A Not-So Father Son Relationship

What would happen if Harry was not the only person who could defeat Lord Voldemort? What if there was another person who could defeat him? And that person was Voldemort's own son?

Okay, I have only ever written one other fanfic story, and I posted four chapters of that and didn't get one review. So I made this one up. In a way, it is my first fanfic. SO DON'T FLAME ME! Actually I don't really mind. I would love to get some reviews, even if it is just to tell me my story sucks. SO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!

Oh yeah, the disclaimer, I always 4get about that: I do not own Harry Potter, and most probably, neither do you. So HA YOU CAN'T SUE ME! Unless you are J.K Rowling, in which case I am terribly sorry, and, although you have the power to sue me, please don't, as I know I do not own H.P.

Flashback

The cold wind in the dark alley made my cape flow behind me, and made it look as though I was a superhero out of some muggle story. But I wasn't a superhero; I was much, much more. I had more power than anyone could ever dream of, and just looking at me would prove that. Where most people would have normal eyes, I had catlike slits, and, besides that, they were red. Red as rubies, though if anyone but myself dared to say that, I would kill them. I have many followers, and though there are many who wish to stand against me, none of them live. Each night I go door-to-door, gathering followers, and killing opposers. But this night, this night was different. When I reached my third house of the night, a strikingly gorgeous witch opened the door. She didn't tremble in fear, as most people do, or announce that she has wanted to join my recruits, as few do. She invited me in, friendly as can be, and offered me some firewhiskey. I sat opposite her, and a common muggle emotion that I had never felt before filed through me. Affection. The more I drank, the more I liked the girl. Later in the night, she brought out a bottle of muggle champagne. "Not strong." She told me, "But I tried it at my muggle cousins' party, and I have grown quite attached to it." I have to admit, it was a nice change from our wizard's type alcohol. As the night progressed, things leaded to other things (A/N I think you know what I mean ;)) and the next morning I awoke next to her. She was still asleep when I woke, so I left immediately, not wanting anyone to know I had been there all night. What a story for that girl to tell, "I slept with Lord Voldemort." Two weeks later I received a letter from her, telling me that she was pregnant, and that she wanted me to come and see her, and to live with her so she can have the baby without the guilt of not having a boyfriend. Of course I couldn't, I mean the all-powerful Lord Voldemort with a wife and child? It couldn't happen. So I chose to ignore the letters that were being constantly sent to me, getting more and more urgent. She finally gave up, realising that I wouldn't reply, and nine months later I got a short letter saying, "It's a boy. You have a son." That was the last letter I ever received from her, and, as far as I know, he is currently at Durmstrang. At least it is a school that encourages the dark arts, so that he can follow in my footsteps.

End Flashback

Voldemort finished telling his story. Lucius thought that if someone followed in his Lords footsteps, the world would be in danger. Of course, he would never say that in front of his master. "You are the only person I have confided in, Lucius. I trust you will keep this secret. Or you will face the consequences."

Lucius was surprised at the fact that his master had told him this. He felt proud that he thought he could trust him. Wait, not thought, knew. He, Lucius Malfoy, was not about to let out a secret that Lord Voldemort, the greatest and most powerful wizard ever, had confided in him. "So, you have a son," Was all he could say. He never would have believed it. "Yes. Shocking isn't it?"

"Yes. Extremely."

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Harry sat down next to his two best friends, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. "I wish they'd hurry up with the sorting," Ron complained, "I'm starving."

"Ron," Hermione scolded, "The sorting is really important."

"Hate to say it 'Mione, but I agree with Ron," Harry said.

"Tuh."

At the end of the sorting, Dumbledore stood up and addressed the pupils. Now, before professor McGonagall puts the sorting hat away, I have an announcement. We have a new student at our school, his name is Luke Paige. He has just transferred here from Durmstrang."

At this Malfoy looked up. He looked delighted. "Great, a Durmstrang student. Him and Malfoy will go well together, I'm sure they will become the best of friends," Ron rolled his eyes.

"We will sort him in the normal way," Dumbledore continued. "He is in his 7th year, and I hope you will treat him well."

A boy of about 17 walked out, sat on the stool, and put the sorting hat on his head. Harry and Ron took in his appearance. He was tall. About 5 foot 3, and he had sandy blonde hair. He had a broad, muscly body. And his eyes. His eyes were bright red, the colour of blood. Harry couldn't help but think about how those eyes reminded him of Voldemort's.

"Griffindor!" the sorting hat yelled, much to everyone surprise.

Well, how was it? Plz Plz plz review coz I had no reviews with my last fanfic