Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter or profit from writing this in any way, shape, or form.
Harry Potter is the property of J. K. Rowling.
This is Fanfiction and, therefore, written only for my own amusement, and the enjoyment of whoever reads it.
Summary:
During a raid, Lucius Malfoy came across an intriguing child and brought the infant home.
Raised as a meager servant, little does anyone know how bright his future would be…
Anamorphosis
Chapter 1; 'Anamorphosis'
an·a·mor·pho·sis
"A distorted projection or drawing that appears normal when
viewed from a particular point or with a suitable mirror or lens."
All around the group of cloaked figures, lightning crashed, illuminating the night. It was the evening of Samhain, when magical power was at its peak. The group shuffled forward, the rain falling off of their clothing like ice, reflected in the oncoming storm.
The group trudged silently through the quaint village-town of Godric's Hollow, the rain falling all about them, masking their footsteps perfectly.
Very few lights shown through the windows of the houses that the group passed, so many witches and wizards alike completely unawares as to what would soon take place. The group was headed by a tall figure, more so than the rest. A man, by his stature, with his face hidden by a mask of gleaming silver.
The rest of the group bore similar masks, though every one of them was unique. As they approached one house in particular, a rather small, timid man stepped forward and grasped hold of the front man's wrist, "This one, this is the one, Lucius!" he whispered in a panting voice.
The man, Lucius, roughly disentangled his wrist from the smaller man, his disgust not entirely veiled by the mask, "Then let us through, you fool!" he hissed, watching with a hidden sneer as the smaller man stepped forward to where the house was guarded by a metal fence.
The smaller man glanced around nervously before prying the gate to the fence open. The group watched as streams of thin white light fell down from the top of the building to land noiselessly about the yard. Far off in the distance, two wizards began to fight each other, a violent display of raw power that went unnoticed by the group.
Lucius turned around to face the rest of the group, "You have your orders, follow them," he declared, his voice stern, "And tonight, we shall have our victory."
Barely contained sounds of excitement and jeers of anxiousness erupted into the night as the group dispersed, leaving only Lucius and the smaller man, who cowered by the gate, "A- are we g- going in?"
The man turned back and was assuredly glaring at him through the mask, "Of course we are, Wormtail," he snarled, adjusting the cane he held in his left hand, "Why else would we be here if not for the Dark Lord's orders?"
Wormtail nodded solemnly as he continued up the walkway to the house he had just opened for anyone and everyone. Had Lily and James not made him their Secret Keeper as opposed to Sirius Black…
Wormtail shook his head and knocked on the door, "J- James! Open up, please!"
Mere moments later, a light flickered on from behind the door, "Peter?" a woman's voice called out, "Are you alright? James, open the door!"
A man's shadow appeared over the windowed door before it swung open, revealing a tall man with dark hair and large glasses, "Peter, what-?"
The man's eyes widened as all around Godric's Hollow a fire, strong and steady, raged through it while the denizens of the village-town blasted spell after spell in order to put it out. James surged forward, fumbling in his robes for his own wand.
His wife gasped from behind him, "James, Peter, what happened?", she asked in a frightened voice, surveying the roaring flames slowly devouring Godric's Hollow.
Wormtail stepped as far off to the left as he could, James watching him as he did so, confused by the man's quiet mantra of, "Sorry!"
Lily screamed, "James, by the gate!"
James Potter whipped around, his wand firmly grasped in his hand, pointed at the cloaked figure slowly walking past their fence and up the stone path to their house, "Who are you? Friend or foe?"
The man stopped abruptly. In seconds, the man's wand was out and pointed straight at James, "Avada Kedavra!"
James screeched, "Protego!" as the veins of green bolted towards his chest. The shimmering white disc in front of him shattered upon contact with the opposing spell, allowing it to strike him firmly in the chest.
He tottered and fell sideways, his dark eyes rolled up into his skull as his body collided with a sickly crunch on the small garden by the front porch. Lily watched in horror for a moment before she slammed the door with a heavy sob.
While Wormtail gazed miserably at the dead body of James Potter, Lucius blew past him, blasting the door open with magic. He made his way up to the top of the stairs, following the trail of debris that Lily Potter had knocked down them in a pitiful attempt to forestall his arrival.
The door she had fled into was locked, of course, though such things were useless in the face of magic. A simple blasting spell was all it took, the door caved in, the remainder was swinging off the hinges.
Lily Potter stood wide eyed beside her child's crib, wand drawn and pointed straight at him, "Get out of my house!" she yelled, the noise making her child wail loudly.
When her eyes darted to the side, Lucius moved, "Expelliarmus!"
Lily's wand flew to the far side of the room. Her eyes darted from it, to Lucius, to her son, still crying inside the crib, "Please, not Harry," she whispered, looking like a frightened animal, "Kill me, not him, not my Harry!"
The man grimaced at her overly affectionate display and directed his wand to her torso, "Immobulus," was whispered and Lily Potter froze, unable to so much as blink. Lucius stepped closer until his wand brushed her forehead, "Obliviate."
A dazed look overcame the auburn haired woman and she staggered as best she could, still unable to move properly. Lucius cast one final spell which sent the woman to the floor, not something so vile as the Killing Curse, no, only one to make her sleep peacefully until she awoke, remembering scarcely more than her name.
Lucius stepped over her body, ignoring the sounds pouring in through the open window in the nursery. The crib was white and filled with sheets, upon which rested a small, dark haired child, completely oblivious to the world. He wondered absently how the child could have fallen asleep so quickly…
Despite his icy demeanor, Lucius was not fond of killing, especially children. He was a father himself, after all.
The child most assuredly took after his father. Lucius pointed his wand at the sleeping child, only to have the child's small fists dab at its eyes. Lucius stared at the child when its eyes opened to stare back at him.
The vibrant green in those eyes nearly made him flinch, the same colour as the curse he was about to use on the boy. By all means, the boy should have died that night, but a vain man such as he was found himself drawn to those bright emerald eyes, and so he took the child.
He wrapped the child in the blankets that adorned the crib, making sure that the infant wouldn't freeze, and made his way down the stairs, not bothering to glance back as Lily Potter began to lightly stir.
Wormtail was still outside, his hands shoved into the pockets of his robes. Lucius noticed that the body of James Potter had been arranged as if in a casket, though it still lay in the garden in which he fell.
Wormtail quickly averted his eyes when he noticed Lucius' stare and scurried off, 'Cowardly creature…'
How a person such as Peter Pettigrew was even thought of as a Gryffindor was obscene…
Lucius shook his head as the child began to murmur incoherently into his robes. The wind was picking up, carrying the fires now taking Godric's Hollow by storm even further, coating the surrounding woods in brilliantly red and orange flames.
Perhaps Lily Potter might not even get the chance to awaken…
As the flames crept ever closer to the Potter house, Lucius Apparated, along with the child, just missing the explosion of green that blew over the slowly rising sun…
When he arrived back at Malfoy Manor, he had the house elves take his outer robes and mask and place them in his study. The boy in his arms, Harry, still slept soundly.
Lucius made his way into the grand living room where his wife, Narcissa, waited, a black nightgown still on her person, "Narcissa," he called gently, watching with some small affection as she turned and began walking over.
She stopped abruptly, eyes wide, when she saw what he had brought into their home, "Lucius," she said, sounding both curious and confused, "What is that?"
Lucius glanced down at the child, "An infant, Narcissa, our son happens to be one as well," he replied smartly, closing the distance between them. He bent his head to kiss his wife when she jerked back suddenly.
"I will not have that bastard of a child in our house!" she shrieked in a most unpleasant way, sounding very much akin to Walburga Black, "Take it back where you found it!"
He stepped forward quickly, lightly taking her face in one hand, stroking his fingers soothingly over her cheek, "Hush, my love," he whispered, adjusting his other hand so as not to drop the child, "I merely though to acquire him, as I have no need for the monetary spoils that the others so covetously desire, you should see the child's eyes, Narcissa…"
She shook her head lightly, "I don't want to look at it, Lucius," she pleaded, her eyes tearing up, "Please, please, darling, take it away, I don't want it near my baby, I don't want another baby in our house…"
Lucius sighed as he stepped back. Narcissa was too single-minded, too obsessed with her own infant to even bother with another. As he left the room, he scoffed at her for appearing to think that he would replace Draco; of course he would never do such a thing.
The notion was ridiculous…
He sighed as he looked down at the child with its beautifully Slytherin eyes, "What am I to do with you, my little one…?" he whispered softly, watching almost in a trance as the green eyes opened once again.
Lucius tilted his head to the side. He had an idea, though he wasn't entirely sure, "Dobby!" he called after a moment. With a sharp pop, a timid looking house elf appeared before him, head bent in respect, "What can Dobby be doing for his Master?"
Lucius glanced regrettably at the child in his arms and thrust the bundled infant at the house elf, "Take care of this. Do not, under any circumstances, allow anything to happen to it. Treat it… as if it were your own."
As Lucius strode off into another part of the manor, the house elf that he had left behind stared in wonder at the child in his arms, "Dobby has been asked to raise a wizard baby…" the small, floppy eared thing exclaimed, then again with more force, "Dobby is going to raise a wizard baby?"
The house elf quickly apparated itself and the child into the house elves' quarters, a tight space, even more so now with the infant. Despite the lack of room, the entire mansion's worth of house elves gathered round as Dobby explained the recent addition to the manor.
As the child opened its eyes once more, the house elves began to clamor about, joyously clapping and dancing. The house elves of Malfoy Manor had been given something much better than a piece of clothing.
They were given a wizard child, to raise as their very own…
Author's Notes:
I am so incredibly happy to be posting my HP fanfictions again, especially after so long. This one was always one of my favorites...
