CHAPTER TWO

Harry, or as he now knew his real name being Damian, stood there livid. He felt betrayed and lied to, not to mention used. How could the man he always saw as a grandfatherly figure have been plotting to kill him or thrown in Azkaban? Not only that, he paid the Dursleys to treat him as a slave, as a house-elf, and took him away from his real family, a family who probably loved him. Damian wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't heard it with his own ears. Dumbledore was indeed a good, no, fabulous actor to make everyone, well nearly everyone, fall for his grandfather act when instead he is a sick, low old man, in polite terms. Who else would take a child away from their parents when they're not even a year old, making the said parents believe that the child is dead, and then raised the child to either kill their father or have their father kill them?

Damian now understood why he felt so safe in Voldemort's arms when the man saved him from the Inferi, and why Voldemort held him the way he did. It was the subconscious father and son bond at work. While their brains did not know it, their hearts did. He also understood why he had never truly been upset when Lily and James died. True they were his adopted parents in a way, but they weren't his actual parents. They were more like strangers in the sense of things.

Then there was that woman in the portrait. He now knew why she seemed so familiar. He had no doubt in his mind that the woman was actually his mother. However, this led to more questions. Damian had never seen Voldemort with any woman or heard mention of Voldemort having a partner, so was she still alive? Would she still want him? Would anyone in his family still want him? After all, Damian had ruined many of his father's plans and his wasn't exactly his brother's favourite student. Then again, looking back on most, if not all, of their fights they had over the years, Damian could see a brotherly element in them. The exact same element he saw when Ron and Percy fought.

Speaking of Ron, how would he react to this? How would any of his friends react to this? Would they still want to be his friend? After all, he hadn't changed, only his parentage, and he would definitely be joining his father if he got the chance, but don't be mistaken. He would not join his father to get rid of all Muggle-borns and Muggles, unless it was the Dursleys. No, he would only join him to get rid of Dumbledore and show the world the truth, for those that didn't know the real Albus Dumbledore and were currently being fooled like he had been.

Damian's trail of angry, worried and revengeful thoughts was cut off when he became aware of Dumbledore talking to his father. His father… he would need to get use to that.

'It seems that you were able to deceive me, Tom,' Dumbledore snarled. 'But who, may I ask, is the person you had just tortured and killed?'

Voldemort didn't answer. He was too angry and too shocked to speak. His son was alive. His little Damian was alive, was all he kept thinking over and over again in this head. He was also thinking of ways to get back at Dumbledore, but that much was clearly obvious.

Dumbledore clicked his tongue in annoyance when he got no reply, and was about to ask again when he noticed that the body on the floor began to change. Judging by the way the body began to change, he realised that Voldemort had used Polyjuice Potion on whoever it was, and due to the death, the body began to change back to its original state. Voldemort or his son, Sanaro, must have added a spell or something to the vile to make the body change back once he found out that he had been tricked. Dumbledore didn't have to have to wait long to see who it was. Seconds later the body revealed that it was one of Dumbledore's spy's that was pretending to be Harry Potter. How, Dumbledore did not know. He would have to find out.

'Clever, Tom. You were always one of the brightest students to ever grace Hogwarts' halls. Polyjuice Potion. Very clever, but how did you manage to find and use one of my spies?'

Voldemort, who had managed to suppress his anger, for the time been replied, 'I'm just lucky that I have a son that is able to detect spies easily, and thank you so much for confirming our suspicions that there are more spies among my faithful Death Eaters.' He then paused as he watched Dumbledore curse himself for letting it slip, before he moved on to answer Dumbledore's over question. 'You should know better than anyone that I am very persuasive,' he said with a smirk.

Dumbledore knew exactly what he meant. When he said that he was persuasive, he actually meant that he had possessed the person that he persuaded.

Voldemort stared at Dumbledore for a few minutes before he turned to face Lucius, telling him to take Dumbledore back to his cell with four guards on it night and day. This was a very bad idea, turning his back on Dumbledore that is. See, the moment that he had turned his back, Dumbledore somehow got out of his restraints, moved with a surprising amount of speed for someone his age, and grabbed hold of Voldemort, holding his wand into Voldemort's throat.

'Father!' cried Sanaro. How on earth did Dumbledore get out of those restraints and how come he had his wand on him? His father had locked it up the first chance he got.

'Dear me, Tom. Haven't you ever learnt not to turn your back on your enemy? Even enemies that appears to be weak?' Dumbledore whispered into Voldemort's ear.

Voldemort said nothing.

Dumbledore laughed.

Damian hated that laugh and everything that Dumbledore had made him do, finally made him break. The torture chamber began to become windy, and not just a slight breeze, but a breeze that is strong enough to knock down trees and powerlines. The equipment in the room began to rattle and some of the smaller pieces of equipment were lifted into the air and thrown about. Essentially, it was very frightening. Next minute, Dumbledore was on the floor screaming in pain. Voldemort, Lucius and Sanaroall looked at each other, wondering what was happening, until they looked down at Damian and saw the red gleam in his eyes. It was the same red gleam that Voldemort acquired when he was extremely angry.

Voldemort quickly rushed over to his son and took him in his arms, whispering to him.

'Calm down, little one. I know what he did was wrong, terrible, and above all, low. I know that he has put you through much pain with his lies and by pretending to show you love, but this isn't the way to deal with it. Using your magic like this is dangerous, Damian. Not just for the people around you but for yourself as well. Please son, calm down. We will bring him to justice and I promise you can help. I promise you that he won't hurt you anymore, but please, calm down.'

Damian eventually calmed down and Dumbledore's screams subsided. Damian stood there with his head down for a moment before he collapsed with exhaustion. Luckily, Voldemort still had his arms around him, and was able to catch him.

'I'm alright,' muttered a very pale Damian, when Sanaro asked if he was alright. 'Just need to sit down.'

Voldemort wordlessly handed Damian to Sanaro before turning to Dumbledore.

'I guess you were right. He is a major threat to you and the best part is you are the reason why he has become one,' he hissed, before picking up Dumbledore's wand and handing it to Lucius. 'Lucius, please escort Dumbledore to his cell, and make sure that there are four guards guarding it day and night. There should be four guards standing outside waiting.'

Lucius went over to the door and called in the four masked Death Eaters. He ordered them to take Dumbledore back to his cell and guard it. Two of the guards went and grabbed hold of Dumbledore, then they half-dragged and half-carried him out of the room, led by Lucius with the other two Death Eaters bringing up the rear.

'Sanaro, would you be able to take Damian either to your room or to mine so he can have a lie down,' Voldemort said, after a few moments.

'I don't need to lie down,' Damian grumbled, forcing his way out of Sanaro's arms and holding onto a wall for support, 'and don't call me Damian!'

'But that's your name,' said Sanaro, 'and you do need to lie down. You can barely stand!'

'I don't need your help!' Damian snapped, glaring up at his brother. 'Why do you want to help me anyway? You hate me! And frankly, I despise you too!'

'Damian, we don't hate you,' Voldemort said quietly.

Damian's glare didn't vanish, but it did implement a, 'I don't believe you look.'

'Don't look at me like that! It's true. We do not hate you, you just annoy and irritate us at times.'

'Whatever. If you truly care about me, you'll let me go.'

'And where will you go?' Sanaro asked quietly. 'Will you return to those Muggles? Or will you return to Hogwarts where there are those who lied to you? Can you seriously continue to live the lie?'

Damian stared at the older man. Sanaro was right; he didn't have anywhere to go.

'Listen, Damian,' Voldemort began, making his youngest son's eyes snap to him. 'I know that we have had our confrontations in the past, but with time, we can work everything out.'

'I doubt it. I'm not about to forget the times that you have tried to kill me! How do I know that you won't try to gain my trust before stabbing me in the back so you don't have to worry about the prophecy and me?'

'Are you saying that you will still fight with Dumbledore?' Voldemort was nothing but shocked.

'I did not say that! I want nothing to do with him, just like I want nothing to do with you!'

'Damian, be patient and at least try to live the life you were meant to live.'

'Fine. It's not like I can do anything else… at the moment.'

'Very well. Sanaro, how about you show Damian Sedona, while I deal with the blasted paperwork.'

'Sure thing, Father.' Sanaro laughed, while Damian grudgingly nodded, wondering who or what Sedona was.

Sanaro knew how much his father hated paperwork. When he was a little kid his father would make any excuse to get out of doing the paperwork, which usually involved him, such as playing with him. It worked for a while until his mother caught on and used a Sticking Charm on him to make him stay at his desk until all the paperwork was finished.

'Come on, Damian. Let's leave father to fight his most difficult enemy ever!' Sanaro said, quickly leading Damian over to the door.

'Oh, get out of here, brat!'

Sanaro laughed even harder and left the chamber with a perplexed Damian.

'What did you mean that Voldemort is going to face his most difficult enemy?' asked Damian. He stubbornly refused to acknowledge that Voldemort was his father. 'I thought that he was going to do paperwork?'

'He is. Father hates paperwork that much and he can never get on top of it, so when I was younger I started to call it his difficult enemy and it has just stuck,' Sanaro replied, smiling down at Damian. He was so ecstatic to have his baby brother back, though he was worried. He knew that Damian would not want him as an older brother. Why would he after everything he had done to him? 'Come, I'll show you Sedona.'

'Who is this Sedona?'

'You'll see,' was all Sanaro said as they came up to the entrance, before he muttered, 'I forgot that they would be here.'

Standing in the entrance was none other than Bellatrix Lestrange and a group of other Death Eaters.

'Master Sanaro, how good to see you again…' Bellatrix trailed off as she caught sight of Damian.

'Good to see you again too, Bella. The raid went well I assume?' Sanaro replied, ignoring her questioning gaze.

'Sadly, no. What we thought was one of the Order's members house turned out to be a trap,' she said sadly.

'How many were lost?'

'Five. Two were killed, while the other three were taken prisoner, we assume.'

'Right. Father is in his office taking care of some paperwork. You should go and see him immediately.'

'Yes, Sir.'

Sanaro nodded to her and led Damian outside. Damian had never seen somewhere so beautiful. The gardens were full of different flowers, trees and statues along with fountains. The lawn was pure green with not a single dead patch. Around the property was a forest and he thought that he could hear a waterfall in the distance. He was brought back to reality when he heard Sanaro chuckle beside him.

'If you think that this is beautiful, wait till you see Sedona.'

'So, is Sedona a place?' Damian said, before he clicked his tongue in annoyance when Sanaro didn't answer him.

The two of them crossed the lawn and headed towards the forest. When they first entered the forest, they had to climb over fallen trees, branches and plants, but when they could no longer see the mansion, they came to a path. Damian looked up at Sanaro enquiringly.

'We try to keep Sedona a secret, that's why our ancestors started the path here,' explained Sanaro.

'Ancestors?'

'You know… our relatives from years ago.'

'I know what an ancestor is; I just didn't know that this was our ancestry house,' Damian said hotly.

'Yeah, it belonged to Mother's side of the family, the Ancalime's, for thousands of years.'

They walked the rest of the way in silence, and Damian could hear the waterfall more clearly now. Suddenly they came to a clearing with a gorgeous lagoon with a small waterfall with crystal blue water running into it. The grass was covered in dew and was soft underneath Damian's feet. The breeze was refreshing and the whole place was peaceful. He could now understand why it was kept a secret. It was a place untouched by man.

'What does Sedona stand for?' asked Damian, sitting on a rock next to the water's edge, while Sanaro sat on a log.

'Tranquil,' Sanaro said simply, and Damian thought that she had been named well, for she was indeed tranquil. 'When you were a baby, we would all come down here on a hot summers day and have a picnic together.' Sanaro said, staring out across the lagoon, as though he was lost in memory, but then again, he probably was, Damian thought. 'It was the only time Mother would allow Father to get away without doing his paperwork. You use to splash in the shallows and would giggle when Father made the water do strange but beautiful things. At the end of the day, we would sit underneath the stars and Mother would sing you to sleep with a lullaby that had been past down for generations.'

'Were we happy?' Damian asked curiously, wanting to know more about his family.

'Happy wouldn't even begin to describe how we felt. The feeling we felt together… words could not describe it. After that night, we believed that our family would be broken forever.'

'Please, tell me what happened. How did I end up with the Potters?' Damian pleaded. He figured he might as well learn how he got entangled in this mess.

Sanaro looked deep into Damian's eyes and upon seeing the longing, he decided to answer.

'When you were born, I was currently studying at a Muggle university – yes, I studied in the Muggle word -, in the educational department, and I hadn't seen our parents for a year. I was nineteen. When you were born, I was already spying on the Order. It was through them that I learnt of your existence. You can imagine I quickly hurried home to see if it was true, and it was. You were a week old, when I first saw you. From that day, our family became stronger. Alas, it was not to last. I had heard the Order's plots to take you away and… well; you already know what the plans were. Then, when you were three months old, we all awoke to you screaming and crying. Seeing as you normally slept through the night, we all rushed to your room where we met a number of Order members. Mad-Eye Moody, Abertforth Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Kingsley Shaklebolt and Albus Dumbledore, just to name a few. The old coot had you in his arms, and what we could make out, he was arguing with McGonagall. Anyway, the Order caught sight of us and we had all their wands pointing at us, except the coot's and McGonagall's. Dumbledore mocked us and before our very eyes, used the Killing Curse on you, or so we thought. Mother was hysterical, actually that would be an understatement, she fell down to the ground screaming, crying and clutching her heart, while Father was furious, though that doesn't even begin to describe his anger. Meanwhile, I was staring at what I thought was your body. Next thing I knew, Mother was on the ground screaming even louder and she was withering in pain, and all the Order members had vanished. From that day on we were broken, but now it will change. Now, we will become whole again.'

Sanaro and Damian eventually left the clearing and headed back to the mansion for lunch. This time they had their meal on a balcony coming off the main dining hall. Voldemort was already sitting there with Nagini curled up on his lap.

'How was your morning?' Nagini asked as they sat down. 'Did you show Damian Sedona, Sanaro?'

'Yes, and I also ended up telling him about that night, Mother,' replied Sanaro.

'Mother?' Damian gasped, falling off his seat.

'I thought you said that you told him about that night?' Voldemort asked Sanaro, whilst offering Damian a helping hand, which his son ignored.

'He did,' replied Damian. 'He just forgot to mention that you were alive and is currently in a snake body. The way he explained it, it sounded as though you were dead,' he added, glaring at his brother. 'So, how exactly did you end up as a snake?'

'We are not entirely sure. We think that Dumbledore might have created a spell to trap me in my Animagus form, or I somehow got trapped like this when I thought that you were dead,' answered Nagini.

Sanaro, you mustn't have done a good job of telling your brother about that night,' Voldemort scolded.

'I guess it didn't,' Sanaro said, thinking back.

Voldemort just shook his head and turned to Damian.

'Did you like Sedona?' he asked cautiously. He didn't want to set his son off.

'Like would be an understatement,' Damian admitted, swallowing a mouthful of lamb sandwich. He had checked his food again for any hidden nasties. He still didn't trust everyone. 'I have never been somewhere so peaceful and beautiful.'

'I always feel the same,' said Nagini, smiling a snake-like smile. 'There is something really peaceful about Sedona...'

'My Lord!' exclaimed Lucius, running in with blood soaking his long blonde hair.

'Lucius!' cried Sanaro, jumping up and running over to his best friend. Out of all the Death Eaters, Lucius was the only one who knew Sanaro's secret identity. 'What happened?' he asked, forcing Lucius gently into a chair.

'Those four Death Eaters that I was with, turned out to be Order members.' Lucius panted, putting his hand to the wound at the side of his head. 'I was about to lock Dumbledore in the restraints when they attacked me for behind. I got here as fast as I could.'

'But you took him down couple of hours ago,' said Sanaro, voice shaking with anger, but not aimed at Lucius. 'What did they do to you?'

'Well, the good news is, no prisoners can get out of those restraints unless they have help,' said Lucius, revealing his red raw wrists. 'I was lucky that Crabbe came down to the dungeons to feed the prisoners.'

By this point Sanaro was shaking with anger. How dare they? He would personally make them pay. He quickly took a small black box out of his pocket and un-shrunk it revealing it to be a wizarding first-aid kit, full of potions and salves. Sanaro then set to work healing Lucius' cuts and bruises. During this time, Damian watched his brother work and Voldemort sat looking out across the grounds, looking thoughtful.

'Sanaro, how much Veritaserum do you have?' he asked eventually.

'Ten cauldrons.'

Ten… ten cauldrons! Why do you have so much? Not that I'm complaining, but ten cauldrons!' exclaimed Voldemort, looking at his son as though he had just grown another head.

'I thought that I would get ahead and make a lot at one time,' Sanaro shrugged, making Lucius laugh. 'Why?'

'I will be holding a meeting tonight seeing who is loyal and who isn't. That way, I know that my family and Death Eaters are safe,' Voldemort replied.

Lucius left after Sanaro had healed him and the four Riddle's went back to lunch.

'Something wrong, Damian?' Voldemort questioned, noticing a small frown appear on Damian's face.

'It's just… I don't know what I look like. Do I look like you, her or Sanaro? Or do I look like no one?'

'Well, I can try and break the spell that Dumbledore put on you now if you want?' Voldemort suggested, and he was pleased to see that his son willingness to try it.

Voldemort got up and walked over to Damian, who tensed dramatically, and began to mutter different spells under his breath. An hour later, Damian still looked like James Potter. Voldemort finally discovered the spell that Dumbledore had used on his son and unfortunately to break it; Damian needed to drink a potion that took several months to brew.

'I don't suppose that you have the potion needed on hand, do you, Sanaro?' Voldemort asked hopefully.

'No, but I'll get started on it straight away,' said Sanaro.

-THE TRUTH REVEALED-

That night, Damian went to his first ever Death Eater meeting, though he did not go willingly. Seeing as Damian didn't have any clothes at the Ancalime Manor, Sanaro had to shrink a few of his Muggle clothes; Damian refused to wear wizarding robes. Sanaro also shrunk one of his black hooded-cloaks for Damian to wear in order to keep his face hidden.

Damian and his family arrived early to make sure they were seated before the Death Eaters arrived. The meeting was being held in the same room Damian first saw when he was first brought to Ancalime Manor, but that seemed long ago. After all, he was a prisoner when that happened, though he still felt as though he was a prisoner. There was one difference in the room, though. Instead of there being only one throne, there were now three.

'Why are there three thrones?' asked Damian, making Sanaro roll his eyes at his brother's stupidity.

'Where do you expect us to sit, dimwit? On the floor?'

'Honestly, I was expecting to be standing throughout the meeting,' replied Damian.

'Well, you can, but the three of us aren't,' said Sanaro.

'Alright, cut it out you two.' Voldemort laughed, as he saw Damian open his mouth to no doubt retort. He was already sitting down with Nagini on his lap. Sanaro sat on Voldemort's left, while Voldemort motioned for Damian to sit on his right.

When the Death Eaters began to file in, Damian muttered, 'This feels so weird.'

Voldemort heard Damian's comment and had a lot of difficulty holding in a chuckle. Of course many Death Eaters had seen him laugh, but this meeting was different. This meeting was serious.

Once all the Death Eaters were assembled, Voldemort allowed them to talk amongst themselves for a while. He was pleased to hear that most of them were wondering who the hooded figure sitting next to their Master was.

'Who's that?'

'No idea.'

'It must be someone important.'

'Looks like a child, judging by their size.'

'Sanaro never had a child, did he?'

'Not as far as I know.'

The muttering quickly subsided when Voldemort rose to his feet, allowing Nagini to take his chair.

'You are probably wondering why I have called this meeting, but first, you must also be wondering who the hooded figure on my right is,' Voldemort began.

Damian watched in amazement as he saw all the Death Eaters remain quiet and give Voldemort their undivided attention, except when they occasionally glanced at Nagini, Sanaro or himself. He now knew where Sanaro got it from, and how he could control a class as he did.

'As you all know, over sixteen years ago my youngest son, Damian, was killed.' The crowd moved uneasily. They all knew how much pain their Lord's family went through that night. 'However, this morning we discovered it to be a lie. He was in fact adopt by one of the Order's families, and Dumbledore had him raised to either be killed or kill me, my family, and any Death Eaters that got in the way, before he was to be tossed aside like some sort of rag doll. Thankfully, Dumbledore's brilliant plan backfired when he accidently told Damian everything down in the torture chamber. With that said, let me introduce my sixteen year old son, Damian,' Voldemort concluded proudly.

Grumbling slightly about having to do this, Damian got to his feet and walked over to his father. Once standing beside him, he lowered his hood, making all the Death Eaters, except the Malfoys, who already knew, gasp.

'Yes,' continued Voldemort, 'Harry Potter is my son, Damian. In saying this, I expect you to treat him with the same respect that you treat Nagini, Sanaro, and me. You may sit down, son,' Voldemort said quietly to Damian.

Damian quickly obeyed. He did not like all of the Death Eaters looking at him. Nor did he like Voldemort calling him son.

Once Damian was seated, Voldemort raised a hand to quiet his Death Eaters, who broke out muttering about what they had just learnt.

'This brings me to the main reason for our meeting tonight. Every Death Eater in this room, except the Malfoy's and Lestrange's are to be tested to see if you are loyal to me, and if not… well, you know what will happen if you're not. To prove this, you will each take some Veritaserum then answer me. Proceed.'

One by one the Death Eaters lined up, took some Veritaserum and told Voldemort whom they were loyal to. In the end, they had caught ten spies and they were killed immediately. Damian purposely looked off in the opposite direction when this happened. He didn't believe in killing.

'Crabbe. Goyle. Make sure that the bodies are found by the Order to serve as a warning. The rest of you, except you Lucius, are dismissed,' Voldemort ordered.

Once all the Death Eaters had left, Voldemort collapsed into his chair and accepted the glass of water off a house-elf, while Nagini curled up on his lap again.

'Voldemort?' Damian began hesitantly.

'Mmm?' Voldemort said, looking at his son. He was a little annoyed that Damian was calling him Voldemort, but it was to be expected. He bet it would be years before Damian would call him father, if he ever did.

'Will I be able to return to Hogwarts?'

'I don't know, Damian. It would be extremely dangerous. Dumbledore will be looking for any reason possible to get his hands on you.'

'I thought that would be the answer,' Damian muttered glumly. 'So you're telling me that I'm stuck here forever?'

Voldemort sighed. He was a big softy when it came to his wife and his son's.

'If you agree to follow some rules while at Hogwarts, then I can't see a problem with it.'

'Okay, what are these rules?' Damian enquired eagerly.

'Firstly, I will give you a two way mirror and you are to contact me every night and tell your mother and me exactly about what happened that day, unless we tell you not to.'

'Yes, I can do that.' Damian didn't sound too thrilled about it though.

'Secondly, if anything happens, contact me immediately or go straight to Sanaro. In saying that, if you are in major trouble, try and get to the Chamber of Secrets as it will be the safest place for you to be.'

'I understand.'

'Thirdly, stay within Hogwarts at all times. Seeing as you are the Heir of Slytherin, she will protect you whilst you are on her ground, meaning Dumbledore can't lay a finger on you! In saying that, don't give him any reason to try, such as breaking any rules or getting into any trouble.'

Damian nodded.

'Very well, remember those rules and you can stay at Hogwarts.'

'I guess you're going to send Snape, I mean, Sanaro –'

'You can call me Sanaro,' said Sanaro.

'Whatever – you'll send him to get me resorted into the House I was meant to end up in?'

'Of course. I believe Sanaro would be the best person to take you up, for Hogwarts would protect him and he has to be up there any… Wait! What do you mean, "Into the House you were meant to end up in"?' Voldemort demanded, realising what Damian had just said. He thought that his son was a Gryffindor no matter what part of his personality you looked at.

'Er, the Sorting Hat was going to put me into Slytherin, but I convinced it not to, seeing as I hadn't heard nice things about that particular House,' Damian admitted, realising that he had just put his foot in it. If only he had kept his mouth shut, he might have been allowed to stay in Gryffindor.

'I can't believe that you were going to end up in Slytherin, even if it does make sense for you to be there,' said a purely shocked Sanaro.

Voldemort smiled.

'If you want, you can go back tomorrow night. Allow the population of Hogwarts get use to your presence.'

'I'm happy to do that, not that I have a choice,' Damian muttered with a worried look.

Damian, what's wrong?' Nagini asked, concerned by her son's worried look.

'How will my friends react?' was all Damian said.

'If they are really your friends, then they will stay by your side, no matter what,' said Lucius, making Damian jump. He had forgotten that he was in the room. 'And from what I have seen, you are very close to them and them to you. If they weren't, why else would they have gone with you to the Department of Mysteries?'

Damian nodded. Lucius was correct. He had nothing to worry about.

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