The Rogue Prince
Summery: The Potters were the royalty of Gryffindor before Lord Voldemort rose to power and tried to claim their lands and their only son, Harry. When they refused, he destroyed every inch of the once great and mighty kingdom, murdering the royalty and selling the locals like livestock. Thought dead, Harry lives grows up, hiding and plotting in secret. The Dark Lord had conquered Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw and had threatened Slytherin. So Harry created the only force that could stand against Voldemort in these dark times and hopefully with the alliance of Slytherin, Lord Voldemort can be defeated once and for all.
AU! Non- Magic! Eventual HP/DM slash, other slash and het.
The sky was dark, lightning quickly made the habit of striking twice in the same spot, causing the night to have the wretched sight of sliding shadows. The feel of cold, damp metal hung in the night air, causing a touch that chilled you to your bones.
Though one wouldn't normally think it, but the Prince of Gryffindor, normally an alive, bubbly type of child, lay quiet and sobered in his mother's arms. To ease the noise of the crack of the thunder, his mother sang softly in the baby's ear, the words of love and care etched into her very soul. Those soft words and a painful, gut- wrenching scream would be the last things that little Harry would hear from his mother. But instead of crying when his mother fell with Harry stilled tightly clutched to her chest, Harry remained silent and by some force of will closed those viridian green eyes as if in sorrow of what would come next.
The sound of running footsteps answered his mother's last cry and everything went silent before only moments later, the body of James Potter fell heavily to the ground, his throat slit. Hearing no cry from the baby, the traitor could only assume that he had stabbed the child when he had killed its mother. Scurrying out of the Gryffindor castle, the little rodent crawled back to his Lord, thankful that he wouldn't be punished.
Better he had checked that night, than to endure what would be Gryffindor's rebirth and retribution. For Gryffindor would seek vengeance on those that rendered the lands uninhabitable and had sold and traded its people for slaves.
As for the child, some assumed that he had disappeared, others that he had been kidnapped by the Dark Lord himself. And yet the myths of his disappearance were only that, myths. And born from the ashes of those spoken words, scorn and hate was brought upon the Prince for his cowardly acts of abandoning Gryffindor in its time of turmoil.
Seven years later, a wild raven- haired boy, captured by foreign slave traders would be brought to the only people that could help him. Brought to an auction held in the Slytherin lands, lands that traded with but weren't in servitude of Lord Voldemort. With Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw captured and Gryffindor destroyed, all that was left were the lands to the north, Slytherin. And Lord Voldemort would be determined to have them.
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