The Angel of Death
By: Lady Kalypso
Summary: AU! Instead of killing Harry, Voldemort decides to raise him as his son. The Dark Lord appears unstoppable with Harry as his faithful warrior and heir, however, things do not go as planed when a 17 year old Harry (goes to Durmstrag) enters the Tri-Wizard Tournament and falls in love with a fiery young redhead. What will happen when Harry learns the truth about his past and the prophecy? Harry/Ginny Harry/OC.
Warning: OotP SPOILERS! (If you haven't finished reading book 5 then I really don't understand why your reading FanFiction...)
Rating: PG-13 for violence, cursing, and sexual situations (to put it nicely)
Disclaimer: Most unfortunately, I do NOT own Harry Potter and all that other stuff.ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE! I do happen to own my original characters and plot line. Please refrain from using my plot unless I give you permission first!
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Draco/ OC maybe some others on the side.
A/N: Reviews are always very much appreciated! (*wink*HINT*cough*) Flames are mean! No flaming! Constructive criticism, however, is acceptable.
..ON WITH THE STORY!!!
Chapter 1*In the Beginning*
~October 31, 1981~
Relishing the screams of the mudblooded witch that Voldemort had just killed with a wave of his wand, the Dark Lord turned to point said wand at the small child by her side. He had an unexpected feeling of unease as he, by habit, began forming the words of the notorious killing curse. He paused.
Lord Voldemort took a moment to inspect the screaming little brat. He had dark black hair that, much to the Dark Lord's annoyance, stuck out in all directions, just like his fool of a father's. The child's tears magnified his large green eyes and his tiny hand clutched his dead mother's nightdress. The baby wailed with more volume that the evil heir of Slytherin thought was humanly possible. Voldemort shuddered in irritation as the brat screamed for his mother once more.
Growling slightly, the Dark Lord once again positioned his wand to forever rid himself of the cacophony, however, the young child suddenly ceased his screaming (much to Voldemort's relief) and looked curiously at the wand, which was currently, pointed in his small face. Little Harry giggled and clapped his hands in excitement.
"POOF!" the little baby squealed at the wand and tried to reach for it.
Voldemort, appalled at the sudden lack of fear, quickly moved his wand out of reach and stared at the child with one dark eyebrow raised almost to his hairline. 'How DARE the brat not be afraid of me,' he thought. Just as the Dark Lord was inwardly ranting, little Harry began crawling away from his mother and toward the evil wizard. The small child gurgled and raised his pudgy little arms in the air as if demanding to be held.
"What? Are you mad, you little brat? Get AWAY," said Voldemort backing away. Then he realized that he himself was the mad one, talking to a baby. He scowled and narrowed his eyes. The child simply looked back at him with huge innocent green eyes with his arms still raised.
Voldemort felt a surge of emotion that he had never felt before. Nothing had ever looked at him like that before. The Dark Lord suddenly felt the urge to protect the small child and, needless to say, Voldemort was highly alarmed by this new emotion.
Slowly he lowered his wand and placed it in his pocket. He stepped cautiously toward the child with a different plan forming in his head. He could keep the child and raise it as his own. Voldemort thought of the prophecy. 'The child will not go against me and I will make sure of it,' he thought as he swept the child into his arms. Harry giggled happily as he was held to the wizard's chest. Voldemort carefully tucked the child into his robes so he would not be seen and turned to the witch who was lying dead on the ground just several feet away.
"Locomotor mortis," cried the Dark Lord as he whipped his wand out to the young witch. He followed her as she silently floated back into the house. He laid her down in the sitting room doorway; he could see the dead James Potter lying in the corner of the room. Smiling with satisfaction he began to walk away when a small tug on his robe and a little whimper caused him to look down at the small bundle in his arms.
"Mama," said the child with his eyes filling with tears.
Voldemort sighed, "Your mother is gone now Harry. But do not fret, I will get you another mummy in no time, my child."
Harry simply cuddled into Voldemort's chest with silent tears flowing down his little face. The Dark Lord made his way from the house and turning back only to set fire to the it and leave his Dark Mark upon the house. Voldemort turned back around and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone.
Just minutes later, the sound of a motorcycle could be heard approaching the burning home of the late Lily and James Potter.
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~At the Riddle House ~
"My Lord! You have returned so late! I was beginning to worry my lord! Everything has gone as planned my lord. Wormtail has just arrived. That fool of a Black will, no doubt, be blamed," said Barty Crouch Jr. as he raced after his Lord, who had just arrived.
"My-my Lord? Are you not pleased?" the young Death Eater asked with slight terror as he followed the Dark Lord into his private quarters.
"My Lord?" he asked desperately but still got no reply.
Voldemort unbuttoned his cloak and all but threw it at his young servant. The young Crouch caught the cloak and hurriedly folded it onto a chair. He turned with a new determined look on his face and was about to repeat his question when the words were lost in his mouth at the sight before him.
The Dark Lord held a small child in his arms. He gently set the little boy onto his bed and tucked him under the covers. The boy looked curiously up at him before give a small yawn. Voldemort sighed and took out his wand.
"Sleep, my sweet child," and with those words the little boy closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The Dark Lord turned to face his Death Eater, whose eyes where wide and had his mouth was hanging open. Voldemort couldn't help but chuckle at sight.
"My Lord?" asked Crouch nervously, still staring at the sight with wide eyes. "Is that-er- Harry Potter?"
"Yes," replied Voldemort evenly. "Now Crouch, would you please summon Bellatrix, Lucius, and Severus here immediately?"
The young man nodded, still staring at the child, and remained where he was.
"Barty!" said the Dark Lord impatiently. "Get out of my sight!"
Without a word the Death Eater ran out of the room. Several minutes later, he returned with the three others following him. Each one bowed deeply and stole a glance at the boy sleeping soundly in the bed.
"I see you have all ready told them my surprise, Barty." Voldemort glared at the young blonde man. Crouch shrunk slightly and quickly mumbled "Forgive me, my Lord. I didn't know-"
"Silence," commanded Voldemort surveying the Death Eaters. "You may rise," he said to them.
They each stood firmly waiting for their Lord to explain.
"Bella, come forward." The beautiful young witch came forward with a determined look on her face. "I have been thinking, love. It is time for me to settle down and marry. You have proven yourself a capable and worthy witch, Bella. I believe you will make me a lovely wife," said Voldemort taking her hand and placing a kiss on it.
Bellatrix eyes became wide and she looked determinedly at his face. "I would be honored, my lord." She said quietly.
"If I may, my lord?" interrupted Lucius. "You do recall that Bellatrix is, well, incapable of bearing a child, my lord?" This in fact, was the reason he married her sister, Narcissa, rather than her.
Bellatrix glared at him.
"I am aware, Lucius. Which is why I have already solved that problem," said Voldemort turning and pointing at the child asleep on his bed. "He is my wedding present to you, Bella. He is to be our son" He said looking back at his soon to be wife.
"May I?" she asked looking intently at the child. Voldemort nodded and she walked over the sleeping baby. She sat down on the bed and gently brushed a wild lock hair away from Harry's face. "I thank you, my lord. This is more than I deserve. You are ever so good to me." She said looking back at her Lord. He nodded to her before turning to the other three men in the room.
"Now Lucius," said the Dark Lord in a business like voice. "You have a son around his age, do you not?"
Lucius nodded, "Yes, Draco would be nearly 18 months old, by now."
"Good," said Voldemort with his mouth curling. "He will be my son's, well, playmate, I suppose."
"As you know," said Voldemort looking from Lucius to Barty to finally Severus. "As the heir of Slytherin, I have certain traits that are uncommon to normal wizards. My son will need to inherit these traits, will he not Severus?"
Severus Snape nodded silently. "It would also be quite obvious of the child's true parentage if he grows to look just like them, would it not? He does look a awful lot like James, don't you agree Severus?"
Severus glanced at the child before nodding again. "You know what I need from you, Severus. Oh, yes, and I would appreciate if you would refrain from telling anyone about him. Barty, will you please escort Mister Snape down to my personal potion's lab and make sure he brews the potions perfectly. I will not take any chances with my child, Severus. Now, get out of my sight, both of you." Voldemort said in a dismissive voice. The two men left immediately.
"Lucius, you are well aware that my wife seems to already be married to Mr. Lestrange. I really can not marry someone that is already married, understand? Would you please take care of that problem, I am quite exhausted and haven't the energy." Voldemort addressed Lucius.
"Of course, my Lord. Good Night," said Lucius with a bow as he swept out of the door.
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~One week Later~
"NARCISSA! WHY WON'T HE STOP CRYING? WHY?" demanded the newly Bellatrix Riddle.
Narcissa made an impatient noise as she seized her nephew from her hysterical older sister. "Maybe he needs his nappy changed." She said giving him a cautious sniff.
Draco, who was playing on the floor with his stuffed dragons, immediately began to scream as his mother tried to soothe her nephew.
Narcissa sighed and handed Harry back to her sister. She picked Draco off of the ground and gently kissed him on the forehead. "Shh, Drakkie, you know your mummy loves you best." Draco continued to scream as if trying to scream louder than Harry.
"This is mad!" exclaimed Bellatrix, before striding over to the fireplace. "WORMTAIL! GET YOUR USELESS FAT ARSE OVER HERE THIS INSTANT!" she yelled in it. Seconds later, a short fat man with beady eyes shot out from the fireplace. He took one look from Harry to Draco and started to laugh.
"This really is NOT funny, you rat," spat Bellatrix. "How the hell did that filthy mudblood calm him down?!" she snarled.
Peter backed away from her before replying, "Well, sometimes Lily used to sing to him but-but-er-" he quickly said as Bellatrix glare intensified. He really couldn't imagine Bellatrix willingly sing to anything. "Other times James would-er- well he get out his wand and er-" Peter got his wand and waved it in an odd circle motion and large blue cloud appeared.
"POOF! POOF!" squealed Harry in delight. Just then the cloud made a poofing noise before exploding into many different bubble-like shapes which floated pleasantly about the room.
"YAY!" Harry exclaimed and reached exictedly for a bubble, which popped into tiny sparkles. Draco, who had forgotten about crying, watched Harry pop the bubble before reaching for one of his own.
Bellatrix made a relieved noise before turning to Peter. "Smart man, that Potter. It's a pity he was a blood traitor. He would have been quite the Death Eater if he hadn't been brain washed by Dumbledore. He would have been attractive too, if he got rid of those awful glasses and learned to brush his hair." Narcissa nodded in agreement.
Peter nodded before apparating back to his flat. He walked over to his bedroom and reached under his bed. He pulled out an old picture album of his years at Hogwarts. He turned to a page with a picture of himself, James, Sirius, and Remus. They were comically lounging in the Gryffindor common room. He looked at James. He had been so youthful looking in this particular picture. James was beaming up at him while rumpling his hair. 'I had forgotten he used to do that' thought Peter affectionately. He sighed and stared down at the picture.
"Oh Prongs, what have I done?" he said reaching for his wand. He looked determinedly down at the picture before pointing his wand at himself.
"Avada Kedavra"
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A/N: You like? The next chapter and on is all about Harry. I decided to keep his name as Harry just incase you where wondering. This chapter was really just an introduction.
Things to Happen..
Harry's 17th birthday bash (yeah we leap forward 16 years)
What has happened to Sirius and Remus?
How is Harry's relationship with his 'father'?
4. What does Harry look like? Can he speak parseltongue?
Ginny comes in the picture soon don't worry. The first two chapters are really just setting the scene.
PLEASE LEAVE ME REVIEWS!! I REALLY HEART THEM!!
By: Lady Kalypso
Summary: AU! Instead of killing Harry, Voldemort decides to raise him as his son. The Dark Lord appears unstoppable with Harry as his faithful warrior and heir, however, things do not go as planed when a 17 year old Harry (goes to Durmstrag) enters the Tri-Wizard Tournament and falls in love with a fiery young redhead. What will happen when Harry learns the truth about his past and the prophecy? Harry/Ginny Harry/OC.
Warning: OotP SPOILERS! (If you haven't finished reading book 5 then I really don't understand why your reading FanFiction...)
Rating: PG-13 for violence, cursing, and sexual situations (to put it nicely)
Disclaimer: Most unfortunately, I do NOT own Harry Potter and all that other stuff.ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE! I do happen to own my original characters and plot line. Please refrain from using my plot unless I give you permission first!
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Draco/ OC maybe some others on the side.
A/N: Reviews are always very much appreciated! (*wink*HINT*cough*) Flames are mean! No flaming! Constructive criticism, however, is acceptable.
..ON WITH THE STORY!!!
Chapter 1*In the Beginning*
~October 31, 1981~
Relishing the screams of the mudblooded witch that Voldemort had just killed with a wave of his wand, the Dark Lord turned to point said wand at the small child by her side. He had an unexpected feeling of unease as he, by habit, began forming the words of the notorious killing curse. He paused.
Lord Voldemort took a moment to inspect the screaming little brat. He had dark black hair that, much to the Dark Lord's annoyance, stuck out in all directions, just like his fool of a father's. The child's tears magnified his large green eyes and his tiny hand clutched his dead mother's nightdress. The baby wailed with more volume that the evil heir of Slytherin thought was humanly possible. Voldemort shuddered in irritation as the brat screamed for his mother once more.
Growling slightly, the Dark Lord once again positioned his wand to forever rid himself of the cacophony, however, the young child suddenly ceased his screaming (much to Voldemort's relief) and looked curiously at the wand, which was currently, pointed in his small face. Little Harry giggled and clapped his hands in excitement.
"POOF!" the little baby squealed at the wand and tried to reach for it.
Voldemort, appalled at the sudden lack of fear, quickly moved his wand out of reach and stared at the child with one dark eyebrow raised almost to his hairline. 'How DARE the brat not be afraid of me,' he thought. Just as the Dark Lord was inwardly ranting, little Harry began crawling away from his mother and toward the evil wizard. The small child gurgled and raised his pudgy little arms in the air as if demanding to be held.
"What? Are you mad, you little brat? Get AWAY," said Voldemort backing away. Then he realized that he himself was the mad one, talking to a baby. He scowled and narrowed his eyes. The child simply looked back at him with huge innocent green eyes with his arms still raised.
Voldemort felt a surge of emotion that he had never felt before. Nothing had ever looked at him like that before. The Dark Lord suddenly felt the urge to protect the small child and, needless to say, Voldemort was highly alarmed by this new emotion.
Slowly he lowered his wand and placed it in his pocket. He stepped cautiously toward the child with a different plan forming in his head. He could keep the child and raise it as his own. Voldemort thought of the prophecy. 'The child will not go against me and I will make sure of it,' he thought as he swept the child into his arms. Harry giggled happily as he was held to the wizard's chest. Voldemort carefully tucked the child into his robes so he would not be seen and turned to the witch who was lying dead on the ground just several feet away.
"Locomotor mortis," cried the Dark Lord as he whipped his wand out to the young witch. He followed her as she silently floated back into the house. He laid her down in the sitting room doorway; he could see the dead James Potter lying in the corner of the room. Smiling with satisfaction he began to walk away when a small tug on his robe and a little whimper caused him to look down at the small bundle in his arms.
"Mama," said the child with his eyes filling with tears.
Voldemort sighed, "Your mother is gone now Harry. But do not fret, I will get you another mummy in no time, my child."
Harry simply cuddled into Voldemort's chest with silent tears flowing down his little face. The Dark Lord made his way from the house and turning back only to set fire to the it and leave his Dark Mark upon the house. Voldemort turned back around and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone.
Just minutes later, the sound of a motorcycle could be heard approaching the burning home of the late Lily and James Potter.
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~At the Riddle House ~
"My Lord! You have returned so late! I was beginning to worry my lord! Everything has gone as planned my lord. Wormtail has just arrived. That fool of a Black will, no doubt, be blamed," said Barty Crouch Jr. as he raced after his Lord, who had just arrived.
"My-my Lord? Are you not pleased?" the young Death Eater asked with slight terror as he followed the Dark Lord into his private quarters.
"My Lord?" he asked desperately but still got no reply.
Voldemort unbuttoned his cloak and all but threw it at his young servant. The young Crouch caught the cloak and hurriedly folded it onto a chair. He turned with a new determined look on his face and was about to repeat his question when the words were lost in his mouth at the sight before him.
The Dark Lord held a small child in his arms. He gently set the little boy onto his bed and tucked him under the covers. The boy looked curiously up at him before give a small yawn. Voldemort sighed and took out his wand.
"Sleep, my sweet child," and with those words the little boy closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The Dark Lord turned to face his Death Eater, whose eyes where wide and had his mouth was hanging open. Voldemort couldn't help but chuckle at sight.
"My Lord?" asked Crouch nervously, still staring at the sight with wide eyes. "Is that-er- Harry Potter?"
"Yes," replied Voldemort evenly. "Now Crouch, would you please summon Bellatrix, Lucius, and Severus here immediately?"
The young man nodded, still staring at the child, and remained where he was.
"Barty!" said the Dark Lord impatiently. "Get out of my sight!"
Without a word the Death Eater ran out of the room. Several minutes later, he returned with the three others following him. Each one bowed deeply and stole a glance at the boy sleeping soundly in the bed.
"I see you have all ready told them my surprise, Barty." Voldemort glared at the young blonde man. Crouch shrunk slightly and quickly mumbled "Forgive me, my Lord. I didn't know-"
"Silence," commanded Voldemort surveying the Death Eaters. "You may rise," he said to them.
They each stood firmly waiting for their Lord to explain.
"Bella, come forward." The beautiful young witch came forward with a determined look on her face. "I have been thinking, love. It is time for me to settle down and marry. You have proven yourself a capable and worthy witch, Bella. I believe you will make me a lovely wife," said Voldemort taking her hand and placing a kiss on it.
Bellatrix eyes became wide and she looked determinedly at his face. "I would be honored, my lord." She said quietly.
"If I may, my lord?" interrupted Lucius. "You do recall that Bellatrix is, well, incapable of bearing a child, my lord?" This in fact, was the reason he married her sister, Narcissa, rather than her.
Bellatrix glared at him.
"I am aware, Lucius. Which is why I have already solved that problem," said Voldemort turning and pointing at the child asleep on his bed. "He is my wedding present to you, Bella. He is to be our son" He said looking back at his soon to be wife.
"May I?" she asked looking intently at the child. Voldemort nodded and she walked over the sleeping baby. She sat down on the bed and gently brushed a wild lock hair away from Harry's face. "I thank you, my lord. This is more than I deserve. You are ever so good to me." She said looking back at her Lord. He nodded to her before turning to the other three men in the room.
"Now Lucius," said the Dark Lord in a business like voice. "You have a son around his age, do you not?"
Lucius nodded, "Yes, Draco would be nearly 18 months old, by now."
"Good," said Voldemort with his mouth curling. "He will be my son's, well, playmate, I suppose."
"As you know," said Voldemort looking from Lucius to Barty to finally Severus. "As the heir of Slytherin, I have certain traits that are uncommon to normal wizards. My son will need to inherit these traits, will he not Severus?"
Severus Snape nodded silently. "It would also be quite obvious of the child's true parentage if he grows to look just like them, would it not? He does look a awful lot like James, don't you agree Severus?"
Severus glanced at the child before nodding again. "You know what I need from you, Severus. Oh, yes, and I would appreciate if you would refrain from telling anyone about him. Barty, will you please escort Mister Snape down to my personal potion's lab and make sure he brews the potions perfectly. I will not take any chances with my child, Severus. Now, get out of my sight, both of you." Voldemort said in a dismissive voice. The two men left immediately.
"Lucius, you are well aware that my wife seems to already be married to Mr. Lestrange. I really can not marry someone that is already married, understand? Would you please take care of that problem, I am quite exhausted and haven't the energy." Voldemort addressed Lucius.
"Of course, my Lord. Good Night," said Lucius with a bow as he swept out of the door.
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~One week Later~
"NARCISSA! WHY WON'T HE STOP CRYING? WHY?" demanded the newly Bellatrix Riddle.
Narcissa made an impatient noise as she seized her nephew from her hysterical older sister. "Maybe he needs his nappy changed." She said giving him a cautious sniff.
Draco, who was playing on the floor with his stuffed dragons, immediately began to scream as his mother tried to soothe her nephew.
Narcissa sighed and handed Harry back to her sister. She picked Draco off of the ground and gently kissed him on the forehead. "Shh, Drakkie, you know your mummy loves you best." Draco continued to scream as if trying to scream louder than Harry.
"This is mad!" exclaimed Bellatrix, before striding over to the fireplace. "WORMTAIL! GET YOUR USELESS FAT ARSE OVER HERE THIS INSTANT!" she yelled in it. Seconds later, a short fat man with beady eyes shot out from the fireplace. He took one look from Harry to Draco and started to laugh.
"This really is NOT funny, you rat," spat Bellatrix. "How the hell did that filthy mudblood calm him down?!" she snarled.
Peter backed away from her before replying, "Well, sometimes Lily used to sing to him but-but-er-" he quickly said as Bellatrix glare intensified. He really couldn't imagine Bellatrix willingly sing to anything. "Other times James would-er- well he get out his wand and er-" Peter got his wand and waved it in an odd circle motion and large blue cloud appeared.
"POOF! POOF!" squealed Harry in delight. Just then the cloud made a poofing noise before exploding into many different bubble-like shapes which floated pleasantly about the room.
"YAY!" Harry exclaimed and reached exictedly for a bubble, which popped into tiny sparkles. Draco, who had forgotten about crying, watched Harry pop the bubble before reaching for one of his own.
Bellatrix made a relieved noise before turning to Peter. "Smart man, that Potter. It's a pity he was a blood traitor. He would have been quite the Death Eater if he hadn't been brain washed by Dumbledore. He would have been attractive too, if he got rid of those awful glasses and learned to brush his hair." Narcissa nodded in agreement.
Peter nodded before apparating back to his flat. He walked over to his bedroom and reached under his bed. He pulled out an old picture album of his years at Hogwarts. He turned to a page with a picture of himself, James, Sirius, and Remus. They were comically lounging in the Gryffindor common room. He looked at James. He had been so youthful looking in this particular picture. James was beaming up at him while rumpling his hair. 'I had forgotten he used to do that' thought Peter affectionately. He sighed and stared down at the picture.
"Oh Prongs, what have I done?" he said reaching for his wand. He looked determinedly down at the picture before pointing his wand at himself.
"Avada Kedavra"
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A/N: You like? The next chapter and on is all about Harry. I decided to keep his name as Harry just incase you where wondering. This chapter was really just an introduction.
Things to Happen..
Harry's 17th birthday bash (yeah we leap forward 16 years)
What has happened to Sirius and Remus?
How is Harry's relationship with his 'father'?
4. What does Harry look like? Can he speak parseltongue?
Ginny comes in the picture soon don't worry. The first two chapters are really just setting the scene.
PLEASE LEAVE ME REVIEWS!! I REALLY HEART THEM!!