I don't own Harry Potter, or his friends and enemies,and I'm not making money off of this! so please don't sue.
Note* Later in the story the pairing will be Harry/Draco. don't like, don't read.
Note2* This goes for almost all my stories ( O.o' ). I wrote a chapter or two ( if that...), then forgot about them, found them, and now stuck with unfinished stories and do not remember my ideas/plans for them. So, that being said, "I NEED IDEAS, kinda..." it would be helpful. I'm posting these stories with the hope it will make me finish them. I will try my hardest to update and finish ( even my first story...).
Like Father, Like Son
Cold, dark eyes stared at the house. The house that only a few hours ago held his love. And his childhood enemy. The house where the married couple spent their time basking in their wedded bliss. The house that must have seen much joy…. And sorrow. The man walked up to the house, his cloak flared out behind him. Quietly he pushed open the door. The once lively house was eerily still, showing to all who took notice that Death had placed his cold, skeletal hand upon the house and all within, stealing life and leaving nothing behind but lifeless corpses.
After taking a framed photograph from the mantel of the fireplace, he turned around and headed towards the door. But he was stopped by a cry coming from up stairs. The man quickly climbed the stairs, listening carefully for the cry. He pushed open the nursery door. There, in his crib, was the littlest Potter. His big green eyes filled with tears, and his face red from crying.
The dark figure stared at the infant with a look of confusion. ' The child lives…' he thought. The tiny child stopped his crying and gazed back at the mysterious figure. He lifted his tiny arms giving the man a silent demand. When the man continued to stand in the door way, lost in his thoughts, the child made his demand vocal in a soft, sweet voice. " Uppy, Uppy Daddy." Those simple little words were all it took to change the fate of many lives.
tbc...