Disclaimer: I do not and never will own Harry Potter.
Summary: AU. Harry grows up knowing everything about his real parents even though Voldemort raised him. But where does the devil and incubi fit into this? Severus/Harry
-Parseltongue-"Normal speaking"
Heir to the Dark Lord PrologueA confused look spread across Voldemort's face in a split second as he looked around himself trying to remember what had happened to him. How had be ended up here to begin with was also beyond his knowledge, wherever here was.
Deep red rock forming a cavern surrounded him, the walls, ceiling and the floor all uneven and broken. A few craters in the floor spurted out small puffs of flames ever few moments providing light. Producing strange and unnatural shadows to drift over the rocks.
Groaning softly, he sat up and blinked for a moment before being hit with a flashback.
FlashbackHis wand was pointed at the child of the newly deceased Potter parents. Only a few months older than a year, the young child didn't seem to feel threatened by the presence of the man that the rest of the world feared to name. Instead he gurgled out a small laugh and touched the end of the wand that was pointed directly at him, not realizing exactly what had happened.
Voldemort laughed while smirking down towards the child.
"So you are the one who is supposed to defeat me one day little boy. I think not, you will die this day along with your mudblood mother," Voldemort hissed.
Undisturbed by the hissed voice of the man above him, the child batted at the wand tip with no understanding and no fear.
"Avada Kedavra," Voldemort snarled.
As if he was seeing things in slow motion, the bolt of bright green light flew from the tip of the wand towards the unsuspecting child. Without warning a pale blue with slivers of silver barrier surrounded the child skins deflecting most of the curse back at the originator. Leaving only a lightning shaped scar as proof that it had hit the child at all.
Unable to move out of the way of the deflected curse, Voldemort still attempted to evade it wanting to live long enough to actually become ruler of the world. This plan did not include him dying. Although he had planned ahead incase that should ever happen.
Too late to do anything else, he was hit in the upper chest by the curse. Crumpling to the ground the life that was so evident in his cold and dark eyes was cut away leaving only the glassy stare of the dead behind.
Flashback EndA booming feminine voice brought him out of his memory and back to his current unknown situation. From what he remembered, he was apparently dead. There was nothing that he could do about that.
"So this is where I'm going to be staying for my deeds in life," Voldemort muttered.
"Bring him to me!" the loud booming feminine voice bounced across the rocky cave walls.
Not given any more time to himself to look around, a pair of muscle bound, red skinned creatures came up to him. Each took one of his arms with their clawed hands and dragged his limp and unresponsive body across the uneven and jagged stones.
A deep shadow came from behind him, obviously the place that he was being dragged into. As they dropped his ragged body to the ground, the feelings in it came back, making his back and arms in particular burn from the trek that he had been forced to endure.
Getting to his feet, Voldemort stumbled and caught himself on the wall that he was closest to. Turning his head, he saw that while he was preoccupied the two creatures that had brought him here had left. Pushing off from the wall feeling almost sure that he could support his own weight and stand without an aid, he was surprised when he stumbled once again and fell to the floor in a very undignified position.
A soft voice chucked from in front of him. The shadows hiding the one who had laughed.
With a soft hiss of annoyance at falling to the ground, Voldemort weakly stood again and stayed with his back to the wall in case he should need it if his legs felt too weak to carry his weight. Standing as regally as possible, Voldemort tried vainly to regain some of the former dignity that he had had.
"My little Dark Lord Voldemort," the voice called out to him, as if calling not only to him as a person but also to his soul.
Not moving a single muscle, Voldemort tried to discern where the voice was coming from. From within the very darkest shadow of the room a dark figure immerged into a lighter shadow, but was still too far away, and there was no where near enough light to see who or what it was.
"You know that tonight was not supposed to be the night that you where to die," the voice announced with a slightly sardonic tone.
Drawing closer the figure finally emerged from a light shadow and into the light of a single flame that was held in a sconce on the wall. Allowing Voldemort a glimpse of the being who had called him here.
A darkly beautiful woman, who eluded seduction of the darkest kind from her very being, stood in the light with a mocking smile on her face. A strapless red dress hugging her stunning features, falling right down to her feet, but with slits from her hips to the bottom on each side. The slits revealing her silky pale cream thighs to their fullest. A pair of red, blood re high heeled, knee high boots covered her feet and calves.
Looking from her body to her face, he noticed that her high cheekbones accentuated her full luscious red lips, which were framed by locks of curling blood red hair reaching to her shoulder caressing the skin of pale shoulders.
Lastly he noted her eyes, a deep swirling pit of pure black, made of the most pure black magic that could be felt, he shuddered slightly. Her amusement at his examination of her was also within the black depths of her eyes.
"Now that you are done with your ogling me, my young Dark Lord, we must speak before I send you back," she stated amused.
"Indeed," Voldemort enquired nowhere near as calm as he appeared be on the outside. "You mentioned that I was supposed to have died on this night?"
She nodded.
"No you were not. Just as you should not have attempted to kill the child," she hissed. "The child is more important than you realised. The prophecy you were told you was not the correct version. It appears that the seer was trying to impress a certain headmaster so that she could get a decent and respectable job. She is a natural fake artist."
Voldemort's eyes widened for a second and then nodded to her comment.
"I agree it is hard to find true seers these days. To many fakes have destroyed the good name of divination," Voldemort conceded.
The woman slowly moved towards Voldemort, her heels now clicking on the tiled floor.
"Well now that you see the first part of the prophecy is exactly as she said. She missed the second half, which was actually the most important part for all parties involved. It effectively says that if you mark the child as your equal that he has two main different destinies to pick from. One where he will side with Dumbledore, or the light, this one has no definite winner in the end, it could be either the light or the dark. The other is that he will side with you and your fight against the light will end with your side winning. Together you and the child are unstoppable," she stated with a smile. "I would suggest that you take the tyke with you, raise him as if he was your own, as your heir. Tell him the truth about what has happened so that he may choose, after all Dumbledore would never allow that. Letting him create an emotional attachment to you is a great way of stopping your death by his hand. After all only psychopaths want to kill their loved ones."
Voldemort considered her words and liked the sound of what he was hearing. Not only would it be a blow to Dumbledore to take the lights hero away from the unsuspecting bastard. But also he would have a heir, and since Dumbledore had placed an irreversible impotency charm on him while he was at school, he was physically incapable of creating his own children. He had always wanted to have a child. As she came within his reach he nodded to her.
"Now it is time for you to go back, before your body decides that it will refuse to allow your soul back into it. It would do no good for it to refuse to co-operate and from you to die for a second time tonight," she whispered.
Remaining still as she came closer until she was only an inch from his body. With a quick snake like movement, she placed her lips on his own and kissed him deeply.
Shocked, was a very slight way of putting how Voldemort felt as he stiffened and gasped at the sudden movement towards himself. Taking full advantage of the slightly opened lips, she plundered his mouth with her tongue. Regaining some of his senses as she pulled back, he looked at her scowling coldly and angrily.
"Who the hell to do you think you are?" Voldemort demanded hissing indignantly.
Pulling back she smiled smugly and let her canine teeth, which looked similar to that of a vampires, show over he bottom lip.
"Why, Voldemort, I am none other than the Devil. The icon and pinnacle of all that is evil!" she exclaimed joyously. "Maybe next time we meet I will be in my male form. I would ever so enjoy a good fuck with you. Goodbye for now. Don't come back until you have conquered the wizarding world."
A bright glaring red light covered him, momentarily blinding his eyes.
Disjointed and disorientated, he picked himself up off of the floor. In his mind he was thanking whatever entity that was watching down on him for coming up here to kill the child alone, and not with other Death Eaters to watch.
Taking a moment to get reacquainted with his own body again, that had been stiff and dead only minutes ago, Voldemort spied the crib in the room. The child lay in the crib with small tears rolling down its chubby cheeks. Rolling slightly from side to side as if he was in pain, he didn't utter a single cry.
Clutching at the baby blanket that he was wrapped in, small black grim like dogs and wolves embroidered around the edges, the child's eyes open wide staring at the unfamiliar man in the room that was looking at him. Curious green eyes stopped crying and he stopped rolling from side to side, instead he lifted his chubby arms from the blanket he had been clutching and put them out as if begging to be picked up.
Voldemort looked at the baby curiously. Why would a child want him to pick them up, so he picked him up and out of the crib with the blanket so that the cold night air would not cause the child to get ill. Settling down almost immediately, the child quickly fell into a deep sleep.
Taking a good look at the face of the child, Voldemort tried to see where the curse had hit the child and what remained of its affects. The child, it seemed had only received a curse scar on his forehead, and nothing more. The scar was in the shape of a lightning bold and was around about the centre of his forehead, his rather untidy black hair was hiding it slightly behind his long fringe.
"What is your name child?" Voldemort whispered.
Looking around the room, he picked up on a piece of paper lying on the draws. It was the child's birth certificate.
"Harry James Potter," Voldemort murmured as he pocketed the piece of paper.
Taking care to make sure the Harry was properly sitting in his arms, Voldemort left the room, and returned down the stairs to the rest of the Death eaters.
The instant that he walked into the room the Death Eaters looked towards their lord for their orders, each a little confused by the buddle that was in his arms, but all were smart enough not to question what it held or show their curiosity. None wished to have the Dark Lords wrath falling upon them.
"Burn it!" Voldemort ordered.
With a slight crack, the Dark Lord Voldemort apparated away from Godrics Hollow, leaving the Death Eaters to do their jobs. Appearing in riddle Manor, Voldemort quickly swept through the manor and into his own quarters. His familiar the snake Nagini was awaiting his arrival on a bunch of cushions on his bed.
-Master- Nagini greeted Voldemort as he strode in the door.
Flicking out her tongue, Nagini tasted the air and hissed.
-What have you got their Master?- she asked.
-A child who will one day be extremely powerful and a great ally- Voldemort hissed in reply.
-A child?- Nagini responded confused.
Voldemort had never brought back children before.
-Yes my familiar, this child nearly killed me when the killing curse was thrown back at me when I cast it at him. No one except for us shall attend to his needs until a time at which I choose to tell other of his existence- Voldemort hissed.
Unwrapping the blanket from around the child, Voldemort showed the sleeping child to the snake with care.
Harry moved as he awoke to see the snake in front of his face. Nagini expected the child to dry out, but was surprised when the child stuck out his puggy arms and tried to touch her. His eyes were wide with curious wonder at the creature that he was looking at. He gurgled happily.
"Snake," Harry said as he tried to escape from Voldemort's hold and reach the said snake
-At least he is intelligent enough to know what I am- Nagini hissed amused by the child's antics.
-Pretty- Harry hissed.
Confused by what he had heard, Voldemort looked at Nagini.
-Nagini, what did you say?- Voldemort asked.
Looking just as confused as he was, Nagini looked at her master.
-I didn't say anything, I though you said it- she answered.
-Pretty snake- Harry hissed.
"Unbelievable," Voldemort murmured. "But how? Lily was a muggle. The Potters would never have anything to do with dark wizards. Let alone anything that had to do with Salazar Slytherins almost exhausted line. Unless Lily was from an unknown squib line."
Voldemort's eyes flickered towards the curse scar on Harry's forehead, where the killing curse had hit and rebounded back at him. A lightning shape scar was all that remained of that… or maybe not.
"No it couldn't be possible…" Voldemort mumbled denying his theory.
-What is it Master?- Nagini asked frowning.
-It appears that I may have given the child some of my powers when I hit him with the killing curse hit him and rebounded onto me. His scar it would seem may link us together- Voldemort responded. –I wonder what other talents of mine he will possess as he grows older?-
-We will not know until he grows up and can be tested for them- Nagini stated. –Give him to me. You no doubt have the Death Eaters to deal with from the raid that you were just on. They will have arrived back by now-
-Yes, I better do that now, no point in making them wait any longer than necessary. Be careful with him- Voldemort ordered.
-What is his name?- Nagini inquired
-His name was Harry James Potter. We will rename him as Damon Jonathan Riddle- Voldemort stated.
Nagini coiled up in the cushions so that should Damon slip off of her coils that he would land on the soft pile of cushions first and not be harmed. Leaving a circle in the middle of her coils for the baby's body to sit, Voldemort laid the child down into the circle with great care and patience.
Damon used his little puggy hands to slap out at the scales of Nagini's skin. She watched on amused by the child and fascinated, the slaps were less irritating than bugs landing and sitting on her skin.
It brought a smile to Voldemort's face as Damon gurgled happily while playing with his familiar. He turned towards the door and quickly placed up a silencing charm and covered his smile with an evil smirk. It would do no good for the regular Death Eaters to see him smile, he had appearances the keep up. And anyway, one of them might have a heart attack if they did see him truly smile.
Ignoring the click of the door, which indicated that Voldemort had left the room and locked the door behind him, Nagini watched the child with her slitted eyes. Still tired even though he had fallen asleep earlier, the baby coiled himself into a comfortable position and as his breathing levelled out, feel into a light sleep.
Flickering out her forked tongue over his pale and chubby cheek, she tasted his scent. Memorising it, she made sure that he securely held and made her head comfortable in a position where she could easily watch over her young charge without having to hold it up.
To be continued…