Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. The only characters I own are my OC's: Vale and Vladimir.


The sound of a small explosion echoes throughout the quiet dark forest. In the place of the explosion stands a man in onyx robes with sickly pale skin. Another explosion is heard, a man in dark elegant silk robes with platinum hair appears next to him.

"Severus—" He is cut off by the other man, "She will take him Lucius."

With that, Lucius watches his old friend march forward down the path with the boy bundled in his arms. Sighing, the platinum man follows. They had no other choice but to trust the other man. He can only pray on his magic that this woman takes the boy or they will end up being on the run.

The walk is quiet, the forest eerily too quiet. There should be noise of the night critters but nothing. Perhaps the sound of their apparating has caused this. There is no way to tell but to march forward for now. Yet, there is something in the air, clinging to the fog that rises putting the Lord on edge.

A two-story mansion, nothing as large as the Malfoy's easily seven times larger and more luxurious, appears as they pass through the wards. As they reach the mansion, the front doors open revealing a man dressed in black, no doubt a butler. Butlers are unheard of in magical families as they use house elves for that matter.

"My Lady is waiting. If you will follow me please." The butler bows and begins to lead the way past a set of grand stair case leading up to the second floor.

Severus enters the mansion and follows the butler to the right of the stairs. Lucius has no choice but to follow, the doors closing behind them. It must be magic as there is no one there. Perhaps there are house elves here.

They pass two sets of French doors on their right; one leads to a large living space as another appears to be a music room if the grand piano is anything to go by. There is another room with French doors that has a desk with couches and shelves filled with books in it. It must be a study.

However, they don't enter that room rather the set of odd black doors into a bright dandelion room with red-orange tiles and surrounded by windows. A sunroom, as only those types of rooms would be surrounded by windows with a set of doors leading inside and outside along with the tiling.

"Lady Evans, Lord Prince and Lord Malfoy are here."

On the couch, a woman with remarkable features like a Lily Evans that attended Hogwarts with them sits upon the couch. The only difference is her hair and eyes; pure white hair with blood red tips and blue-green, perhaps even teal colored eyes.

She looks up from her book, soft white blankets covering her lap. "Thank you, Vladimir. If you will fetch tea and biscuits for our guests, it would be appreciated."

The butler with pure bleach blond hair bows formally to her, "As you wish milady." Then he exits the room, the doors shutting behind him.

"Please, come sit. I am curious why you are here Severus, and why you have brought a child and a friend with you."

The young potions master walks forward and takes a seat upon the couch to the left of the one Lady Evans is on. Lucius follows suit, taking a seat upon the couch opposite of Severus yet to the right of their host.

"We need your help Vale. You must take this boy and raise him as your own."

Blue-green eyes narrow at the sleeping figure in the man's arms. Dark silky hair and pale skin. The child must only be about three years old. "Who is he? Why is it so important that I take the boy in as my own?"

The two men look at one another. Before either of them can say anything, Vale's eyes widen in realization of what just happened and who the child is. "Tell me that is not who I think it is? How did this even happen?"

Lucius speaks up, "It appears your sister used a form of magic to protect her son. We are not sure what magic it was but when the Dark Lord sent the killing curse at her son, it bounced off. Severus was the first upon the scene. The Dark Lord was not killed rather turned into a toddler. The child has no memory of what happened or where he is."

Everything was making sense, it would explain why they brought him here. "So, to prevent anyone from killing the child on hand or having him fall into either side's hands you brought him to me. Why not raise him yourselves? Would it not be for the best?"

The potions master sighs, "No. Albus would take the child from us and either have him killed or put with a light family or worse, with a family that would abuse the boy. He would manipulate the child. I could not risk any of his former followers to learn of his existence. It's better he disappears and that everyone believes he is dead."

The double doors open causing the three adults to lapse into silence. A tray of tea and biscuits are placed on the mirrored glass table. "Is there anything else I may fetch for you or your guests, milady?"

Sighing, she makes a decision, "Yes. Prepare a room for the child. He will be staying here."

Another bow, "As you wish milady." Then he disappears, no doubt to prepare a room upstairs.

"Hand me the boy Severus. If I am to raise him, I will hold him for now."

Standing, the tall man walks toward his oldest friend and gingerly passes the sleeping boy over to the woman. The child stirs, his crimson eyes staring up into teal ones. He looks around confused as to where he is.

"Hello there little one." She props him up so he's sitting on her lap instead. "Can you tell me your name?"

He stares at her suspiciously. It takes a few seconds of determination thinking before he speaks up in a soft voice, "Tom. Where am I?"

Giving a smile, Vale answers, "You're at my home Tom. Would you like to stay here with me, be part of my family?"

His eyes widen at this. No one wanted him at the orphanage. He was confused waking up in a war zone like area and ended up falling asleep when rescued. But now here he is in the arms of a woman asking if he wants to be part of her family. This was a dream come true. He can't help but nod his head.

"Then you may call me any variation of mom." The boy smiles. He finally has a mother even if he doesn't have a father.

"Lucius, would you care to be Tom's godfather? And may we use your ritual room to tie him to my blood, make him truly my son later this week?"

The platinum blond man nods his head, "I would be honored. The ritual room will be ready for your use."

Her teal eyes sparkle in delight with the answer. "Wonderful!" Then they snap to the other man dangerously. "As for you Severus, this was clearly your idea as only my sisters and you knew I was magical and head of the Evans family. I expect your assistance with raising the child as needed. That and it would be nice if you were to visit more often."

Raise a child? That was not what he had in mind at all. However, he can't argue that assisting when needed as well as visiting is nothing as bad as he expected. "Understood."

"Wonderful! Tom, the man with the blond hair is your godfather so you may call him Uncle Lucius. The dark-haired man is Severus, a good friend of mine." She hugs the boy causing him to stay still with surprised as no one ever hugged him. "And you are my son. I won't give you up for anything. You're mine now. You belong to the Evans family from this day forward."


Thanks for reading! I get I have other stories I haven't finished but I got this idea and just had to write it! I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you all think! Any comments, thoughts, or ideas, let me know!

-RebelVale23