Warnings-slash you no like you no read, toys, cross-dressing, bdsm, spank, Dom/sub, wordplay, and blood-play.
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry potter or any of his friends the rich blonde British lady does so please don't sue besides if I owned Harry potter it would be XXX rated and all slash.
Summary-Harry potter is the twin of the boy-who-lived, Lucas potter, who is neglected and ignored most of the time in favor of his twin. Tired of being ignored in favor of the chosen one Harry runs away on his 5th birthday only to be captured by death eaters. Harry the real boy-who-lived is then given to the newly resurrected dark lord as a pet. What will the light do when they find out their only hope against the dark lord is the beloved pet of said dark lord? why call on the sailor scouts of course!!! Sailor moon/ HP crossover!!! Challenge fic from sailor steller moon
P.S. I'd like to thank both my beta's Ravenclaw-girl28 and Sam green.
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"Hey I'm blue" normal
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"LILY, TAKE THE TWINS AND RUN!"
"BUT..."
"I SAID RUN!"
Cold laughter rang sharply through the night, followed quickly by a series of loud booms that shook the foundation of the house. There, in the gapping area of what had once been the front entrance, stood a tall dark figure. The being radiated power; the dark hooded cloak he was wearing covered most of his face. The figure moved with feline grace as he dodged spell after spell, before retaliating with a volley of wandless and silent stunning charms. James, however, wasn't so quick to dodge; he fell to the floor with a thump.
Lily was scared as she ran up the stairs, her children clutched in her arms. She tried to keep them calm and hoped that they understood the need to remain silent. Quietly and stealthily, she raced up the stairs and into a hidden room, two corridors to the left of the stairs. Quickly taking out her wand, she cast a series of complex locking and cloaking charms, followed by a silencing spell.
Lucas had gotten upset at the jostling and had begun to whimper. She carefully set Harry on the floor while trying to calm his sibling. Harry, meanwhile, was oddly quiet and appeared to understand the need for cooperation and silence. Finally, after what seemed like hour but was in actuality it was only fifteen minutes, Lucas quieted down. But the blessed silence was violently disturbed by a loud bang as Lily and Lucas went flying into a wall. The sudden flash of pain caused Lucas to wail and Lily to groan from where she lay. Lily looked up in horror to see a smirking Dark Lord, the blast having caused his hood to fly off. Voldemort walked calmly into the room, as he took in the scene around him.
As he was about to speak, Lily snapped out of her daze. She went for her wand and with a cry of desperation, sending a disarming charm quickly towards. Voldemort deflected the curse with practiced ease.
"Now, that's not very nice Lily." he drawled sarcastically.
"Fuck you, Voldemort!" she shouted viciously, clutching the twins to her chest in fear.
"Now Lily, be reasonable. Just hand me the children and I will leave. I'll even let you choose which one dies first." Voldemort drawled in amusement.
"YOU'LL NEVER GET MY CHILDREN" Lily shouted at him tearfully. What could she do, she needed more time.
"Well, you can't say I didn't ask nicely" Voldemort sighed. With a flick of his wrist he sent a torturing curse at her, almost lazily. Lily slumped to the ground limply as the curse forced her to watch and feel her worse fears over and over. An observer couldn't tell the victim the highly illegal curse was in pain except for the occasional spasms which wracked her body. As she fell, Lily dropped the twins. Harry landed on his arm while Lucas landed hard on his back, causing him to start up wailing again. Voldemort quickly tired of it and threw a silencing spell at the baby to shut him up.
"Finally, peace and quiet" he sighed. He turned to observe the twins. The loud one was Lucas, if Peter was correct in his description, was to his left in front of him. He had a bigger body than his brother and seemed to be a very loud and attention demanding child.
Turning to the other child, Harry, he observed that he, like his brother, seemed to have creature blood, although of a different type. The child was smaller than his sibling and blessedly quieter. He had a sweet face and delicate appearance, like an elf. His calm, intelligent gaze seemed to look through the man before him. But now he needed to choose which one to kill first. Looking between the two the Dark Lord decided that the raven haired baby would be more of a threat. While it seemed like a waste to kill the charming infant, he couldn't risk letting it live to destroy him.
"Forgive me, little one. If circumstances were different I would take you as my own, but as it is… Forgive me child, may we meet again." Voldemort sighed once more. Leaning over the child he calmly petted his head, before standing up. He then uttered the two words he would regret saying for the next five and a half years.
"Advada kadavera" he said dully, watching the child calmly observe the green light making its way toward him. Right before it reached him; he held up his hands and giggled. Voldemort watched in horror as a golden white dome rose up around the child and then the green curse was flung back at him. Pained screams were torn from Voldemort as his body disintegrated, leaving only a black pile of guck on the floor.
Harry watched tiredly as the black soul floated around, before it fled. The house began to groan as it slowly fell apart.
A piece of metal near Lucas exploded and collided with his forehead leaving a deep gash. Harry, tired from the overuse of magic, crawled over to his brother and lifted the silencing spell Voldemort had placed on him with a touch and healed his forehead, leaving a raised scar. Collapsing next to his brother he fell into an exhausted sleep. This was how Albus Dumbledore and Sirius Black found the Potters, right before the house collapsed. After quickly getting all of them out of danger and to St. Mungos to be healed, Albus checked over the children for residues of dark magic. While he was doing this, James and Sirius waited for Lily to wake up. She hadn't been under the curse for more than an hour fortunately, so there wasn't too much damage.
"James ……. WH-what happened…..? Where are the……OHMYGOD HARRY LUCAS! WHERE ARE THEY!? WHERE ARE MY BABIES!?" shouted Lily hysterically once she woke up, not realizing it was over.
"LILY CALM DOWN!" shouted Sirius and James together, both trying to snap her out of her hysterics.
"Its ok, they're ok. Dumbledore's checking them over to see how they are and which one killed Voldemort, everything's fine. Moony would be here if he could, but it's the full moon." This calmed her down and they began to give their statement the auror who had just arrived to see what had happened. Once Lily was given the okay by her medi-witch, the four of them went to see Dumbledore and the twins
"So Albus, who killed Voldemort and how?" asked Sirius curiously, the Auror next to him seemed curious also. Turning toward them with twinkling eyes, Dumbledore hummed as he sucked on a lemon drop and picking up a sleeping Lucas he turned.
"That, my dear boy, would be Lucas. I can sense dark magic from his scar, and for this reason I don't believe Voldemort is truly dead, but connected to Lucas. Not to worry though the worst it will do is allow Lucas into his mind every now and again which could be an advantage. Also, look at his forehead." Dumbledore lifted a fluff of red bangs to show them a newly healed scar on the smooth skin. It was shaped like a sharp V, interposed over a half moon. He then brushed the hair away from Harry's forehead to show a small, unhealed cut on the side of his forehead. "Harry however, more than likely got this mark from falling debris. After all, Lucas must have been protecting his brother and that love caused the spell to rebound against Voldemort. Harry was found unconscious under Lucas, which also furthers my point." Dumbledore explained patiently. Turning toward the Aurors and the minister he lifted up Lucas and proclaimed him to be the Boy- Who-Lived. His parents gushed over him. Nobody in the room noticed the other child, who was watching his parents forget about him with an eerie calmness that seemed to suit him. Nobody would know that this neglect would cost them their true savior and only hope.
