Whose Son?

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot.

Pairings: none.

Rating: T

Summary: AU. X-over & alternative universe; the law of the universe have shaped destinies, allowing three sides to have an equal claim on Harry Potter, but whose son is he? Who will Harry choose: Potters, Voldemort, or the Demon King? Harry's twin is proclaiming as BWL.

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AN: Thank you very much Pyrrhicvictoly for beta the story and metzy78 like to concentrate betas on other stories.

Have you ever wondered that from Harry Potter descriptions, he could be a child of Shibuya Yuri and Wolfram von Bielefeld? It has been on my mind for a while.

This chapter is beta by Pyrrhicvictoly.

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Prologue

Another Dimension (Shin Makoku)

Yuri Shibuya, the 27th Maou of Shin Makoku, the King of the Demon Race, was sitting on his throne and attending his court, but his mind was elsewhere. It was on his first born and only son, the child that they had lost.

How often had he been thinking of Tristan von Bielefeld-Shibuya for the past eight (earth) years? Tomorrow would be the anniversary of Tristan's death. It still hurt a lot, if not more, than when the child died in his arms. They could have another child, but Yuri could not move on. The child's death was a shock to the royal family. However, the most important part of all was Tristan's soul. Where could the soul have gone?

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Earth (Godric's Hollow)

Harry Potter watched the family leave their house; he was alone again. He had freedom that other kids did not, but he would rather be in their shoes. Harry had no one; he may as well have been classified as a piece of furniture in this household.

"Master Harry, would you like something for snack?" Tippy bowed, the house elf flashing a pitying glance at him. Harry caught the look and it made him very mad, his eyes narrowed at the house elf in disgust.

"No, go away." His appetite had gone; he really hated receiving those looks because they reminded him that he did not belong here, or anywhere, for that matter.

How unlucky was it to be the twin of the Boy Who Lived? Harry heard the story of how Justin saved them all that night, and he was really sick of it. He really wouldn't care if they all had died that night. It would have been much better than living this way; like any other child, he just wanted his parents to look at him and favour him for once.

Harry did not want to be envious of his twin, but he was. It was an ugly feeling. It felt the same as when someone was pitying him. 'What joyful season?' Harry face twisted into a sneer and he kicked the pine tree, walking away as a few decorative balls fell from their places and rolled on the ground.

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Earth (Somewhere in Europe)

The mist in the morning was very heavy around this time of year, and today it was also very dense. Sam Smith, an honest and happy farmer, was on his way to get a Christmas tree for his family as was traditional. The forest was not far off from his farm, about a half an hour drive. Sam's wife and daughter were looking forward to decorating the tree, but he had been busy and had put it off until today. They needed it to be ready by tomorrow night, Christmas Eve.

Sam felt off for some reason; his intuition told him to go back and forget about the tree. He wished he could, and his logic told him it nothing but a mist. The torch light would help him find his way, and there was no danger from these woods. He just needed to hurry and he would be back to his family in no time.

How wrong could he have been? After he entered the mist, Sam Smith was never seen again. He seemingly disappeared from the face of the Earth.

Voldemort was very happy; he could not believe his luck as his spirit zapped the man of his life. He was strong enough to feed now. With this man's strength he gad gained; he was now able to get more substances - foods, not energies or anything magical, would be better.

Voldemort's first thought after being well fed was an old memory of the green eyes, forever haunting, mocking and laughing. The child was alive whilst he had been reduced to nothing more than a dark energy. He became very angry.

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TBC………

What do you think?

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