Father Figure

Written by: HoshiHikari

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling.

Summary: All Harry wanted after the war was to fulfill his promise to Remus and Tonks. However his chance to raise Teddy Lupin is snatched away when he is placed in Azkaban for murdering Lord Voldemort. Thirteen years later Harry breaks out of Azkaban in hopes of perusing his role as Teddy's godfather. Despite being labeled as the new Dark Lord, Harry tries his best to be the father figure that would make his parents, Sirius and Remus proud.

Warnings: Spoilers from DH!

Chapter 7

"That's not Harry." Ginny repeated. "That's Tom Riddle. That's Voldemort."

Immediately chaos fell over the semi-quiet Order members. People began protesting the claim.

"Impossible!" someone shouted. The reason for his disbelief was drowned out by another person's shouts. No one could hear anything as everyone began talking at once.

"Silence!" Kingsley boomed after placing the spell to magnify his voice. When he finally had everyone's attention again, he began to speak.

"Ginny," the Minister addressed. "Voldemort is dead. Harry Potter murdered him."

"I know what happened." Ginny said softly. "We were all there that night. However I am more then positive that the one who was with Teddy today is Voldemort. I had the unfortunate experience of meeting the Dark Lord when I was 12 and he was in his late teens. Don't ask how. The experience wasn't pleasant but my point is that there is no way I wouldn't be able to identify him. I swear that man is him, there is no way that it isn't him."

The silence that followed was very tense as everyone let the information sink.

"Look, you can ask Snape or Dumbledore. If anyone knows anything about Voldemort, it would be them. I'm telling you that he's Voldemort." Ginny spoke with such confidence in her voice that the others began to shift nervously at the prospect of having to face Voldemort again, this time undoubtedly without their savior's help.


Draco shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He kept glancing between the game of exploding snap that the boys were playing and the hallway through which his father and Potter had disappeared to. He had a vague idea about the discussion that the two were currently having and so was hoping there wouldn't be another fallout because of this. These unnecessary fallouts were beginning to get onto his nerves. Then again these initial fallouts were expected as he was certain that Potter would be fighting until his last breath before letting the inevitable occur. Of course the inevitable being inevitable was bound to occur and so Draco wasn't quite sure why Potter was still stubbornly fighting it.

"You worry too much Draco." Narcissa commented. Slowly Draco turned to look at her. He gave a smirk when he noticed that despite the remark his mother was sitting just as stiffly as he was.

"They're both grown men. I'm sure they are having a civilized conversation."

"Mother, this is father and Potter we're talking about."

"Your father has a certain way with people. If I didn't know better I'll call this charm a gift."

"Let's hope that this charm works." Draco muttered uncertainly. "There's too much history between them to hope for a civilized conversation."

"Mr. Potter hasn't stormed out screaming nor has he kicked us out yet…"

"Don't tempt me." Harry's voice interrupted Narcissa.

All heads in the room turned to look at the two men who were now standing in the doorway, one slightly in front of the other. There was something different about Harry as he stood there. His eyes were stormy and his stance was stiff. This was definitely not the same man who had stepped out of the drawing room with Lucius half an hour ago.

"Mr. Potter has kindly allowed us to stay here for an undisclosed amount of time." Lucius spoke, drawing attention towards him. "Shacklebolt has probably been notified of the dead aurors at the manor." He continued slowly. "We will be safer here."

"You may all stay on the condition that Sirius' room remains off-limits." Harry added staring straight at Narcissa, knowing that she was probably the only one who would know where that particular room was located. "Otherwise…"

"Do we really have to stay here?" Scropius protested. "I want to go home."

"Your home isn't safe right now. Remember the aurors? They'll probably be raiding the Manor again now that they have access to it." Harry said lightly, his gaze softening slightly though the storm in his eyes remained. "I know this place isn't child-friendly but we can make it that way. Just let me know what you want and I'll make sure it gets done."


A sudden knock at the door of the Room of Requirements caused some of its occupants to jump. A second later the door opened and Patrick poked his head in.

"I told you not to disturb me unless we had an emergency, Patrick." Kingsley said, sounding annoyed.

"Well sir, I believe this is an emergency. The aurors who were stationed at Malfoy Manor were all found dead at their respective posts on the property. Their shift ended 10 minutes ago and the group who was supposed to replace them arrived only to find the others dead. The Malfoys are not home."

"They did what now?" Kingsley said, jumping to his feet.

"As much as we like to believe it as retribution for your recent actions sir, we have already determined that they are not the ones who are directly responsible for these deaths. Except for Scropius and Teddy, all other Malfoys were already in custody at their time of death. In fact we have reason to believe that these aurors were murdered within an hour of Draco and Astoria Malfoy departing from the Manor."

"Do you have any leads on who is responsible?"

"No, but in all likelihood it is probably Potter or another Death Eater escapee. They are the ones who would most likely try to contact the Malfoys and have motive to murder aurors." Patrick reasoned.

"Or it could be Voldemort himself." Ginny interrupted. "But whoever it is, they're moving quickly. It'll only be a matter of time before war officially breaks out. We might as well focus on the inevitable then start a cat and mouse chase over a possible suspect. In all likelihood, unknown to them, Bill, Fluer and Victorie were standing face to face with the new Dark Lord."

There was a murmur of agreement amongst the Order members.

"Perhaps we should question Ollivander." Fleur spoke up. "The man never mentioned a name but Ollivander seemed to know him. The man paid the wandmaker in advance to make sure Ollivander made time for him. It is quite possible the man would return to Ollivanders to retrieve whatever it is he is paying the wandmaker for. We can nail him then."


"Really?" Scropius asked.

"Would Uncle Harry lie to you?" Harry countered. "You do know you're my favorite Malfoy right?"

"Really?" Scropius' face lit up. "Even more then Teddy?"

"Well Teddy doesn't count. He's not a Malfoy." Harry corrected gently. "Among Lucius, Narcissa Draco and Astoria, I like you the best."

Harry was awarded with a million dollar smile from the small child.

"I like you too Uncle Harry. You're my favorite Uncle."

"I hope you know what you're getting yourself into Potter. My son's not going to be easy to please." Draco spoke up from the side. Slowly Harry's gaze traveled from Scropius to Draco, his eyes instantly hardening again.

"I know exactly what I'm getting myself into." Harry spoke stiffly, unconsciously referring to something else entirely. Both his posture and hardened stare once again reminded the adults in the room that there was something different about the man who had once been the savior of the world. Draco held the penetrating stare for a second before tearing his gaze away, instantly regretting his poor choice of words as Harry seemed to have taken the remark badly.

"Mr. Potter." Lucius warned. Grey eyes met black and unlike earlier when Lucius would always see the conflicting emotions behind the black eyes, this time he only saw a see of rage behind a pair of ruby orbs.

"What?" Harry hissed suddenly sounding quite snake like.

"You're scaring the boys." The Malfoy patriarch pointed out quietly. As discreetly as possible one of his hands gestured at Harry's eyes giving Harry the hint that he had once again lost control of his emotions.

Harry looked from Lucius to the two boys. Scropius was hugging his mother and Teddy was looking at him with concealed fear.

"I'm sorry." Harry murmured after regaining composure. He ran his hand through his hair as he mentally cursed himself for losing composure.

"We forgive you. That's not you..." Narcissa commented.

"No, it's not." Harry agreed. "I'm not…"

"You're tired." Narcissa continued. "We're all tired."

"But that's no excuse to act like that in front of children. I'm horrible. I really am…"

"Tired." Narcissa repeated.

"No! I'm suppose to be the Dark Lord!" Harry suddenly exploded. "I accepted…"

"Half-bloods and crazy lunatics!" Mrs. Black's voice overrode Harry's. "Dark Lord impersonators and…"

"the offer didn't I? I agreed! What else do you want?" The rage in Harry sprung to life as he screamed even louder to cover up Sirius' mom's screams. His eyes were once again bloodshot and his magic was becoming uncontrollable, this time causing the lights to flicker and the building to shake.

"Astoria, Daphane, take the boys upstairs." Lucius said firmly, taking a step closer to Harry, his wand drawn. "Narcissa, will you please take care of your aunt. Draco, go with your mother."

"I'm not suppose to be losing my damn composure" Harry continued to rant. "I'm the Dark Lord! I'm the Dark Lord! These emotions, these outburst…"

"Half-breeds and blood-traitors!" Mrs. Black continued.

"Now!" Lucius yelled at the others who seemed frozen by the sudden screaming competition. His sharp yell temporarily covered both Harry's and Mrs. Blacks rants. "Barricade the room." He added to Astoria and Daphane.

"No!" Harry gave a roar in protest at that. He watched as Astoria and Daphane took a hold of both boy's hands and ushered them away with Narcissa and Draco following closely behind them.

"I'm not letting you anywhere near the boys until you behave." Lucius spoke calmly, stepping in between Harry and the doorway which the three had just disappeared through. "These outbursts must stop."

"They did stop!" Harry interrupted. "I'm the Dark Lord!" Harry screamed. "I accepted the offer! Dark Lords don't show emotion! I'm the Dark Lord damn it! I agreed! I…"

"You're tired, Mr. Potter." Lucius spoke softly. He was glad that Mrs. Black was no longer screaming. "Be reasonable. Despite what you believe, Dark Lord's aren't born overnight."

"Except for me!" Harry was still yelling. "I'm the exception to every damn rule!"

"Calm down Mr. Potter before I am forced to take drastic actions to ensure the safety of the occupants…"

"You wouldn't dare! I'm your Lord. I…"

"You're no Lord of mine" Lucius interrupted again. "until you have shown me the qualities of a Dark Lord. A verbal agreement is nothing unless…"

"Damn it! What do you want from me? What do all of you want from me? Isn't it enough…"

"I want you to calm down Mr. Potter. Can you do that for me?"

"No! Why should I? This is who I am! I'm angry…"

"I know that. You have every right to be." Lucius said calmly. "We've already established that. We've also established that I'm not you're enemy. I don't know why we're having this same argument for the hundredth time. I'm not the one who betrayed you."

"You're one of them, one of those damn people who want to dictate my life. I'm angry at them, I'm angry at you."

"You're not as angry with me as you claim to be. You're doing a fine job at controlling yourself from physically or magically attacking me or anyone else in this house for that matter."

As if to prove Lucius wrong, Harry lounged at the man, throwing both his body and magic at him. Having anticipated this, Lucius threw up a shield and then waved his wand in front of Harry. Harry 's body was flung backwards onto a bookshelf. His head hit the hardwood with a sickening bang and he felt the air being knocked out of him. The outward display of anger disappeared and was quickly replaced by surprise.

"You attacked me." Harry stated in bewilderment. "You knew I held back, yet you…"

"You lost control." Lucius said evenly, placing away his wand and strolled over to Harry.

"I was in control. I am in control. I wouldn't have attacked you and you knew it."

"You lost control." Lucius repeated.

"You're not my enemy. I wouldn't hurt you or the others." Harry replied barely above a whisper, not meeting the elder Malfoy's eyes .

"Lock away your emotions. Take control of your life. This behavior of yours must and will end now regardless of your decision to be or not to be the Dark Lord." Lucius said smoothly as he loomed over Harry. "This behavior is unacceptable. Do you understand me?"

"I'm trying. Voldemort knows I'm trying." Harry ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "I know what I must do. I've already accepted it but…"

"It's not in your nature." Lucius commented. "It's only natural to want to fight the thing that's trying to mold us into someone we're not."

"This isn't in my mature yet I will have to make it so that it is in my nature. What do you propose I do?"

"Get some rest for tonight. Leave the rest to me. I can assure you that by breakfast time tomorrow you will be reborn into a brand new person."


"Kingsley?" The portrait of Albus Dumbledore asked as the Minster of Magic stepped into the headmistress' office. "What brings you here so late at night?"

"War, Professor." Kingsley replied with a heavy sigh. "I'm preparing for war."

"Against who? Surely you're not a power hungry man who wants to rule the world."

"Both Potter and Voldemort's inner circle have broken out of Azkaban. It's only a matter of time before all hell breaks loose."

"I've said this once before and I will say it again. Harry should have never been placed in Azkaban. This war is of your own doing. You should have known then the consequences of your actions."

"I had no choice and you know it." Kingsley snapped back.

"We all have choices my boy."

"Look Dumbledore, I'm not here to be scolded. I'm here to ask you a question."

"Of course you are. You're never here for anything else." Dumbledore replied. "Always here looking for answers but never advice. It's about time you listen to some of my advice…"

"Dumbledore, I…" Kingsley interrupted himself. He pulled out the photo of the man who had been shopping with Teddy and shoved it in front of Dumbledore's eyes. He then went to describe in detail what had happened at Ollivanders.

"Who is this?"

Dumbledore stared at the photo with an unreadable expression on his face.

"Well?" The Minister asked anxiously.

"I think you already know the answer." Dumbledore replied vaguely.

"It is him then?" Kingsley asked anxiously.

"Who?"

"Voldemort. Ginny said…"

"I'm afraid she's right my boy." Dumbledore replied, interrupting the Minister.

"Thank you for your confirmation Professor." Kingsley said. Without saying anything else, he hurriedly left the office completely missing the question that the portrait of Severus Snape asked Dumbledore only seconds later.

"Why did you lie Albus?"


The next morning came all too quickly for Harry. Lucius Malfoy's words from last night still rang in his ear. He sat up slowly and tried to listen for any signs of life in the house. He was surprised to be greeted by silence. Jumping up from his bed, he made his way to the other side of the room where a full length mirror greeted him. He stared intently at his reflection waiting for the transformation that Lucius had promised to happen. He was disappointed when nothing happened. He still felt the same as he did last night, in fact he still felt the same as he did on any given day.

Perhaps I'll be reborn after breakfast. Harry thought to himself. Keeping that thought in mind, he made his way downstairs expecting to be greeted differently by the other occupants of the house. He wasn't sure how differently yet, but he promised himself to keep his composure at whatever the surprise would be.

When Harry stepped into the dining hall, he was indeed greeted by surprise. In fact the moment he laid eyes on the single person that was eating breakfast, all of his thoughts of keeping his composure evaporated into thin air. The rage that he had been feeling way too often once again sprung to life.

"Dolohov!" Harry screamed as he rushed towards the Death Eater, tackling the man, all magic forgotten. The two man fell onto the ground with Harry landing on top of the other.

"How? When? Why?" Harry questioned as he shook the man by his collar. He had so many questions but none of them were able to escape his lips. His irritation grew when the man merely gave him a crooked smile.

"How is it…"

Before Harry could finish asking his question, he felt two sets of hands grab him from behind, pulling him off of Dolohov. Harry struggled but found himself unable to shake off the tightening grip.

"Stop struggling Mr. Potter." Lucius Malfoy was suddenly standing in between Harry and Dolohov. "It's useless. We're professionals."

At the mention of we, Harry's attention was drawn to the other Death Eaters in the room.

"Last night I took the liberty of contacting some of our mutual acquaintances, inviting them to stay for an undisclosed amount of time. Kreacher seemed to agree with me as he allowed them to enter the property."

"Agree with you on what?" Harry dared asked.

"Don't worry Mr. Potter, they're not here to break you." Lucius chose not to answer the question directly. "After we're done, you'll be on your way to becoming one of the greatest Dark Lords or all time."


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