Summary: Quiet Slytherin, Hadrian Lestrange, is not what he all seems to be; he's got a secret. In a world where the fight between Dark and Light never ceases, Hadrian just might hold the key to victory as the Dark Lord's heir.
Warnings: Slash in later chapters, OOC-ness, dark!Harry, and an OMC.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K. Rowling.
Prologue – Birth of a Snake
"AHHH!" The woman howled in pain, throwing her head back. Her black hair was plastered over her forehead and sweat beaded over her brow. She panted heavily, clutching the sheets beneath her, her knuckles white. She shrieked again, tears forming in her eyes.
"You're almost there, Mrs. Lestrange, just a few more pushes." The midwife stated calmly, trying to soothe the irate pureblood. "Yes, I can see the head now. Just give me another push."
Bellatrix screamed, almost sobbing now as she struggled to continue pushing. The thought of her Lord passed her mind and she found herself pushing harder. Her body sagged with relief when the sound of a baby's cry filled the room.
"Congratulations, it's a boy!" The midwife smiled at her, gathering the crying baby into a towel and cleaning him off, whilst she used surgical scissors to snip off the umbilical cord. After cleaning him and clearing the liquid from his lungs, she wrapped him in a soft blue blanket and handed the infant to Bellatrix.
Bellatrix smiled down softly at her baby boy. She cooed at him, waggling a finger in his face. Her heart warmed as his chubby little hand grasped onto her finger and pulled it into his mouth. He sucked on it and Bellatrix knew then that she would love him more than anything else in the world. Realizing, belatedly, that he was probably hungry, she feed him. A while later, after the mess had been cleaned up and the midwife left, her husband and the Dark Lord walked in.
Voldemort smirked widely, an evil glint in his eyes at the sight of the baby. Walking over, he gently plucked the child out from Bellatrix's grasp and held it in his arms. Yes, the child would make a fine heir; he could feel the power radiating off of the baby. It wasn't necessarily strong, but it definitely had the potential to become great just like his.
"What would you like to name him, my Lord?" Bellatrix asked quietly, interrupting his thoughts. She flinched as the Dark Lord's crimson eyes snapped over to her. She bowed her head to him, her body trembling. Surprisingly, he did not punish her for speaking out of place and instead looked considerate.
He stared down at the child, with the patch of black hair atop its head and the curious Avada Kadavra green eyes staring back into his. "Hadrian Riddle." He replied. He turned back to Bellatrix and Rodolphus. "You may choose whatever you want for his middle name. In public, he is to take up your family name; we don't need fools like Dumbledore to link him and me together. Raise him, teach him to be a proper pureblood."
"I will treat him as my own, my Lord." Rodolphus exclaimed, bowing low.
Voldemort sneered. "See that you do." Placing the infant back into Bellatrix's arms, he stalked back over to the door. "Do not fail me." He threw over his shoulder as he left, leaving the unspoken threat hanging in the air.
The baby had been christened Hadrian Altair Riddle after that, of course, where the rest of the wizarding world was concerned he was a Lestrange.
Phew, glad that's over. I don't know what came over me to write this, possibly the Kuroshitsuji episodes I've been watching. That anime is a major mind-fucker-y; it dangles yaoi right in your face and then snatches it away again! They're doing it on purpose TT^TT! Anyways, Harry, unfortunately, will not have an awesome demon butler to cater to his every whim in this story. Nope, no 'Sebastian' for Harry –sadness-. Moving on, if you enjoyed that chapter, please review!