A/N Hi! Welcome to this overgrown plot bunny of a story, sorry about the summary..i find it remarkably hard to summarise this mishmash but i promise I shall try.
Summary: Harry and his twin lead a fun loving and peaceful life, surrounded by friends and family. That all changed when their parents were murdered, Alex was crowned the boy who lived for surviving the killing curse and both boys where shipped of to the Durleys. A series of unfortunate events later and little Harry is sent to Azkaban. The child not even being of wand age is abandoned in a prison of agony and despair. Fortunately he at least has the company of his Godfather. But when he escapes the world better be ready. For they will face the wrath of Harry James Potter-Black. And he will do anything to make them pay. Even if it involved siding with Voldemort... For some people just want to watch the world burn.
Rating: M
Pairing: None right now but we shall see.
Warnings: There's going to be murder, torture, and i'm going to at least try pull your heart strings at times.
Disclaimer: I most certainly do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters other than Alex Fleamont Potter...though i wish i did...then my friends would BOW DOWN TO ME.
A/N although this is officially my second fan fiction, this is the first where i actually have the full story planned out. YEP that included the dreaded middle! Unbelievable right. Thus i hope you enjoy it! Oh before i start! I adore Dark Harry stories. Like a lot. Needless to say i have read a lot of them. One prevalent theme i always see in these stories is the villainizing of the 'good guys.' I get that. One needs to provide a valid reason for an established 'good' protagonist to turn to the dark side, However i have decided that in my story i will attempt to keep the 'good guys' good. Of course they wont always be benevolent but then they are people too. Still i'm going to try and portray things realistically, in other words expect shades of Gray. I really did spend ages going over character motives to try and refrain from the trap of villanizing your good guys. I want Harry to be the villain :P not everyone else. With that in mind let us begin!
"YOU DID THIS TO ME!" A redheaded woman screamed, agony clear in her eyes.
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT JAMES POTTER!" She continued.
"Shhh Lily, just..." The man 'James' tried to comfort before being interrupted.
"GAAAH I WILL HEX YOU- NEVER FORGi-AAAAH" 'Lily' tried in speak before the pain escalated. James only sighed and prayed his wife would forget her threats once this was over. This he could handle...well barely. But a vengeful Lily potter who was no longer bedbound!? He visually shuddered at the thought before contemplating, were all women this...violent during childbirth? Then again, his wife was famous for her fiery temper so maybe it was simply his luck, or rather lack thereof, and he would just have to resign himself facing his wife's wrath. James let out a loud sigh...
"Cheer up prongs, you're going to be a father any minute now!" An obliviously happy voice called out before slapping James' shoulder.
James simply glared with resignation, "if I survive that long..."
Sirius glanced around the room, suddenly very aware of the murderous aura that seemed to radiate of Lily Potter.
"Er...Moony's not feeling so good, maybe we should just er...wait...out... there...as erm...far away as er possible...in case...er." Sirius stumbled over his words before laughing awkwardly and preparing to grab his friend and escape while he had the chance.
"What!? I feel fine!" Remus replied before being interrupted by James.
"Oh no. Marauders stick together. If I'm going to die today, you're going down with me! James exclaimed, his voice filled with sudden confidence and pride.
"Gee thanks for bringing us down with you," Remus deadpanned in reply.
"Of course! That's what friends are for!" James reply grinning childishly.
"Speaking of friends where the hell is wormtail?" Sirius spoke clearly agitated that their supposed friend was missing this historical event. After all its not every day TWO new marauders enter the world. Sirius nodded to himself, indeed it was a historical day, he could almost see the troubles two rampaging twins could cause in Hogwarts, swapping names, inventing new pranks, and with the marauders map they would be unstoppable! Sirius was quickly snapped out of his daydream by James reply.
"He said there was a family emergency or something..."
Sirus certainly didn't see this as justification.
"Family emergency? yeah I'd say THIS qualified doesn't it? Pshh family emergency? As if we weren't family enough." Sirius muttered pouting.
"HAH Uncle Sirius Pettigrew! I can see it now!" James roared with laughter.
"Hey not funny! Besides I guess I really will be an uncle soon..." Sirius lit up at the thought of his future Godson. The group soon broke out into chatter.
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Little did they know, that only a few miles away Peter Pettigrew was certainly not at a family emergency. Unless you count the visit from Grandpa Voldemort. Oh no, Peter Pettigrew was quite busy betraying his closest and truest friends...
"My...my L-Lord t-t-the p-p-potter girl L-Lil I mean t-t-the m-mud b-blood is g-g-giving birth." Pettigrew stumbled as he spoke, his head so low in a bow he was kissing the ground. After finishing his report, he gathered up his meagre Gryffindor courage and dared to lift one eye in the direction of the dark lord before whom he bowed. The figure before him could scarcely be described as human, it had the face of a snake melting into human. Its fingers too long and the eyes, oh god the eyes, red as the freshest blood, they glowed, but the glow was not natural, it was not mesmerising, no, instead it was toxic, and sickening, an embodiment of unnatural power.
"I ssssee" the dark lord hissed out, his face passive and apathetic, but once again his eyes betrayed him, revealing the ever-burning intention the kill the mud-blood bitch.
"Then the potters are out of the battle for now. And the order has lost two very important members. Your work issss...passsable for now."
Pettigrew decided to take this as a compliment and his joy forgot his fear. "Oh, thank you my lord so you're not going to kill them?"
"You dare question me?" The dark lord replied, blooded eyes narrowing. Suddenly Peter became very much aware of who was standing before him, and the last semblance of Gryffindor courage he held fizzed away like untied balloon.
"N-n-n-no m-m-m-my l-l-l-l-lord I-I-I"
"SILENCE" Voldemort commanded, "sssince you seem sssoo very capable of critiquing MY decisions you will of course be able to tell me why it would be such an advantage to kill the unborn potter bratsss."
"W-w-well t-t-they could er er..." Wormtail stumbled over his words.
"Not capable of speech, perhaps your vocal cords require exercise? CRUCIO!"
After a good 30 seconds of torture, the dark lord spoke again "Well Pettigrew, I'm still waiting for an answer."
"M-m-m-maybe they they might m-might o-o-oppose you m-m-y l-l-l-ord." Pettigrew managed to say, his voice hoarse from screaming.
"I see...do you think me an idiot Pettigrew? Did you not think that I had considered this? And now let me explain to the few brain cells you actually have how much of an imbecile you are. If I kill the potter brats, don't you think that will simply create more issues? kill a few muggles, even wizard no one cares. Kill children, and well. The order has themselves martyrs. Martyrs to inspire and ignite the spark of further opposition. Anyway, this war will be over by the time they reach adult hood and prior to that they are no threat. Now Pettigrew as you have wasted my time I believe you should be punished."
Peter gulped with fear at his master's words.
The Dark Lord was quite pleased with how easy it was to unnerve the rat, at the same time he was furious that the quivering man had dared question him. No one questioned the Dark Lord, no one. Oh, Voldemort would be having fun with this.
"But, I am far too busy to waste any time on you, and frankly simply looking at you disgusts me."
This time Peter almost breathed a sigh of relief. His Lord would spare him!
"With that in mind, I believe it would be much more beneficial to let Bellatrix entertain you."
Voldemort nearly laughed at the expression of the man's face, unbelievable! As if the great Lord Voldemort would show mercy to anyone. At times the Dark Lord had to wonder, how on earth had the pathetic specimen before him ever made it to Gryffindor. The sorting hat must be going senile he concluded, for there was no way the rat like man had any semblance of bravery. In truth Peter did had the potential for courage deep inside him, the sorting hat had known this, unfortunately the hat also knew how often the man portrayed cowardice. The hat had hoped, perhaps in vain that putting the –at the time child, in Gryffindor would allow that potential to blossom. How wrong had the enchanted head wear been.
Immediately the colour drained from Pettigrew's face. The dark Lord was terrible. But he rarely let out permanent wrath on his followers. Bellatrix however, she was a different story, the woman was insane, clinically so. She didn't know the meaning of mercy.
He was dead... or at least, he hoped so.
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Back at the hospital the remaining marauders chatter was broken by the sound of Lilys scream. Followed by the screams of two little boys. James was left speechless as he was showed the babies-his babies he had to keep reminding himself. His children. He was a father. Suddenly, he felt rather faint, but he was determined, he would not faint! Not at all, his father had apparently fainted at his birth, well James Potter was better than that he was brave, strong, charismatic and...and a father. At that moment James world went fuzzy and the next thing he knew he was getting intimate with the floor.
"Ughh...what happened," the disorientated marauder asked in confusion.
"Hah and you said you wouldn't faint! You owe me a drink!" Sirius laughed before being reprimanded by Lily, who by now had recovered if slightly.
"Shhh, now look you have woken the twins."
Lilys comment snapped James back into the reality of fatherhood, for the first time, he picked up his children.
The oldest was named, Alex Fleamont Potter, after his grandfather, he was an adorable child, having inherited his mother's flaming hair and his father's warm brown eyes. The youngest was equally adorable in James's completely and utterly unbiast opinion, He was named Harry James Potter, after James himself. On Lilys insistence of course! ….mostly. Hey no one said he wasn't vain! The child had James's raven black hair and despite there being only a few strands it already hung messily from his head, 'Ahhh the Potter curse' James thought, no potter was safe. 'Better than whatever is wrong with snivelluses head', he mentally added. The most enchanting feature of the boy's face had to be his eyes. Clearly Lilys work, his eyes shone like the light of the Avada Kedavra curse. Still James did not like the morbid simile, no to him his son's eyes shone of the brightest emeralds and wildest forests, that along with his porcelain skin make the child look positively..."magical".
"Arnt they?" Remus added, his voiced hushed as not to disturb the curious children.
"yeah." Was the only reply James could manage.
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Over the next few years the twins, grew up with a life of pranks and fun. The Dark Lord was still active, and make no mistake, the wizarding world was in the midst of war. Yet, war is a foreign concept for children whose only woe is being denied desert. For now, things where good. Both Lily and James still supported the order and their efforts, but stayed away from dangerous tasks, after all it wasn't simply about them anymore.
One afternoon the twins were playing in the garden. It was there 5th birthday and they were very proud of achieving such a mile stone of age. All day long they ran around proclaiming that since they were not 5 years and 4 hours they were not to be treated like babies and as such deserved an adults portion of sweets and made other such declarations. Much to their display their sensible propositions were vetoed by the adults of the house, who for some reason seemed much to giddy and amused by their serious issues. It was on this day that both boys received presents from Alex's Godfather, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. They were ecstatic to receive sweets of all kinds and... socks. Ok maybe that part didn't excite them so much. Still gifts of any kind were cause for celebration and the twins happily ran around having a sock fight. Remus and Sirius, who had come over for the occasion watched them while laughing. Still Sirius couldn't help but notice the look of sadness which plagued Remus. He didn't have to ask why it was there. He knew all too well. You see James and Lily had at first asked Remus to be Alex's Godfather. For Remus this singular event was one of the best moments of his life. His best friend had asked him, a werewolf, to be a potential guardian of his child and heir. Then it hit him. His best friend had asked him. A werewolf. That's when Remus knew he had to decline. Werewolves weren't allowed Jobs, most were poor and Remus only managed because of James help. Even if he did accept. The ministry wouldn't see it as official, no..he couldn't accept, even if all his heart yearned for him to do so. Still there was no point crying over spilled milk, Alex had a wonderful Godfather and Remus realised he still got to play a large role in the boy's life, and that would do.
It was on this same day that Sirius decided to grace his Godson with a present too. Or rather he begged his Godsons parents to let him give this gift to his Godson.
"James, Alex is going to be Lord Potter, someday isn't he?" Sirius asked his voice innocent and inquisitive voice masking his intentions so well one would think he was a Slytherin.
"Whaaaaat, Alex, a Lord Pshhh no! He is staying a toddler forever. I see no number past five for him!" James replied, his face horrified at the concept of his child growing up.
"James all children grow up, you are going to have to accept that eventually you know, Lily interjected before teasing, "oh my, is-is that a gray hair James, there on your head?"
"AHHH where!" James projected the most girlish scream Lily had ever heard, He then proceeded to quickly Accio the nearest hand mirror towards him and began to inspect his head. After checking his raven hair was indeed still raven he sent a pout towards Lily who simply laughed.
"To answer your question Sirius, he is, though only by a few minutes, he is the eldest potter thus the birth right it his." She answered him before frowning "Although really! If it were up to me, we wouldn't have this birth right nonsense. Both are equally amazing."
"I know!" Sirius exclaimed, now was his chance. "And well you see...I wanted to ask that er well...I am the last Black left, and well mother never officially disowned me so I have all the titles etc, and since harry is my Godson, and you know I don't have an heir I was wondering...if well...If I could name him my heir. I know this is completely sudden and a huge thing to ask but then he wouldn't be left out, well...I." He stopped when he saw Lilys shocked expression.
"I mean if you don't want to its completely fine too!" He added, worried that he angered his friends. What happened next shocked him, Lily hugged him and started crying.
Lily couldn't believe what Sirius had said. The Blacks where as old a family as the Potters and of equal wealth, he wanted to give all that, to her little boy, she simply couldn't believe it.
"Oh Sirius. I don't know what to say. I Of course. But are you sure?" Lily questioned.
"Yes" he replied with conviction.
James then put his hand of Sirius's shoulder. I guess we will be family in more than just words then heh. Of course, you need to ask Harry, though I have no doubt he will be ecstatic, he's always adored you padfoot."
Sirius approached the boy, who looked at him with an angelic smile "Padfoot! Do you wanna play!"
Sirius couldn't help but laugh at the boy's energy. "Not right now little cub, hey I was wondering, would you like to join my family too?"
"But I thought I was already part of your family, uncle padfoot?" The child asked with curiosity, as well as worry.
"Of course, you are cub. But if you agree you get to have another nifty name attached to yours. As well as money so you can have all the sweets and brooms you could ever want!"
"All? even the super-fast brooms?" Harry asked sceptically, as if pondering a serious business deal.
"Yep even the super-fast ones!" Sirius replied with a smile"
"Yaaaaay I want the super brooms Uncle Padfoot."
"Haha so that a yes?" Sirius asked, despite being well aware of the answer.
"YES" Harry exclaimed.
Harry then proceeded to run off to join his brother, "Alex Alex! I get to have all the brooms!"
"All the brooms"? His slightly more timid brother replied.
"YEAH, uncle padfoot said so!"
"Heh, that awesome Harry," The barely older boy replied. It was a marvel watching the two interact, though Harry was younger, he acted older, he was friendly open and approachable, as well as reckless and brave. His brother on the other hand, was much more shy, and needed to warm up to others.
Sirius watched the two play tig, as he pondered the day's events, and so it was that Harry James Potter, would become Harry James Potter-Black. "That's a lot of names for a kid so small." He mused.
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The ceremony was scheduled for a month later. In order for one wizard to take another on as heir, a small ritual was required, of course ministry being as it was, the whole thing was foreseen by them and as such was quite a public affair. To say Harry was nervous was an understatement. For a 5-year-old...ehem apologies, 5 and 1-month year old such an event was quite traumatising. Still If Harry was anything, then he was a Gryffindor! And he would go up to the scary looking stage and he would take the scary looking potion and he would drink it while scary looking people watched and he would succeed! ..or so he told himself before grabbing his mother's robe and hiding his face in it.
There were many onlookers present for the ceremony, after all its not every day a wizard names another's child as his heir. Amongst the guests was the headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore. Always a wise man, he was slightly weary of what was about to occur. Sirius was wonderful and always would be, but his family... well they had issues. Albus was worried that once their blood was in the young Potter it may affect him. Still. He was Lily and James' son, and this was there decision. Besides Sirius turned out good and Harry seemed a pure child so perhaps he was worrying for nothing. Still nothing bad ever came from being cautious. Another guest present was Peter Pettigrew. Officially he was there to celebrate this event, though really, he was simply spying for Bellatrix Lestrange, she was quite...let's say agitated when she heard what her cousin was doing. Equally unhappy was Narcissa Malfoy who too had...issues with the event. Both considered a POTTER to be an utterly unacceptable and worthless heir.
Despite the mixed feeling of many of the guests present the ritual was to proceed. Harry gathered all his not-yet-Gryffindor courage and walked forward. As he did his brother looked on in wonder. Alex had always admired his brother, he was brave and strong and everything he wanted to be. He wasn't jealous per say, rather he completely idolised his sibling. Harry then proceeded to pick up the scary looking potion just as he said he would, and before he had time to hesitate he quickly drank it while attempting to ignore the putrid taste which oddly reminded him of his father's old socks. As soon as he drank the potion he felt faint and the last thing he could remember was the room spinning.
When Harry woke up he realised he was no longer in the ritual room, rather he was at home? In his own bed? But that couldn't be right. Looking around he was sure it was his room. It had HIS toys, HIS clothes and HIS posters. Unless...what if he was kidnapped and made to believe this was his room! His five-year-old mind began to panic, luckily at that moment his mother walked into the room.
"Hey darling, how are you feeling?" She asked her voice calm and soothing.
"Ok..I think. Is this my room?" he asked confused.
Lily gave him an odd glance before replying, "Of course it's your room? Why wouldn't it be?"
"Because we were in the ritual place...how did we get here mummy."
Lily laughed realising how confused Harry was. "oh, darling that was yesterday. After you took the potion you fainted and we brought you back here."
"Oh..." harry replied disappointed. He had fainted. Just like his dad on the day he was born.
"Oh, my little Potter-Black you should look in the mirror."
Harry picked up the mirror from the side of the bed cautiously before looking at his reflection. He knew this would happen, but he was still surprised at that he saw. Luckily, he didn't look too different as the Potter and Blacks were related anyway, but he did decide he looked...not quite right. Lily noted that his cheekbones were higher and his eyes held a slightly different shape though the colour remained the same, his hair again, was still raven black but rather than messy it seemed wavier now. He was also a little taller, though his porcelain complexion stayed.
"Is that me? Mummy?" he asked quite shocked.
Lily smiled before replying, "it is my handsome little boy!"
At that moment James Potter entered the room carrying Alex on his back. Sirius and Remus came in after him.
"There's my little marauder!" James exclaimed "Heh you fainted" He added before sticking his tongue out childishly.
"Says you!" Harry replied with a pout, he would never hear the end of this.
A/N and voila done! yaaay it only took three hours...plus another couple to draw the cover...T_T its fine its only like 2am...
Oh speaking of which do you like the cover! Its my rendition of Harry after Azkaban! I'm rather pleased with it!
Anyway i'll try do another chapter soon. Hopefully. i mean i am bored currently...well...when i say bored i really mean i'm procrastinating. UKCAT revision is evil. Dont to A-levels kids -_- ...or i suppose NEWTS if we are going by Harry potter standards XD