Harry Potter and The Dark Age of Dimitar Gaunt
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters that appear in both the HP series and my fanfic. Everything recognisable between the my story and the HP series belongs to JK Rowling.
Summary: Peter Pettigrew did not lead Voldemort to Godrics Hollow on that All Hallows Eve, instead he lead a band of death eaters. Now with the Potter's gone, The ministry remodelled to the Dark Lords beliefs and Hogwarts under the control of Death Eaters how will Dumbledore and his Order survive in the Dark Age. And who is Dimitar Gaunt?
Chapter One: That Fateful Night.
Emerald Green eyes starred down at the small bundle laying innocently atop a silk baby mat, at just over a year old young Harry Potter was showing a great resemblance to his father in everything except his eyes. Harry shared his mothers startling green eyes. Lily Potter's thin ruby lips curled into an easy smile as she watched her son play. He truly was a handsome little boy, everything about him was perfect and pure. These thoughts however caused Lily to develop a crestfallen look upon her beautiful features, her lips parted slightly and a sigh escaped them. Why did it have to be her son, why did it have to be her Harry that was given such a burden. Though she knew it was wrong to think it, the young redhead often dreamed about other children taking Harry's place just so she could offer her child a normal life. "You don't even know do you?" she spoke softly more to herself than Harry. Of course he didn't know what his life was to become, and even if by some miracle he had worked out how special a boy he was it was inconceivable to think he would be able to understand his predicament. Bending down Lily stretched out her hand and softly caressed her hand against Harry's smooth cheek. He turned to look at his mother, a wide smile threatening to split his face in half. Just by looking at him and the smile he held had caused all of Lily's worry to diminish.
Watery brown eyes starred at the happy seen through the glass window. There was no other way, he knew that in fact he had begged the Dark Lord to show the family mercy. The reaction he received was to be expected. Ruby Red eyes had gleamed in the dark room as his masters cold voice hissed out the spell for the torture curse. Inside his mind, Peter Pettigrew knew that if it wasn't for the fact that he was needed, the Dark Lord would have killed him there and then. The thought caused a chilling shiver to run up his curved spine. "Enough, its time Wormtail" a cold voice spoke from behind the man. Turning every so slightly as to see who had spoken Peter starred fearfully into a white mask. Cold uncaring grey eyes peered from behind the masks eyeholes. Pettigrew recoiled slightly as he looked passed the black robed figure, taking extra care to avoid looking back at the white mask. Unfortunately for Peter, behind the man who had spoken stood 4 other people garbed exactly the same.
A shrill whimper broke free from Peter's mouth earning him several hard glares and more than one snort of disgust. The figure leading the group stretched out his arm and grabbed a hold of Peter's clothes, and with a sharp tug threw the rat like man towards the house's front door. There was a hushed round of sniggering and jaunts at the rats expense. Slowly Peter raised himself from the ground and reached for the door handle, as the Potter's secret keeper and trusted friend, he had been trusted with a key to the house. Placing the key within the lock, and twisting the handle the door to Godrics Hollow slowly pushed open. The air outside the house filled with excitement from the robed men, this was it, this was the end of the great Potter family.
Taking a few tentative steps into the house Peter peaked his head through the doorway leading from the hall into the living room. His breath hitched in his dry throat at what he was seeing. Lily was bent down before her child, her beautiful form was stunning to say the least and her flaming red hair gave her an exotic look. A loud wheeze from Peter alerted the rooms occupants to his presence. Lily jumped slightly at hearing a noise from behind her, swiftly gripping hold of her wand she turned sharply and raised the wooden wand to the intruder. For half a second she remained in her position, crouched and wand raised before her mind registered that it was Peter standing before her. Little by little she lowered her wand before placing it back inside of her trouser pocket. Her eyes glistened and shone in the rooms light as she smiled at Peter. "You gave me a fright Pete," Her soft voice halted briefly as she took in her friends appearance. "You ok, you look flustered." This was an understatement, Peter did not look flustered he looked down right rotten. Pale skin, Watery eyes and shaking. The noise of Harry gurgling caused Lily Potter to turn away from Peter. At the doorway Pettigrew fought to keep tears out of his eyes, it wasn't suppose to be like this, Lily was kind to him, she didn't look down on him and treated him fairly. "L-Lils, w-wheres J-James?" he spoke shakily, and with no small amount of trepidation. Without turning away from Harry, Lily told him about how James had been suffering from a headache and had taken a dreamless sleep potion and gone for a sleep. "I-I ssee," he paused and inhaled a weak breath. "I-I aam S-so sorry." The young witch furrowed her brow at Peter's words, what did he have to be sorry for, it wasn't his fault that James wasn't feeling well. Several loud shuffles caused Lily to twist her body around to face Peter, only to fall into a pair of cold grey eyes behind a white mask. A gasp was all Lily had time for before a bright green light filled her vision, the last two words she heard being "Avada Kedavra." Her body fell limp to the floor, the red streams of hair flowing gently in the air, even brushing against Harry's face before settling against her own face and never moving again. Loud pounding on the stairs alerted the death eater that James Potter had also been disposed off, the lack of a noises indicated that he had definitely been asleep, a sleep he would never wake from. Taking no more than 4 steps forwards, the masked wizard briskly pulled the young child from the ground, and with a nod towards his companions and then at Peter, disappeared from the room with a loud crack. Pettigrew had long since stopped struggling against his tears allowing them o cascade down his face. His eyes never left Lily's unmoving body until he felt several hard hands tighten around his arms. Looking up he saw two sets of gleaming eyes starring at him with nothing more than disgust. His next whimper and sob was drowned out by the sound of several loud cracks. The next second the room and the house was empty, save for the lifeless bodies of Lily and James Potter.
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Deep scarlet eyes turned towards the sleeping child that was curled up within Crabbe's arms. The man look anything but comfortable, something that Bellatrix was taking great pleasure in. Voldemort spent several moments just looking at the baby boy, drinking in his every detail with emotionless eyes. From the boy's appearance alone there was nothing special however Lord Voldemort was not a simpleton, he had long ago learned how to read a persons magical prowess. Normally a year old child would have a very insignificant amount of power, if any at all, But this boy, Harry Potter had a power within him that was anything but insignificant. The plan had been simple, Voldemort had ordered Wormtail to lead a group of his death eaters to the Potter's house, they were to kill the Potter's and bring him the child that had been destined to defeat him. Is thin lips curled into a chilling smile that caused his inner circle to flinch, even for them his most devoted followers that smile was not normal. However it remained for only an instant as the Dark Lord thought about the second half of his plan, which consisted of a single step, Kill the boy as soon as he is brought into the room. For some reason Voldemort had not been able to finish the boy off. Instead he had become transfixed with the power within the small sleeping child. Minutes past in silence, nobody dared speak. The sound that followed was a noise that would haunts the death eaters for the rest of their lives. The Dark Lord erupted into a high pitched cold laugh, it was a sound that came from horror stories that they had been told as small children.
Voldemort did not care that his servants were seeing his lack of control, this one time he would allow it, this once he didn't care after all he had just concocted the greatest plan of his reign. This child, a child born to a prophecy that depicted his downfall would do the exact opposite, instead of being a weapon for the light side, a soldier for Dumbledore he would be the sharpest sword that the Dark Side possessed and the mightiest shield to every protect Voldemort. There was only two things that could ever stop his plan coming to fruition, and if his followers had done their job properly, there would only be one. Turning his sight from the boy to his followers many of them cowered slightly, But it was Lucius that reacted most as it was him that the Dark Lord's eyes rested upon. "Lucius, are they dead?," his voice was a quiet hiss that echoed throughout the great hall. Lucius Malfoy, the death eater who had lead the attack on Godrics Hollow, and the death eater to kill Lily Potter did not need for his master to clarify his question. The blonde stood up tall and proud, before bending his back slightly into a bow. "Yes m'Lord James Potter was killed whilst he slept, and I killed the Mudblood myself." Lucius's voice held a certain amount of pride, and why shouldn't it, he was an inner circle death eater, and one of his master most trusted. The fact that he had just ended the life of a blood traitor and a Mudblood who had aided in thwarting their plans on no less than 3 occasions did nothing to help his arrogance.
Voldemort nodded his head slightly in approval, before raising his wand and aiming it at his followers, "Obliviate" he hissed out before a bright light filled the room. As soon as the light died away Voldemort was greeted by the confused looks of his inner circle, Only Lucius and Bellatrix seemed to be unaffected, and of course the whimpering Peter Pettigrew who was curled up on the floor.
"Crabbe, pass my child over to Bellatrix and then all but Lucius and Bella, get out." It took a moment but then a look of understanding spread over most of his inner circle, as though there was no doubt in their mind that Crabbe was indeed holding the Dark Heir. Voldemort had implanted several fake memories into their minds. As far as his followers were concerned he had just introduced them to his heir and their prince. Only Lucius, Bellatrix and Peter had been left unaffected and two of them held looks of confusion.
Bellatrix Lestrange hesitantly accepted the child from Crabbe before turning to look at her master, if she wasn't so afraid of his reaction she would have voiced her question. "The boy has an astonishing amount of raw magic within him, with my guidance he will be our greatest achievement. Without the Potter's around, and with everyone else believing him to be dead, nobody can interfere." He spoke with a soft authorities voice that sounded like a teacher reprimanding a mischievous student. But it was enough to cause understanding to flow into His two servants minds. Without any warning a bright flash of green filled their vision, and once it had faded the whimpering form of Peter Pettigrew was dead. "I will raise the boy, however at a later date you will introduce your children to him, after all how can a Prince rule over subject unless he has subject to rule." Bella and Lucius turned to each other and then to their Lord, this would be good for them if their children could become associated with the Dark Lords 'adopted' son then their families would benefit greatly. With that thought in mind Malfoy turned back to the child in Bella's arm and bowed his head slightly, "To the Dark Prince" he whispered just loud enough for all the rooms occupants to hear. Bella repeated his words causing the Pale face of Lord Voldemort to regain its sinister smile. Only this time neither death eater flinched as they were to busy looking at the form of Harry James Potter.
"Dimitar Gaunt" was the only words that echoed through the hall as they looked at the child, whom had now been 'christened' with a new name.
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5 years later
Order of the Phoenix Headquarters, Number 12 Grimmauld Place.
The aged form of Albus Dumbledore slouched within his high cushioned chair, It had been 2 long years since he had been removed from Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. 3 dark years since Lord Voldemort had taken hold of the British Ministry and a year since the seemingly unbeatable Lord Voldemort had openly attacked France, Germany and Spain. Most of these countries had ministry's as corrupt as the British and so in the short year of attacks all three countries were in a similar situation to Great Britain. The fact that Voldemort had taken a hold of the smaller European countries by uniting all of their Dark Lords under him had only added to the fear that the name Voldemort encouraged.
Everything had gone wrong after that fateful Halloween night, he had been unable to reach Godrics Hollow in time to save the Potter family, Voldemort had prepared for his interference and had placed his own wards up around the house stopping Dumbledore and the order from getting into the premises.
Ever since then the wizarding world had heard about the prophecy and had started to blame Dumbledore for loosing their saviour. The peoples revolt against him had left them open to Voldemort and his death eaters. Great Britain had paid dearly. The ministry was taken with little resistance and had long since been rebuilt to match Voldemort's ideals. A year after capturing the ministry Voldemort and his followers had attacked Hogwarts itself and bested the Order of the phoenix, teachers and what was left of those who rebelled against the Dark Side. The end result was that Dumbledore, and his order were forced to go into hiding whilst showing support and loyalty to the Dark Side in order to keep their families alive. As for Hogwarts itself, Dumbledore shuddered every time he thought of the ancient and most prestigious school on Europe. From what his informants had collected, All teachers who had refused to bow before Voldemort had been killed and replaced, New staff positions had been created to allow more death eaters into the school to keep it in check. The Dark Arts and Duelling had been added to the curriculum and Muggle studies had been remodelled and become a compulsory subject.
Muggle born had been removed from the school and forced into slavery to the pure blood families, and although Half bloods were allowed to attend Hogwarts, they had to have sworn loyalty to the Dark Lord before hand. His informants had also informed him that Voldemort had changed the 4 houses from the names of the founders to names of various serpents of prestige. However Dumbledore's greatest disappointment was that after the lights fall he had finally discovered the true loyalties of Severus Snape. The man had openly sided with the Death Eaters, and although to the world he appeared to be a loyal follower Dumbledore had founded a different opinion. Severus Snape was a man out for himself.
Despite the worlds current predicament, Dumbledore stilled held hope, rumours had begun 5 years ago of the Dark Lord Voldemort's heir, rumours that had quickly been proven as fact. This for the aged wizard was to much of a coincidence, Harry Potter is never found and within weeks Lord Voldemort had a son. Yes Albus Dumbledore still had hope, unfortunately his order did not share his hope. As far as they were concerned Harry Potter did died on Halloween 5 years ago, after all what chance did they have that Harry having been raised by Voldemort would willingly be their saviour. This argument Dumbledore found was sound of mind and reason. He sighed lightly, and whispered two names that he knew were the two alias for the two heroes of the two worlds. "Harry Potter," hero of the light, "Dimitar Gaunt" prince and prodigy of the dark.
Authors Notes: This is my first Harry Potter fic, well actually its my first ever fanfic. Having read so many different fics on different shows, and stories I decided to try creating one myself. Reviews and Criticism is always appreciated especially if you can provide pointers to help better my work. I'm English and so some words I knew are spelt different to their counterparts in America and some words mean different things. So I apologise for that. Also this story has not had a beta so I apologise if my grammar and spelling goes wiry in some places. Next chapter will introduce Dimitar and some other characters.