Disclaimer: I own nothing but my ideas for the AU plot, as well as any and all errors in spelling and grammar. I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does. Any recognizable lines, characters or places in this work are inspired by the HP books and Movies.

Warnings: AU Slash/ Parings SS/LM, HP/RW? Mpreg, Bad Dumbles, Good Voldie, Dursley Abuse, Hermione bashing, some Weasley Bashing, Remus bashing.

Rating: M for violence, Lemons, language and my own paranoia

Irish Celtic Translations:*A Chuisle= My Pulse pronounced Khish-la* A Chuisle mo chroi= Pulse of my heart*A leanbh (uh LAN-uv): Literally "my child." *Athair= Father *Da=Dad *Mo Mhac= my son* A leanbh na páirte= My dear child *A rún mo chroí =Secret of my heart *A Chumann= My Dear/Sweetheart (ah hom-un) *Grus is the name of the Crane Constellation. *A Stor= My Treasure

"What about-" he couldn't bring himself to say his name, a feeling of foreboding overwhelming him. "I'm sorry Harry, there was nothing the healers could do for him. He was hit by the Avada Kerdavra; he's gone.

Chapter 12

Harry stared at the man he assumed was his godfather, hearing his words, but struggling to understand their meaning. But before he asked for clarification, he needed to find out if the man was who Harry assumed him to be.

"Who are you?" he asked.

An emotion that could have been surprise flickered briefly across the man's handsome futures before he answered.

"I am Thomas Marvolo Riddle, also known as the Dark Lord, and called Marvolo by my close friends and hopefully by you. I am also your godfather."

Harry nodded, "I had assumed that you were." There was a small pause in which burgundy eyes met emerald ones.

"He's really… Sirius Black is really" Harry took a deep breath, but was unable to make himself say the word 'dead', "are you sure?" He had to ask, to make sure, to verify that he had heard correctly.

"I'm so sorry Lia-Harry, but yes Sirius Black, the man you knew to be your godfather, is dead."

As Marvolo finished speaking Harry felt a million emotions engulf him; guilt and sorrow paralyzing him, threatening to drown out all other thought. He could not believe that Sirius was gone. He had told Harry just a month ago that he would teach him and Ron some new prank to use on those that annoyed them. Ron! Harry couldn't believe he hadn't thought of him before now! He still had to find out if Ron was okay, he needed to pull himself together.

Now was obviously not the time break down especially in front of a man he didn't know, so with his last scrap of sanity and determination, he cut off all emotion, focusing only on the facts. Sirius was dead; right, fine, but he was not going to have a mental breakdown, he had things he had to take care of and he would not cry in front of a Dark Lord, godfather or not.

"And his body?" Harry inquired his voice cool and clinical.

Marvolo gave a look Harry could not quite decipher before answering.

"It is being kept in a safe place until a burial can be arranged." The man replied gently.

Harry nodded. "And Ron, is he alright?" he asked. His voice calm, showing none of the concern he felt for his best friend.

Harry saw Marvolo glanced at Ron as he answered. "The boy, Ron is fine." the man said with a small lift of his eyebrows.

"He had a slight concussion that has already been healed, and both of you are suffering from slight magical exhaustion as you boys were caught in the backwash of the Avada Kerdavra."

"Make sense," Harry muttered quietly, his lap suddenly becoming the most interesting thing in the room. "He must have hit his head when he and Sirius collided, they both jumped in front of the cures meant for me; the idiots." Harry said snarkily.

Harry looked up as he heard Marvolo sigh.

"Harry, I am sure you are tired and that discussing what happened is the last thing you want to do, but I need to know what happened so that proper defenses can be arranged and your fathers can be notified or extracted if need be."

Harry studied the serious look Marvolo's face, knowing the man was right. As much as he wanted to be alone in order to make some kind of sense of everything that had happened, he knew he needed to tell Marvolo everything and in as much as he could. After all, his Da and Athair were still at Hogwarts and he need to make sure they were safe, and when at war the more you know about your enemy the better; and as of now, Dumbledore was no longer just an untrustworthy meddler, he was enemy number one.

"Dumbledore knows I'm a vampire, he tried to kill me." Harry said flatly.

Marvolo walked over to Harry and quickly grasped him firmly by the shoulders looking him directly in the eyes.

"Tell me everything."

The two spoke for about half an hour before exhaustion began to overwhelm Harry enough that he could not hide it.

Marvolo must have noticed as he quickly wrapped up their conversation.

"Thank you, Harry, you have been most helpful, but now you should rest. I am sure that your friend will be waking soon, and your fathers will be here shortly. If you need anything call for Mopsy, she has been assigned to you for the duration of your stay." Marvolo gently ran his hand through Harry's hair, and he could not help but lean slightly into the comforting touch.

"Rest well Harry." Marvolo said quietly as he left the room.

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Marvolo watched from the door as the boy snuggled down into the sheets, before sleep claimed him. A small smile graced the usually stoic man's features despite the stressful day. He had been exceedingly worried, when the alarm connected to the port-key he made his godson went off, signaling that it had been used. He had rushed to the safe room and went into a complete panic when he had found a man dead, and his godson and another teen unconscious. He remembered the fear, rage and sorrow he had felt upon seeing them lying there, as well as the utter awe and amazement at the fact that his godson was alive and in his presence. It was a dream he had abandoned long ago. Marvolo took one last glance at his beloved godson, before heading to his study, he had a murder to plan, and couple of what were sure to be panicked and irate parents to wait for.

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Harry gave a quite sigh as Marvolo finally stopped hovering at the door. Though Harry was touched that the man seemed to care for him, his presence and magic were a bit overwhelming; especially when he just wanted to be alone with his thoughts.

Harry snorted to himself as he wondered what the Wizarding World would think if they knew the big bad Dark Lord was hovering worriedly at the bedside of Boy Who Lived.

"What's so funny over there?" A familiar voice questioned from Harry's left.

Harry looked over at Ron.

"Oh, I was just imagining telling the Wizarding World that the Dark Lord is secretly a mother hen." Harry paused.

"How are you?" he asked studying Ron intently.

"Seem to be all in one piece, though my head is a bit sore." The freckled teen said has he gingerly rubbed his right temple.

"Yah, Marvolo said you had a concussion that they already healed. You must have banged your head when you and Sirius crashed into each other." Harry said as he climbed out of his bed and on to Ron's.

Ron scooted over to make more room for the slight raven-haired boy, who sat close to Ron enjoying the bigger teen's body heat.

"Are you sure you're all right?" Harry asked again.

"Yah mate, I'm fine." His friend said reassuringly.

"Good." Harry said before unleashing an on-slot of open handed slaps to Ron's torso.

"Ow, Harry mate what are you doing?!" Ron exclaimed.

"You- smack-could-smack have-smack-DIED! You-smack- prat!" Harry shouted, giving a smack to emphasize his every word.

Harry raised his hand to continue his rant when Ron grabbed his hands and gently held on.

"I'm fine Har, I'm alright. You know you would have done the same for me." The redhead tried to placate him.

"Yah I know, but that's different, just promise me you won't do it again. Please." Harry said his tone very close to pleading.

"How is it any different Harry? It's not, and you know it. I can't promise not to do it again, because I would in a heartbeat." Ron told him firmly.

Harry sighed something he seemed to be doing a lot of that lately.

He knew Ron was right, but he wanted his friend to be safe. He couldn't lose someone else not after Sir…no, he couldn't go there right now.

Ron seemed to take his silence to mean they had reached an understanding and he seemed to consider the conversation over.

"So where are we exactly?" Ron questioned.

"My godfathers- house- I guess." Harry said with a shrug.

"You guess! You mean you don't know, Harry we could be anywhere with anyone! Did Sirius come with us, we need to find him, we need to get-"

"Ron-RON calm down, this is my godfathers place, I just don't know this is his house, his headquarters, or some combination thereof; just relax, I have it under control." He said unconsciously rubbing his thumbs soothingly against the hands that still held his.

Harry watched as Ron took a deep breath, and he felt Ron squeeze his hands reassuringly before letting go.

"Okay, alright. So what do you mean headquarters? Does your godfather a run a company or something?"

Harry took a breath and blew it out; this was not going to be a fun conversation.

"Try the or something." He replied uneasily.

Harry worried his bottom lip between his teeth as he thought about how to tell his best friend that his godfather was really the Dark Lord, and was not really the evil creature everyone thought him to be.

"Harry, are you okay?" Ron asked.

"I'm fine, it's just, this conversation is a bit difficult. I need you to listen okay. You can rant, and ask questions after, but I need you to listen first." Harry pleaded, and try as he might he could not keep the anxiety out of his voice.

"Harry your scaring me," Ron said apprehensively.

"My godfather… he's, well he's a Dark Lord- he is the Dark Lord." Harry said reluctantly.

He watched Ron carefully, and when he saw no reaction he continued explaining.

He told Ron everything his fathers had told him, emphasizing the differences between Dark and Evil, explaining that Marvolo hadn't meant to attack him when he was little, and that the man had been under the Imperius. As he finished explaining, Harry braced himself for his friend's reaction. He was prepared for screaming, disbelief, anger or a combination of them; he was not prepared for his friend to break out into a fit of hysterical laughter.

"Ha, Ha, HA, only you Harry HA, Ha, ha." Ron said in-between bouts of laughter.

Harry raised an eyebrow, a look of confusion and amusement gracing his features.

"Ron, what are you talking about, and why are you laughing? I just told you my godfather is the Dark Lord, and you're cracking up?"

"Only you Harry could have a godfather who is being framed for heinous crimes that were committed by an Evil Lord, while in reality he is just a Dark Lord trying to save the world." Ron said smiling at his friend.

"I guess it is pretty outrageous, but you still believe me? Just like that?" Harry asked incredulously.

"'Corse, why wouldn't I?" Ron said turning serious again.

"Anyone else would have run away screaming, had me committed to the physic ward in Saint Mungos, or at the very least asked for proof." Harry replied.

"Well, I'm not anyone else am I." Ron stated, pulling Harry closer to him.

Harry looked up into Ron's clear blue eyes, a strange feeling consuming him. He's hands were sweaty, and it felt like someone had released a few snitches in his belly. Unconsciously he leaned closer to Ron, bracing himself for something spectacular. Just as Harry felt something truly amazing was about to happen, a wave of fear, panic and despair overwhelmed him.

"Ghah," Harry gasped doubling over, pressing a hand to his chest.

The emotions he felt were so strong it was as if someone was pushing a white hot poker strait through his chest and into his heart.

"Harry? Harry what's wrong!" Ron said franticly has he held him close trying to sooth the obviously pained teen.

"Something's wrong with my fathers." Harry gasped out as tears sprang to his eyes.

Just as Harry felt that he was going to pass out from all of the rampaging emotions, the door to their room burst open, banging forcibly against the wall and two figures quickly stepped into the room.

"Lucius!" Harry breathed, as he scrambled out of the bed and rushed over to embrace his father.

Harry felt his Athair's arms tighten around him, and thankfully he felt the felt the pain in his chest dissipate, as his father's emotions calmed. Harry looked up at his Athair, and then looked over the man's shoulder, expecting to see his Da. When he found only Marvolo standing next to his father, he felt fear and panic bubble to the surface.

"Where is he? Where is Da?" Harry whispered franticly to his Athair.

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Lucius was exhausted, worried, overwhelmed, and beyond angry, but the moment he felt his son plastered to his chest and wrap those skinny, shaking arms around him, he felt a brief respite from his overpowering emotions. This blissful momentary peace was shattered however, when Lucius heard his son ask for his Da.

"Where is he?" his Childe repeated and Lucius could feel the teen's panic mounting.

The blond sighed heavily. There was no way to break this type of news gently, so griping his son a bit tighter Lucius answered his frantic son's question.

"A leanbh, your Da has been taken prisoner by the Evil Lord, by Dumbledore. He has been locked in one of the magic dampening cells deep in the dungeons at Hogwarts." Lucius said trying to battle against his own guilt for allowing this to happen as he waited for his son to react.

For a moment there was complete and utter silence, while Harry stood motionless in his arms.

It was then that all Hell broke loose; the room began to shake, and windows cracked and shattered.

"That BASTARD! It was him all along! In the graveyard, he's been behind it the whole time! I'm GONAA KILL HIM!" And with that Harry tore himself from Lucius' arms running out into the hallway.

Lucius stood frozen for a moment before taking off after his Childe. As he chased after the teen, he pondered what Harry had said; it seemed that the child had finally broken through whatever memory alteration Dumbledore had done, and thus figured out that it was Dumbledore not his godfather that was behind what happened to him at the graveyard.

Luck seemed to be on there side as just as his son reached the entrance to the Mansion, Lucius was able to grab him around the waist, and pull him to his chest. Naturally the childe immediately began to struggle against his hold, and Lucius was sure he was going to have a few bruises in the morning.

"No, No, NO let me go! He can't have him to! Da has to be here Athair, I can't lose him too, not after Sirius! Please, I have to go get him back!" Harry shouted writhing franticly in his father's arms in an attempt to escape.

"Harry stop, Harr- Liam Mo Mhac, please stop!" Lucius said trying to be both soothing and firm.

Finally ever so slowly, Lucius felt his son's struggling cease, before the boy collapsed against him in an exhausted heap.

As Lucius held his son, he could feel hot tears soaking through his shirt front, and the shoulders beneath his hand shaking in silent sobs.

"Athair, I want Da, I want my Da back." Came the pitiful whine from teen curled around him.

"Sush, A Stor* I promise we will get him back. We will get him back." Lucius said determinedly as he rubbed up and down his son's back. A tickle on his face caused Lucius to run a hand down his cheek, and the blond was startled to realize that he too had tears coursing down his face.

Lucius picked up his too light son and carried him back to the room before tucking him in bed. Lucius paused a moment to stare down at his sleeping son, brushing a kiss against the boys brow, leaving the boy to his rest. After all he needed to find Marvolo; he needed to know what his son meant about losing Black.

Lucius was halfway down the hall when he stopped short as he realized his Childe had called him Athair.

A/N: First I want to THANK EVERYONE for your support, Fallows and Favorites after the flaming incident, you guys are great! I would also like to give a big thank you to everyone who left a review for last chapter there were some really great and toughing reviews, and I cannot tell you how much they mean to me! Also I know that Harry does not seem to be bothered by Sirius's death, but he is, he is just repressing it for the moment.

Hope you liked the chapter until next time,

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PS Sorry the chapter is so short I had a bit of writers block; I will try to make the next one a more usual length.