~Taken~

Summary: A different prophecy spoken causes a different chain of reactions. The Dark Lord takes control of Great Britain, Harry Potter is given to the Lestrange family to be raised as their own, and it seems there is no longer any force going against the Dark Lord...Key word; seems.

Disclaimer: Queen MiMi of Wonderland DOES NOT OWN Harry Potter, or any other referenced works. Quite happy I don't, because people would be glaring at me for not giving any of the money away to charity...I would have to buy my yacht and private island first thank you...

Pre-Story Notes: We meet again...You wielding a keyboard and I a new chapter...Who shall win?!

Chapter Three: His Harry

Bellatrix watched in silence as Rabastan and Rodolphus finished off the ritual circle. Harry was asleep in her arms, wrapped up tightly with wool blankets to keep him warm in the cold dungeon room. They had been given permission by the Dark Lord to go through a blood ritual to accept Harry fully into the Lestrange family, mainly insisted by Bellatrix. It would erase some of Harry's original parents genes in him, and add in Rodolphus' and Bellatrix's own. There would only be subtle changes that would hardly even be there, but enough to make Harry count as a Lestrange.

"Put Harry in the middle." Rodolphus instructed his wife, moving away from the ritual circle to pull out a knife.

"Unwrap him from that bundle, too. The blood is going to need to make contact with his skin." Rabastan added.

"I know." She snapped at them, standing up with graceful ease to go place her baby in the middle of the circle. Well, technically he isn't her baby...Yet. Once she carefully unwrapped him from his many blankets, displaying him openly to the cold air, she frowned. He was only wearing a wool onesie, and she doubted he would be very warm against the stone floor even with that...

"Don't worry, the ritual doesn't take that long." Her husband assures her gently, handing her a silver knife. "You know what to do." He says.

Bellatrix nods, taking the knife and stepping off to the right of Harry, making she was fully inside the ritual circle. She lifts the knife up to her wrist, making a small cut deep enough for blood to overflow. She holds it over Harry, and her blood drips down onto his forehead in big drops. "I, Bellatrix Lestrange nee Black, hereby accept this child as my own."

Rodolphus smiles, stepping into the circle himself but on the left on Harry. He takes the knife from his wife, and cuts his wrist as well. Though his cut was much longer, it was more shallow than hers. Blood overflowed over, and he holds his wrist over Harry. His blood falls down, landing a drip on the side of his eye before it continues to fall down on his forehead. "I, Rodolphus Lestrange, hereby accept this child as my own."

Rabastan steps into the ritual circle and speaks. "I, Rabastan Lestrange, accept this child into the family of the Lestrange. Acting as witness, he is now a Lestrange." He smiles. "Give him his 'new' name." He tells the two.

Bellatrix glares at him. She wasn't allowed to change Harry's original name too much, but the rest was easily altered to her and Rodolphus' wants.

"His name shall be Harrison Rodolphus Cygnus Black Lestrange, or simply Harrison Lestrange." Rodolphus states.

Bellatrix repeats his words.

They wait...Seconds pass before Harry lets out a loud cry. Bellatrix holds back the urge to drop down and pick him up, eyes wide. She bites down on her lip as he cries louder and louder...Harry's, or now Harrison's, cries echo around the dungeon room as the blood on his forehead- and right by his left eye - sinks down into his skin and vanishes, leaving no mark telling anyone that it was once there.

Harry's pitch black thickens and becomes straighter, growing out an inch or two. His green eyes remain the same shade and pure color, other than for his left eye which becomes encircled in a light brown color. His skin loses some of its natural tan, becoming fair shaded. There are no more seen changes, and after another long minute, his cries slowly quiet until they are no longer present. The ritual circle surrounding him suddenly sizzles up and vanishes, leaving only blurry burnt marks on the stone as a reminder of what had happened.

The moment it did, Bellatrix dropped down and picked up Harry holding him close to her chest.

"Is my baby okay?" She coos gently, holding onto him tightly as she quickly snatches up his wool blankets that were laying off to the side. She wraps him back up into a bundle, making sure he is comfortable, before she returns him to his place by her chest.

"Lets take him upstairs, to his bedroom. He probably would like to rest." Rodolphus tells her.

Bellatrix nods, allowing him to wrap his arm around her waist and lead her away from the dungeon.

Rabastan glares at their retreating form. "'Thanks Rabastan for helping. Thanks for helping set up the ritual. Thanks for making the blessed chalk. Thanks for being a witness. Thanks for making the circle. Thanks for finding a specific kind of knife because I'm married to a picky bitch'" He grumbles angrily, eventually following them with more grumbles placed under his breath.

Elections for a new Minister of Magic happened randomly throughout the year, depending not only the public's reaction to them but also the rest of the government's reaction to them. As 1981 hit, in February there was an actual scheduled re-election. It's easy to say Lucius won by a landslide, and he was happily residing as the new British Minister of Magic. Though, if he passed his first action as Ministry, the title would be renamed 'Minister of Wizarding Great Britain' as the title 'Minister of Magic' was too arrogant.

Narcissa proudly hosted that year's Valentines Ball at Malfoy Manor, inviting every politician she could find in Britain and as many major politicians she could get from all around the world. Over five hundred witches and wizards, all of high standing, found themselves in the Malfoy Manor's ballroom dancing away as the newest works of Celina Bateson flowed through the air, and caterers served out drinks and food.

Harrison, at six months, had already learned to walk and run. While it amazed many, especially seeing as he looked like a elf dressed in fine clothes when he ran around, it also made it hard for Bellatrix to keep track of him. The Black family had a history of being able to walk and run very young, so that trait had been passed down, but Harry had the inability to keep calm like any child. So he would be bouncing around if one of his parents weren't there to watch him.

"Isn't he a doll!"

Bellatrix looked over to see beautiful blonde woman cooing at her son, who was beside Rabastan at the moment with Rodolphus off socializing with the other Death Eaters at the ball. She herself was with Narcissa and some other pureblood ladies, being able to trust Rabastan enough to watch her son. Now, however, she wasn't so sure.

"It'll be okay." Narcissa told her with a smile, drawing Bellatrix out of her worried thoughts. "I hate knowing anyone but me is watching Draco, but I trust Severus enough to watch him. Just like I know you trust Rabastan. She said.

Bellatrix huffed. "Rabastan is using him to have sex." She scowled, still watching as Rabastan laughed and wrapped his arm around the woman who was happily holding onto Harrison. Meanwhile, the child was toying with her diamond necklace. The child has a fascination with jewelry, doesn't he?

"That woman is Lady Eve, a German pureblood heiress. She belongs to the Baumann family." Lady Zabini, who is one of the few pureblood ladies hanging around them, tells her. "Family is known to have been connected to some muggle named Adolf Hitler, who apparently believes in German superiority. From what I hear, her family still maintains the belief that Germans need to stay to Germans. She won't be giving him anything. He's fighting a lost cause over there."

"Still..." Bellatrix watches, before giving into a sigh.

"Too bad Rodolphus didn't take Harry with him. I know Lucius took Draco, and my husband took Theodore with him." Lady Nott says.

"My darling took Blaise over. He's doing his best to be a good father." Lady Zabini nods. Blaise was born from her first marriage a year ago, but so far she's had three boyfriends since then and a new husband. Said husband was Lord Dane Sanders, a simple but extremely wealthy pureblood who normally kept to himself. Lady Zabini kept her maiden name, as tradition of her family that preferred a matriarch over a patriarch. Lord Sanders understood, and currently was known as Lord Sanders-Zabini.

"Rodolphus deserved a break." Bellatrix says.

"So do you." Narcissa adds. "Gods knows I needed with Draco. A lovely boy, but so demanding! Sometimes I feel as though I've raised a girl and not a boy!" She jokes.

"With the rumors of the Dark Lord accepting a male consort, people are becoming more open to the thought. Maybe your son could become a good lady one day?" Lady Zabini teases.

"Lucius would kill himself before he allowed that to happen." Bellatrix giggles. She might as well enjoy the moments of relaxation before she took over her job as 'mother' once again.

The other ladies laugh alongside her, and Narcissa smiles. "Lucius would probably kill Draco's suitor first." She says. More laughter spreads out between them.

Bellatrix finds herself relaxing, seeing as she didn't see Rodolphus lead the lady away with Harry running off somewhere unknown.

~0~

After over thirty minutes of socializing with British politicians currently not under him, Voldemort left Lucius with them to find others around the ballroom to scope out. As he walked by tables, many women perked up and smiled the most beautiful smile they could manage. However, he had no interest in finding a partner. Even if he did, he now had a informal obligation to wait for Harry's decision when he was fifteen before he would go searching for another possible consort.

Voldemort counted himself lucky to find such a diverse crowd at the Valentines Ball. With Lucius the newly elected Minister, and now being able to officially change the government on Voldemort's whim. Though, of course, right now it mainly to change titles before he began to change how power rotated throughout the entire Ministry. Once that was accomplished, he could begin making and destroying laws, and editing the constitution the government currently obeyed to. Though, by then he probably would have taken over Great Britain. Dumbledore and his damn order were the only people standing in his way now, but even they were falling...

Filled that joyous thought, he made small talk with random people across the ballroom. He didn't remain in one place for more than a few minutes, dazzling women and men as he did so. He played nice with their children, and eventually he found himself on the opposite side of the room from where he had originated from.

"Hey!"

Voldemort turned slightly to find his little Harry glaring at him. He couldn't help but be amused by this fact. "What is it?" He asks.

"Foot!" The child said, pointing to the Dark Lord's feet.

Lifting his right foot and finding nothing, he lifted his left foot- and why was there a diamond there?

Harry smiled brightly and snatched it up, holding it close to himself. "Thank!" He chirped happily.

Voldemort chuckles. "Where did you get that, little one?" He asks.

"Lady's." Harry says, displaying the diamond in his palm proudly.

"Of course." Voldemort nodded like he understood. He pulled forward a chair from a nearby empty table, and sat down on it. "Now, what are you doing so far away from your parents?"

"You...Know?" Harry blinks.

"Bella and Roddy?" Voldemort says, using their nicknames for each other seeing as that is what he would probably recognize.

He nods his head quickly, bouncing over to him. "Rabby left." He says, climbing his way up on the Dark Lord's lap without any hesitance.

Isn't this child on six months old? Voldemort muses. The child must be intelligent to be able to display his thoughts like he does, and being able to understand the world around him so well...Stunning, really. He's met children over a year old who couldn't even walk yet, but this one could walk and run and even talk efficiently enough to display his thoughts. He would grow to be perfect.

The Dark Lord finds himself entertaining the child for the rest of the ball. He uses his magic to make the diamond larger then smaller, than larger again. He transfigures a piece of cloth into a chain, a napkin for a metal claw to hold the diamond. He creates a simple necklace for the child through them, smirking as Harry proudly wears it.

Harry, of course, blabbers on and on about things that, most of the time, didn't make much sense. While he could talk well, his grammar was horrible and he didn't know enough words to display what he wanted to say. He would point to something occasionally to help him explain, but he otherwise just blabbered on quite happily. Throughout an entire hour he just talked and talked with no interruption, with Voldemort listening the best he could manage with how quickly the child spoke and how easily his words slurred together.

Eventually, Bellatrix appeared with Rabastan and Rodolphus behind her. Rabastan had a red hand print on each cheek, and Rodolphus had one on his right cheek.

"My Lord!" She gasps in horror.

Voldemort gently picks up Harry, standing up while maintaining the child in his arms. "I do hope you have a reasonable explanation as to why my Harry was away from your supervision and care." He says coldly.

"She gave him to me, my Lord." Rabastan jumps him. "But I got distracted and he ran off...I've been looking for him ever since then!"

Voldemort nods, able to trust their words. It was obvious by how panicked they looked, and seeing as Rabastan seemed to have gotten part of his punishment from Bellatrix he could await the rest until he called him in later. "You will receive your punishment later." He states, and Rabastan nods obediently, understanding why he's receiving said punishment.

"My Lord...Could I please have him?" Bellatrix asks quietly, looking straight at Harry.

The child smiles at her. "Mommy!" He waves happily, but makes no effort to leave Voldemort's arms. He finds it quite comfortable here, though there's no pillows here for him to lay his head on like mommy has. Daddy doesn't have them, either.

The Dark Lord nods, handing the child over to Bellatrix. He did find him quite entertaining and good company, and knew he would find even better time spent with him when he was older. He looked forward to that. "Goodbye, little Harry." He tells the child.

Harry frowns. "Bye bye." He says, even though he looks disappointed.

Voldemort smiles at the child. "Bye bye." He repeats.

~0~

Hours later, Bellatrix was giving Rabastan a potion to help him recover after the session of Cruciatus. He was sweaty, still in his Death Eater uniform, and panting heavily. They were both in Rodolphus' office as he fixed them all drinks, though he was giving Rabastan's drink with a pepper-up.

"He called Harry his." Rodolphus comments as Rabastan gulps down the horrible-tasting liquid.

"And?" Bellatrix frowns. "We're his followers." She says.

"He doesn't refer to you as 'His Bellatrix' or to Rabastan as 'His Rabastan'." Rodolphus scowls. "I feel like he's already decided Harry's going to become his consort...I don't like that." He states.

"Harry gets to choose, remember?" Rabastan points out. "Even the Dark Lord keeps open choices. Narcissa used to be an avid follower of his, but she was allowed to leave the front to raise Draco. She had a choice in that. Bellatrix did, too, but she insists on going on missions even while raising Harry. His gives his prisoners a chance to either join him or die, give up the information with no pain or be tortured."

"He always stays by his word, as well." Bellatrix adds. "Besides, if Harry becomes the Dark Lord's consort, there will nothing wrong with that! He will live an easier life."

"I have a right to be worried. I don't want my son pushed into something." Rodolphus hands Bellatrix a glass of firewhiskey, and gives Rabastan the same plus a vial of pepper-up.

"I think it would be lovely is Harrison becomes the Dark Lord's consort." Bellatrix says. "Much safer than being his heir. As consort, there would be less fighting and hazardous duties." She insists.

"What if he wants to perform hazardous duties?" Rodolphus scowls.

"Our Lord is rather sadistic. Being his consort could be counted as 'hazardous duties'." Rabastan smirks, finishing off his glass with ease. Rodolphus refills it for him.

"Hush you!" Bellatrix glares.

"Your right. Little Harry could be masochis-" Rabastan didn't get to finish as Bellatrix smacked him on the back of his head.

"I said hush!" She hisses angrily.

Rodolphus sighed. "Rabastan, keep your mouth shut before she sews it shut for you." He advises his brother.

"You are the one who brought it up." Rabastan pouts.

Bellatrix smacks him again.

After Story Notes

I think I can guess what you're thinking right now. 'What happened to the Potters?' or 'Where are they?' or 'Why haven't they popped up again?'

Maybe you're annoyed by the fact Harry is more intelligent than most children, or the fact he can walk and run at the age of six months. But, it is possible for both things without it making it seem oh-so amazing. It just isn't commonly heard of.

I began walking at the age of only six months, too. My mom told me I looked like a elf running around so I used that reference earlier in the chapter. I also have a seven month old nephew who isn't a genius, but is smart enough to pick up words and can display his thoughts rather like Harry does at this age. I also did plenty of research to make sure, too!

I have a little critic hidden in my reviews and I want to see if they can come up with anything for this chapter.