Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, HP belong to JK. Rowling. I own my OCs, I think. This story contains slash, boyxboy, some het too, also maybe swearing, AU, Dark!Harry.
English is not my mother tongue.
The story takes place one month after the death of Sirius, we're in the middle of summer holidays. Although some chapter will contain flashback to explain the past history between the characters, or major events which took place, or everything my mind want to write.
Hope you enjoy the story. =)
Revised: 29/05/2016
Chapter 1: Meet the boy
Lyra's orphanage, Surrey, 1996
Vivid green eyes watched with resolution his reflection in the mirror. His messy black hair were slightly gelled, giving him a 'just shagged' look. Dressed in dark slytherin green robes, embroidered with silver.
How did this happen? Thought the teenager. It wasn't that he wasn't in love or something like that. Actually, was his story really a love story? Well, he was happy at least… Truly he loved the tall dark haired, cold blue-eyed man. And now, he was on his way to meet his future father-in-law.
Wait. You don't know what's actually happening here, right?
He, Harry James Potter fell in love with the most handsome man (who had the intelligence to back his handsomeness) who graced this planet: Thomas Abraxas Gaunt.
You don't know who he is? And no, he's not Voldemort! He's Voldemort's son. He is quite different from his father… not really, BUT, he's just a bit better? Or the whole family is like the Malfoy you copy and paste the Riddles to have a next generation of one of them? But Harry knew in his heart that Thomas was special, he didn't have lots of arguments, and they were weak excuses. Harry thought himself in love, no, he was sure he was in love.
Little Whinging, Surrey, 1985
A four-year-old girl was walking with her 'big brother', who wasn't her blood brother. Her shoulder length black curly hair was flowing neatly with the wind. She had a pale and nice skin, peach coloured cheeks, and pale pinks lips. Her intelligent blue-purple eyes were watching her brother. The only thing she had in mind was when they were going to stop walking and sit down so she could read her book. They already were in the park, she didn't understand why he was still walking, and maybe he didn't want to stay with the muggles?
She glanced at the big book in her hand, she was eager to read it again (more like try to understand the first chapter). She may be four years old, but she knew she was an ambitious girl, and she'll succeed to be a healer! Pouting she glanced at her brother, he wasn't cute, he had prince like beauty, with his aristocat, no, aristocratic features and cold blue eyes which sometimes looked warmly at her, her brother was more than cute. His name is Thomas Abraxas Gaunt and her name is Dolphinia Bellatrix Lestrange. She preferred to go by Trixy, it reminded her of a little star, and it was cuter than Dolphinia or Dolphie, which was a ridiculous name as it looked more like the name of a dolphin than a name honouring her father's one.
"- When are we going to stop Tom? I want to start reading my book."
"- Now Trixy, you shouldn't whine so much. I'm searching for the nice tree which had a swing, it's muggles-free, as they think the swing is old and nearly broken. Also, as they already have new ones they tend to avoid this one."
"- But! What's the point Tom? If it's not good enough for muggles, it's useless for us, no?" she tried to glare as her brother sighed at her.
"- Think about it. There is no muggle near that swing. With some magic it'll be as good as, but they don't know that. With some charms I learned, I'll be able to speed it up and trick it to be able to swing without me pushing you. And you won't fall."
"- Buuut I wanted to read!" Now she was tempted, a part of her wanted to play and laugh, another part of her wanted to be mature and read the book so she'll become a great healer.
"- And who wanted to swing yesterday night? And begged me to take her to the park, or she would become sick and cry and will have puffy ugly red eyes, mmh?" Thomas raised an eyebrow, and she could only blush.
"- Okay I'll swing! But, you've got to read me the book while I'm swinging."
"-Mmh."
"-Hey! Answer me with a porper, I mean, proper word Thomas!"
"-Ssh!"
"-Wha-"
"-SSHH!"
How dare he shush her?! Her brow furrowed, she opened her mouth to scream at him in her high voice when she heard someone whimpering and hiccupping. But, she thought, there shouldn't be any muggles near the not so damaged swing. The pair walked shared a look full of curiosity and walked faster near the sound. She clutched tightly at her book, a part of her only wanted to find a good spot and read her book, another part was curious to know who was near their (she decided it was going to be theirs) swing.
They reached the open field with a big tree with dark green leaves. As they came nearer they saw nobody on the swing, although a small kid near Trixy's age was crouched and protected by the big tree, he was crying silently (not so silently as they heard him or her). Thomas approached the young thing who was on the grass hugging his knees to protect himself from the world. Trixy watched her brother approach the boy, call it her feminine intuition, but that mop of black unruly hair could only belong to a boy. If it was a girl, thought Trixy, she was doomed with hair like that. Suddenly, Trixy became aware of the distance between her and her brother and the boy, she advanced a little and stood near her brother. She believed in Thomas's strength, he'll be able to stop this boy from crying. Thomas touched the boy's shoulder, who stopped crying, flinched and then froze.
"- Why are you crying? Did you get lost?" asked calmly Thomas in concerned tone.
Trixy didn't know how her brother could speak so gently to a muggle boy he didn't care about, she knows that her brother's objective is to make the boy leave this place and go back to his mummy or something. How very sly of her brother, she thought. The kid rose his head, and the most beautiful pair of green eyes stared at the pair, the boy's eyes were teary, threatening to let a cascade of pearl-sized drop of tears fell on the ground. The boy's iris were like emerald gems, his eyelashes were thicker than a grown-up girl wearing mascara, there was so many lashes, thought Trixy, she hoped to have eyelashes like him when she'll be older.
"- I-I'm f-fine." Stuttered the young child.
Really kid? , thought the girl, he was crying like there was no tomorrow, as if he'd seen death and said he was fine. What kind of answer was this? He wasn't a good liar. Thomas who had been mesmerized by the beauty's eyes, masked his face ant tried speak in a convincing voice.
"- That's great. So. What is your name?"
"- M-my f-family calls me Freak." Said the sad innocent child.
What the! Thought the Lestrange heiress, was this some kind of sick story about abused children? Who in their right mind would call an innocent (even if he was a muggle) like that? Was this some kind of a joke? She was supposed to have a normal day in the park with her brother. And now, the pair had found a boy who was neglected, or worse abused. She wasn't even an adult and she already found herself in strange situation. Great, her head was also starting to hurt, a headache! She always believed she was a mature girl (or at least more mature than her peers) But this was too much.
She looked at her brother, what were they going to do? The blushing boy who was glancing at the side, avoiding the siblings' eyes, missed their exchanges of glance. Trixy looked right at the cold blue iris of her brother, the boy was trouble and she knew it. Her purple blue eyes widen as she understood her brother's resolute eyes. Oh no. She knew what was going to happen.
Both of the sibling lived in an orphanage, a private orphanage, it was actually a safe-house given to them to protect them from the light side. Those who lived in the orphanage were wizards from dark pureblood family, there was no way they were letting a muggle boy live with them. The glaring contest between the siblings was win by Thomas, of course. He winked at her as she puffed, and turn to the blushing boy who had not moved his gaze from the side, awkward.
"- You can come live with us. We live in an orphanage."
The boy's eyes moved quickly toward them, so fast that they could only compare the eyes to the killing curse, or what they thought was the killing curse, as Thomas only read about it, and Trixy could only imagine. As they were both children, and not at war, they had never seen the killing curse.
"- I'm not an orphan." Said no name quickly.
"- I don't think you're happy wherever you live." Said Thomas with a wise tone.
"- I-I am! The Dursssleysss are kind enough to keep me, give me a roof to sssleep, food to eat, and clothes"
What a weird accent or maybe it was a speech problem, thought Trixy, she was grateful she didn't have any problems. The weird hissing 'Sss' felt familiar to Thomas.
"- That doesn't mean you're happy." Said Thomas.
And it looked like it hit the jackpot, the child looked at her brother with shock written on his face, maybe no one never really paid attention to the kid. It was kind of sad. She decided to say something, it was kind of awkward to be silent when she was here, and supposed to take part in this weird conversation.
"- You can always come to visit us at Lyra's orphanage, if you want." She smiled with as much gentleness as she could, which was difficult. "My name's Dolphinia Bellatrix Lestrange, but call me Trixy, and this is my brother Thomas Gaunt. He's not my real brother, but since our parents were close friends and we grew up together he's my brother. I'm four and he's nine year old." She felt like she spoke a monologue, or something like that. "So… You don't have a real name, no? What are we going to call you?"
Her brother smiled at her, his eyes full of pride, the boy blushed more, if it was even possible. Trixy was thinking of a name, maybe something with the colour green? Like his eyes. But her brother came with something before her.
"- We'll call you Black?" He started with a smirk, as he used her mother's maiden name. "If you present yourself with the name Black, it'll be easier for you when you'll come to visit us. Besides, the first feature that caught us was your hair."
What her brother wasn't telling the boy was that the others purebloods will think he's a squib from the Black family, even if he was a squib, he'll be a Black and they would respect him. The boy, Black, smiled like an angel at them, his pretty eyes twinkling.
"- T-thank you! My name isss Black and I'm five yearss old."
Even if he was a year older than Trixy, she wanted to protect the boy. She didn't know why, but she had the feeling that things will become more interesting.
"- Or we can call you Esmeralda?" said Thomas, Trixy gasped at her brother. "That's a pretty name, or maybe Jade?"
Her brother got it wrong!
"- Er… I'm a boy…" Black looked slightly offended.
"- No way! Your eyes are too girly!" Thomas protested, and Trixy couldn't believe this was her brother speaking, who took her brother and put this moron in his place? "Are you sure your relatives didn't lie to you about your gender?" Thomas raised an eyebrow, he was serious. Black blushed bright red, this was really embarrassing. "Maybe if you strip down, we'll be sure." Holy mother of Merlin! Now Trixy was also blushing a pale red.
"- I AM A BOY. Really! You don't need t-to sssee d-down there!" Exclaimed the red-faced Black to er flabbergasted brother.
Trixy couldn't help it.
She laughed.
A/N: How was it? To explain quickly, Thomas Abraxas Gaunt is the son of the Dark Lord and a pureblood witch. His nickname is Tom, but it won't be used often.
Dolphinia Bellatrix Lestrange is the daughter of Rodolphus and Bellatrix Lestrange, and she'll be called Trixy in most cases.
Harry is five and met them, and he'll be with the dark side.
