"Sit for a minute. I want to watch this city burn."
Young Harry Potter nodded up at his 'father', unaware of the fact that the city he was watching contained everything he held dear to him. His blood relatives, his Uncle's Sirius and Remus, and the house he was taken to in order to run from a mad man.
His 'father' sighed, "Let's go, Harrison. I need to get back to the manor to fix a few things." Harry already grasped his 'father's' hand and looked up with innocent jade eyes. Crimson clashed with jade as a silent plea was sent out to his 'father'.
"Yes, Lord Volde-"
"Call me, Father, my son." Placing a soft kiss over the lightning scar the pair apparated into oblivion.
Thinking back on the first day that he had met his true father was like looking into the eyes of someone who was long dead. Harrison James Potter pulled his damp face from the Pensive as he gathered himself as best a ten year old could accomplish.
"My son," a voice greeted his now alert mind, crimson met jade once more, and a noiseless question was passed.
"I needed to remember again." Harry's voice was soft like vanilla as he stood before his adopted father. Lord Voldemort, or rather Tom Riddle, gave no indication that he cared. His mask was firmly in place. Harry, feeling like that was not enough information for his father, continued, "I needed to remember what I left behind. I know I chose right going with you, father, but I just needed to remember." It had been eight years since he was adopted by the Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort.
"I understand." Harry felt a pair of cold hands on the back of his neck as he was pulled into a loose embrace. "It was a wise decision, and certainly a hard one for someone as young as you were to make. I am proud of you, my son, Harrison." A strong finger lifted Harry's eyes up to meet his father's.
"Thank you, father."
He was lightly pushed away as his father stalked to where the table was set for breakfast in the large study. A pop announced the arrival of the house elf, Liz, who squeaked at the sight of Lord Voldemort. Bowing, the small elf began a long of string of apologies as to why he was here uncalled for. Annoyed at this, Voldemort kicked the Liz into getting to what she had come for.
"M-master Riddle, Liz comes to tell master that Lucius Malfoy and Draco Malfoy are in master's parlor!" The house elf bowed lower, hoping to please her master enough so as not to be punished.
"Bring them in. Now!"
"Yes, master sir!" A pop later and Voldemort sat.
A knock on the door was all the signal that was given before the door was slammed open and a wisp of black fabric was seen, before the wearer of the fabric was on the floor, bowing regally to Lord Voldemort.
"My Lord," Lucius Malfoy was never one to be humble. But when in the presence of one terribly dark Lord, then hell, you better bend your proud little neck if you didn't want to be killed!
"Lucius." Voldemort acknowledged, "I hope you remember my heir, Harrison."
The stately blonde wizard glanced up to catch those alluring green eyes, "Of course, my Lord. No one in their right mind could forget such eyes." He stood after Voldemort nodded; eyes alight with amusement at the compliment thrown to his young heir. "Harrison, it is a pleasure to see you again." He kissed the small pale hand that Harry had offered, having gotten used to being treated in such a manner already.
"Lucius, no need for such pleasantries." Harry was embarrassed to know that his cheeks flared at such behavior still.
Lucius Malfoy, esteemed Death Eater, smirked. As usual. "But Harrison, you know I must. It is proper conduct for someone of your status." Lucius said, watching his Lord from out of the corner of his eyes. "My Lord, may I introduce my son, Draco?" at his Lord's nod of approval Lucius walked briskly from where he stood to the door.
In walked a smaller version of Lucius. With white blonde hair and a sharp aristocratic features and eyes a deep blue, it surely was a sight to see. The young boy bowed low, just as his father before him had done. "My Lord." No stutter. Nicely done, Harry thought. It surely was the first his age to address his father without a stutter at his impressive power and facade.
Harry looked up to see his father's face. It was cold and void of emotions. But that was good in Harry's mind. It meant that he wasn't angry with what he saw. He took a chance and allowed the bond between them to flair, indicating that he wanted his attention.
Lord Voldemort felt the itch of the bond and looked to Harrison, his son, to see what he wanted. Oh. He sighed and nodded, smirking when he saw his blindingly bright smile at the obvious yes.
"Draco!" Harry crowed and childishly stepped to the blonde boy. "I'm Harry Potter," he offered his hand politely, "Would you like to be my friend?" His eyes shone with a green fire that he was known for throughout the Death Eater's in the inner circle.
Draco stood still, pale eyes wide at the sight before him. He looked to his father to confirm that he could do what he wished and sighed in relief at the smile that adorned his father's face. "I'm Draco Malfoy, and yes," He shook the offered hand, smiling ever so slightly at the overly happy Harry, "I would love to be your friend." He took the hand and rose it to his lips for a kiss and smirked at the reddening blush that adorned the before pale cheeks.
"Oh no! You're like your father!" Harry gasped in fake horror at this and childishly ran to his father only to hide behind his chair. "I never thought this could've happened!" Harry was only like this when his father allowed it. He knew he would soon have to stop this act, but he liked playing around with those of his own age.
Draco could only smile, moving forward ever so slowly and gracefully to capture Harry's hand once again and laying another kiss on it just to annoy Harry. "But I must, my young Prince."
Harry was shocked at the title, but smirked, "Prince's don't have kisses laid upon their hands! Only Princess' get that! My silly little blonde Knight."
Draco could only smile. "But you're special." He pulled the raven haired boy from behind the chair and held onto his hand, "It's my job to protect you from now on." He declared to Harry.
Lord Voldemort watched on with amusement at seeing his Harrison so happy. Looking over to Lucius, he saw that he thought the same for his own son.
_.-._..._.-._
Months passed and Draco and Harry could only grow closer. Plans on the dark evil scary side were going very well, but not well enough, for they had still not taken over Hogwart's.
Lord Voldemort could be seen pacing his study often, making Harry worry only more. He hoped his father was going to be okay. Dumbledore had been giving them a tough time as of late, and no one on their side had been taking it well.
Like one morning, Harry could feel the tension at an inner circle meeting. Draco hadn't come as usual so Harry had to sit and be quiet as he watched his father orchestrate the meeting with smooth coldness.
"Father," Harry began, the mask that protected the others from seeing his face getting in the way of his speech lightly, "Where is he?" Lord Voldemort knew who he was talking about and directed his gaze to the mask he knew was Lucius'. The blonde man walked over to where Harry stood and whispered in his ear as to the young blonde's whereabouts. After the man had stepped away, Harry's shoulders had slumped in disappointment. He was looking forward to seeing his friend today.
"Father I had planned something else today. May I be excused from today's meeting?"
Lord Voldemort's eyes drilled into the eyes of his son's. Not knowing of these plans beforehand, and therefore thinking of them as just an excuse to get out of the meeting. He called the meeting to an end instead, and waited till everyone had filed out, leaving just him and his son. Lucius, he knew, would be waiting outside the door for them. "What is wrong, Harrison?"
Harry looked up into his scarlet eyes and slumped unceremoniously to the floor, "Draco is sick…He won't be able to come over until he's better…"
Lord Voldemort had known of this before the meeting had started but didn't know that he would take it so badly. It was one of the sicknesses wizarding kind had no cure for: the common cold.
"Come my son; let us ask Lucius what we can do." He took hold of his son's shoulders and led him out to where Malfoy Senior stood, mask off.
Voldemort began, "Lucius, it has come to my attention, that Harrison is missing Draco quite terribly. Would it be possible if he could visit him tonight?"
Lucius nodded, barely able to hide the knowing smirk, "Why of course," He lowered himself to Harry's height and smiled at the young Dark Heir, "Draco has talked of you nonstop. I'm sure he's missing you just as much."
Harry was a ball of happiness at this fact, he truly had missed Draco, and being able to see the blonde boy would satisfy all his restless needs and give everyone in the manor a break from his terror.
Harry nodded wildly and went to his room to find appropriate robes to go see his young friend.
As soon as he had left, both fathers sighed. It was impossible to separate the two boys and if they weren't together they were causing mayhem or sending 'secret' letters to one another.
Both fathers looked at each other, each in their own world of tiredness due to the boys, "We need to find a way around this." Lord Voldemort stated with conviction.
