looked fine, when he took it off he was covered in grey. He put his shirt back on and continued about his chores.

Morning post came, and a letter came in the mail. Then another and another.

Saturday night. "You have to admit, Albus's persistence is equal to none." Voldimort said. Harry let out a small chuckle. "Oh, just wait."

Sunday morning Voldimort was almost on the ground again in laughter as the house filled with letters. One smacking Vernon in the face.

Until Harry was beat for it anyways.

They followed the chase everywhere, Voldimort always got a kick out of it when Vernon got the letters. Even Harry was smiling.

No matter what he's done, Harry had to admit, he liked it when Tom laughed.

It was storming now. Harry was drawing in the dust that he lay on, on the floor. Dudley's alram went off, saying that it was midnight. Harry blew on the brithday candles of the cake he'd drawn.

Suddenly Hagrid burst through the door, literaly. Voldimort's mood seemed to grim. "Ugg. That brainless oaff. Can't even use a door." He muttered. Voldimort watched the whole exchange with a grimace. He only cracked a smirk when Hagrid grew a pig tail on Dudley. "Bout time."

He snickered when Hagrid could barely say his name. Voldimort didn't say much for a while other than a few snide comments. Still, at least he could respect the oaff a little for getting Harry out of there.

It didn't slip his attention that Harry's mood seemed to brighten when Hagrid was apart of a memory.

Next thing they knew, Harry and Voldimort were in Diagon Alley. Harry was walking into the robe shop. Voldimort was a little put off by young Malfoy, though the enjoyed the bit of attitude little Harry threw. At the younge blonde.

The whole trip seemed to fly by. Little Harry was staring excitedly at his new owl. "Hedwig." Harry said, Voldimort looked at him. He looked kinda sad. The poor bird is probably dead by now.

After everything was gathered, Harry went to get wand. Voldimort enjoyed the bir a chaos caused. Suddenly a golden dust glittered from a wand. Harry's wand. "Curious. Very curious." The wand make said. "S-sorry, but whats curious?" Little Harry asked. A moment od silnce passed. "I remember ever wand I've ever sold Mr.Potter. it just so happens that the Phoenix, who's tail feath resides in your wand gave another feather. Just on other. It's curious that you should be destined for this wand, when it's brother, gave you that scar." "And who owned that wand?" Harry asked. "We do not speak his name." The wand keeper said. Voldimort popped his chin up proudly at this, Harry however only scowled. "The wand choses the wizard Mr.Potter. it's not always clear why. But, I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you. After all, he who must not be named did great things. Terrible. Yes, but great." Voldimort smirked at Harry. Harry only huffed and rolled his eyes.

Before they knew it, Harry was on his way to the train station. Voldimort laughed at him when he couldn't find the platform. Next thing they were on the train.