Summary: Lord Voldemort has a son. Dumbledore takes him under his wing and transfers him to Hogwarts for protection against the Dark Lord...in Harry's fifth year.((maleOC x ? Yaois?))
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor anything else in this fanfiction aside from OCs. -
Prologue: The Secret
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The summer holidays had not been easy for Albus Dumbledore. After the fiasco ending the Triwizard Tournament, the ancient wizard had to deal with the press cornering him during his public appearences and the reactions from the Ministry. He had to admit, he was not at all surprised by the doubtful reception of the Dark Lord returning for these were people who were afraid of any sort of inkling that the war would return. The death of Cedric Diggory had parents worried about returning their children to Hogwarts. Was it truly a safe school? Would something else dangerous come up during the impending year? He grew tired of assumptions yet there was guilt pressing upon his frail chest whenever he reflected on Barty Crouch Jr. Alastor Moody was an old friend...he should have picked up on certain instances where the Auror had seemed off.
There had been one letter concerning him of the catastrophic news regarding Tom Riddle's return. Albus ran his fingers through his impressive silvery beard, the parchment sitting neatly on his desk. Striking blue eyes gazed over half-moon spectacles as he visually drank in every word, his own knowledge regarding the Dark Lord at a loss as to how he missed such an important factor of the evil one's younger years. But no...this didn't make sense. This event had to have happen not long before Harry Potter had been born...at the height of Voldemort's climb to power. His lips drew a thin line while he reflected on the new obstacle presented before him in letter form.
Anelie Diederich. Albus had never heard of this witch before but surely she had great information to share regarding the Dark Lord...something he needed to look into right away. The wizard snatched his quill and began to write out a response, his neat cursive decorating the blank piece of parchment paper while soft scratching sounds filled the study. His home was quaint but it certainly lacked the grandeur of his Headmaster office in Hogwarts. The letter contained his proper response to her desperate plea...one that involved the two of them meeting up to discuss the future of a new boy...of Lord Voldemort's heir.
The Three Broomsticks was bustling with activity and judging by the desperate expressions on the waitress' expressions, they weren't expecting a strange rush during the summer lull. In the darkest corner of the restaurant sat the oddest looking pair. Albus Dumbledore was known for having a wide assortment of friends but the witch sitting across from him couldn't be more different to the popular Headmaster. He held a polite smile as he sipped on his Firewhiskey, indicating with his hand for her to continue on with her long winded drawl.
Anelie Diederich held a nervous disposition as her gaze continuously trailed away from the elder, constantly flickering towards the door as soon as a new person entered. For a mature woman, she aged rather well. Though her pallid complexion was marred with a few wrinkles, her long wavy raven locks framed her angular face. Her lips remained pursed and her posture straight with primness despite the nervous ticks plaguing the woman. What was striking about the witch was her tangerine colored eyes. She had claimed to Dumbledore upon their meeting that it was a trait that ran in her family, a long bloodline of pureblooded magical folk hailing from Germany. Long tapered fingers wrapped around a mug of butterbeer, lifting the drink to her lips for a much needed quenching of the thirst.
"Dumbledore." Anelie said briskly while she placed her mug on the table, "My son is in danger. I am in danger. I can't think of anybody HE fears more then you nor anybody else capable of protection. I can reside in Hogsmeade if my dear Edward can attend this school- Surely you know he will return for his heir, yes?" She traced a long-nailed finger along the brim of the mug, fear filling those tangerine orbs, "I know I made a mistake back then. It was either you be on the Dark Lord's side or be stricken down. There was never an in-between." Albus nodded to show he was still listening. This seemed to encourage the lady before her banter continued, "I don't know much of the Order but -please-. If you find me not trustworthy, then at least accept my son. He has nothing to do with this..."
Dumbledore seemed to take a few moments to reflect on her words before he flashed her a kindly smile. His hands were folded neatly in front of him as if he were listening to the most pleasant of conversations rather then such a heavy topic. "I see no issue in Edward attending our school. There is no safer place then Hogwards. However, having you in Hogsmeade would be a poor choice. I can see to it that one of my fellow Order members take you in their home. But if you break this trust...I cannot be certain as to what will be the outcome."
Anelie let out a soft sigh of relief before reaching over to touch the elder's shoulder. "Thank you, Albus...I will do the best I can to aid you in your battle against...him. For now my son and I have been staying at the Hog's Head but I'm sure he will be delighted to be a Hogwart's student." Dumbledore let out a soft chuckle, taking another sip of his drink. The burn was warming down the throat.
"It may be embarassing for your boy at first for he will still have to be sorted properly at the ceremony but there are plenty of good hearted students in each house. Edward shall fit in just fine so long as he stays out of trouble." Said Dumbledore wisely. The glass was now empty on the table. Anelie took this as a sign to hurry up and finish her butterbeer. Once both beverages were done, the Headmaster left a few galleons on the table before the two exited the building.
Albus was worried how the boy would fit into the school, especially with a father such as Voldemort. Anelie seemed like a good woman who hopefully kept her boy in line though so perhaps this new student wasn't going to be like Tom Riddle in his old days. Faint memories resurfaced, resulting in a soft chuckle from the wizard and he silently hoped this was the right decision. Trust was always crucial into building relationships.
AN : A prologue. Chapter one will happen tomorrow with Edward. Reviews are much appreciated.