A/N. This fic is set right after Harry's parents were killed by Voldemort. Voldemort is just about to turn his wand on Harry….
Certain parts of this fic are attributed to AquaRias.
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Voldemort slowly reached forward and shoved Lily Potter's carcass away from the infant she was shielding. His eyes beheld the son of James and Lily Potter. His fingers twitched slightly as he leveled the wand towards the helpless child. He paused as the child's eyes flickered up towards him and stared straight into his swirling dark orbs. Voldemort intensified his gaze, trying to make the child submit and turn his eyes away but the child never flinched. The child simply stared at Voldemort, not comprehending what was happening, not showing bravery of any kind, but simply staring. Voldemort growled and raised his wand, the killing curse on his lips…and stopped. The child had stretched out his arms in a way that Voldemort was certain that the child wanted him to,……to hug him. His nose wrinkled in slight disgust, he was not prone to affection and yet, he could not seem bring himself to kill the child. It was maddening, the very reason Voldemort had shown up at the Potter's house was to kill their son. A woman had prophesized that a child born as the seventh month dies, and is the son of those who had thrice defied Lord Voldemort, would possess the power to kill him. There were only two couples who had defied Voldemort three times, and lived to tell the tale. The Potters and the Longbottoms. Voldemort had then decided on the one he thought would be the most threat, the Potter's son.
Voldemort heard a small crash as something landed outside the house. He made his decision quickly and pointed his wand at the child, preparing to utter the words of the killing curse. Another loud crash told him that someone was trying to enter the house. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a large figure running towards him and narrowed his eyes.
"Avada Kedavra" he snarled and a jet of red light streamed out of his wand towards the child. He grunted as a large shape slammed into him and he was forced to the ground. From his awkward position underneath the mass of whoever had slammed into him, Voldemort slowly bent his wrist so that his wand was pointed at the thing on top of him.
"Wingardium Leviosa" he thought and the weight disappeared as the person was lifted off of him and suspended in mid-air. He slowly stood up and was rewarded with a shocking sight; the child was very much alive.
"What the…?" He thought incredulously. How could the child survive? He had pointed his wand directly at the child and had sent the curse a few seconds before the oaf had slammed into him, this didn't make sense. He was jolted back to reality when the person he'd levitated started to thrash and shout.
"Stupefy" he said, almost lazily. The person's struggles ceased. Voldemort examined him closely; the person was more of a giant then a human.
"A half-breed" he thought scathingly. He turned around to face the child again.
"I'll have to take it with me" he realized. If he could not dispose of the child, he would have to make sure that it did not know the prophecy. He sighed and levitated the child towards him, when the child was a few centimeters away he placed one pale finger on its shoulder and disapparated.
He apparated inside a large mansion with spotless white walls that were adorned with centuries of family history. Voldemort walked down a corridor, levitating the child as he went. He passed a small house elf on the way.
"Inform Malfoy that I am waiting for him in his living room" he commanded.
The house elf bowed and vanished abruptly.
Voldemort continued down the corridor until he reached a mahogany door. The door opened as he approached it and shut after he walked through it. He then sat down on one of the couches in the room, setting the child down on the floor near his feet. It wasn't long before a blonde wizard apparated inside the room. The wizard was dressed in black robes and held a long cane in one hand. Lucious Malfoy knelt down in reverence to his master, Lord Voldemort.
"Rise" Voldemort ordered
Lucious obeyed his pale eyes surveying his master and the small child at his feet.
"Master" Lucious said smoothly, his voice cold and calculated, "May I inquire as to why you have a child sitting at your feet?"
Voldemort scrutinized the wizard carefully before replying "This is the boy I went out to kill earlier tonight"
Lucious remained silent, he knew better then to show any emotion or interrupt Lord Voldemort.
"I found that it appears to be immune to the killing curse so I brought it here for further… examination" Voldemort continued.
"Sire?" Lucious questioned
Voldemort inclined his hand.
"Why don't you use a…..a knife to kill him" Lucious flinched as he saw the murderous look in his master's eyes.
"A KNIFE!!!!!" Voldemort exploded "CRUCIO"
"Ahhhh!" Lucious yelled in pain as he fell to the floor with the force of the tortuous curse. Voldemort watched in satisfaction as Lucious writhed on the floor for a minute before ending the curse.
"You're right master" Lucious wheezed "I should never have suggested such a thing"
"Now" Voldemort began "I understand that you and your wife have a…..child of about It's age" he pointed to the child on the floor.
"Yes master" Lucious replied
"Good. I want you to take it while I sort out some…..business."
"Of course master" Lucious replied instantly
"Treat it like you would your own child; tell it only that its father is away on business. Whatever you do, give it no information on its actual parents, simply…" he sighed "Tell it that I am its father. Perhaps it will make a valuable death-eater when it grows up."
Lucious nodded
"Very well" Voldemort said tiredly "You may go"
Lucious bowed once again and levitated the child before making for the door.
"Oh" Voldemort said lazily "It must not know the prophesy. Understand?"
Lucious nodded, he flinched slightly as he saw the murderous look in Voldemort's eyes and turned away, closing the door behind him. He shook his head slowly once he was sure that the door was well and truly closed. Voldemort was already thinking of being the father…whatever happened to finding a way to kill it? Sighing he made his way into the kitchen where his wife, Narcissa was conjuring a meal.
"Narcissa" he began "Lord Voldemort has ordered me to, well, look after this child" he placed the child on the counter.
"Why?" Narcissa asked as she scrutinized the child.
"Because he couldn't kill it" Lucious replied cryptically
"I see" Narcissa replied with a sigh, "Well you'd better introduce him to Draco"
"Sure" Lucious nodded and headed upstairs, the child floating behind him. When he reached Draco's room he opened the door and walked in.
Draco looked up as his father walked in and smiled cheerfully. His smile turned into a small frown when he saw what was floating beside his father. Lucious set the child down in the large crib, next to his son.
"Draco" he said "This is…..well I don't actually know but It's going to be your brother for a bit"
Draco simply stared at the newcomer. The new child picked up a toy that was in the crib and began playing with it.
"MINE!" Draco shouted trying to snatch the toy away from the other child. The other child frowned and dropped the toy, reaching for another one.
"MINE!" Draco shouted again, grabbing the toy and hugging it protectively.
"MINE!" He shouted again as the other child reached for a different toy.
"You know" Narcissa commented as she came up beside Lucious "We really should teach him another word"
"Nonsense" Lucious said fondly "Child knows the best word in the dictionary"
Narcissa laughed and pointed at the other child "What's his name?"
"I don't know" Lucious sniffed
"Alright" Narcissa replied "Let's call him Alexander"
"Alexander?" Lucious raised an eyebrow
"Problem…?" Narcissa questioned innocently
"Errr, no" Lucious decided not to get into a debate with his wife. "Alexander it is"
"Good" Narcissa said "Now, what is with that scar on his head?"
"The one that looks like a lightning bolt?" Lucious wanted to know
"No" Narcissa replied sarcastically "The other one. Really Lucious"
"I don't know" Lucious glared at her "Birthmark?"
"It's a scar" Narcissa replied "Not a birthmark"
"Just trying to make a helpful suggestion here" Lucious snapped
"Well make one" Narcissa replied firmly
"I don't know" Lucious finally replied "Why does it matter?"
"It's a little odd for a scar" Narcissa informed him
"How so?"
"Have you ever seen anything like it?"
"Errr, no" Lucious said for the second time
"Exactly" Narcissa replied with a small frown "Now, I wonder what caused it?"
Lucious shrugged "Parents mistreated him? Accident?"
"It looks magically-wrought" Narcissa observed "It sort of glows a little"
"Right" Lucious said "Well, I'll be sure to ask You-know-who when I see him next"
Narcissa laughed "You do that"
