A/N: For Elektra107, who loves Davy, this is basially centered (well, the first part) on David and Harry! For Hell's Critic who made me figure out a drastic mistake!
Book One: Calm Before the Storm
Chapter Six
Thoughts and Pondering
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A few weeks had passed since the meeting with the rather large dog with three heads, otherwise known as Fluffy, the Troll in the dungeons, the Flying lesson and Harry and Draco's first kiss. Harry and Draco had announced themselves a couple and the whole school knew about it. A lot of people had congratulated them, yet few believed they were disgraces to the Wizarding World.
It was now Christmas Eve and Harry, Blaise and Draco were sitting on couches and armchairs in the Slytherin Common Room, chatting excitedly. Harry and Draco were on one couch, Draco's arm draped over Harry's shoulder lazily. Blaise was in an armchair, smirking at how lovey-dovey the two were. Well, how lovey-dovey Draco was to Harry.
Draco had invited both Blaise and Harry over for the Christmas holidays, but Harry had refused, seeing that his father had told him that his mother had gotten worse with her cold and he wanted to spend time with her. Blaise's family didn't care what happened to him, so Blaise automatically said yes. Both felt sorry for Harry and for his mother, and wished her well every night.
So right now they were all talking excitedly, when Professor Snape walked into the Common Room and over to Harry. "I believe your little brother wanted to see you, Mr. Riddle. Since members of other houses are not permitted to come inside other common rooms, I highly suggest for you to go outside and meet him."
"Thank you, sir," Harry said, swatting Draco's arm away (Blaise laughed at Draco's glare) and was about to walk out when Professor Snape began talking again.
"Oh, and Mr. Riddle, your father told me to tell you that you should be 'recieving an interesting gift' at Christmas, was how he put it."
Harry looked at him questioningly, who only looked back at him with a nameless expression on his face. Nodding once again, he made his way out of the Common Room.
He found David leaning on the wall of the Dungeon, waiting for him. Grinning, he walked over to David, and placed a hand on his shoulder lightly.
David jumped, but turned around and hugged Harry tightly. "I miss you, Har," he whispered.
"I know, Davy, I miss you too," Harry whispered. "But hey, you have Justin and Susan, don't you?"
David nodded. "Yeah, and Blaise."
"Yes, and Draco too, don't forget," Harry smirked. This was the perfect time to ask. "Davy, what do you think of Blaise?"
"Huh?" David asked, obviously confused.
"I mean, as a friend," Harry tried again. "What do you think of him? Is he good to you? Is he nice? Helps you a lot? Talk a lot about stuff? That sort of thing."
"Oh, yeah, Blaise is good for that sort of stuff," David replied. "He helps me with my homework when I don't understand something (mainly in Transfiguration), and we talk alot 'bout Quidditch."
Harry smirked. "I see. Transfiguration is hard, McGonagall is strict."
David nodded. "Yeah, she took five points when my cup transfigured into a half-rat, half-cup, with nothing but fur and tail." (A/N: Imagine Ron's transfiguration in the Chamber of Secrets. "That wand needs replacing, Mr. Weasley" was what McGonagall said, just to refresh your memory)
Harry laughed. Then, as if suddenly remembering, he brought out something from his robes. "Here, Davy. Christmas present. Don't open it until Christmas, you hear me?"
David nodded and grinned. "Thanks, Har. You and Draco going steady?" he asked, changing the subject.
Harry smiled and nodded. "It's the happiest I ever was in my entire life. Oh, did you hear from father? He owled me the other day."
"Yeah," David replied. "Said mum got Witch's Flu, real bad. Dad's trying all he can to cure her but nothin' seems to work."
"Mum is a special woman," Harry said. "Don't worry, she'll get through it. Tom Riddle and Lily Evans are a force to be reckoned with. If someone did something to one of us, they'd each have their heads."
David grinned. "I didn't know Dad's name, I just thought it was Riddle."
"Nope," Harry replied. "It's Tom Marvolo Riddle, he's my dad, too. Our mum is Lily Evans, and she can fight diseases like honey draws flies. She'll be okay."
They hugged for a brief moment and no one saw the figure in the shadows exist closely.
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James Potter walked out of the Dungeons, shocked to the core. Lily had married Voldemort and had two kids! Harry, his Harry, was dead, and wouldn't be seeing him again. Both of those kids were evil, but also good. They had Lily's blood inside them. But… if she married Voldemort, would that mean she had the Dark Mark on her arm?
He made his way to his and Remus Lupin's Quarters. Professor Dumbledore had given them both a place to stay, having both been homeless since the attack at Godrcic's Hollow that fateful day. Every Halloween, James thought about it. How Harry had been taken to Voldemort's lair and been killed (they never found his body), Lily had been raped and taken by Voldemort, Peter Pettigrew, fellow Marauder and all, betraying them, Sirius framed by Peter and put in Azkaban for Lily's and Harry's supposed deaths. Everyone believed Lily dead as well.
But James knew better. So did Sirius.
Remus believed Sirius guilty, no matter how much James tried to pursuade him that he could NOT have killed thirteen people with a single curse, let alone kill Peter. When they had Peter's funeral, James had refused to go to it, even after Remus told him time and time again that Sirius DID kill him. He would never believe Remus, it was just not possible. Sirius wouldn't harm a fly, well, only if that fly were Snivellus or Malfoy.
James had tried multiple times to get Sirius a fair trial, but the Minister, a jerk-wad, who did nothing good for the Wizarding World, Cornelius Fudge, had instantly refused, saying. "Black is a madman, he doesn't deserve a trial, James, probably kill everyone in the courtroom." He had been furious, but dropped it ever since. He had still gone to visit Sirius, and that was the only thing that kept the dog Animagus sane, at least for the time being.
Walking back to his and Remus's quarters under the Invisibility Cloak, he was surprised to hear Professor Snape and Quirrell talking. Snape had Quirrell pinned to the wall.
"You do realize Potter cannot find out his son is still alive? The Dark Lord will be furious at both of us," he hissed. "Stop trying to give him hints - that stunt at Harry's flying lesson. Imperius on a student is strictly forbidden, even though we are Death Eaters."
"Y-Y-Yes," Professor Quirrell stuttered, eyes wide. "I am w-w-well aware o-o-of the c-c-c-onsequenc-c-ces, S-Severus."
James's eyes were wide too. They were talking about him, and… Harry Evans? His son? Did they mean Voldemort's son? No wait... what did they say? "Potter cannot find out his son is at Hogwarts!" was what he said.
What Harry Riddle really Harry Potter... if so, who was David Riddle?
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Question's and answers:
mistycruby: Well, that will be explained in later chapters but no Lily has never tried to run away and get help in earlier years for fear of either of her sons being killed by Voldemort and now that she has spent more time with the Dark Lord, she's grown. . . 'attached' to him, if you get my meaning. All will be explained of Lily and Voldemort's relationship in further ahead chapters.
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Added author notes: I'm insanely proud of myself because this is my first time doing a story of this particular nature, so I didn't know how well I would do. Sure, I did a fic where his parents came back from the dead, but they were always alive here! So, I'm exceedingly proud, though I hope I'm not bragging or being obnoxious in any way! Thank you for all of your reviews! And thanks to Hell's Critic for pointing out my mistakes in the Potter-Riddle field. I fixed it all.