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Halloween night found Lily Evans-Riddle looking longingly into an empty crib, She was unaware of how long she stood there but something simply didn't seem right and she could feel it.
Suddenly the door behind her burst open and she found herself defenseless against Lord Voldemort himself.
"Where is he?" The dark lord demanded grabbing her shoulders and shaking her. Her eyes were wide and frightened looking, but glassy and unfocused at the same time. "Lily, Answer me! Where is our son?" Voldemort demanded shaking her once more.
Finally she seemed to snap out of whatever phase she had been in and sank to her knees sobbing. "Where am I Tom? He came and he grabbed me and Athos and he brought us here. Oh Merlin, Where is Athos?" She then exclaimed looking frantically about the room and in the crib.
"Lily flower, Calm down." Tom grabbed her pulling her close to his chest and stroking her hair. "Who came, what did they do with Athos?"
"I did," A strong voice announced from behind them and both turned to see none other than Albus Dumbledore standing there wand drawn. "Your son is dead,"
Lily gasped and felt her knees begin to shake. Voldemort was trembling but out of anger not fear or despair.
"Don't fret. You'll both be joining him soon." Dumbledore smirked as several pops were heard and the house filled with Aurors.
Lily who didn't have a wand did her best to take cover when the spells began to fly and Tom did his best to cover her but in the end his best wasn't enough when he was close enough he grabbed her wrist and apparated them away from the house.
When they arrived back at Riddle Manor he sank to his knees cradling her in his lap as her heart struggled to continue beating. He didn't know what to do in order to save her and time was running out quickly.
A tear escaped running down the dark lords face. First his son and now his wife all on the same night. Merlin help the death eater that decided to get on his bad side.
Dumbledore upon noticing Voldemort's escape screamed in rage. "We had him and you fools let him escape!" He raged at the Aurors. "Never mind." He calmed a bit. "Young Athos shall take his Father's punishment for him. The old man smirked.
After placing a few glamours on the young Athos Salazar Riddle Dumbledore took the infant to the home of James Potter.
James answered the door slightly inebriated loud music blared from inside and loud voices could be heard. Before James could question anything Dumbledore hit him with a spell and spoke very pointedly.
"This child's name is Harry Potter. He is your son. The Mother recently passed and you are his only living relative. She never told you of the child this is just as much of a surprise for you as it is everyone else. I will train the boy personally and you will not question my methods. Understood?"
James had a blank look on his face and nodded taking the baby from Dumbledore's arms cuddling the bundle to his chest.
"My Son, Harry." he spoke slowly turning back into the house. Dumbledore remained in the shadows a moment as the music was turned down and the party ceased. The old man smiled happily that his brilliant plan was working and went strolling down the street whistling.
*****FIFTEEN YEARS LATER****
The wards to Riddle Manor never alerted anyone within to an unwanted presence. The Death Eaters had no idea what hit them. A long shadow crept across the well-manicured lawns completely undetected before slipping through the front door. Once inside a tall raven haired youth made his way stealthily down a long hall.
He made it half way to his destination before a death eater spotted him and trained his wand on him.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" The Death Eater demanded.
The youth stood straight and tall showing no fear at the prospect of death and the servant of the dark lord had a moment to look him over. He was tall at least six foot or more with broad shoulders he had long black hair that fell to his shoulders and a silver mask covered the upper half of his face.
The youth's mouth turned up into a sneer as he took a step forward. "I'm your worst fucking nightmare." with a wave of his hand the death eater flew back against the wall and a painting came down on top of him the impact alone knocking him out cold.
The noise of course had another swarm of the masked servants running to see what was happening. The raven haired youth jumped into action his cloak billowing around him as he moved. Several of them he took down with a wave of his hand but when they began surrounding him he pulled a sword from the holster on his hip and began slashing through them instead.
When most of them had been taken down the teen noticed one running from the fight and ignoring the chaos around him went after the coward as soon as he was close enough he jumped into the air and a blade shot out of the leather wrist band on the teens wrists he came down upon the death eaters back stabbing the blades deep into the man's spine easily dropping him to the ground.
The raven haired youth then slipped back into the shadows and waited for the remaining death eaters to find some sort of order then they voted which one of them would go to inform their lord that a mere teenager had bested a dozen or so of their best men.
When it was finally decided the teen slid along silently through the shadows following the man to the throne room where Lord Voldemort himself seemed to be rather bored torturing one of his followers. When the man stepped forward Voldemort sat up straight seeming intrigued by the idea of a new toy.
"What is it Goyle? Can't you see I'm busy?" He spat.
"Ye ye yes sir, you see there has been a breach in security someone is in the manor twenty or so were taken down." Goyle trembled.
"You say twenty of my servants are dead and you say someone. Is in my manor? Who on Earth do you really think could take down that many of my men. Surely there are more than one of them." Voldemort sneered.
"N. sir there was only one." Goyle stuttered.
"Alright, who was it then." Voldemort asked pointing his wand at the man.
Before Voldemort could curse him however a hand reached around the man's neck and slit his throat. As Goyle dropped to the floor The dark haired youth stepped forward wiping his blade on his cloak before strapping it back to his arm.
"Ah, that would be me." He sneered.
"Avada Kedav.." Voldemort began before noticing that the teen didn't seem afraid. "I'm going to kill you unless you give me a very good reason not to." He hissed.
"You wouldn't kill your only son and heir now would you? Father." The boy hissed in parseltongue.
"My son is dead!" Voldemort roared. "How dare you speak of him!"
"He is not dead! Though you have tried several times throughout the years to kill him. Your son has been living the past sixteen years as Harry Potter!" The young man growled back before pulling the mask off revealing the face of none other than Harry Potter himself.
"Athos Salazar Slytherin at your service. Father." He smirked again at that very moment the clock struck midnight and all of the glamours that had been placed on him fifteen years previously fell away and Voldemort was left staring into the ice blue eyes of his son.