Disclaimer: I own nothing at all (I know so sad but we must move past this)
A/N: So I'm writing this while 'revising' for my french test I hope you like the first chapter and if so I'll continue if not it'll collect dust.
Chapter 1 - Finding you.
Severus Snape was annoyed. No scratch that he was pissed. He had just come from an order meeting where once again Sirius Black made it his mission to degrade him in front of others. He tried to engage Potter but he seemed to shrug him off. It was understandable ever since that Halloween things were different for them. That was the night that their friend betrayed them. That was the night their son vanished in the arms of Voldemort into the night.
The Potters were with Dumbledore and some other order members when their wards around their cottage in wales went off. They apparate to find the house in wreck with a screaming baby in the crib. The red hair indicated it was Thomas. Harry was nowhere to be seen. They searched the rubble to find Wormtail underneath a piece of roof. He attempted to lie but using a projection pensieve of Dumbledore's they watched as he stood by as Voldemort approached the crib.
The dark lord approached Harry and leveled his wand at him unleashing the dreaded green curse. Lilly by this point stifled a sob. Then a golden glow overcame him. The curse bounced harmless off hitting the roof. It began to fall. They watched as Thomas woke. Then the ward activated. He studied Harry before levitating him into his arms and blasting a hole in the wall and stepping out into the Halloween night. The memory ended as Wormtail was hit by a stray piece of rubble.
Wormtail was arrested and Voldemort's forces vanished and people declared the war to be over. They herald Harry as a savior while the Potters mourned the lost son. Since then Severus became potions master in Hogwarts but then everything changed. Voldemort resurfaced. So here was Snape walking into Malfoy manor where a meeting was taking place.
Collecting himself outside the door he stepped into the dining room. A long table lay ahead. "Ah Severus..I was beginning to wonder where you had gotten to"
"My apologies my Lord. Dumbledore needed me to oversee the Slytherin prefect selection" Snape answered.
"No matter. Some of you may know our guest this evening. He is the reporter who claims my return is merely propaganda for the ministry" Voldemort spat at the man flicking his wand so a squat balding man was stood to the right side of the table. He was stood a few feet away from the table but Snape could see he was sweating however instead of begging for his life he merely spat out "So this is the great Lord Voldemort! Pathetic" Voldemort hissed but then a dreamy voice cut through the unrest.
"This is the part that's no fun...When there's not any screaming" Snape and several others turned and saw a youth with black hair leaning against the door frame. He walked over here his eyes shadowed by the darkness. Then as he grew near his eyes came into view.
Emerald eyes stared at them all glassy and unfocused. He reminded Snape briefly of the ravenclaw...Lovegood.
"Raven...What are you doing here" Voldemort asked in a soft voice.
"I could smell the fear...He smells so...Delectable" He said walking over to the reporter and studying him.
"Raven...return to your quarters...Ask the house elves for a prisoner to play with" Voldemort said. Raven smiled nut it was twisted and cold.
He turned and began to walk out his hand trailing across the wall. "So I see..The mighty Voldemort has to get a loony to fight for him" Raven stopped his hand flat on the wall.
He turned and looked at Voldemort a pout on his lips. The death-eaters looked at their lord who nodded and Raven took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. He flicked his wrist and the reporter was hoisted into the air and was pinned to the roof. He began to struggle. Raven twirled his finger in the air and the mans screams echoed around the room as blood dripped own and onto Ravens pale skin. "I love this part" He whispered as more screams were emitted.
Snape looked at the teen. He had to be at least 6th year. Then the teen looked over at the table and Snap caught a full look at his eyes. He swallowed a gasp. His eyes. They were Lilly's
The mans screams stopped and a choking sound ensued. The teen merely dragged a finger down his cheek and studied the blood on it. Then the body erupted into flames eating him alive. The death-eaters watched as Raven smiled serenely before skipping out the door humming a tune.
"My lord...Who was that" A voice sounded in the followers.
"That Rookwood...Was Harry Potter"