Hai everyone! This is Cali, and ive decided to try and actually write fanfiction! Its Harry Potter, which Vega hates :( But whatevz. I know it probably sucks but if you dont like dont read.
I dont own harry potter. If I did I would be living in a beach side mansion. Well, a girl can dream...
On with the story!
A Death Eater's Stolen Child
"What are you doing here?" Aleine murmers when she spots Harry Potter's unruly black hair in a sea of redheads that are undoubtedly the Weasley clan. She sighs, and starts to follow them as they do their school shopping. Harry would be in his sixth year. Hmm. This could work to her advantage. Aleine hears the youngest Weasley, Ginny wasn't it, say something to Harry.
"Harry, you HAVE to see the new broom stuff. It could be useful for quidditch this year." Harry stops, and when the girl grabs his wrist and tries to drag him to the store, Harry shakes her off with a slight look of disgust.
"Ginny, I'm not playing seeker for Gryffindor this year." That stops the girl in her tracks. Aleine chuckles softly. Leave it to Harry to give a girl a heart attack. The youngest boy, Ron, overhears Harry and immediately starts questioning him. Aleine hisses under her breath. How dare they bother him like that! It was Harry's decision, not theirs. Anyway, quidditch was an extremely dangerous sport. She was glad Harry wouldn't be playing for the team. Less injuries, less hospital wing, less worrying.
"Harry mate! You can't be serious! It's quidditch! You can't quit, your the best seeker we've ever had!" The red headed boy shouted. Harry sneered, looking uncannily like Snape for a moment.
"Ron, I can quit if I want. Anyway, it's not like I'm stopping altogether. I'll still play, just not for the team. Ginny can be seeker. She's good!" Ron laughed.
"Sure she's okay, but really mate, let's face it, your 100 times better than her" Ginny made a disgruntled sound in the back of her throat.
"Ronald! That was extremely rude! Apologize to Ginny this instant!" Oh, the Weasley mother. Molly? Aleine slowly crept up to where the rest of the Weasley's were waiting for Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley to catch up. She heard the twins, Fred and George, muttering about some some type of candy. Ton-Tounge Toffee? Strange bunch. Aleine was watching Harry from the shadows of a corner when she realized someone else was watching her. A girl, with heavy books piled in her arms. A Ravenclaw? The Weasley's quickly noticed the girl, and Ron and Harry ran over to say hello.
"Hermione! I thought you'd never get here! You have to help me convince Harry to be seeker! He said he's quitting quidditch!" Ron whined. Hermione looked at him sharply.
"Ron, Harry can make his own decisions. Anyway, quidditch is a very dangerous sport. He's better off not playing." Aleine smiled. She liked this Hermione. Harry said hello, and the group started walking towards a bookshop, Aleine not far behind them. She can hear Hermione warning Harry about something.
"Harry, you know there was someone watching you. A lady, I think she saw me watching her, but it was creepy. She was just hiding in the shadows, watching us. She might be following us!" Harry glanced around nervously.
"Er, Hermione, I don't see anyone. Maybe you were seeing things? It is the wizarding world after all." Hermione nodded, slightly unconvinced, still looking around as if there were invisible people in the corners. Aleine followed them into the bookshelf, and saw the Weasley's wander off to find books. It was just Hermione and Harry. And her of course, watching from the shadows of a dusty bookshelf. Aleine watched nervously as the two came closer and closer to her hiding spot, Hermione looking for a book that was most likely on the shelf where she was hiding. Damn. Aleine almost sneezed as Hermione pulled a books off the shelves. Good god, how much dust can a bookshelf accumulate? Apparently a lot. Harry was shifting slightly, as if he could feel her watching him. They were only a few feet away now. Aleine made a small noise in the back of her throat. Harry was a teenager now. He was all grown up, almost an adult. Harry heard her small sigh and looked up sharply, and saw her. He gasped. Aleine cursed under her breath. Now what?
"Hermione! Get Mr. Weasley! This is the lady who was following us, isn't it!" Aleine leaned foreword and grabbed the girls wrist.
"Wait, please let me explain." Hermione nodded slowly, then pulled out her wand and created silencing wards around them. Aleine smirked. She was liking this girl more and more. Said girl motioned for her to speak.
"I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not a Death Eater. I just, I needed to see Harry before he went off to Hogwarts again. You see, I've just found out he was in London, I actually just found out he was alive. I had to see him with my own eyes." Hermione nodded again.
"Why have you just found out he's alive? Harry's been going to Hogwarts for 6 years now, it's taken you that long to find him? And why does it matter to you anyway?" Harry nodded forcefully. Aleine sighed. She had to leave soon, before anyone realized she was in Diagon Alley.
"Because I know things about him, about his family, his parents." Harry stood straighter, and a look of excitement flashed across his face.
"Really? Did you know my mum and dad? Can you tell me about them?" Aleine sighed. She seemed to be doing that a lot today.
"Harry, Lily and James Potter were wonderful people. They had a few rough times though. You see, when Lily was pregnant, there was an attack on their home. She was hit with a spell, and it made her miscarriage."
"Wait," Hermione interrupted. "What are you saying, that Harry isn't really Harry Potter?" Aleine just sighed again.
"Let me finish. When James found out, he was extremely distraught, slightly mad even. He vowed to get revenge. He said, he said he would take a Death Eater's child, because they had taken his." Harry slid to the floor, staring at Aleine in shock. Hermione say down next to him, and looked at her thoughtfully.
"Then, if this is true, who is Harry really? And who are you? Are you related to him?" Aleine smiled slightly.
"His name wasn't Harry, but when James broke into a Death Eater's home and stole their child, Lily glamoured him to look like he was theirs. They changed his name, and fooled everyone. The Death Eater's son was thought to be dead. Everyone thought he was dead. Except me." Harry looked slightly ill by this point.
"Who are you?" He asked in a shaky voice. "Are you related to me?" Aleine sat down in Harry's other side, and started running a hand through his hair. He unconsciously leaned into her hand. Aleine sighed yet again. Harry looked up at her with large emerald green eyes, silently begging for an answer.
"Harry, I'm your mother."
Harry jerked away from Aleine, nearly crashing into Hermione.
"You said you weren't a Death Eater. You said you wouldn't hurt me. Your probably telling me lies about my family so you can stall so Voldemort can get here!" He shot at her. Aleine reached for him, and before he knew it, Harry was sitting in her lap and was being hugged. He visibly relaxed into Aleine's arms. Hermione looked like she was having a hard time not cooing at them.
"Shhh. It's okay, it's okay. They took you from me once, but they're never taking you again. Oh my baby, I've missed you. I've missed you." Aleine crooned to her newfound son. Hermione looked like she was going to burst from lack of unsaid questions being answered. Aleine smiled and motioned for Hermione to fire away.
"What's Harry's real name? Who's his father? What's your name? Are you going to take him to your house? Is he going to go back to Hogwarts?" Harry gave Hermione a slightly exasperated look at all the questions. Aleine laughed softly.
"His name is Alexander Luke. If he wants to come home with me he can. His father thinks were both dead, I would give anything to have a camera to capture the look on his face when two supposed dead people show up on his doorstep. If he wants to go back to that horrid school and learn nothing then he can. But hear me when I say this, if that meddling old coot Albus Dumbledore tries to do anything to my son, I will rip him limb from limb." Harry leaned against Aleine, and sighed softly.
"My whole life is a lie. Wait, does that mean the prophecy doesn't apply to me? I'm not the Chosen One! This is great! If we can get rid of the glamour, I can be just me. The real me. Alexander." Aleine practically beamed at his true name.
"Can I call you mum?" He asked in a hesitant voice. "And maybe have a nickname, like Alex or Zander?" Aleine just hugged him tightly. She could feel tears in the corner of her eyes.
"I like Alex. And it would make me so very very happy if you'd call me mum." The newly nicknamed Alex grinned.
"So, maybe we should get off the bookstores floor, in case someone finds us." Hermione murmured. Alex nodded thoughtfully.
"You never told me who my dad is." He stated. Aleine sighed. Yet again. Ugh, too much sighing.
"Your father is a spy for the light. He isn't really a Death Eater. But not a lot of people trust him. A lot of people hate him, as a matter of fact." Alex nodded.
"I guess I can wait to know who he is, and wait to see him. Do you think you could take the glamour off? I want to know what I look like, the real me." Aleine tapped the top of Alex's head with her wand, and Hermione gasped as his hair became neater, and his skin became paler, and he grew taller. His fingers grew longer, his hair turned blacker, if that was even possible, and he took his glasses off. He didn't need glasses anymore. Alex blinked, getting used to the changes. Aleine gasped when she saw his eyes. They were a dark, bit bright blue, with strange swirls of black in them. The blue matched her own eye color.
"So," Alex said, striking a pose. "How do I look?" Hermione giggled slightly. Aleine smiled. Alex grinned back at them.
"Alex, would you like to come and live with me? I mean, you don't have to," Aleine was interrupted by Alex hugging her tightly and murmuring yes over and over again. Hermione smiled at the mother and son. Who knew what strange things could happen in the back of a bookstore.
"Mum, can we go home? I have all my things from the Dursley's in my shrink able trunk, and that's in my knapsack. So I don't think I'm ever going back there. Hedwig is at the Weasley's, but I'm sure she can find me wherever we go." Aleine nodded, overjoyed that Alex, her son, actually wanted to stay with her. Hermione grabbed Alex's arm, and reminded him about the Weasley's. What were they going to tell them?
"I don't want to go back to Hogwarts. I've never really learned much there, and almost every year Voldemort tries to kill me. So, I'll run away, only I'll be staying with mum. Good plan? I haven't even bought my 6th year supplies yet, so I'm all set to go home with mum. I'll send letters Hermione, I promise. " Hermuone hugged Alex and left so the Weasley's could help her find her parents. Aleine nodded thoughtfully. It was a good plan. Dumbledore couldn't find him if he was with a blood relative that meant him no harm. Neither could Voldemort. Perfect. Now all she had to do was find her husband, and try to explain where she was for 15 years.
Aleine and Alex left the bookstore soon after the Weasley's and Hermione. They were just passing the apothecary when Aleine bumped into something. Or rather, someone. The man she had run into turned around, his thick black cloak billowing around his feet. He glanced at Alex, then turned his attention to her. And reeled back in shock.
"Your dead," He said in a choked voice. "You've been dead for 15 years." Aleine smiled sadly.
"I nearly was dead. After the attack I ran to Ireland, stayed with my grandfather. after he died, I started moving place to place. I've been hiding in Australia for the past 3 or 4 years." The man glanced around, and, after sure that no one was watching them, grabbed Aleine and Alex's arms and aparrated away. They landed in front of a beautiful cottage. Alex could see a lake not far away, and a small forest. He decided he liked it. Aleine smiled brightly, and inhaled deeply.
"Home." She sighed. The man nodded, a ghost of a smile on his face. Then he turned towards Alex.
"Who's this?" He murmured. Aleine shoved Alex foreword slightly.
"This is Alex. You may know him as Alexander Luke." The man stared. He rocked back and forth slightly, as if considering falling over. Aleine laughed slightly before grabbing the mans arm and pulling him into the house, beckoning to Alex. He followed, and paused in the doorway. The cottage was painted a pale yellow, and had a nice, homey feel to it.
"Alexander's alive?" The man managed to gasp out. He looked a bit too pale. Alex smirked slightly.
"No, I'm dead. This is my ghost. Ooooh!" His sarcasm coming out. The man looked at him, and Alex's mum hid her laughter behind her hand.
"Could you take your glamour off? I think Alex should meet his father." The man smiled, just for a moment, before pulling out his wand and murmuring something. The illusions fell away. Alex fell into a chair, and looked at his father for the first time in his life, that he could remember. He knew his father. Oh yes, he knew his father before knowing who he really was. Alex could only gape in shock at the man in front of him. His father, Severus Snape.
"This is insane. Just insane. Wow. Your my dad? There is nothing that would surprise me now. Nothing. Not even Voldemort Ina pink tutu singing Barbie songs." Aleine actually giggled at that, while Severus snorted.
"Would you say that to the Dark Lords face Alexander?" Alex laughed, but thought about it for a second.
"I might. A moment if distraction could save your life you know." His father looked at him thoughtfully.
"You seem familiar to me. Why?" He looked at Aleine for an answer.
" Alex was at Hogwarts before I found him. He was taken, glamoured, and grew up someone else. He's actually taken it quite better than I expected though." Severus nodded.
"Who were you? Before?" Alex steeled himself. Time to call upon that Gryffindor courage.
"Harry Potter."
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-Cali