Warnings: Sexual situations, profanity, child neglect, glamouring and cross-dressing of a minor, threesome relationship, paedophilic situations, m-preg later on, homosexuality, homophobia, and general OOC-ness of canon characters. Possibly more, but these warnings cover the majority of my bases.

If any of the above do not appeal to you, please don't read this story and then flame me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, its characters or any familiar scenes. I am merely borrowing these things for my enjoyment, for entertainment purposes, and I do not make any money from publishing this story. I own only Light Heart's plot and the original character/s introduced.

All mistakes are also my own.

Pairing: Severus Snape/Orion Potter (OC)/Lucius Malfoy

"Orion" = Speech

Orion = Emphasis

Orion = Thoughts

Orion = Parseltongue

Chapter 1: Discoveries

Severus Snape strode impatiently across the street in the Muggle neighborhood, a sneer of disgust crossing his pale face. His long black robes billowed out dramatically around him, making the neighbors all titter and stare unashamedly, noting his destination to be 4 Privet Drive.

Potter would do well to be grateful. A death by Tom's hand would be a gift. I'd take my life before staying in this area longer than strictly necessary. He could almost pity the wretch who'd surely match the expectations set by his fool of a father. The image of a strutting five-year-old flickered through his mind and another painful grimace touched his lips. Even an arrogant brat should not have to live in this place. He rapped sharply upon the front door of the drab house. His finely tuned ears detected quiet footsteps tapping toward him, and he readied his most stern glare. The door opened and out peeked Po- a young girl with dull gold eyes and ratty, greasy brown hair.

"Who are you? Where's Potter?" Severus snapped. As he stepped closer, the shocking sensation of crackling magic overwhelmed his senses.

"P-Potter? Y-you must be looking for H-Harry…. He-he's at school with D-Dudley… I'm just R-Rose." The girl hoarsely whispered, a little tremble rippling through her body.

"What are you doing here?" Severus raised an eyebrow.

"A-Aunt Petunia and U-Uncle Vernon empl….oy..yed… me. P-please sir, I need to go back to work…." Rose let out a squeaking noise.

"Hm…. How about instead, you visit someone with me?" Heavily relying on the off-chance that the Dursley's hadn't taught the girl about the dangers of going off with a stranger, Severus held his hand out toward her. "I can promise you, he will treat you better than the abominations here."

Rose took very little time to consider his offer before delicately grabbing his hand. "O-okay, sir. I'm ready."

Understanding that this meant the child had nothing to call her own, he tightened his fingers around hers before Disapparating from the doorstep. Surprisingly, Rose didn't vomit as Severus thought, merely looking an odd shade of green mottled with pink. Releasing her, he strode down the packed earth path, narrowing his eyes at the snakes roaming the grounds around them. Rose trotted along behind him, silent and nervous but becoming enraptured with the unusual forest surroundings and the odd creatures wandering around. Her dull eyes lit up with each new discovery, yet not a word passed her lips.

"Hurry along. Tom is not a patient man." Severus barked, inwardly grimacing at Rose's flinch. He started walking faster, eyes widening at the tantalizing feel of his lord's dark magic soaking the air.

Rose grabbed onto the man's sleeve, her chest feeling very heavy yet somehow light at the same time. Her eyes widened dramatically when the huge double doors swung open by themselves and admitting them inside. As she was led up many stairs and through countless halls, the feeling got even stronger and she struggled to not burst into tears. Finally, they stopped in front of a door with a shiny snake as the handle, which opened slowly. A spacious study was revealed, a handsome man with dark hair and dark eyes ringed with scarlet red looking up from a stack of papers.

"Severus, this isn't the Potter boy." The man's eyes narrowed, tone disapproving. "Why have you not followed through with my request?"

"This is Rose. She claims to be the Dursley's niece, and their working girl. I doubt that she has ever seen the light of day before today." Severus coldly reported. "There were not wards around the house. They have fallen, and no one other than Rose was there."

Tom made a noise of contemplation. "Rose, would you come here, please?" He beckoned her closer, giving a small smile when she inched forward. "Good girl. Now, can you tell me what this is?" He held up his wand.

"A-a stick, sir?" Rose muttered in confusion.

"No. Take it and give it a wave." Tom closed her hand around it.

Rose did so, a loud clap of thunder shattering the silence, a downpour starting in the previously nice day. She let out a surprised laugh and flicked it, earning a small kitten made of snow, before it melted slowly. She quickly began doing new movements and getting new results with each, a steady stream of giggles escaping her.

A smirk crossed Tom's lips. "Well, Severus, this prize is certainly different. I do believe we have found a witch that outpowers either Dumbledore or myself."

"She's only five, Tom. How can she be—"Severus murmured, eyes locked onto the now-content child.

"She has the potential. I can feel it. She feels strange, as well. An odd combination of Dark and Light magicks."

"I do believe that the mix is a result of a glamour attached to her." Severus frowned. A few complicated swirls and slashes of his wand and the glamour was stripped, revealing a still unhealthily thin child, but with slanted icy blue eyes ringed with black and a long mane of fluffy, silvery-white hair. Ears turned pointed, skin no longer sheet white but a creamy one, and sharp teeth flashed with every laugh. The biggest difference, that made the two wizards gape, was that Rose was quite obviously a male now. Quickly, before anything else happened, Tom dove through his mind and gently ripped out anything to do either the Dursley's or Harry Potter, and packing into place memories of himself, the Death Eaters, and the Malfoy family in the empty spots. The Riddle heir had just been born.