Disclaimer: Yeah, I'm not middle-aged yet, so I'd say I'm not JKR. Plus, If I'd written them, this little section of FF.N wouldn't exist, because nobody would know what Harry Potter was. XD
A/N : This amazing plot idea came from Rainbow Stripes! I adopted this story from her amazing Plot Bunny Farm! The next two chapters are almost completely her work alone. Points if you figure out which bits are mine XD It should be easy, because Lucy's work ROCKS, and is fabulous, and amazing, and fantastic, and… well I'll stop there, But mine is terrible compared to hers. GO READ HER STORIES… Please? ;D Okay, I'm not telling who Harry is paired with, but this is Slash, if its not your cup of tea, then go buy a cappuccino. ;D Also contains Child abuse, rape, swearing, slash, mpreg(not in too much detail, its with the rape). Also point out, that in this baby Draco is good and hates his parents, as much as it pains me to make dear Lucius evil.
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Harry Potter, a nearly 15 year old wizard, sat in his room in number 4 Privet Drive, staring out of his window at the storm, with an unexplainable feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. He knew something bad was about to happen but he didn't know what. His scar wasn't hurting any more than usual, it was only about 2 weeks into the holidays, what could happen?
Suddenly, his watch started buzzing and Harry paled. He jumped up off his bed and over to his school trunk, pressing a small button on the side and swinging open the lid to reveal a set of stairs leading down. The button was programmed to his fingerprint and magic and would only open for him. He slid into the trunk and dashed down the stairs, desperately reassuring himself that this was just a false alarm and everything was okay. The door at the bottom was swung open as the youth burst through into a small living room, he jumped over a chair and sped to a door on the other side, opening it to find a small boy, about 3 years old, sitting on a bed and sobbing. Harry felt a jolt as he realised the boy was alone but pushed it away and scooped the child into his arms, rocking and making soothing sounds. "Shh, Daemon, it's okay, daddy's got you." He murmured, running a hand through the unruly black hair so much like his own on Daemon's head.
Once the young boy had calmed down to the point of quiet sniffles, he looked up, eyes puffy and red, yet still a dazzling sapphire blue with three thin gold rings in the iris'. "Daddy, the bad man came! He, he started yelling at mummy, and then, and then he put her under the cruci- cruci- torture thingy curse, and mummy told me to go find you, and the bad man killed her, and I ran and used the porky and she gone! The bad man killed mummy!" He cried, before bursting into tears. Harry froze for a moment as Daemon cried into his shoulder but carried on rubbing circles on his back. Soon enough, the little boy had cried himself to sleep and Harry tucked him in under the red phoenix patterned duvet, before turning to look at the room. The walls were painted to look like the Hogwarts grounds, with animated creatures flying, swimming and running, and the twinkling lights of the castle in the background. The fluffy carpet was a bright green, looking a lot like grass, and there were shelves, drawers and chests filled with all Daemon's things.
Harry made a quick decision and kissed the sleeping child gently on the forehead. "It's just you and me now, son." He whispered gently, turning on a night light with a wave of his wand and slipping silently out of the room. What he really wanted to do was cry, mourn for the death of Daemon's mother, Jessica Tyler. She was his only friend from muggle primary school and was like an older sister to him, but he still had Daemon to look after. Harry left the trunk and immediately walked over to his snowy owl, Hedwig. He grabbed a quill and parchment and scrawled out a quick note to his best friend.
Ron,
Emergency. Jessie killed by V. Leaving Dursleys. Snidget is safe, we're coming to the Burrow.
Harry
Hedwig clamped it in her beak and flew out the window, into the storm. He hoped she would be able to make it, but he couldn't stay here. He hadn't spent a full summer at the Dursleys since before his 2nd year, when they locked him up. Since then, he spent most of his time at the house he'd bought when Jessie gave birth to Daemon. He had tried to ward it using rune stones, but they could only do so much.
Emerald eyes swept across the room in a last check to make sure he had everything. It was stupid, considering he never unpacked, but he made sure just in case he'd taken something out. Once positive, he put Hedwig's empty cage in his trunk, grabbed a jacket and some money, as well as a baseball cap to hide his scar, and picked up his trunk, dragging it out of his room. The Dursleys were in the living room, sat in front of the TV. "I'm leaving for the summer, I don't know if I'll be back next year." He said simply, smirking inwardly at the delight that passed his uncle's piggy face at not seeing him again.
"Alright." Vernon grunted. It wasn't much, but it was all Harry needed not to set off the wards. They alerted Dumbledore whenever Harry went out without one of the Dursleys knowing about it. That didn't generally stop Harry from sneaking out, because he had come to a truce with Dudley, who let him out whenever he wanted. He pulled his jacket tighter around him as he left the house and walked into the rain, wind whipping across his face and chilling his now damp clothes. He hurriedly walked down the dark street into a secluded alleyway, where he flung out his wand arm and awaited the telltale crack of the Knightbus. The violently purple triple-decker bus came and the door opened, revealing the pimpled face of Stan Shunpike. "Welcome to the Knightbus, emergency transport for the stranded-"
Harry cut him off, "Yeah, yeah, I know. I need to go to the Burrow, in Ottery St. Catchpole, please." He said before Stan could get into his speech. The elder wizard nodded and helped Harry load his trunk onto the bus, giving him a bed. Harry waved off the offers of hot chocolate, and was glad that Stan moved away to talk to another passenger. He was pretty sure that he was only running on a mixture of shock and adrenaline, and didn't know how long he could last before he completely broke down. Luckily, after only travelling for 10 minutes, Stan called out for him. "The Burrow, Ottery St. Catchpole." Harry picked up his things and paid, bracing himself for the icy rain.
He stepped into the front garden and managed not to trip over anything in the dark on his way to the door. He knocked on the door and stepped back, waiting as Molly Weasley opened the door and eyed the wet and distinctly ruffled teen. "Harry dear! Ron did tell us you'd be coming, come in, come in. You're soaked, and so thin!" She fussed, ushering him into the house. Harry just stood blankly at the surprisingly empty house. Mrs Weasley saw his gaze and smiled. "We're not staying here right now, we're in a different place, I'll tell you about it later. Read this, dear, and memorise it." She said kindly, handing him a small scrap of parchment. 'The headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix can be located at number 12 Grimmauld Place.' He read in his mind, nodding determinedly as Mrs Weasley motioned him towards the fireplace. "floo there, dear." She said kindly, looking slightly worried at his non-responsive state. Harry nodded and almost robotically threw the glittering green powder into the fire, stepping in with his trunk and calling out.
The flames whirred and spun, spitting Harry out into a kitchen full of people. He leant on his trunk to stop himself from falling and the last bit of strength he had broke as Ron's hand clasped his shoulder. Harry hugged the redhead, "He killed her, Ron. That fucking bastard killed Jessie."
He muttered into the silence. Ron embraced his friend as Hermione came and put her arms around both of them, cocooning the raven haired teen between them.
"Harry, shh, it's okay. Jess would have wanted you to be strong, don't cry, it's okay, shh." Hermione soothed. The others, including Sirius, Remus, the Weasleys minus Percy, Snape, Dumbledore, McGonagall, the real Moody and some other people Harry didn't know, stood silently. None of them moved to interrupt the emotional scene. Eventually, Harry's tears ceased and he stepped back from his two best friends.
"You guys are right. I've got to be strong, for Jessie, for Snidget. I just can't believe she's gone. It's my fault, if she didn't know me this wouldn't have happened." He said, causing Hermione to slap him round the back of the head.
"Harry, don't you ever say that. If she never met you, YOU wouldn't be alive, and Daemon wouldn't exist." She said seriously.
"So remember Snidget next time you think that. Where is he anyway?" Ron asked. Harry grinned apologetically at Hermione.
"He's in his room, sleeping." Said Harry, waving a hand towards the trunk. His watch began to vibrate again and he raised an eyebrow. "I take that back. I'll be right back, 'kay?" Ron and Hermione nodded as the full kitchen stood silently, each wondering who Jessie and Snidget were. Harry opened his trunk to the steps and jogged down, emerging back up a bit later with a groggy toddler on his hip. A few of the women 'aww'ed and Sirius and Remus gasped. "Harry, he looks just like…" Sirius trailed off. "
Me?" asked Harry with a wry grin. "I should bloody well hope so, you're going to have the girls falling at your feet when you're older, aren't you Snidget?" He teased, tickling Daemon and causing him to giggle.
"Girls are icky, daddy!" He whined childishly, causing shocked gasps from the crowd. Harry laughed.
"Be careful what you say, pup, you never know who you could offend. And offending your aunt Hermy is a bad thing to do." He said with a grin. Sirius cleared his throat, drawing Harry's attention to the crowded room and an embarrassed blush to his face. Daemon peered up from his perch and looked around.
"Daddy, who're all these people?" he asked. Harry shifted to make him more comfortable and turned to face the crowd.
"Well, Dae, you remember me telling you about my friends from school?" The little boy nodded eagerly. "Well, that's your Uncle Ron, Aunt Ginny, Uncle Fred, Uncle George, Uncle Charlie, Uncle Bill, Aunt Molly and Uncle Arthur, they're the Weasleys, you remember me telling you about them?" He asked.
"Uh huh. You went to the Quid- Quid"
"Quidditch." Harry supplied helpfully,
"Yeah, the Quidditch Cup with them and Aunt Hermy." Daemon babbled. The Weasleys and Hermione looked touched at being called Aunts and Uncles.
"That's right, there's Aunt Hermy," He nodded to Hermione, "That's Uncle Sirius, remember I told you he's my godfather, which makes him your god-grandfather. I suppose you could call him grandpa if you really wanted but I don't think he'd like that too much." Harry said cheekily, which snapped Sirius out of his daze. The animagus mock-scowled at Harry.
"I'm not old enough to be a grandpa, kid." He growled playfully.
"Hi, grandpa!" Daemon squealed, waving and grinning at Sirius. Harry ruffled his hair playfully.
"You're learning already, kid." He said proudly. "Anyway, back to introductions. That's Professor Lupin, who I've been threatened into calling Remus, I'm pretty sure he'd let you get away with Uncle Remus, though." Harry half-asked. Remus nodded with a soft smile on his face. "Good, that's Professor Severus Snape, my Potions Professor." Severus glared and Daemon just giggled, causing a few people to snicker. "Over there's Professor Albus Dumbledore, my Headmaster, err, Professor, I don't think he can say Dumbledore too well." Harry said sheepishly.
"Not to worry, you can call me Albus, little one." The aged man said kindly to Daemon, who nodded decisively.
"A'bus." He said, testing the name on his tongue. Harry grinned, it seemed Daemon was determined to win everyone over with his charm.
"That's Professor Minerva McGonagall, my transfigurations Professor. I'm sure if you ask real nicely, she'll let you call her Minnie." Said Harry with a smirk. Daemon nodded and turned to McGonagall with huge blue puppy eyes.
"Pwease?" He asked, causing the woman's stern face to melt into a soft smile.
"Very well, but don't any of you get ideas." She said, pursing her lips at the Weasley children, Harry, Hermione and Sirius, who nodded meekly.
"That's Professor Moody, whose first name I do not know. And they…are...I have no idea, actually, but I'm sure someone will tell me eventually. Oh, and that's Draco Malfoy. I know I told you to stay away from anyone with the name Malfoy, or that looks like he does, but this one is on our side. Everyone, this is Daemon Lucas Potter, my son." He said. Those last two words caused Sirius to choke, most people to gasp and wide eyes from everyone but Snape, Ron and Hermione. The latter two because they already knew and Snape…well, Snape was Snape.
"How old is he?" Remus asked weakly.
"He turned three two days ago, actually." Pale faces gave away those who did the maths, but Snape sneered.
"Dear Merlin, Potter. Did you really whore yourself away to the nearest willing slut at the age of 11?" He asked dryly, to be immediately faced with the elder Potter's wand at his throat.
"I don't give a flying fuck what you say about me, Snape, but if you dare say anything like that about Jessie or Daemon again, I swear I will fucking murder you." He growled. Snape raised an eyebrow.
"Is that a threat, Mr. Potter?" He asked in a soft voice, but you could still hear the underlying tone.
"No, it's a promise. Jessica Tyler was an amazing woman and I'll be damned if I let you soil her memory mere hours after she died. Just be grateful you don't know the full chain of events. You may have to actually FEEL something." Harry said with a cold glint in his eye. He was literally seeping power, giving those in the room a mere glimpse of what the teen could really do, and that evening, no one there had any doubt that Harry would eventually vanquish Voldemort. Hermione put a hand on Harry's shoulder, calming him slowly. He replaced his wand in his jacket pocket, all the while glaring threateningly at Snape. Hermione made him turn and Daemon stared at her, his head cocked, before holding out his arms to her. She looked stunned for a moment, before meeting Harry's eyes in silent question.
"Go ahead, he'll be fine. I need to sit down anyway, to be honest, I'm surprised I haven't passed out yet." He muttered, the last bit more to himself than anything, as he held out the small child to his brown haired friend, who took him gently, holding him at her hip in imitation of Harry.
"I think you need to tell them the whole story, mate." Ron said quietly, jerking his head slightly to the puzzled faces around them. Harry sighed and grabbed a chair from the table, collapsing into it gratefully.
"I think you're right. It all started back over the Christmas break of my 1st year, when I went home one night briefly to see a friend…"