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A/N: Hello, I am Sable, one of the Black Bunny members, and no we're nothing like Playboy Bunny (thank God!). Anyways, this is our first HP fanfiction, and LV/HP slash nonetheless. Furthermore, if anything seems rather confusing, I sincerely apologies, we got same lame nugget writers here, who by chance, know nothing about grammar. Be that as it may, we still do are best. If their is someone who is willing to Beta our stories, we would be very much obliged, and they would be very much appreciated. Anywho, let us get on with it! YaY!!! XD

Bitter Sweet Candy

Chapter 1: Messing with Fate

Summary: The Dark Lord does not kill Harry, but choses to have him raised by a Death Eater. The Light is in for a rude awakening. But yet maybe the child can still be saved from Darkness, he is after all a Light wizard by origin, and can on really stop Fate? Or is this what Fate intended? LV/HP Dark Harry. Powerful Harry.

The gate, still attached to the small fence by a thread, squeaked constantly throughout the night. The sky was completely blanketed in black; not a single star shined that night. Even the creatures of the forest made no sound, not even rustling except for the wind blowing the leaves. It was an ominous feeling that would only increase with the arrival of a dark hooded figure.

A gravel laden path climbed up a small hill, through an obscuring of tall trees, ending in front of a small two story house. Inside was a small family, only consisting of three members—the third member being the new addition to the family. It was in this house that the dark hooded figure aimed, it was his only concern, his only ambition at that moment. With every step the figure took closing the distance between him and the house, the night air began to get colder. Mist clung to the tree leaves as a sudden fog appeared.

But let us forget the ever ominous presence of the figure, and look upon the happy family who were oblivious to their fate.

The house was quiet small, but cozy nonetheless. Entering the house through the front door, you would see a narrow hall leading to a room on the left, and further down before you would broach the stairs, another opening on the right lead to a different room. In the room on the left, a small living room consisted of a two small, blue loveseats squashed on the right side room, and clutters of toys strewn all on the floor. The window on the left hand side was fogging up because of the cold outside and the heat of the room inside.

"James, please don't teach him to do that." A woman's voice pleaded as she carried a roll of paper towels, and stain cleaner fluid into the living room. Her long shiny red hair was pulled into a tight bun, with the exception of a few loose strands. Her brilliant green eyes shimmered with vibrant life.

"Oh, come on, Lily. He's just a baby, let him be." A man, most presumably James, said in a carefree tone. He walked in after her with a toddler on his hip. His messy black hair gave him a gruff and unclean appearance, but his friendly eyes gave him the feel of a kind person.

The woman, Lily, sighed exasperatedly while cleaning up a stain that was on one of the loveseats. James chuckled softly, shifting the toddler on his other hip, and allowing his face to wrinkle up into a smile.

"I know his just a baby, but that doesn't mean he should wipe his dirty hands on the coach. That is a bad habit that you are teaching him, and I don't like it a bit." said Lily, while doing her best to rid the poor loveseat of its new color—a not so complementing brown.

"Fine, fine, but he didn't mean to. He was just doing what I do." said James. Lily rolled her eyes to this, and continued her diligent work of scrubbing the loveseat. "Here, let me do it, I'll get accomplished much faster than you will."

Lily gratefully traded her paper towels and cleaner fluid for her hyperactive ball of love. The baby gurgled happily as Lily held him tightly in her arms, while James continued where she had left off.

"Who's the cutest baby in the world?" cooed Lily to the child in her arms. The toddler smiled gaily as it grasped the loose strands of its mother's hair. "Harry is of course!" James asserted loudly while secretly pulling a long wooden stick.

Lily smiled sweetly at the child, oblivious to what James was doing. Or so James thought.

"If you whisper one spell to get rid of that stain, I will whisper one spell that will send you out the door. No magic, James. You remember Dumbledore's orders. We're to stay hidden till we know its safe." scolded Lily. However, her words left her lips a far bit too late and James had already voicelessly spelled the stain away.

"Too late, already gone, besides have you noticed? Nothing has happened. I don't know why you're getting your knickers in a not over this." said James. Unfortunately, his excuse never worked on his logical wife; hence she was pointedly glaring at him.

"Ah come on, don't be like that." he said while she had turned her back to him, making her way out of the living room.

"Lily"

James followed her out and into the narrow hallway, he grabbed her arm before she could run up the steps. "Don't be like this, it was just a little spell!" he pleaded. Lily sighed, half-heartedly, "It was still dangerous to perform? You know what Dumbledore—"

"Yes I know, I know. But a little magic couldn't hurt, especially a spell like that. Merlin, Lily, it was a simple cleaning spell."

"I don't care, anything could give us away." They both looked heatedly at each other. Unbeknown to them though, was that a dark figure stood just outside their door. And at that precise moment baby Harry began to cry. His wail of fear spread loudly throughout the small house.

"What's the matter?" asked James while looking at his son worriedly. Lily bounced the baby on her hip, cooing him to calm down. However, Harry only continued to wail, and as Lily stared into the green familiar eyes of her son, she could not help but feel her stomach clench in a knot.

"It's alright Harry, mum is here." Lily repeatedly said as she bounced the baby. James sighed in frustration while carding his fingers through his messy brown hair. Though suddenly, James paused abruptly and went rigidly stiff.

A pregnant of silence passed with the only sound of Harry's wail and Lily's cooing. James face, once merry, frowned and took on a dark expression.

"Lily, upstairs now!" hissed James loudly, but before Lily could protest the door burst open. And there standing with a dark aura, the most feared wizard in all of Britain, the Dark Lord Voldemort.

"Lily!"

Fortunately, Lily rushed up the stairs while James turned around to meet his fate. James brow sweated as he gripped his wand tightly in his hand, while pointing it threateningly at the dark wizard before him.

"What are you doing here, you fiend! I won't give you any information of the Order!" shouted James, his dark eyes blazing with courage.

The Dark Lord looked at James intently, the corner of his lips quirked into a feral smirk. A low chuckle rumbled from the deadly wizard.

"What gave you the impressssion that I came for you? You think to highly of yourself, Potter." hissed Voldemort in a low, but acidic bitter sweet voice. At that moment, James faltered in his stance giving Voldemort a chance. Before the Order member could utter a defensive spell, the Dark Lord had already casted a curse.

Green light jutted out from the dark wizard's wand and hit James square in the chest. Harry's wailing became louder, grasping Voldemort's attention.

The Dark Lord carried himself gracefully up the wooden stairs. Red eyes glowing with anticipation; Voldemort's pale features were highlighted by the moon as he stood in the doorway of Harry's nursery. He chiseled nose, plump lips, and a well defined jaw; he was indeed handsome, but those eyes of his took from the majority of his beauty.

Lily's back was turned to him, and she cradled the toddler tightly to her bosom.

"Give me the boy…and perhaps I may spare you."

Lily looked at Voldemort, her face held no fear and was void of emotion. However, her shoulders shook slightly, a sign that she was indeed nervous. Lily grasped Harry tighter, who had actually stopped crying, and now listened silently.

"How dare you? Do you think I would just hand over my baby? I would give my life to protect him!" Her gripped loosened on Harry, allowing little Harry to peek at the tall wizard.

Harry's green eyes shimmered while gazing at the Dark Lord. And for a moment Voldemort was caught off guard. The boy's eyes were brilliantly bright, and glowing with such intensity it befuddled the Dark Lord.

Harry blinked once, then twice. His eyes widen in wonderment of the stranger before him. Red clashing with green, and a strange magical tension began. Lily did not know, or understood what was going on, but she quickly moved Harry into his crib. She then turned around to face the Dark Lord, wand held out.

"Leave here, you will not come anywhere near my son!" defiance was itched in every word Lily spoke; it was unfortunate though that none of them affected the dark wizard. The Dark Lord slowly drifted his gaze from Harry before sneering at the witch.

"You think you can harm me, foolish child. I gave you a warning, I would spare your life, and you refuse. Although, I should not expect any less from a Gryffindor." said Voldemort his eyes returning to stare at Harry's. Lily feared for Harry's life, and she knew she had to do something quick.

With all her courage, Lily did the one thing that would cost her life. She shot a spell out, surprisingly startling the Dark Lord; however, Voldemort grasped his bearings and recountered it back, killing Lily in an instant.

But what truly did confuse Voldemort was that Harry was no longer crying; just staring at him as if he were some shiny new object, which Harry wanted to eagerly play with. The Dark Lord warily edged closer to the crib, and as he aimed his wand and looked coolly at the child, he began to utter the words that would end Harry's life.

"Avada Ked—"

Harry gurgled in glee, and smiled gaily at the Dark Lord, causing Voldemort to falter. Ridiculous it was, for a Dark Lord to hesitant in killing a baby just because it smiled at him. However, as the Dark Lord tried again, he could not help but feel as if he were about to kill himself.

Was this some kind of magic that Harry held? Or was the prophecy already going into effect? But no matter how many times the Dark Lord tried to caste the killing curse he couldn't. This only worsened Voldemort's mood even more.

"Damn child…" he muttered mostly to himself, and the next thing he knew he had picked up the child and held it awkwardly. Although, the Dark Lord knew he would berate himself for doing this, he knew it was a wise choice. Especially if Dumbledore went through all the trouble in keeping Harry's identity a secret, and what better way to make the old goat feel more threatened by taking his prized possession?

The Dark Lord mused over this as he stepped over Lily's dead body and carried the child down the stairs. Voldemort already could feel the wheels turning in his mind, yes, he would take the child. Giving baby to one of his Death Eaters to raise, and then throw it back in Dumbledore's face—proving to the old fool that the Dark will always prevail.

The Dark Lord made his way swiftly out of the house and beyond the pathetic wards that surround it. Tonight would be a turning point for him, because he just changed history. Now all he had to do was set his plan in motion, brilliant, just brilliant.

XOXOXOXOX

The Dark Lord looked intently at the man withering before his feet. It was only a day ago since he had gone and retrieved Harry from the Potters' home. Once he had returned he immediately ordered a council with his inner circle. There he told them what he wished for them to hear about his excursion that night, and explained to them the circumstances with Harry. However, the Dark Lord did not mention who would raise the child.

He found this matter a bit more complex. At first, Voldemort thought it would do well for Lucius to raise Harry, but then he remembered that Malfoy had a child of his own. And the Dark Lord knew very well of the competiveness purebloods like to ensue in their children. The Dark Lord did not want Harry to feel threatened, nor did he want Harry to be hindered by a sibling. After all, this child would be his key to success in the war in United Kingdom, and the war in the rest of the Wizarding World.

So after much given thought, the Dark Lord had chosen the Lestranges' to be the caretakers, and "parents" of Harry Potter. And indeed, the Dark Lord a made wise decision.

"My L-lord, y-you called f-for me?" the stout man at the Dark Lord's feet asked. Voldemort had forgotten about the pitiful thing, and looked down at the filthy man. With a sneer the Dark Lord instinctively flicked his wand hand and the man was under the Cruciatus curse.

The Dark Lord then looked at the blonde man standing a few meters away from his throne. Grey eyes met with red.

"Lucius, find me Severus… He has yet to answer my call, and was absent at yesterday's important council. I don't appreciate his ignorance, even if I assigned him a deadly mission; it is his duty to be present when I call."

The blonde aristocrat nodded, "Of course, my Lord. As you wish," with that the man disapparated from the room, leaving behind the unfortunate wretch on the floor to the Dark Lord's bidding.

"As for you Wormtail, you have done quite well. Betraying your friends like that… Such a Slytherin quality, and you need not fret. I still have much more uses for you. You are dismissed." said Voldemort, flicking his wrist once more in a bored manner, releasing Wormtail from the curse.

With a many "thank you, Mi'Lord" Wormtail had quickly left the room. Voldemort gazed lingered on the door in which the rodent man had ran out of. He had much to do, and plans to make. Moreover, he had an important trip to make to certain school Headmaster, however, that would wait until other plans were rearranged.

XOXOXOXOX

Rodulphus Lestrange was a brute and rough man. He had no qualms in killing men, women, or even children. But he never considered himself father material. True, he and Bellatrix had been expecting a baby, although he was not entirely sure it was his as it could have the Dark Lord's, but unfortunately she had lost that child during their interrogations of the Longbottoms.

Since that time he knew Bella would not be the same. She was overjoyed at the prospect of having a baby; particularly hoping it was the Dark Lord's, but also because she would have something of hers. However, it shattered her deeply when she lost it, and twisted her sanity. And to top it off, when the Healer had completed his check up of her, he had found out she could no longer have children. Too magic had harmed the baby and damaged Bellatrix's reproductive organs.

Both spouses never really expected much after that, and the gap in their marriage grew even wider. But that was a few years ago. Now, here was Rodulphus looking at a baby boy held in his wife's arms. It was shocking news when the Dark Lord had summoned them yesterday. First it was the fact the Dark Lord did not do what he intentionally intended, and that instead the Dark Lord brought back a baby, and a baby that he had chosen him and his wife to raise.

Although, the child was not theirs, they could have not been more than happy. The boy was magnificent, he had glowing green eyes, and black hair; his rosy cheeks and pale white skin. The baby was the enmity of perfection. Such flawless skin; a porcelain look one could say. And no matter what, Rodulphus could not help but swell with pride, this child, this boy was his son, and no one would change that.

"His perfect isn't Roddy?" said Bellatrix with a dreamy tone in her voice. Rodulphus could only nod, but did not tear his eyes of what he now realize was his family.

"Yes, perfect."

At the moment that baby was asleep, though earlier it was awake, and that's when Rodulphus had seen those beautiful emeralds. But it then hit Rodulphus that they did not have a name for their little boy.

"Did you think of a name?" the Lestrange male asked, Bellatrix looked curiously up at him, and they both stared at one another. Then Bella returned her gaze back to the boy in her arms. Right then and there Rodulphus knew what she would say, it was the name she wanted for their son—if they had ever had one.

"Lelouch Lestrange"

They both smiled endearingly at the baby, yes, it was perfect. Lelouch, their baby boy, their little wizard, and the Dark Lord's most admirable prize…

"Brother—"called a voice. Rodulphus reluctantly tore his gaze from his son and looked at his younger brother incredulously.

"Is there something you want, Rebastan?" asked Rudulphus in a tight voice. Rebastan scoffed, and pulled a loose strand of black hair out of his face, his black eyes looking into his mirror reflection of a brother.

"Narcissa is here, and so is the Healer. If you'd like to get the blood adoption moving along, I suggest you do it now." said Rebastan while flitting his eyes quickly to look at his soon-to-be nephew.

"Thank you then, you may tell them to come in." said Rudolphus, and Rebastan swiftly went out to call Narcissa and the Healer in. Rudulphus looked calmly at Bellatrix, although on the inside he was rather nervous.

"Bella, are you ready?"

Bellatrix shuddered a bit, but got up with little Harry held tightly in her arms. She was finally going to have a son, a son she could flaunt and brag about. She chuckled quietly to herself, thinking of how her son would be better than Narcissa's, her overly perfect younger sister.

"Mr. and Mrs. Lestrange, good afternoon." The Healer greeted as he walked in with Rebastan and Narcissa, who by chance, was holding her own child.

"Hello to you, Healer—"

"Lixus"

"Lixus, and my dear sister." Said Bella, "I see you brought Draco…" Narcissa smiled faintly while shifting her son on her hip. The boy's grey blue eyes looked curiously at the smaller boy in his Aunt's arms. Bella watched with small envy, yes, she did have a son, but she still could not help feeling jealous. She would never know what it is like to feel a child grow in her womb for nine months straight. The tension between the two sisters was blatantly obvious.

"Er hm, Healer Lixus, shall we please get on with this?" Rodulphus said in a rather snipped tone. His brother gave him a scrutinized glare. It was plain to see that Rebastan wasn't to found of the idea of his brother blood adopting a baby of Light origins, but to make matters worse as well was that the child was also a half-breed. Could the world go any saner?

That was a rhetorical question, mind you.

"Of course… If you will—"

The Healer gestured to the child in which Bellatrix reluctantly let go for Lixus to hold. The Healer balanced the child in his arms before making another gesture to them.

"If you will, Mr. Lestrange you are on my right and Mrs. Lestrange on my left. Mr. Lestrange in front of me, and yes, Mrs. Malfoy you come to Mrs. Lestrange's side."

They took their positions without complaint. Narcissa had set Draco down on the floor next to her, where he looked up at every one curiously, his big grey blue eyes scanning his Uncles' and Aunt's faces.

"Now, clear your minds, and let us begin."

The Healer leaned Harry's head into the crook of his left arm, using his hand and forearm to brace the rest of the boy's body. His right hand began to glow a faint blue, and he placed it on the center of Harry's chest.

For a moment Harry shifted and scrunched up his face as if to wake up, but then relaxed again; resuming his peaceful slumber. Thus, the Healer continued. He chanted a few Latin words before gesturing, once again, at Rebastan.

The younger Lestrange took up a small dagger; it was your average sliver blade, with a maroon covered hilt. Narcissa, between Rebastan and Bella, pulled out a small glass bottle. Rebastan began first with his elder brother, cutting Rodulphus's forearm and then dropping the blood within the bottle, and then to Bella's, repeating the same ritual. After that, the Healer muttered another enchantment making his had glow red and then reaching for the bottle.

Inside the bottle the thick, dark red liquid began to swirl madly; meshing Bellatrix and Rodulphus's DNA, along with a few bits of their magic. Finally the Healer opened Harry's mouth, even though the boy was a sleep, and forced the blood down his throat. Harry began to choke, and woke with a start. He soon was screaming and crying loudly, which in turn caused Draco to do the same thing.

However, after Lixus mutter some more spells Harry's cries and screams lowered down to a whimper. Fortunately though, the blood ritual was complete, and the small, whimpering green eyed child was no more Harry James Potter; now he was Lelouch Rodulphus Lestrange.

XOXOXOXOX

Narcissa bent down to pick Draco, the boy had knocked himself out crying, and now was sound asleep. Lady Malfoy was feeling a bit guilty for that and caressed her son's platinum blonde hair.

"Well, my work is done, please keep administrating this to young—"

"Lelouch"

"Lelouch, until it is finished. Then call me and I will come to check up on him." With that Healer Lixus handed Rodulphus a vial full of purple liquid and left. Bellatrix smiled softly at her new baby, she was trying to calm Lelouch done, but the boy only continued to whimper and shake in her arms.

"I trust everything went well." said a rich, seductively deep voice. Bella's instantly glazed over with pleasure as she looked up at her Lord, who had just entered the room. Everyone's attention was now on the tall, handsome wizard. Even Lelouch had stopped whimpering to look at the man, which did not go unnoticed by Lelouch's father.

Rodulphus made a quick mental note that there was some deep connection going on between Lelouch and the Dark Lord. He recalled the same thing happening earlier that morning; Lelouch was crying and would not stop until the Dark Lord had come to tell them when the Healer was arriving. If he didn't know better, Rodulphus thought that Lelouch may be already attached to the Dark Lord. However, he did not think on it too much, today was a day to celebrate; he had a son.

"Yes, my Lord, everything went just as plan." said Rodulphus while depositing the small vial into his robe pocket. "Good" was all the Dark Lord said before his eyes lingered over to Lelouch's. The baby began to gurgle in glee while smiling, reaching a hand out to the Dark Lord.

"My Lord, would you like to hold our son?" Bellatrix said, willingly handing their child to him. For a moment the Dark Lord frowned, and Bella recoiled in fear, afraid she might have upset her precious Lord. But Lelouch squirmed in her arms trying to reach for the Dark Lord, and before anyone knew it, Lelouch had said his first words. Although, it shouldn't be a surprise, he was a year old after all.

"Wall-de-mart"

The words tumbled from Lelouch's mouth in a jumble, but it was clearly made out that he had said the Dark Lord's name. And to their surprises the Dark Lord smiled (well more like smirked) and took the child gently from Bellatrix.

"Yes child… I made the right choice… You will be the key to my success, and bring me all that I desire." Voldemort said while looking intensly at the baby. "What is the child's name?" the Dark Lord asked while pulling the baby further into his arms.

"L-Lelouch, my Lord," Rodulphus said a bit startled by the Dark Lord's behavior. Voldemort closed his eyes briefly before opening them, "yes, that will do, Lelouch." A small gasp was heard, but not ignored.

"Severus, do you not think that is a better choice of a name?" the Dark Lord asked, turning to the man behind him. Severus Snape was paler than the moon, and could only look in shock at the child in the Dark Lord's arm.

This was not good, not good at all. The Potter boy was not really dead; in fact he was very much alive. And the worst part was he was in the enemies hands, what was Severus going to tell Dumbledore? The Light was in quite a predicament now.

"Well, Severus… I find it much more appealing then Harry Potter."

A/N: Please review, it will be really, really, really- I mean REALLY appreciated. It helps to know if someone likes it, you know- encouragement!