Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make any profit from writing about the characters. They are completely the property of J.K. Rowling. The Synthicans, OC's and the plot are all my own though.
This story is rated Mature for a reason, it talks about Pleasure Slavery, if you don't know what this means be forewarned that it is a mature subject. I don't go into deep subject matter but I do mention it and reference some things. AND IT IS A SLASH, MOST OF THE RELATIONSHIPS ARE MALE/MALE, so if you don't like, don't read.
Prologue
Drops of blood, bits of wood and other building supplies rained down on the bloody ruins, and eventually trailed off until the sky was silent once more. Before him was a smoking crater, almost thirty feet across. His breath hitched painfully in his lungs. Was it finally over? He blinked rapidly again when he saw a twisted mass of charcoaled wood imbedded in the center of the crater, the remains of his children's crib. Any release for his grief was welcome, all the rage that had once consumed him was gone, burned out in the in the epic end to the war, and now He was left feeling hollow and cold… like a burned out building after the flames had died. Like the home of his husband that he was standing in, no more purpose to continue on. The gaunt man in his tattered and blood-stained robes stood on trembling knees. Memories of happier times in this place overwhelmed him and he wept bitterly until darkness started to claim him.
The family that had once graced these halls and his heart were gone, killed. He had no will left to live; he had no will to go on. His husband was dead, his daughter dead, his son dead, his sister-in-law dead, his god-son dead, his best friend and older brother of sorts, dead too. His other best friend was driven mad with grief over the loss of his husband and son. Every one was dead. Was that what Anubis had planned for him? To join his friend in madness, everyone he had ever loved was taken from him. No one was left except Luke and Remy, not that it was any conciliation. His whole family was taken from him, save his blood thirsty, bastard of a father that he had no wish to find.
He groaned and sank to the ground, oblivious of the dirt and blood that soaked into his robes. He was covered in it anyway. There was no point in going on now. Everyone he ever knew was gone. James and Lillum had fallen in battle not more that two hours ago; all three of them were twenty-one. James was lost first to a Killing Curse sent his way. Lily had been so stricken with grief that she made a suicide charge straight at her brother's attacker. He could do nothing but listen to his sister-in-law's tortured screams until a knife was plunged in to her heart. He suddenly slammed his fists to the ground in anger. The tears were streaming down his face now. He was letting go of the emotions he had bottled up so long ago when the war came into full swing. "This isn't winning! Not if everyone is dead!" He put his head in his hands, trying to stifle the quiet sobs that wracked his body.
He heard a small whimper and made his way to the twisted crib. He was shocked to see both of his children in it, unharmed. They were alive, thank Anubis for small favors. His son looking around scared, but upon seeing his father, he lifted up his hands in a demand to be picked up. He wrapped his arms around his son and pulled him close to his chest. His heart was beating fast and his face was panicked. "Sh, Valken! It'll be all right, Tatko is here, I won't let-" he was interrupted as the remains of some of the wall suddenly exploded inward. It knocked him of balance causing him to drop his son. His head struck the floor hard and he felt his eyes loosing focus. He could see the enemy sweep in, standing tall and shrouded in a baby blue cape, blue eyes gleaming. He could hear his attacker talking as he picked up first Valken from the floor and then Selena from the crib. "I cannot allow you spawns of an animal to pollute the world. You are dangerous and most likely to become rabid. It is better if I get rid of you know." His attacker made to leave the room but turned back to look at him at the last second, the man raised his wand and whispered something, and all he knew turned to black.
He sat up groggily, and looked around. He was in a burned out house, the memories of yesterday came rushing back. "Damn Potter, couldn't even protect himself!" He snarled as he forced himself to stand. He winced in pain but pushed it aside as he thought about the night before. The Dark Lord had attacked the Potter's like they all had feared; James was killed first followed shortly by his wife Lily. Dumbledore had come shortly before he had lost consciousness and had taken the young surviving Potter to his aunts and uncles. He wondered briefly how it was possible that a young wizard could live through the killing curse but before he could think too hard on it he was stunned from behind. Aurors proceeded to handcuff him and apparated him to the ministry. This is all a big misunderstanding, I'm a spy for the light not a death eater; was the last thought that passed through his mind before he was hit over the head and knocked unconscious.
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By: Draghen and edited by dragen