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Prompt: Imperious, Amnesia, Heir (Immortal Aussie)

The title of this comes from the song "The Chosen" by Voltaire.

Word Count: ~500 Warnings: Character Death



"Harry, please. I'm just trying to help you!"

"Ha, right. Like you give a shit about my health."

The Dark Lord growled. When he finally figured out which incompetent fool was responsible for this...

"What will it take to prove to you that I'm not lying?"

Harry paused, obviously not expecting this from the man who, as far as he was concerned, wanted nothing more than to see him dead. After a moments thought, he had decided.

"Snape. I want Snape to tell me what's going on."

"I thought you might say that." With that, Voldemort left the quarters, searching for his Potions Master.


Fifteen minutes later, the three of them were ensconced in the Dark Lord's quarters, while the former professor tried to explain that 10 years had passed since the enmity between Harry and Tom- "Yes, Potter, Tom,"- had changed drastically. He outlined Dumbledore's manipulations, and how the two had finally discovered the truth and fought back against the man who had used them for his own glory

Finally, he told Harry of his life in the years since, detailing the two years he had taught Defence at Hogwarts before leaving to raise his own child.

The younger man was staring at his former teacher, shocked. He opened his mouth, but before he could begin asking questions, he was interrupted as another person entered the room.

"Father? Is Dad alright now?" A child of about eight stood in the doorway. He had messy black hair and bright green eyes.

Tom, noticing Harry's shocked expression, leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"That's our son and my heir, Julius. Ginevra Weasley offered to carry him for us."

"Ginny? She was the mother? Where is she?"

"There was an accident, about four years ago. The Weasleys were in Egypt, and one of tombs had a trap in it that the Curse Breakers had missed... I'm sorry."

Harry let out a quiet sob. Julius, seeing his father's distress,
rushed to the man's side.

"Daddy, what's wrong?"

Harry's paternal instincts kicked in, and he pulled the boy onto his lap, wrapping his arms around him.

"Don't worry, it's alright."

The two sat quietly in the chair as Harry let everything he heard that afternoon sink in.

More than a decade of his life was gone, wiped from his mind. But as he sat there, his son on his lap and his lover at his side, he thought he felt a glimmer of recognition...

"Wait- I think I'm starting to remember!"


"My Lord"
"What is it, Severus?"

"Do- do you believe it worked?"

The Darkest Lord in a century let a rare grin cross his face. Severus shuddered. "Why, my dear Severus, do you doubt me?"

"N-no, of course not."

"Good." With a swish of his robes, Lord Voldemort made his way down the hall, with Severus close behind him. The Potions Master kept his face blank, hiding his despair.

His efforts to free the boy from this carefully crafted prison had failed.

The last Horcrux was safe.

The war was lost.

After all, who would fight the Imperious curse when it gave them their heart's desire?


AN: I'm not sure how I feel about this- I'll likely rework it sometime in the future. Concrit is always greatly appreciated, and will definitely be taken into account.

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