Alrighty people,due to Black Snow somehow being popular, I decided to write a followup sequel. Now, I have to stress this, Harry is DEAD. He will not come back through some weird ritual, will not return as a ghost, nor will he be some kinda freaky spirit guide. In fact, the only time we hear about him is through passing. If that discourages you, theres the back button. Click it, and for the love of God, don't flame me. I gave sufficient warning. Now, to the rest of you, I really hope you enjoy this! It was kinda hard to write male OCs and I'm actually kinda proud of myself for this! just as a forewarning, this story is obviously AU, so some characters will be OOC. So read, enjoy, and feel free to drop a review. Also, to the people who read my 'Notice Me' series, that is on hiatus until I find my idea book. After the move, most of my things were lost, and I can't remember what I planned. Add to the fact that I am part of the military, its hard to find time to write. Ok, so enough of my rambling, and on with the story!

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Last thing. "This is speaking" ~This is thinking~ This is either a voice from the past or a flashback

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Black Shards

Its amazing how long a person could go into hiding for. Days, months, years.

Lukas managed exactly a decade. Remus Lupin, the only man besides his mother who had cared for him was dead. He'd been killed when he'd gone to his cabin to change during the full moon. Fenrir had found his hiding place and visciously snapped his neck while in mid-transformation. So at the age of ten, Lukas was left alone, with only Lupin's wand and a knapsack to his name. He narrowly escaped capture for years, moving from place to place as often as he could.

Ever since Voldemort had taken over all of Europe, he'd been running. He ran from Moscow when Russia was taken over. He ran from Nigeria when Africa was taken over. He even ran from Ontario when the Americas were taken over. All his life he ran. That is until he made just one fatal mistake.

He'd seen a group of wizards torturing a child, a boy who looked barely ten, taking turns in taunting and Crucio-ing him. Normally Lukas would just take the opportunity to run and distance himself, but something about the boy drew him. Jumping in, he Stunned the surprised group, grabbing the boy and running towards an alley. When he was sure they were safe, Lukas had turned towards the boy, worrying about any after effects of the Crucio.

"...Are you ok? Does it hurt anywhere?"

The boy shook his dirty blonde head, still trembling from his ordeal. "Its f-fine. I-I'm used to it." He looked around desperately, still not making eye contact with his savior. "I-I have to go now. My mother wi-will be very displeased if I don't get home soon."

Lukas' brow furrowed, furious in learning that this was a normal thing for the boy to go through. He knelt down, trying to get the opposite to look at him. "What's your name?"

The blonde flinched, hesitantly looking up at Lukas. The boy's crimson eyes were untrusting, a bit out of it. "N-Nothus... My name is Nothus..."

Lukas' anger flared up again, this time to the horrible name that was given to this child. ~To be named Bastard by his own parents... Disgusting...~

Sensing the change in mood, Nothus stepped back, once again starting to tremble at the prospect of being beaten again. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to anger you!"

Lukas looked at Nothus' fear filled face and sighed, "No no, its nothing you did. I was just... Just thinking." He held out a hand and gave what he thought would look like a warm smile, "Its nice to meet you Nothus. I'm Lukas."

Nothus looked to the offered hand and then towards the older boy. Somehow, Lukas made him feel at ease. Slowly, Nothus started to smile, taking the open palm into his own. However, as soon as they touched, a force of dark magic surrounded them, grounding Lukas to the floor as Nothus frantically searched for the source. A tall figure came into view, long blonde hair sweeping in the wind as a hand clutched a snake-headed cane. Lukas had heard enough stories from Remus to know who this was.

Lucius Malfoy looked down at the boy who resembled his master's past lover, sneering as those same emerald eyes met his gaze. He then turned back to Nothus, something akin to a proud smile filling his face. "Nothus, you did it. You managed to capture this boy who's eluded us for years." He placed a hand onto the trembling boy's shoulder, squeezing it reasuringly, "Our master will be so pleased with you..."

And just like that, darkness overcame Lukas, forcing him into a deep slumber...

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Tom Marvolo Riddle was not a patient man. Especially since the anniversary of his heir's dissapearance quickly approached.

Ten years. It had been ten long and stressful years since the dissapearance of the only thing that kept him connected to his deceased lover. Lukas Sirius Riddle was a cunning boy, he had to admit that. But one day he would slip up. And when that day came, he'd be ready to capture the boy and make sure he'd never leave again.

From behind him, the door opened, and in came the shell of the man that was once Draco Malfoy. The years hadn't been good to him. His once mantained person had become ragged and skinny, his hair unkempt and his eyes barely showing that he knew his surroundings. Tom paid no attention to his past concubine. Had it been up to him, he would have killed Draco, especially since the whole affair with him had been his fault. However, certain matters had prevented him from doing so, and now he only had the satisfaction of continually torturing the defeated man every once in a while.

With narrowed eyes, he turned to Draco, displeasure evident in his eyes. "And what, may I ask, do you think you are doing here?"

Draco flinched, still so unused to the coldness his master could deliver. He shook, trying to speak, but the words were stuck in his throat.

Tom, sneered, what little respect he'd had for the blonde long gone. As he stood to leave, a small, submissive voice sounded from behind him, "He caught him..."

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All Death Eaters were present in the Grand Hall. It was quiet, approprietly so for this occasion. Tom sat in his chair, awaiting his prize to be brought in. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the doors opened. Lucius entered the hall, levitating a blindfolded, Stunned, young man behind him. Following short after was Nothus, eyes on the floor as he tried to make himself as small as possible.

Tom glanced at the child, disgusted that this weak creature was in his presence. Lucius walked up to the dais, kneeling before Tom and bowing his head.

"My Lord, Nothus has completed his mission," at his name, the boy flinched away before going back to his inner mindset, "and we've sucessfully captured Lukas."

Tom looked at the still levitating body, taking in every detail he could. The Death Eaters waited, expecting the Dark Lord to play with his victim before killing him. Instead, Tom wandlessly opened the double doors, glaring at his minions as if they were disrupting an important moment.

"Out! I will deal with the boy in private..."

One by one they shuffled out, Nothus trying to blend in until he felt cold hands on his shoulder. Lifting his eyes, he met with familiar crimson one's, fear filling his mind once again as the man gave a calm appearence.

"Now now Nothus, I thought you would like to be present for this. It is a momentous day after all..."

Not wanting to anger him, the child nodded slowly, following the older man towards Lukas. The last of the Death Eaters exited, leaving Tom, Nothus, and Lukas all in the room alone. Tom smiled, looking like the cat who got the canary. Nothus, on the other hand, was visibly shaking, unused to being around Tom, or rather anyone other than his mother and his grandfather.

Tom stepped closer to the body, almost as if he'd been enchanted with its presence. Ten years. He'd waited ten years for this very moment, and now, he wasn't sure how to approach it. He stood over the bound man, his hand itching to remove the blindfold that shielded those eyes. Did he have his mother's eyes? Hell, he didn't know! He'd hardly ever spent time with the kid when they'd all been together. He was always too busy in his conquest.

"You're just like your father... Never acknowledging his own child..."

Harry's words ran through his head, angering him each second. With a sneer, he pointed his wand at Lukas, his resolve finally made.

"Ennervate!"

The spell hit the still body, waking him up from the trance. Tom waited for any movement, any sign of attempted escape. It seemed that the boy knew better as he kept silent and unmoving on the floor. Tom circled Lukas, studying every aspect, every feature on him. The boy had grown into a fine specimen of an heir. He was tall, fit, and handsome. His hair was as unkempt looking as his mother's, only instead of black, it was brown just like his. However, there was one last thing he had to see before he could confirm that this boy was his son.

With a steady hand, he pulled away the blindfold, revealing emeralds that were exactly like Harry's. Victory coursed his veins as he looked down at his captured son. He smirked, slilently boasting that he'd won their game of Hide-and-Seek, not even caring that it took ten years. He turned to grab Nothus, the child still trembling, and pulled him to his side.

"Nothus, I'd like to introduce you to Lukas, your brother..."

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All right dearies, there you go. The first chapter to Black Shards, written and complete! After numerous comments and story alerts to Black Snow, this plot-bunny kept hopping around in my mind. So thanks to all of you! If it wasn't for you, I'd have gotten more sleep! Haha, just kidding, I love my readers. Feel free to drop a review or constructive criticism. I also accept virtual cookies, as long as they're chocolate chip! Bye-o bye!