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Reborn: A flower's demon
Sum: Voldemort get a second chance. Time travel. AU
She hoped the child looked nothing like his father. She had always believed that abortions and adoptions while fine for other people would never something she would do. Rape did not change this belief and so she hoped he looked nothing like his father. He didn't, but he didn't look like her either.
After she gave birth she didn't hear a child's startled cry, but a nurse's. At first she panicked, what was wrong with her baby? Then she heard the doctor's harsh voice for the woman to get a hold of herself. Finally the baby screamed, not a cry, even then it sounded more of a scream of furry. The child soon quieted and the doctor handed her the child with strange words.
"I'm sure this is nothing serious sometimes not getting the proper nutrients can do odd things to a babies coloring."
Coloring? Had she somehow birthed a black baby or considering she was magical had she somehow birthed a blue, green, or yellow child? The reaction of her uptight sister would be extremely amusing, but it wasn't the babe's skin that was off color. The boy's eyes were a bight unnatural red.
Fighting her first reaction to exclaim, 'Bloody Hell!' she blinked and took the child. The child glared at her.
"Well aren't you just the cutest evilest thing!" She said more to see the nurse's reaction then anything else.
She didn't notice the child's eyes widen as she held it close and rocked the child all the while talking about how wonderfully adorable her little demon child was and wondering just what had attacked her. Maybe the father really was a demon, imagine that?
The nurse that had screamed had looked faintly sick and fled soon after the mother's reaction to the child, while the doctor glared disapproving after her and the other nurse seemed to find the whole thing funny.
"Have you ever had a child that wasn't an albino with red eyes before?" The new mother asked the doctor curiously. She supposed she would have to make a trip to see some wizarding healers after this.
"No, but there's no reason to be alarmed over it. It could be a genetic mutation or a problem with the nutrients he received while in the womb. We'll do some test and find out soon enough."
"You don't think it's anything that could hurt him then?"
"Well we can't be certain until we've done the test, but I'd say he'll be just fine."
"Thank you Doctor. I'll see you soon baby. Mummy needs to rest now."
She kissed the child's forehead and smoothed his dark hair. The baby's expression seemed confused, odd on a small child's face. Strangely enough she felt like he could understand her.
Tired she gave him to the doctor and stared at the hospital walls deciding that her baby was much too special to give an ordinary name too. Lily had always liked the name Harry, but that had been a name for a child that had two parents that loved each other.
Maybe someday the 16 year old mother would marry and have that child, but today the muggleborn would give him a wizarding name. She would call him Hydrian.
Voldemort was confused, very confused and he hated being confused so he was rather angry also. Was this some twisted version of hell where he would live the life of the boy that killed him? He remembered dying. For the second time his curse had rebound and with no more Horcuxes surly he was dead.
It seemed the most likely explanation, but if so why did he still have red eyes? Also wasn't the Potter brat born in St Mungos and shouldn't James Potter be somewhere about? Lily Potter looked remarkably younger then when he killed her, that was only a year or two at most from the birth of the brat and if he was the brat…well maybe childbirth had aged her, but something still wasn't right. Something was very off. Unable to properly express his anger as he lacked a wand he had to settle for glaring and sometimes screaming at the muggles that pocked and prodded at him with horrible muggle things.
Not soon enough the muggles brought him back to the mudblood who was at least magical and therefore above the disgusting creatures that had done odd things to him. He was disgusted at being made to suck on the mudblood's breast, but being so weak he could not afford to turn away from any healthy food source. He was most unhappily sleepy after he ate and cussing the weak body he was in, fell asleep against the mudblood's chest.
When he next awoke he was being held by someone that was not the mudblood and did not feel magical at all and he expressed his extreme displease in this fact. It was bad enough he was in this situation he would not be held by bleeding muggles!
When the idiots finally returned him to his 'mother' he quieted instantly thou he did give the woman an accusing glare. Seeing as she looked properly guilty he was mostly satisfied thou he would find a better punishment for this transgression later.
It was then that he heard a most appalling high pitched voiced coming from an approaching woman.
"So that's him then. I thought you were going to call the child Harry! Something normal!"
"I was Tunney, but he's special. He doesn't look like a normal baby, but he's my baby. Please accept him Petunia."
The high pitched woman leaned over him to reveal a face like a horse and recoiled dramatically.
"Accept that! That Freak! It's a Freak among Freaks even!"
"Petunia!
"Now Petunia!" Said the couple had been holding him and cooing at him before.
Voldemort promptly deiced that as soon as he was able he would kill that horse faced woman. He had murdered every child that had called him that at the orphanage and he would do the same to her.
For a moment there was pregnant pause, his 'mother' was silent. For that moment Voldemort knew fear. He was helpless as a baby, more helpless even then when he had been a spirit. He didn't know if he was hideous as he had been in his other childlike body, but he did know from what had been said that he had red eyes, most likely demonic, creepy, and evil looking eyes. If he had looked that way when he was at the orphanage they would have drown him at birth.
Would the women that had given birth to him take the words of this other woman to heart? Would she see that he was far from an innocent child? Would she kill him? If that's what she deiced then there was nothing he could do about it. Then Lily spoke.
"You Bitch… You heartless cold Bitch… Leave. Stay away from me and my child. I never want to see you again Petunia. If you can not accept my child you are not my sister."
The women Petunia flinched and then stealing herself she replied.
"You have not been my sister from the day you got that letter."
She left. Lily and who Voldemort assumed were her parents were silent.
Voldemort was relived, but it didn't last. He was still at the mercy of the mudblood and she could change her mind at anytime. So when the muggle man his 'grandfather' tired to hold him again he allowed it and did not let on to his displeasure, at least not too greatly.
He could not risk giving her another reason to get rid of him. While she might not have the heart to kill something made from her flesh she might very well deiced to leave him at an orphanage and that was something to be avoided at all cost.