This is about one day before Harry Potter takes his children to the Train station for Hogwarts. Voldemort is dead, but that doesn't mean that there are no ways to bring him back.
Chapter 1: The Awakening
The Boy who lived.
The Auror.
The boy who came back from the dead.
The famous boy.
The boy who defeated Voldemort not once, but twice.
Harry James Potter was his name, and almost the entire Wizarding World was on his side.
Please notice that I said almost.
Inside the castle that Lord Voldemort had once called home, there lay not one, but ten coffins. They're sizes were ranging from smallest, to biggest. Those coffins were stacked side by side from wall to wall in one of the rooms. This brought great surprise to the Aura's and Order members when they had managed to break in there. Among the aurors was Harry and Ron, and Hermione, who although wasn't an aura, wanted to tag along.
Even with six aurors, and six order members it had took at least twenty minutes to knock down all the protection spells put around the castle, bypass all the dark objects in Voldemort's rooms, and they still weren't done! Harry felt an eerie chill in Voldemort's study, as he stared down at the coffin.
"Why would Voldemort have coffins in his own study?" Professor McGonagall asked, as they all walked closer.
"It means…" Hermione started, squinting at them. "It means that their special. Why else would he lock them up here?" She asked, and Ron frowned at the coffins.
"Guys… There are names on the coffins." He said, and the rest of them frowned. "Oh… I see it too." Hermione said, and stepped to the biggest coffin at the right side.
"Romeo." She spoke, reading the words caved into the coffin sloppily. Everyone froze, the words on the coffin shone brightly with gold, and they were bright and thickly written.
"Back up, this could be a trap." Ron said, and he grabbed Hermione by the arm, pulling her back a little.
"I don't think so… look!" Neville said, pointing to the coffin. They heard a sharp and loud, click sound, and a corner of the lid opened.
"There is something in there." He said, frowning.
"I've got it." Harry said, and waved his wand. The lid flew off; hitting the side of the wall, and everyone froze at what they saw.
Inside the coffin, was a boy. A teenage boy looking to be between the age of sixteen and seventeen. He was handsomely sculpted, and had fluffy brown hair. The clothes he wore were modernly Goth. Right next to his head laid a wand, but he was lifeless, not moving.
"Oh my." Professor McGonagall choked, stepping back. But Hermione frowned.
"But… No one has been in this castle for nineteen years. He should be completely decomposed by now." She said lifelessly, and a nearby Auror started to write information down on his scroll of parchment.
"What I want to know is, who is he?" He said, and everyone shrugged.
"Well… We know his first name is Romeo-!"
"Oh… Oh my goodness." Hermione squeaked, reaching forward. Ron and the others watch her raise her wand again with a wave, her face scrunched up in concentration. For a few seconds, nothing happened, but then a think vapor rose out of the coffin. It seemed to flurry around a bit, and then formed words.
"Finitic Arsmonos?" Harry asked, tilting his head towards Hermione, but her face was set.
"Finitic Arsmonos is a spell that will safely render a living person under a deep sleep of sort, a coma if you will, until said person is driven awake by the proper incantion.
"Well what is that incantation Mrs. Weasley? And what does it mean?" Professor McGonagall said, confused.
"It means… That Voldemort wanted this kid, and all the other ones frozen until he could return. I bet he put them under sleep for some reason the night he went to the Battle, and planned to unfreeze them when he returned. He probably froze them-!"
"Because he knew that their was the slightest chance that he might not be able to come back. They would be safer until someone found them… But why would he care?" Harry said, and scratched his head confusingly.
"Okay guys. Open up the other coffins. I'll remove the incantation and wake them up." Hermione said, and walked over to the boy.
Harry frowned as the others started for the coffins, and started to open them. He stood back for a second and thought. Apart from Romeo, the other nine coffins were filled with mystery. There were nine names on them.
Hannah.
Lewis.
Charles.
Aphrodite.
Juliet.
Fiona.
Michael.
Lestat and Bella.
The smallest coffin, to Harry's horror, held two twin babies, curled into each other and both hugging. They looked to be sleeping. As Hermione lent over the boy, she waved her wand and whispered a few words. Every adult crowded over the coffin, waiting. It happened slowly, and the awaking wasn't anything spectactular or special. Romeo squinted hard, and seemed to take a long, deep breath. And then-!
His two eyes opened, and everyone's eyes widened in shock and surprise. His eyes weren't a deep, dark brown. They weren't icy blue. They weren't emerald green or hazel or torquios.
They were a wet, bloody, red color. And those eyes were narrowing into evil slits as he glared up at them, a hateful look on his face.
"Who… Who are you?" He glared, and Harry didn't dare look into those eyes. Voldemorts eyes.
"Its okay." Ron said, walking forward slowly and peering down into the coffin.
"Its okay? You know, when someone says that, usually everything is not okay!" Romeo sneered, and leaned forward so he was sitting on his knees.
"Where's my parents? Where's my-!" He stopped, looking over to Hannah, frowning.
"What's wrong with her? Did you wake her up yet?" He asked, standing up, and no one stopped him when he got up. Hermione blantly took his wand, and placed it in her pocket though.
"I'll wake them up now." Hermione said, leaning forward. Harry took Romeo by the elbow and led him over to the corner of the room. Careful not to look in Romeo's eyes, he stared at his collarbone as he talked.
"Okay. Can I get your name?" Harry asked, and the Auror holding the notepad walked over, ready to make a script. Romeo glared at Harry, not liking him at all.
"Romeo."
"Can I have your full name?" Harry asked, and Romeo shrugged.
"Romeo. Just Romeo." Romeo repeated, glaring at him even harder then before.
"Son, we can make this easier for ourselves you know." Harry sighed, rubbing his forehead. For some scary reason, it was itching.
"Obvious your not in league with my parents, otherwise you would've known my last name." Romeo glared, but before Harry could argue back, a little girl came running over. She was wearing a sparkly blue tutu dress, had bright and shiny blonde hair, and looked to be at least eleven.
"Romeo! Romeo! Where Arte thou Romeo? Twas wonders but a light-!"
"That's enough Angel cake." Romeo said, dropping his glare and picked up the little girl. She was tiny and small, and Romeo held her close to his chest as she giggled.
"Hello." Harry said, and held out his hand to her, and Angel frowned lightly.
"Who are you?" She asked, and Harry snuck a peek over his shoulder at the others. The babies were the only ones asleep, but Hermione was pressing a wand to both toddlers foreheads, and whispering the incantation that would bring them out of their deep slumber.
"I'm Harry." He said, and shook the hand that was resting on Romeo's chest. She frowned.
"Harry who?"
"Well he's Harry Potter of course!" The man taking notes blurted out, and Harry froze. "Darnell!" Harry whispered furiously, but it was too late. Romeo back into the corner, his chest heaving. He looked absolutely furious.
"Ha… Harry Potter! Harry Potter?!" He fumed, breathing in and out quickly, and the kids by the order whipped around, their tiny faces scrunching up in shock.
"Yeah. You know, the one that defeated You Know Who for once and all. It only happened about nineteen years ago." Darnell said in the manner of one telling a heroic story, and the children all wore expressions of great grief.
"But where's Daddy!" One of them screamed, tears streaming in her eyes, and Romeo sighed.
"Get out of my way!" He glared at Harry, stomping on Harry's feet as he passed by. Harry glared at the back of Romeo's head, and the girl he had called Angel Cake glared at him in such fury, he couldn't help but glare back. But he averted his eyes, shocked at himself for glaring at her in the first place.
"Hannah, don't cry. We'll get through this."
"What about Mommy!" One of the boys cried, and he clung to Romeo's other arm with a vice like grip.
"I don't know. I'll found out soon little bro. Come on Mikey don't cry." Romeo said, and the Order watched them silently, confusion and shock holding them back as they grieved.
"Who are your parents?" Professor McGonagall said, and Hermione lifted Lestat and Bella out of their coffins, but alive and well.
"Don't say a word." Romeo whispered quietly, to his nine siblings crowed around him. They nodded, tears streaming down their scared, frightened faces.
"Hey, be quiet you." Ron said to Romeo, who glared back.
"What should we do with them?" Harry asked, and Hermione sighed.
"They'll need to go to an Orphanage-!"
"No!" Romeo blurted, putting 'Angel Cake down and stepping forward.
"No what? Honey I'm sorry, but its not like we can let you take care of all these kids by yourself-!"
"You shut up about my brother!" One of the kids screamed, stepping forward.
"Shush Lewis. Stay out of it! Romeo will handle it!" A little girl said, and held him back.
"I can take care of them. I'm seventeen-!"
"Your seventeen. Okay, but here are nine little kids you'll need to take care of. Your not ready-!"
"Who do you think you are that you can just decide that I'm not responsible?!" He snarled at Hermione, and she sighed. Harry stepped forward.
"We're not saying that. But there's also the fact that we just found you all immobilized in Voldemorts castle-!"
"You dare speak the name!" One of the kids shouted, and hushed glares were thrown towards Harry.
"Yes I do speak the name! Now, I'm going to ask you all a question. Why were you all locked in coffins in Voldemorts office?" Harry asked forcibly, and Romeo's eyes narrowed into smirking slits.
"Guys, don't tell him a thing." Romeo said, smirking broadly at Harry. Ron glared.
"If you don't tell us right now, we're taking you all to the orphanage, and I will personally make sure you get adopted by a muggle. Yep. I said it." Ron said, and the kids gasped, horrified.
"Will we be together?" One of the youngest boys asked, Lewis.
"Nope." Ron smirked, and Hermione glared at Ron.
"No!" Many of them shouted, but Romeo was just calm. He knew they were bluffing.
But sadly, none of the other kids knew.
"Okay! Okay!" Michael shouted, and Romeo turned around with a snap.
"Dude-!"
"No. I don't want to be adopted by a filthy muggle and be alone! I have to tell them. We were locked in here because our father had to go into a battle. But he wasn't sure whether or not he would come back, so he just froze us in a coffin until someone were to find us." Michael breathed quickly, and Romeo winced.
"Michael, who is your father?" Ron asked, leaning forward.
"Mold… Mold. Voldemort! And he's the coolest!" Michael said, excited. The order stared in shock at him, and some people clutched their chests in shock.
"Yes, he' absolutely amazing. Now where's mommy?" One of the girls said, stepping forward.
"I… I don't know little girl. What's your mommies name?" Hermione asked.
"I… I'll never tell." The little girl said quickly, looking up at Romeo's angry face. His fists were clenching, and he was breathing in through his nose.
"Oh come on, you can tell us." Harry said, but then, her frightened face hardened, and she seemed to look at Harry in a whole new light.
"I won't tell you a thing. I hate you! Azukabess!" She shouted, and Harry raised his wand, expecting a spell, but something different happened.
A house elf appeared. "Oh, the Dark Lords children have finally awaken. Who are these strangers in your home?"
"Oh Azukabess, they were just leaving. See them out, at the earliest convinence please." Romeo said, and rudely took Lestat and Bella from Hermione's arms, glared at her, and walked back to his siblings.
"But wait a minute, we're not done here! Voldemort can't have children, because he can't love in the first place!" Harry shouted, and 'Angel Cake' looked up at him with hateful, angry eyes.
"You didn't know the real him. Ask our house elf any questions you might have. Goodbye Potter, and I'm sure we'll be seeing each other, real soon." She glared, and then walked in a train like fashion into the hall.
"What, they can't do that? Can they?!" Ron said, watching them disappear around the corner.
"Its their house. Romeo is a legal adult, no matter how old he is nor in the situation they're in. But we should be able to question them."
"Nope." One of the order said, silencing Hermione. "Freedom of speech Mrs. Weasley. They have the right to plead the fifth. Seeing as if they have done nothing wrong, we cannot force them for questioning." She said solemly.
Harry frowned harder then before. "Hermione, they're all younger then seventeen right?" He said to Hermione, and she nodded.
"Yes. Why?"
"Well, their going to be going to Hogwarts, am I correct?"
"Yes Mr. Potter, they may be Voldemort's heir, but they are still children." Professor McGonagall said, and everyone stood in thought for a few seconds.
"Professor Dumbledore said that Voldemort wasn't capable of love." Harry said, after a few minutes.
"Ooh, Ooh. Master Voldemort loved his wife. He loved her and favored her above all. My master had much love for his Slytherin wife." Azukabees said, and everyone frowned, looking at her.
"Please Miss, what was the name of his wife? Tell us please so we can find her." Hermione said politely, and Azukabees frowned.
"You will not find Mistress Everdeen. She went off with Master Voldemort to fight, and neither of them came back."
"Mistress Everdeen. Who is Mistress Everdeen?" Hermione said, but she seemed to have struck a nerve.
"I was not to say that! It be a mistake. Out! Get out! Get out and don't you dare come back here! Now!" The House Elf screamed, and Harry was the first one out the door. He frowned, moving forward through the hallway, but received a great shock. He had forgotten how much it had hurt. How weird it was and how it had felt. After all, it hadn't hurt for over nineteen years.
He hunched over at the waist, and gasped loudly, feeling nothing but pain. He could see Hogwarts book that showed every record of their new sorting students.
Ten additions were just added to the bottom of that book.
Their names scribbled magically onto the paper, and his eyes rolled back into his head as he gasped, clutching his forehead painfully.
After nineteen years, his scar had finally burned again.
As you can imagine, it means that there is danger near.