Summary: What if Harry Potter had a twin? Scrap that... What if Harry went dark? What would any of this mean for the Wizarding World? A re-telling of Harry Potter's life.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Works are not mine. The characters and settings are owned by J. K. Rowling and her respected publishing companies e.g. Bloomsbury.
A/N: This is a slash between Draco/Harry, but it probably won't happen for a while so if you're looking for a story where they're already in their teens don't read this and don't read this if you don't like reading guy-on-guy :) Lily and James are alive as is Sirius; there will probably be quite a lot of light bashing too...Ah well, enjoy...^^
The Beginning Of It All...
In this time are we loving?
Or do we sit here wondering
Why this world isn't turning round?
It's now or never
Now Or Never – Three Days Grace
25th July 1980
The pearly-white full moon, shrouded with grey, misty clouds, hung in the surrounding dark expanse of night and the stars (sparse as they were) pierced the shroud of darkness with tiny pin-points of night. And under the atramental sky, a black bat stole away from a crooked little pub window to his master after hearing a life-altering revelation.
"Ah...Severus." an amused voice called when he spotted the bat that had just flown through the open window in the ante-chamber. The owner of the voice was a tall, authoritative man in his early fifties, dark (slightly greying) hair was styled elegantly to the nape of his neck. His features consisted of a prominent jaw-line and classic-Greek nose, all-in-all, a very attractive man however he did have one slightly strange feature: ruby red eyes. Eyes which told everyone who he was – Lord Voldemort.
The bat's form started blurring and a young man appeared, obsidian eyes that bore into any man's mind, a Roman nose and straight, ebony hair to his shoulders made him recognisable and striking to many. He lowered gracefully onto his knees and spoke with a voice full of respect. "Good evening, My Lord."
The Dark Lord smiled down at his Death-Eater of four years with eyes full of...care? "Rise Severus, honestly, how many times must I tell you that you don't have to bow to me?" he sighed in exasperation at the younger man, who rolled his eyes in return.
"You'll have to tell me a couple more times, I'm afraid," he replied, his voice layered in amusement.
"Come on and sit down, Severus. I was just going over the paperwork," he informed his follower, striding into a room opposite. Severus attempted to apologise for interrupting his master but Voldemort just waved his concern away. "So what are you doing here? You only reported to me one and an half hours ago?" he asked, once they were suitably seated in plush, black, leather armchairs with a tumbler of deep-amber brandy.
"Well I arrived back at the castle when I saw Dumbledore head out, so I followed him," the younger wizard told the older, who nodded in agreement with his follower's actions. "He went into the Hogs Head and into a private room upstairs, I went after him. A while afterwards a woman appeared about the divination position – Sybil Trelawney."
Voldemort exhaled loudly. "As in Cassandra Trelawney's granddaughter?" he enquired and Severus nodded.
"So he started interviewing her and she was...abysmal to put it lightly," he stated in a dry voice, and the Dark Lord snorted at his curt description. "However when Dumbledore told her she wouldn't have the position she went into a trance-like state, and made a prophecy – about you."
Voldemort's sculpted eyebrows shot up. "Really now?"
"Yes. I managed to hear it all before heading straight here. But I have to tell you it is quite...enlightening."
"I imagine so." he commented with humour, waving his hand for Severus to continue.
"It was: The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches, born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...And the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal...He will have one of two choices...Defy the Dark Lord like his parents before him...Join the Dark Lord and become unconquerable...The one with the power to empower the Dark Lord forever will be born as the seventh month dies..." he finished with a grim smile.
"That certainly was enlightening Severus. Good observation," Voldemort idly commented, lost in thought. "The only witches expecting at the end of July is Longbottom and Potter, correct?" he asked the younger man, noting the scowl at the second name and filing it away for later.
"Yes, my Lord."
"Two light families," he mused "They would never willingly hand over their child, and undoubtedly Dumbledore has told them of the prophecy and hidden them away somewhere in case I ever found out."
"Unfortunately it seems like something he would do." Severus agreed with a sour face, still thinking about a certain undisciplined man and an impulsive red-headed woman.
"Well then there is only way to solve that problem the,." The older wizard finally said after a couple minutes of silence; Severus raised an eyebrow. "We'll just steal one." he stated, as if it were obvious (which in a way it was) before taking a long drink from his tumbler, relaxing as the fiery substance slid down his throat. Lovely.
31st July 1980
Lily Potter threw her head back with a scream of agony, she had been in labour for the past 8 hours; healers whispered reassuring and praising thoughts at her whilst checking her over and dabbing her brow with damp towels.
James Potter had been thrown out of the room 6 hours previously, after all he did was pace about – which annoyed his wife to no end. Currently he was outside the room, pacing a hole into the carpet with his best friends Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew for company (Remus had suddenly disappeared one night, and none of them knew where).
"That's it Lily, one more push." one healer cheered on, said woman panted heavily, attempting to get more air into her lungs. She screeched as another large something was squeezed out from her, smiling relievedly as a newborns cry wailed into the night. And Lily sighed a huge sigh of exhaustion and contentment as two bundles were pressed into her arms, her children – her twin boys.
The elder of the two had a spattering of dark auburn hair and dark blue eyes, weighing at 7lb, 6oz.
The younger of the two however, had a shock of black hair and light blue eyes, weighing at 5lb, 1oz, he was tiny, and with one minute knuckle between his boneless gums he was the epitome of innocence. But this boy was born an hour and 43 minutes after his twin, he was born on the 31st July 23:59 PM, born as the seventh month died...
31st October 1981
Six figures stood in the shadows of a tall cottage, and the light streaming from the bottom window was the only indicator the house had inhabitants. The tallest figure stood at the front of the group, leading them.
"Lucius report," commanded Voldemort sharply, staring into the alert silver eyes of Lucius Malfoy. "Where is Pettigrew at the moment?" he questioned the blonde, who just smirked maliciously in return.
"In the atrium of the Ministry clutching his confession in his grimy, pudgy little hand. Soon everyone will know exactly who betrayed the precious Potters," he informed them happily.
"Honestly Lucius. It is really hard to forget your flair for dramatics with these acts you perform." Voldemort sighed exasperatedly. "I said place him in a natural position where he could easily be found, not in an extremely suspicious place where people will doubt his sincerity as he confesses all his sins on a couple sides of parchment." Lucius didn't even find the act of at least looking apologetic worth his time, as he grinned and shrugged his shoulders. Voldemort just shook his head in resignedness and addressed the rest of the group.
"Are you ready everyone?" Voldemort asked the five youths before him, his five most trusted. Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, Rodolphous, Rabstan and Bellatrix Lestrange. The all nodded back at him, with the exception of Bellatrix who bounced excitedly on her toes; her beautiful wavy tresses blowing with ferocity in the biting October wind.
Her companions couldn't bring themselves to tell her to calm down, after all for the past five years, she had consulted numerous healers and spent a fortune of the Black money, yet always received the same outcome: infertile. They could never diagnose a reason why she was infertile, she just was, it was one of those horrible coincidences in life. After she found out her condition she hated herself, she fell into depression and retreated from society. All she ever wanted was a child of her own, ever since she was a child herself, she wanted someone her and Rodolphus could love. So when Voldemort told her that she would be the one to care for the Potter boy, she cried tears of joy as her husband silently held her.
"The Potters aren't here at the moment." he informed his followers. "They decided to have some alone time," he sneered, agreeing with several exclamations of disgust wrenched from the other Slyhterins. "So they only have their nursemaid caring for them. I want this as a simple stun and grab, got it?" They all agreed, drawing their hoods and placing bone-white masks over their faces to hide their features.
"Now you say it is the dark-haired one we want?" he asked Hogwarts newly appointed Potions Master after Slughorn took a particularly nasty fall down the stairs; Severus stated it was with a tame sneer.
"I am aware you loathe the senior Potter Severus, but really?" he said, shaking his head in chastisement. "This child will soon be a Lestrange not a Potter, do not cloud your judgement with sins that are not his." The younger wizard nodded along to the Dark Lord, offering the man a small smile in apology. "And Severus, I know you used to be infatuated with the girl, will that waver your loyalty to me?" he asked softly; ruby eyes warm, already knowing the answer.
Severus shook his head rapidly. "Never, My Lord. Besides..." he smirked. "I'm how do you describe it? Infatuated? Yes, infatuated with another."
Voldemort sniffed the air. "Yes I heard about that Severus," he told the younger in a voice that said 'we'll-be-speaking-of-this-later'. Severus visibly paled. "But onto the task at hand." The Dark Lord continued with amusement.
"Oh yes, my Lord." Severus quickly replied, scowling as the others chuckled fondly at him.
Voldemort sauntered towards the wooden door, which he knocked upon, and not even a minute later it opened to reveal a young woman with short brown hair and large almond eyes. She froze upon seeing him.
"Hello my dear." he smiled menacingly at her; she squeaked. "Stupefy." he cast with a smirk, watching her body collapse gracelessly to the ground. "Rodolphus and Rabastan guard the back, Lucius and Severus the front. Understood?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, they nodded; Bella continued bouncing. "Bella dear." he called out to her and she turned with a large smile.
"Yes my Lord?" she asked breathlessly.
"You're coming with me to the nursery, just to make you calm down, mind." he told her and she squealed in delight; the others just rolled their eyes at her antics.
"Thank you My Lord."
Voldemort waved her gratitude away whilst casually stepping over the body slumped in the doorway. He glanced around the modest hallway with a sneer forming on his face, spotting the stairs he quickly bounded up them, Bella gliding ecstatically behind him.
A door to his left was slightly ajar and soothing music was being played from it; he entered the room. Pale blue and white walls could be made out in the dark room by a small glowing orb in the corner, Voldemort saw that two cots stood in the centre of the room and strode towards them and stared.
In the cot on the left was the auburn-haired child deep asleep, a blanket hugged to his chest, whilst in the right was Harry Potter. Sitting on his behind, head tilted cutely to his side, his nose wrinkled in thought as he stared into the Dark Lord's eyes.
Bellatrix emerged from behind her Lord, tired of waiting for her Lord to get the baby; as soon as Harry saw the woman though he smiled a toothless smile at her. Bella returned his smile with vigour, crouching to look the boy full in the face.
"Do you want to come live with me, little one?" she asked him excitedly, and the fifteen month old child gurgled an answer; raising his short arms towards her. She quickly stood and removed the boy from his cot, and just as quickly he grabbed hold of some of her hair. She winced but let him continue playing with it.
"It's nice to see you two getting along," commented the Dark Lord, noting how natural she looked with a child hugged to her chest; suddenly a thought struck him "Pass him over, I just need to perform a spell." she pouted at him, but complied nonetheless. "It's just for a couple of minutes Bella," he stated with a laugh; before looking into intelligent emerald eyes. He gently stroke the boy's cheek, and the child giggled.
"I, Tom Marvolo Riddle name you Harry James Potter as my blood brother."Voldemort said lowly, feeling his magic stirring with the archaic ritual words. Speaking a light cutting-curse he slashed a jagged line in his palm, and ignoring the pain he pressed his bleeding hand to the child's forehead. "As marked by my blood, so mote it be."
Voldemort shuddered as a sliver of his magic left his body, rippling through the air until it entered the child via the blood on his forehead. Harry turned his curious green-eyes onto his new brother. "You're ours now little one, now Bella and Rodo are going to look after you aren't they?" he cooed softly, ignoring Bella's giggle, he thought he looked quite dignified.
He was about to give the small child to Lady Lestrange when he felt a familiar and very unwelcome presence enter the vicinity of the house. Stiffening, he hugged the child closer to his chest. "LEAVE!" he roared into the silent house. "Dumbledore is coming!"
"My Lord, pass me Harry!" Bella urged quickly, muscles taut and ready to flee. He was about to comply, wanting the child far away from that man, but there was little time left. Voldemort could feel Dumbledore's magic already half-way up the stairs.
"My Lord!" she cried, tears streaming from her dark-chocolate eyes, arms stretched out for the baby she so desperately wanted to keep.
"I'm sorry Bella." Voldemort whispered to her before waving his arm in a sweeping gesture forcefully apparating her away from the house just as the bedroom door opened.
"Give the child over Tom," Dumbledore warned the Dark Lord, wand aimed toward the two figures.
"Never old man," Voldemort told him darkly; drawing his wand. "Never."
Dumbledore just sighed, "You have left me with no choice Tom."
"Be quiet! "Sectumsempra!" The bright white light shot of his wand. Dumbledore murmured some words, and the mirror hanging on the wall came flying into his hand, causing the curse to reflect back on its caster.
"No!" the denial loud in the silence of the house, and spinning on his heel he bore the brunt of the curse, not the child in his arms who it was aimed at.
The curse rang true, and the Dark Lord stumbled backwards. A magnificent flash of light lit up the skies, and the only sound in the air on the night of Hallows Eve was the lone cry of a babe.
A/N: So what do you think? This has been stuck in my head for ages! ^.-