Title: Dark Light
Author: Ravenclawer
Rating: PG
Summary: Just one day before Voldemort's downfall, he chose an heir- a wise decision, indeed. But what if the heir's intended family did not raise him? Harry… has a brother, and it's not someone he'd have befriended in another world. Alternative Universe.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter! I did not write Harry Potter! Er… also, no money is being made, and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended (obviously). :)
Notes: This first chapter is a complete rewrite of my story that I started (and never finished) a year ago, called Draco Salazar Malfoy Riddle.
The dark air shimmered peacefully around the hill, accompanied by the
gentle swaying of emerald leaves that seemed to glow under the moonlight.
It was midnight, and Lucius Malfoy stood passively amidst it all,
waiting. But despite his silence, evidence clearly showed his rare feelings of
anxiety. Every minute or so he would fidget impatiently, glancing down at the
sleeping bundle he held in his arms.
It was not often the Dark Lord asked to see his followers' heirs, and especially not so soon after their births.
Indeed, it was this fact that gave Lucius his misgivings about his coming meeting with his Lord, Voldemort.
He shuddered, and involuntarily drew his cloak closer around his body.
It wasn't fear of his master that fueled his nervousness, actually. Granted, everyone except the rarest few held at least some fear for the evil wizard, and certainly, he and his fellow Death Eaters were no exception. Fear was something they'd discovered to be crucial to Voldemort's rule the day they were initiated into his ranks.
So no, his nervousness was not borne from fear of his master's wrath. It was his son.
Before, loyalty and success were all that one needed to gain status, wealth, and power under the hand of Voldemort. It was power that he had craved, earned, and been granted under Voldemort's hand. Those who failed suffered his Dark Lord's wrath, and Lucius knew that he was no failure. But now, his newborn Lucius had become something else to worry about.
Parental instinct told him that the baby he held in his arms was destined for power- it showed by the unusual quietness of the child soon after he was born, and the way his icy gray eyes held an unusual curiosity for the world, especially for someone as small as his age.
Lord Voldemort was renown for his capability to deal with anything he considered a threat quickly and successfully; Lucius only hoped that his son would be considered a potential ally, and not someone his master felt would endanger his position of power.
But his thoughts of worry were short-lived, as the dark shadow of another being suddenly emerged and fell menacingly over him.
Quickly chastising himself for allowing himself to show even the tiniest hint of weakness, Lucius forced his body to regain its impassiveness, and spun around to kneel at the feet of the dark presence.
"Master", the death eater whispered, and bent to kiss the helm of Lord
Voldemort's cloak.
Lord Voldemort welcomed the expected action of welcome from his follower with what was almost a satanic grin. He obviously enjoyed his power.
"Lucius," was all he said in response. The word was uttered as a command, not a greeting.
Lucius knew it too, as he slowly presented the small bundle that was his son.
Red eyes gleaming, his master took it.
Voldemort smiled.
"Lucius, you have always been my most faithful follower," the Dark Lord stated evenly.
"Th-thank you, Master," Lucius replied solemnly. "I am honored, my lord." He masked his surprise at this rare compliment, and breathed an inward sigh of relief. Perhaps this was a first hint of an upcoming discussion full of good news- that is, his master wasn't displeased about anything.
But Voldemort was hardly there to notice his servant's sudden relief, for he was already intently observing the infant.
It was asleep. Pale, blond tufts of hair framed his small face, and despite his innocence, one could feel the powerful aura of magic contained within its spirit.
"Lucius," he spoke again with an air of genuine satisfaction. "It is as I thought. Your son is destined for power… for greatness!"
Lucius warmed under this second compliment.
"I will not fail you, my lord," he immediately straightened. "I will raise him well to serve our force, teach him the powerful magic of-"
"Silence!" his master hissed, interrupting him mid-sentence.
"Lucius, Lucius, Lucius," the Dark Lord tisked, "You jump to too many conclusions, my friend. Yes, I want you to raise him- and raise him well. But he will not have only the guidance of a follower. He will not be only your heir!"
Feelings of disbelief and pride raced through the Death Eater's mind. Was what his Master suggesting real? Voldemort had just chosen his son to be…
"What is his name?" Voldemort suddenly asked, before glancing amusedly at the astounded expression of his follower.
"…My son?"
"Lucius, hope that stupidity does not run in the family," his Master mocked wryly.
The man reddened and berated himself angrily for accidentally stating the obvious. Actually, his hesitation was borne from the fact that he'd never really thought of the name for his son yet. It was a tradition for Malfoys to be named officially exactly one month after their birth, and that was long from coming. His son was still at the most, only a week old.
"Draco," he finally gasped out. Though it was rushed, he immediately realized that it was the perfect name.
"Draco," Voldemort said slowly, testing the name. Nodding, he acquiesced his servant's choice for the name.
Then he shoved the boy back to his father.
"Now, my follower! Behold! Hold out Draco's arm!" he instructed Lucius.
Instantly, the once calm trees began swaying with the wind, howling in unison with the dark forces soon to be observed by both mortals.
A bright, but eerily dark flame appeared, burned, grew, and smothered menacingly in the Dark Lord's hand. He held it directly above the arm of his future heir.
"Draco Salazar Malfoy Slytherin!" he hissed. A satanic grin spread over his features.
At once, a flash of bright green light passed like electricity from dark wizard to boy, followed by one chilling scream, a baby's cry.
That marked the end, for suddenly, the winds were dying, and the dark magic that had just been witnessed passed softly away. The atmosphere remained as it once was, calm and serene- as if nothing significant had just occurred.
Both men bent to examine the baby boy as it howled its agony of its new mark. There, on his left arm, lay the simple sketch of a magnificent dragon.
It was still burning green.
For the second time that day, Voldemort smiled, but quickly Dissaperated. He would meet his end that night at Godric's Hollow, home of the Potters.
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Author's Note: YES, after one year, I've updated this story again! In case you find the plot familiar, let it be known that this is a rewrite of the story that I wrote (and never finished) almost exactly a year ago, called Draco Salazar Malfoy Riddle. So? What do you think? Has my writing improved? ^_^ lol. This rewritten version is certainly much longer than the original.
Many thanks to any who review! I already have about the next few chapters written, so I'll post them soon after I get some comments- *cough cough* reviews. =)