A.N: Sorry about the long delay and short chapter, I was just vey unmotivated if that is a word. But i did manage to plan out the storyline up until hogwarts years. Hope you enjoy.
The day was dark and cold, rain pouring down, drenching all in but a few seconds. For one Remus J. Lupin, this was exactly as the weather should be like on this sad day. He was sitting in a small quaint room within a cottage, staring out the window with tears streaming down his eyes. 'Why?' Was the one thought running through his mind. It had been exactly two weeks since the deaths of Lily and James Potter and the disappearance of little Harry and today was the day of the funeral and the official declaration of Harry's death.
A knock jolted Remus out of his thoughts; rushing to door he opened it to find Sirius. His once silky black hair was greasy and limp, his eyes a cold grey with his face drawn and haggard, his overall appearance similar to a person who had spent months within Azkaban. Then again Remus wasn't any better, his hair was messy, his amber eyes rimmed with red, his skin pale and clammy and his clothes rumpled. Sirius dived into Remus' embrace, looking for just some form of comfort, yet there was none to be found as Remus himself needed that same comfort. Chests heaving from sobs wracking their bodies, they let each other go and walked side by side out into the rain together, no words needed nor wanted exchanged between the two. With a loud crack, they were gone.
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Albus Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, his head in his hands, looking every bit the old man he was. Tears slowly dripping onto the paper in front of him, the same one that came out the day after the attack on the Potter family. He had been in this exact position for most of the time since then. Unable to think of anything other than the sparkle in James' eyes, the beautiful smile of Lily's and most of all the cheerful laugh of little Harry. In his eyes, he had failed them, they had trusted him and yet they were now gone, never to come back. He couldn't help but imagine the horrible tortures that Harry was going through right now, if he was even still alive. If only that damn prophecy had never been made, then this young family would have never been destroyed so violently. With a sigh escaping his lips he wearily stood up, walking towards the door as if every step caused him pain, he left the castle to attend the funeral.
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Severus Snape stood in the shadows of a tree, black cloak covering him from head to toe, Rain cascading around him. His only visible feature being his deep black eyes filled with such sadness, heartbreak and horror, that they just drew you in. His eyes showed such raw emotion that you could just believe you were peering into his soul.
He was currently watching from a distance the funeral of the Potter family. Sweet, lovely, innocent Lily was dead, and it was his entire fault. His one true love, the only one who could open him up and get him to really live. She died, not even knowing how he felt, hating him, and for that, he hated himself. Why must the world be so cruel, wasn't it hard enough without the one light in his world being snuffed out. He saw Black howling in grief, Lupin crumple to the floor in misery and even McGonagall breakdown and sob like it was the end of the world. Dumbledore saw him and nodded gravely, for once his eyes were no longer twinkling. But none of this mattered for Lily was dead, gone from this world. He was sick of this, this war, Voldemort for he killed her, Dumbledore for not protecting her but mostly himself for not being there. He would fight Voldemort for her; he would help end this war for her. With this thought in mind he turned away eyes darkening and becoming cold, never to show emotion again.
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Meanwhile Lord Voldemort was preparing the blood ritual needed to officially adopt Harry Potter. He had placed his ceremonial robes on himself and Harry, a deep black colour with silver runes shining brightly along the edges. Placing the child on a small rune circle he had made on the floor from dragons blood, he grabbed a dagger. Not an ordinary dagger, but one made out of pure mithril, giving it a blue tint. Slowly he sliced a cut on his arm, letting the blood pour into a plain golden goblet until it was full. Next he bent of Harry and cut him on his palm, letting the blood fill a second, smaller goblet. Healing the cuts, he placed both goblets on a table next to him.
Looking at Harry, he began chanting an ancient language, no longer known to man-kind except for a few rituals. As he chanted the dragons blood began glowing, lighting up the dark dungeon he was using for the ritual. Once he finished he grabbed the goblet filled with Harry's blood and began drinking it. Once finished he began the chant once more, making the dragons blood illuminate even more, until he gave Harry the Goblet filled with his blood. Once Harry had drank it all the dragons blood flashed brightly before rising up and surrounding Harry in a sea of red. Voldemort, no longer able to see him waited patiently for the results. After five minutes the blood disappeared, leaving Harry sitting there.
Looking at him, Voldemort couldn't help but fill proud, here was his heir, here was is prodigy, and here was his son. Harry's looks had changed slightly during the ritual to match his new fathers. His eyes had a tint of blue too them, giving them an icy edge that could make the bravest men falter, his messy black hair now became more wavy, neater and had a shine to it, lastly he had thinned out a bit and grew a bit taller.
Voldemort picked him up and went upstairs to change them into normal clothes. Next he went to the throne room. Despite common belief, his throne wasn't made out of bones and it wasn't a dark cold dungeon. Anyone looking into it that was familiar with the great hall at Hogwarts would've thought they were looking at a replica. The hall was exactly similar, from the architecture to the enchanted ceiling. There was only a few differences, one being everything was in black, silver and grey, rather than then brown, bronze and gold. Secondly, there were no tables only the throne at the end of the hall that was a black version of Dumbledore's Golden chair at Hogwarts. Whilst Dumbledore's chair radiated warmth and comfort, Voldemort's inspired fear, anger and loneliness.
Sitting down on his throne with Harry on his lap he called his two most trusted followers, Bellatrix Lestrange and Lucius Malfoy. After a few minutes, they appeared, bowing before him. "Rise" He commanded, "you two will be given a great honour, any ideas about what it is?". Seeing them give Harry curious looks, he spoke up "Yes, it is as you think, here is my son, Harrison Marvolo Riddle, you two, will help me raise him and teach him lessons as he gets older". Lucius and Bellatrix were the pictures of shock, Lucius, recovering first, bowed quickly while saying, "Thank you my Lord, If I may ask, what will we be teaching Harrison?". Voldemort stared at him for a few seconds making him squirm uncomfortably, "You may call him my Prince, as for what you will teach him, Bellatrix shall teach him Offensive Magic, Defensive magic, creatures/monsters, Black Family magic, Healing and Warding. You Lucius will teach him the Hogwarts subjects, Magic Theory, sword fighting, Occlumency, Stealth, Apparation and Politics". "Of course my Lord" Whispered Bellatrix, still looking shocked at the proclamation of a prince. "You are dismissed" Ordered Voldemort, bowing quickly they rushed out the room knowing that this was one of the things they couldn't tell anyone.
A.N: Well there was the chapter, more like a second prolouge, still hope you liked it. Now someone wanted a more in-depth reason on why Voldemort took Harry and I will get to that eventually. Secondly, thanks pugswanthugs, I will use your character as a fairly important character. So anyone else want to send in OCs i might put them in. So read and review.
