The Son of a Dark Lord
Summary: Harry Potter isn't really Harry Potter. Neither is he the Boy-Who-Lived, and is therefore thrown away as trash. When he turns sixteen, glamours unwraps his true self and he leaves the Light to find his real family. Slash, HP/DM.
Pairing/s: Harry(Serpens)/Draco and SeverusLily
Warnings: Rather extreme Light-bashing, Father!Voldemort, 'nice' Death Eaters, James and Lily Potter alive, Harry Potter not being really Harry Potter and so on.
Disclaimers: I don't own Harry Potter.
I'm so sorry for the lateness! I've been busy with my own original works, and have had a general lack of inspiration for well, most fanfiction. Been reading lots of Sherlock Holmes though; he and Dr Watson are occupying way too much of my time (even if they're lovely, we can't have that now can we).
Well, enough from me! Enjoy the new chapter!
Warnings: Extreme light blood-play.
Seamus Finnigan's absence continued to be mourned throughout the week, and people from the Ministry came over to the school over that time. Even Lucius came, and Draco looked at his father in shock.
"Father!" he exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"
"The Minister thought I should come over and show my support for the poor students," Lucius said. "So sad that the school has suffered two attacks on the dear students." He glanced over at Serpens who tried to look innocent. "How are you doing, Draco?"
"I'm fine," the blonde said. "You don't feel sad for the students at all, father. You just want to annoy Dumbledore."
"True, true," the man muttered. "And I'm doing a good job of it as well. He grimaces at the mere sight of me."
"That's because you never bring good news to his sanity," Serpens said.
"Ah, yes, true," the blonde man said. "I have a message for you, Serpens, from your father."
"Yes. Let me see now. 'Stop torturing students, you'll have enough time of that at home' I believe his exact words were, and yes, I've put up a spell around us so no one can hear what we're saying."
Serpens shut his mouth for a moment, pouted and then said:
"It's easy for him to say. He can torture people whenever he wants to."
"Oh, what a difference from whom you used to be," Lucius said with a sigh and clapped him on the shoulder.
"Yeah well, I guess insanity runs in the family," the teen said with a shrug.
Both Malfoys stared at him, and Serpens only grinned brightly.
It seemed like the incident with Finnigan had put the Golden Trio back together, as they sat together at meals and had taken up to the silent glaring at Serpens. He found it amusing. They combined all their sorrow into anger and took it out silently on the one they had since the beginning of school.
He did remember not to smile broadly at them, or attract their attention. It wasn't worth having suspicion thrown over him, and so Serpens bided his time. They would all get his full attention later, when it was time for them to die.
Yes, that was slightly (well, strictly speaking a rather lot) morbid, but he had changed a lot since the summer. Giving into secret desires, such as murderous thoughts, and things he never dared to do in the Potter house. It was like he was finally allowed to think fully, to never fear that he would have to hide it away. Voldemort was far crazier than him, and much more murderous (planning murder always cheered the Dark Lord up) and so Serpens wasn't too worried about his own sanity.
So he continued like usual, studying, staying low, meeting up with the Weasley twins every now and then and of course spending time with Draco.
The two lovers had almost forgotten about Serpens' inclination to pain when it happened.
Serpens had been kissing Draco, both their shirts open but not off. Draco on his back, cocooned safely by the bed and his lover, Serpens' hair framing their faces as their mouths moved gently against each other. In time, the kisses became messier, more fervent, and Draco bit through Serpens' lip quite hard. The older teen's back curved with the intense pleasure-pain and the blonde gasped when he felt blood trickle into his mouth.
They separated, Serpens' lips dark crimson with blood still dropping steadily.
"Shit," Draco breathed. "Oh Merlin, did I hurt you? Does it hurt?"
"Yes," Serpens hissed, moving down again. "It hurts so good."
"Course it does to you," Draco muttered before grabbing Serpens' face and calming him with soft kisses to the cheeks, nibbles along the jaw line, fingers stroking the behind of the ears. Serpens smiled down at him, licking his bloodied lips before letting some drops fall down on Draco. The blonde gave in, licked up the blood and stared right into his lover's eyes.
"Not fair," Serpens whispered.
"Could say the same to you," Draco whispered. "Doesn't it hurt even the tiniest bit?"
"I said it already. It hurts in a good way."
"Oh my god, you're insane."
Serpens grinned. "Yeah, maybe. But you still love me."
"Shut up, of course I do."
Draco bit down again a few minutes later, and Serpens huffed as he tried to control his pleasure.
"You're doing that on purpose," he gasped.
"Course I am," the blonde purred, to which Serpens answered by biting down on his shoulder. Draco's eyes fluttered close and he continued, "We're both insane."
"Yes, we are," Serpens said, licking the shell of the blonde's ear, making Draco moan. "Does it bother you?"
"Not at all so come back with that mouth and kiss me again."
Afterwards Draco lay awake even as Serpens slipped away into sleep. The blonde looked at the slightly swollen lip of his lover, traced the shallow wound with a thumb before shivering. He had put it there. He had bitten down and put the wound there.
It really shouldn't excite him as much as it did.
Fred and George stared at Serpens the next day until he turned and raised an eyebrow at them.
"Blimey mate," Fred said. "Your lip. Did someone chew on it?"
Serpens touched the tender part of his lower lip. He could have asked Severus, or even Madam Pomfrey for a healing potion but had decided to let it heal on its own.
"Yes," he replied.
The twins stared some more at him.
"And it was lovely," he continued, which finally made them look away. "Oh dear, I sounded a bit too happy about that didn't I?"
"Yeah," George said. "You sounded like you're in a freaking bliss."
"I am in a bliss."
"We so don't want to know anymore," the twins groaned while Serpens smiled at them.
The twins busied themselves with tea while they let their friend sit and look happy.
People from the Ministry arrived again in April, before Easter, and Dumbledore started looking haggard after meetings with them. Soon whispers spread throughout the school of the Minister's demands to make the school safer. Some wanted to end the Tournament. Some wanted it to continue, to not show weakness. Some wished for Dumbledore to resign. Others wanted him to stay.
The headmaster was for the first time seriously put under pressure. Cornelius Fudge of course had the support of Lucius Malfoy, because even though he was quite an idiot he had his uses. Distracting Albus Dumbledore was one of the greatest, and most amusing ones for the dark side.
Serpens was having a hard time to not openly show his pleasure at Dumbledore's discomfort but with some help from Draco (aka, the blonde kicking him whilst sitting at the table) he settled down for a neutral look. After all, he also had to be concerned about the security of Hogwarts after the student attacks.
After some tense days Dumbledore managed to shake the Ministry off his back temporarily after strengthening the wards around the school to keep outsiders away. Serpens thought it rather funny, considering the culprit had always been inside the school.
However, he did ask the twins if it would make things harder for them should they need to get out of the school unnoticed, but Fred and George told him about the different escape routes, the secret pathways out of the school. It pleased Serpens to know that even with all Dumbledore's precautions, he was still getting screwed up. Too bad he already had white hair, otherwise it would surely turn white again.
Knowing all this made Serpens ache to put another student in a bed at St Mungo's, but he was laying low and had to plan if he was going to do something like that.
Lucius came to the school yet another time just a shy week after the Ministry personnel was chased away by Dumbledore, and Serpens and Draco were at the shore of the lake as the man came out around lunch-time. It was a Saturday so they didn't have to worry about classes. All the homework had been done, at least on Draco's part, and Serpens only had a Potions essay to complete before Monday.
"Dad," the blonde said. "Again?"
"Yes. The Minister was most concerned about the poor students," Lucius said. "I have a few Aurors with me who will test the new wards."
"I imagine Dumbledore isn't particularly happy about it," Serpens said.
"Oh, he's most furious at me and Cornelius." Lucius waved his wand around, creating a bubble of privacy around them. "And your father, Serpens, wonders if you are going to attempt anymore kidnaps of students."
"I'm not sure yet," Serpens said and stroke away a few of Draco's hair from his forehead. "I can't do away with the Golden Trio without being put under surveillance, but no one has really bothered me except for those. Anyone bothering you that you haven't told me about, Draco?"
"No," the blonde said. "Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil have a tendency to get on my nerves, but that's how they are in general."
"Oh, please, don't remind me," Serpens groaned. "Gossiping witches are the worst of them all when it comes to chattering and giggling."
Lucius' lips twitched into a small smile at that.
Voldemort knew the greatest chance of success attacking Hogwarts would be on the day of the third task of the Tournament. The task itself would serve as a great distraction as the Death Eaters and dark supporters got inside of the wards, and then they could attack. Ministry personnel would be there too, so they could wreck some havoc on that front as well. However, with Cornelius depending on Lucius Malfoy the Dark Lord practically had control over the Ministry already.
He was planning for the attack, but also how to make sure the children of the dark wasn't hurt in the progress. They were mixed throughout all of the houses, even Gryffindor and it wasn't like he wanted to get rid of the children that would grow up to become the future. But some of those children would have their parents killed by him and the dark, and would mostly become a threat to him later.
So troublesome. He leaned back in his armchair and looked over the various papers. Maybe he'd call it a night.
A knock sounded. Nagini's head perked up and Voldemort called out. Lily's head peeked in and said:
"Might as well give up. I'm too tired to think," he said and rose up with a groan. Lily swung the door fully open and stretched.
"Want a cup of tea before going to bed?" she said. "I don't think I can sleep for another few hours."
"Can't, or won't?" he asked as they walked away from his study, Nagini slithering behind them.
Lily tugged at a necklace Severus had given her, and bit her lip.
"Mattie was still my son," she said after a while. "It… hurts, sometimes. I think you know how that feels."
Voldemort nodded. Having your child brutally ripped away from you, he definitely understood how that felt. He and Serpens reuniting were nothing short of a miracle.
"Did you sleep at all, when he first came here?" Lily asked.
"Actually, I did manage," the Dark Lord said. "I won't tell him of the dreams I had though. Dreams of waking up and he was never there. It was all fake, an illusion."
"I never asked how he was when he came here," she said and they sat down in the living room. Voldemort called for tea and then sank back into the cushions.
"I connected to him immediately," he said. "Serpens did as well, quite quickly. There were never any questions or doubts on our lips. We just… started to be. Good thing he got along with Lucius, and that Severus got to know who he was."
"That's good. That neither of you hesitated. I think I managed to bond with him pretty quickly," Lily remarked. "James was harder. He didn't like the fact Serpens was a child of a dark wizard."
"If they only had known which one," Voldemort chuckled. "Then they probably wouldn't have let him live."
"I wouldn't have let them kill him," she said. "He was too bloody adorable for that."
The Dark Lord looked over at her, and quite suddenly realized he was sitting opposite of the woman who raised his son.
"I never asked much about his past," Voldemort said. "But now that you are here, and seeming as our tea just arrived… perhaps you could tell me a bit? About his childhood?"
Lily took her cup of tea, and smiled.
"I'd be honoured to," she said.
People had started to talk about the third task. Everywhere Serpens went there seemed to be some sort of discussion of what it would be. Well, except in his room. Draco talked about it outside of the room, and he had started counting up different scenarios for how it would be. Fighting trolls, fighting each other, a test of courage, a test of wills.
Serpens was convinced it would surely test the champions to the limit but would be deathly boring to those who watched. He was almost willing to bet it, but only almost because his father might have let it slip there could be a potential attack on the school that very same evening. People would be too busy about the task to even think about him. The Dark Lord should be offended, but hey, if it won him Hogwarts he sure as hell wasn't going to start complaining.
"So we'll be bored?" Draco concluded when Serpens laid out his theory.
"Utterly," he said.
"You really sure?"
"Yep. Unless some outward-influence makes the place livelier." There, solved it. So even if Voldemort interrupted the third task, Serpens would still technically be right.
"You know something," Draco accused.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," the older teen said. "Don't you have homework?"
"Nope, finished it all," the blonde said.
They were seated in the Slytherin common room, Serpens relaxed back in a couch with Draco next to him, and they had been a few minutes ago joined by Theodore, Blaise and Pansy. Serpens had tried to look where Crabbe and Goyle were but evidently they weren't there. Probably out trying to taunt someone stupider than themselves.
Then again, that would be pretty hard working finding one. Just as long as they weren't nearby Serpens wasn't going to complain. They pretty much annoyed him just being there.
"And you?" Draco said. "Don't you have something to do?"
"Technically I have a Potions essay to do."
"And why aren't you doing it?"
"Because I'm not," he said. "I'll start with it later."
"Are you two going to bet about who's going to win?" Pansy asked. "I heard those Weasley twins in Gryffindor are already charging people for bets."
Serpens' mouth twitched into a smile. Those two, ever the clever pair of twins trying to make money.
"I'm not sure who will win," he said. "Krum and Diggory lies pretty close to each other in scores but who knows, Delacour might spring a surprise on us all."
"She doesn't seem like the type," Draco said. "I mean, she didn't manage the creatures in the lake."
"Well, maybe she's more of a land-person," Serpens replied.
The discussion faded into other topics, Serpens content to lean back at the couch and gently stroking the soft hair at Draco's neck. Amicus was out on the grounds for the night, so Serpens had to remember keeping a window open so he could get back inside in case the two teenagers had fallen asleep. And perhaps make sure it didn't get too cold in the room.
He didn't get much work done, and in the end went back to his room before Draco as he was playing chess against Theodore. Serpens redressed for the night despite the early hour, and then dragged out his potions book to read over the assignment and see what he should start with.
When Draco got to the room it was nearly midnight, and Serpens was asleep. Amicus was perched up next to the bed so Draco carefully closed the window. One candle was still lit, and Serpens was surrounded with parchments and a few books. The blonde began packing them away, trying not to wake his sleeping lover.
Serpens did wake up though, and glanced up at him. Draco looked back.
"I had a dream," Serpens said.
"Alright. What about?"
"Dumbledore… his head… was on a plate… with, well, things still sticking out."
"You mean like blood vessels and sorts?" the blonde asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, like that," Serpens said. "It was very messy."
"Can't imagine why," Draco muttered and finished changing. "Was there something else?"
"No, just his head. He was kind of grimacing, it was disgusting…" Serpens moved to let Draco slid in between the warmed sheets.
"So the gory details weren't too bad, but his expression was disgusting?"
"I don't know," the older mumbled. "You think it was a dream that'll come true?"
Draco snuggled up next to him, yawned and replied:
"Well, one can always hope…"
It was Remus who spotted her first, but not long passed before James and Sirius laid their eyes on her. Sirius' narrowed while James glared in disgust.
Lily. She was walking around Diagon Alley like she had all the rights to be there, like she hadn't abandoned James and their son and Sirius' hands tightened into fists.
"How dare she?" he growled.
James was already stalking up to her and grabbed her arm. Lily turned around in surprise, and then stared at James.
"James," she said. "Would you let me go?"
"What the hell are you doing here?" the man growled.
"I'm out shopping," she snapped. "You know, like everyone else does. Now let me go!"
He only tightened his grip, grinding her bones together and got close to her face.
"You dare showing your face in front of me," he hissed. "You got some nerve, you bitch!"
"The bitch now am I?" Lily said, the green eyes turning cold and then she laughed him right in the face. "Then how about you be pitiful little wanker who threw your wife out the moment she voiced her own opinions?"
He moved as to slap her, he had never done that before but there was always a first one, when people parted hurriedly. James looked up to see why.
Narcissa Malfoy glided down the street, dressed in white that made her blonde hair appeared paler than it already was. Her eyes sparkled with ice though, and they were locked onto James and Lily.
"Mind you own business!" James snapped at her.
"Oh, Mr Potter, I am," Narcissa said. She then put her hand on James', the one holding Lily's arm, and with surprising strength she pulled it away and twisted it so James yelped at the pain. She smiled in malice at him, eyes narrowing in cold calculation. "Lily, are you quite finished here?"
"Why?" Lily asked. "You got that look on your face, Cissy."
They gasped hearing Lily use a nickname on the cool aristocratic dark lady, but Narcissa seemed far from upset. Instead she laid a pale hand on Lily's arm and smiled.
"I've decided to fit a robe for you."
To their surprise, the redheaded woman groaned.
"Not another one!" she said. "Please!"
"Now, now, you can't get away."
"Yes, if I run fast enough!"
Before she could do the running though Lucius Malfoy seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and now placed a hand on Lily's shoulder. She bemoaned her fate and said:
"Why are you helping her, Lucius?"
"Because otherwise she would fit me another robe," Lucius said. "She has a talent about making small changes that result in me standing with that bloody robe on for hours."
"You mean subtle torture?" Lily asked, looking over at Narcissa who by then had let go of James and was busy dusting her dress off, as if touching him had dirtied her down.
"Precisely, my dear," the blonde man said, glancing over at the three slack-jawed friends. "Cissy is so much better at torture than I'll ever be."
"Don't say such flattering things, darling, you're making me blush," Narcissa said sweetly, looping her arm with Lily and staring at her husband until he did the same on Lily's other side, effectively trapping her. "Now, Lily, come along."
Lily sighed but then nodded and vanished down the street between the two Malfoys. It took James several minutes to get his mouth working, and the three former Marauders vanished to tell Dumbledore of this strange development.
Severus was scowling one day and had three first-years cry twenty minutes into the first lesson of the day, and it would only get worse. Even Slytherins treaded carefully around him, and after dinner Serpens snuck down to Severus' personal quarters to find out what was wrong.
The man was pacing, and looked up when Serpens entered.
"Close the door," he inquired softly.
"You're not going to yell at me?" Serpens asked.
"No," Severus sighed and rubbed his forehead. "It's just… Potter and the others saw Lily with Lucius and Narcissa. They've alerted Dumbledore and are classing her as potential danger. She can't go out anymore."
All of a sudden there was an icy lump sitting in Serpens' stomach, hearing that. Then the ice melted and became burning hot rage. He took a breath though, several ones in fact, and said:
"Does father know?"
"Of course he does, he was the first one I told. I was going to tell you but… oh, I've been in such a mood the whole day."
"Yeah. We noticed," the teen said. "I think even that half-giant's pet, still in the hut, noticed. Thinking about it, I'm sure the squid in the lake could feel the vibes."
"Don't be overdramatic," Severus snapped, but he didn't look too angry about it.
"And Dumbledore hasn't connected your foul mood with the whole 'Lily-must-be-evil'-business?"
"No, I pretended the lord had demanded several potions and punished me severely when I didn't get finished in time."
"Oh. So you mean you've been walking around simulating Crucio all day long?"
"It's harder than it looks," Severus confessed and they now both managed to sit down in front of the hearth. "But he didn't seem to be too bothered. He was more disturbed about the rumours."
"Course he was," Serpens muttered. "Merlin, he doesn't even see you sometimes, does he?"
"Makes my job easier," Severus said. "I don't have to look at him except on meals. That's good. And of course the meetings with the staff."
"You guys have meetings?"
The potions master called for tea and said:
"Naturally. I don't exactly idly chatter with them otherwise."
"You don't chatter at all, most of the time."
"Exactly," Severus said.
Serpens took some tea and curled up on the couch.
"Lily okay?" he said after a while.
"Yes, she's quite alright. A bit upset, naturally, but she gets to spend time with Narcissa. I don't know when I'll get away again; I need to check what Dumbledore thinks of my habits."
Serpens picked at the couch's fabric and stared into the fire for a while.
"It's going to end soon," he said. "Just wait for the third task, and it'll soon be over."
"I know," Severus said. "Can't say I'm not looking forward to it."
Serpens raised his teacup in agreement.
I know it's late. Believe me, I know it from the deepest of my heart and I apologize again.
So for next chapter; it will be the last one.
I know, a bit sudden but I realized it was all coming to an end. So, next chapter: The third task, the attack, the revelation and the aftermath. Who will emerge victorious out of the fire, the dark or the Light?
Look forward to it, and I will try to not be so late with it.