Just to let you all know, this is a re-post of chapter 1, with a few minor changes. When I first started this story, I didn’t really have a clear grasp on the Fidelius Charm. I hope it’s better this time around.

Also, to point out, that there is a reason Voldemort is so OOC in the later chapters. And, finally, all together there will be FIVE years coverd. I’m part way through the third, right now, but it has yet to be completed.

“Brothers in Arms”

Disclaimer: Well, what J. K. Rowling doesn’t know is that I have secretly purchased Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy for my own twisted kinky pleasure using the Malfoy-Black fortune combined… She only owns the others! back to the 3-some now…

Summery: YEAR 1 When Voldemort goes to kill James and Lily Potter, Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape accompany him. Why kill your enemy when you can have a friend raise them to covet you? Why not! What happens to the ‘Golden Boy’… now that he’s the bad guy? Can he be redeemed? Will he want to be, even after he knows the truth?

Rating: R/NC-17 eventually. SLASH!!

A/N: Some spoilers for all three films… Because I don’t remember the books well enough LOL! Changed to fit the first few chapters.

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Chapter 1

The Dark Attack

James Potter ran through his house, checking the various protection charms keeping himself and his family safe. Albus Dumbledore had them erected shortly after he and Lily had married, and reinforced once Harry had been born. Lily sat in the living room, calmly bouncing Harry on her lap, a small smile playing on her lips. She had the utmost faith in Dumbledore; his charms wouldn’t let them down. James ran back down the hallway and flung open the door; with a gasp he noticed the three hooded figures standing just out of reach of the Fidelius.

The trio of Wizards looked from the house to the left of theirs, to the house on the right. Lord Voldemort, aka Tom Riddle had been a member of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry a while ago, also responsible for releasing the Basilisk and getting Hagrid expelled. After his hood was dropped, the other two followed suit. First, Lucius Malfoy, it didn’t take a good look at the male to recognize him; the long slicked back practically silver hair was a Malfoy trademark. They all seemed born with hair that color.

Malfoy was known to drabble in the Dark Arts and had taken a great interest in Voldemort, especially since the Dark Lords hatred for Muggles was unearthed. With a sigh James turned his attention to the last of the party.

The last of the group happened to be Severus Snape, or Snivellus as the Marauders liked to call him. His long greasy hair hung over his face, and with an irritated expression marring his usually angry face, he flicked the offending locks behind his ears. With a sneer in Potter’s direction he smiled to Malfoy.

“So, Snivellus, finally find a better bully to ass lick than Malfoy?” James shouted at him, even though he knew Severus couldn’t hear him, while rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.

With a snort, James headed back inside. As the door closed, Voldemort smirked, his head turning towards the sound. Voldemort took a piece of paper out of his pocket, read over it, and handed it to his two Death Eaters.

“Lily, there are three of them outside, Voldemort and two others. The Fidelius should hold, has so far. Be prepared to floo though.” James told her, while picking his son off her lap and hugging him tightly. Lily stood and headed to the fireplace; lifting the pouch of green powder off the mantelpiece she clutched it close to her and took Harry back from her husband.

“I love you, James.” She told him with tears in her eyes.

“Lily.” He shushed her, wrapping his arms around her comfortingly as he whispered in her hair. “I love you too.” He smiled lovingly and looked down at his son, whose face was upturned to look at him, emerald eyes staring back imploringly. “I love you, my beautiful baby boy.” Harry cooed as his father spoke to him, before bursting into tears as a piercing alarm went off.

“Lily, RUN!” James cried as the three men burst through the doors.

“How? How did you get past the Fidelius?” James asked in astonishment.

Without answering Snape and Malfoy ran at him, he ducked the two easily causing them to bash their heads together. “Enough of this.” Voldemort cried as Malfoy raised his wand at Potter. With a shout of “Avada Kedavra” a green light shot from the wand and hit a stunned James in the chest, barrelling him backwards into the staircase.

From the living room Lily gasped and ran out in front of them, and darted up the stairs. “Stop.” Voldemort commanded, freezing the young woman in place, baby clutched tightly to her chest. The pouch of floo powder dropping and spilling uselessly across the stairs.

“Please no.” She begged pathetically, her only concern for her son.

“The boy… NOW!” As the Dark Lord roared, Lily felt his magic slip; darting up the stairs she locked herself in the bedroom. She searched frantically for her broom so she could fly her son safely out of the house, before remembering it was downstairs still.

The door flew open before she had a chance to do anything else and another killing curse hit her, this time by Voldemort. Harry dropped thankfully, on the bed with a bounce and a small giggle, not realizing the danger he was in.

“Why?” she whimpered in pain, falling helplessly to the floor.

“Your… son… interferes with my plan.” He hissed. “Avada Kedavra.” He smirked as Lily stopped breathing. He waved the wand at Harry, the killing curse leaving his lips another time, and a green light appeared around the one-year-old. The curse immediately shot back at Voldemort knocking him off his feet. Harry began to scream for all his was worth.

His head spun. Voldemort pressed a hand to his mouth, trying to fight back the nausea, which rose within him. Dizzy, confused and in pain he starred at the screaming child with shock. With a pained groan, Voldemort pulled himself to his feet and neared Harry again. On Harry’s forehead, was a lightening bolt shaped cut, a slow trickle of blood oozing form the wound.

Leaning over the edge of the bed, Harry held his arms down and whispered, “Mama… up.” When his mother simply stared at him with lifeless eyes Harry tried again louder. Still nothing. With a sob, he looked towards the three men, searching for his father. Not seeing him there either he held his arms out to the nearest one that didn’t seem a threat.

“Up… Up…” The boy chanted bouncing on the bed softly.

Lucius Malfoy pulled back in shock, the child wanted him to pick him up. With a gulp he looked towards Voldemort to see what he should do, after receiving a nod, Malfoy lifted the small child, Draco’s age he realized, into his arms. Immediately the whimpers and calls stopped and Harry burrowed against the Death Eaters shoulder.

“What shall I do with him?” Lucius asked his master carefully.

“Raise him.” The answer was simple as Voldemort turned and left the room, followed by two shocked Death Eaters.

“Why?” Snape gasped for his friend’s sake.

“Why kill an enemy- who seems unkillable -when he can be raised to follow me? And destroy my other enemies.”

“But sire…” Snape sneered at the child. “He is a Potter.”

“He is a child, what’s in a name?” He shrugged his shoulders turning to Malfoy. “Think on it, Draco receives a life long friend, you have another child to mold into your likeness and I… have no worries about that prophecy.”

“Put like that, Sire…” Lucius laughed and cooed softly to the child almost asleep against his shoulder. “I accept.”

Snape raised his eyebrows. “And what will Narcissa say?”

“She will adore him.” Lucius muttered not paying much attention, his focus entirely on the child nestled safely close to him. “After all, who doesn’t love a Malfoy?”

Voldemort grinned in triumph and Lucius pressed a kiss to the boy’s forehead. Severus rolled his eyes, “Shall I be godfather?”

“Yes, I would like that.” With that the three returned to their homes, Voldemort to his lair, Snape to Snape manor and Harry and his new father to Malfoy Manor to meet the rest of his family.

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Thanks for reading, if you re-read, and thanks for waiting if you’re still waiting for a new chapter. There won’t be one until after my exams, and I’ve completed THE ERLKING. :) Please take a vote, at my profile or LJ, for which story I should post when my LVHP fictions are completed.