Title: One's Most Hated Name
Author: Forgotten Aspen
Summary: Harry Potter's younger brother, Mark was thought to be the prophesized child and Harry was left to the orphanage. Harry's adventure as a first year student will turn for the worst as Voldemort tries and persuade Harry against his detestable family.
Genre: Angst/Action&Adventure
Rating: T
A/N: Been years since I thought about this story and I thought it was discontinued but I figured why not spend a few hours a cook up another chapter since I still have my documents on where I had intended to story to go. Finally most of the reunions are done after this chapter and shit can hit the fan the next.
Draco and Harry entered the empty Great Hall tired and weary from discussing their situation all night. The Great Hall was mostly empty, save for a few Ravenclaws that decided to remain over Christmas break to catch up on some studying. Harry eyed them enviously, what he wouldn't give to engross himself in knowledge. Not that he didn't learn over Winter's Break – he improved in Occlumency, however still only able to perform simple spells wandlessly.
"You know, where he placed his mark was smart," Draco stuffed his face with a piece of toast while bringing Harry out of his thoughts, "No one could prove you are a Death Eater with a Dark Mark there. Besides, because it was not seen before, even if people saw it, they wouldn't know what the mark was for."
"Thank you for praising the Dark Lord's mark on me," Harry noted sarcastically, "Maybe you should get one if you find it so impressive."
"Hardy Har Har," Draco rolled his eyes and began on his sausage, "I rather shove his wand up his arse then let the murderer make me into his slave."
Harry rolled his eyes, "Yes Draco, and now we've come full circle. You rather him kill you than join and I'd rather join than him kill you. We spent all night discussing this."
Before Draco could retort, a familiar black owl flew in with a dark envelope. The bird dropped the note onto Draco's lap before promptly flying out.
"I don't think this can be good news," Draco whispered as he opened the parchment.
My Dear Son,
Don't be overly dramatic concerning your mother's death. The ministry is looking into her death, we are trying our very best into solving this mystery. However, my son, I feel the need to implore you to not disgrace your family any longer and accept my guardianship quietly. Should you find that you prefer to follow your idiotic notions of refusing, I will remind you that your friend sacrificed himself for you once, he will have to do so again if you are impertinent.
Your father,
L. Malfoy
Harry sneered, "What a charming man. What do you want to do?"
"What am I to do? If I refuse, they have you in their palms and looks like they will use you to bend my will," Draco hastily shoved the paper into his robes, "If I accept, they will have me in their palms".
"Well they already have you to be honest," Harry ate his piece of toast gingerly, "I traded myself for your safety and this was a formality for them to secure the hostage. Don't worry nothing will happen to you so long as I do as I'm told. It's really an indirect threat onto me."
"Lovely," Draco sighed, "Mr. Chosen one turned evil for a good reason that is also the Champion of Hogwarts, and was the youngest Slytherin seeker before being kicked out. And here I thought I just wanted to stay low and befriend non-wizarding families so they wouldn't know about my father. Great choice I've made."
"Friends? I just talk to you occasionally so you wouldn't get lonely," Harry smirked, giving Draco a friendly jab.
"If you go this far for people you only speak to, Merlin knows what you would do for your family," Draco retorted.
Casting Draco an annoyed glance, Harry focused on finishing his second piece of toast in peace. Problem was, his peace was shortlived. Potter and his two goons sat down, albeit sheepishly and began eating.
"You know this is the Slytherin table right? As in not Gryffindor? Let me make this simple, this table – us," Draco pointed behind the boys, "That table –you."
"Oh shut it, Malfoy. It's a table with food and no one is making us leave anyways, it's Winter Break," a boy Harry recognized as Samuel Disten, Mark's lackey noted.
"Look if it weren't for Mark wanting to talk to Harry, we wouldn't be here eating with snakes. So get over yourselves and your stupid table. This is not about house rivalries, this is about family." Jason Hamms noted before filling up his own plate.
Harry could feel 2 pairs of eyes boring into his side from the professors table. Looking up, he immediately regretted it, the Potters were looking at the two siblings in apprehension. As though they had expected something wonderful to come out of the two.
"What can I do for you, Potter?" Harry sighed, he was too tired to carry the veneer of malice he usually sent Mark's way.
"You know, I've always wanted you to be alive." Mark began, staring into his empty goblet.
"I'm not doing this, Potter," Harry began to stand, "If you want to know how I feel about you all, you can ask your parents on how much I adore your celebrity family. Seriously. Get over yourselves".
Mark grabbed Harry's arm and peered into his eyes, almost pleading.
"I have to say what I have to say. Then I will leave you alone to do whatever, I promise. Just listen, please," Mark tugged at Harry's sleeve and Harry followed after shooting Draco an apologetic glance for leaving him with 2 Gryffindors.
The brothers sat at the end of the Great Hall, away from outside influences. Harry was annoyed at James and Lily still watching the two carefully.
"Harry, I know you think you know me but you don't." Ignoring Harry's snort, Mark continued, "You have no idea how I spent these years. You have no idea how mum felt after we thought you died. She shut herself from the world. She hated herself for being so blind to fall for Voldemort's tactics and most of all for the first few years after, although she never told me, I could tell – she hated me."
Harry looked confused, "Why on Earth would she hate you?"
Mark shook his head, "It was because she regretting choosing you over me. You see if she had chosen me over you then I would have been able to repel Voldemort's curse and we would have both survived. I was alive when we both could have been and I hated myself for that. I know I couldn't do anything about it but I always felt it was me that broke her."
Harry couldn't help but smile. He could not connect with Mark at all, "I could care less what you went through Potter. You turned out to be the shining Chosen One right? Why on Earth would you open up to Slytherin scum like me? Its revolting, have some dignity."
"Damn it Harry!" Mark almost screamed, "Do you think I wanted to become this way? Do you really think I wanted to spend the first half of my life feeling as though I killed my brother? Now? Now I understand that Voldemort is back. My life is nothing to him, he wants me dead. He wants the parents who raised me dead. He wants every single person that ever done anything remotely kind to me dead. Do you think I enjoy living life this way? I have to act tough because Merlin knows I won't last till after the war."
Harry remained quiet. It made sense, if he knew he was a dead man walking, there was no point in spending that time crying, he would probably live it up like his brother. At least not show the world that their light and saviour is scared to death of facing Voldemort. What a joke. What a sad little cruel joke the world decided to play on him. The Chosen One was across the table, already a Death Eater.
Harry giggled, attempting to hide his amusement. He is to help his lord defeat his brother, whose only crime was being born, much like his own. If only Mark's parents knew who he was talking to. If only they knew Harry is the Chosen One and all Mark's fears are futile in the grand scheme. If only they knew that their shining beacon of hope was him, who they have lost many years ago, how would they look?
Harry glanced at the two behind the professors table and burst out laughing. He couldn't help it, the irony was too rich.
Many emotions flitted across Mark's face. Annoyance, fury, and then calm. "Look Harry, I am only here to warn you that now that Voldemort knows you are alive, he may go after you to try and come after me."
Wiping his tear that formed from laughing, Harry smirked, "If he did come for me, will you?"
Standing up annoyed from Harry's lack of sincerity, Mark shot back, "Will I what?"
Calmly, Harry looked directly into Marks eyes, "Am I such a weakness to you that you will come after me should Voldemort attack me?"
"Yes. You are my brother whether you want to believe it or not. You mean a lot to my parents and if it comes to that, I will save you," Mark made way to leave but this time Harry grabbed Mark's arm across the table to twist him around.
"You are pathetic and a Gryffindor idiot. You are the only reason we were safe from Voldemort for half a decade. If you waste your safety trying to save me from Voldemort, I will find that as distasteful as your foolish vermin you have for parents," Harry warned. It was said barely above a whisper, but Mark shook free from his grasp.
"Why are you so difficult?" Mark walked towards his friends in anger.
Harry couldn't help what he said, for all that he hated Lily Evans, and he knew his brother to be innocent of wrongdoings besides being pampered. But it was as much Marks fault for growing up rich as it was his fault for growing up poor. He could not risk his foolish little brother in getting mixed with Voldemort.
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"Excited Potter?" Morran whispered as he sat down for supper across from the duo.
"Bothering Preston again, Morran?" Draco muttered in defense of his friend, "Don't you have a few puppies to kill? Puppies may be a bit too innocent for your taste after you killed our own mother."
It was back to school day after Winter Break. The last few days peace Harry had was gone much too fast. The seats in the Great Hall were full of students and as usual, the Durmstrang group was scattered amidst the sea of green and silver.
"Excited for what?" Pansy noted chomping down on a pumpkin pasty as she sat between Harry and Draco.
"What are you doing here Parkinson?" Morran sighed annoyed that the girl was around the two so much.
"Its my school before you came. I have as much right as you to sit here if I want to!" Pansy huffed.
"Shut up foolish girl, I know you are here because you fancy these two. So which is it then? The sleek blonde or the broody brunette?" Morran teased, "Come on, we don't have all day for your rejection. I just want to know which and get it over with".
Pansy didn't dignify Morran with a reply, stood and left to sit at the other end of the table with some other girls, glaring at the Durmstrang student. Draco shot her an apologetic look.
"Was that really necessary?" Harry asked, looking up at, and as much as he hates to admit it, his fellow Death Eater.
"Yes," Morran noted, almost in a singsong quality, "I was instructed to give this to you. You know who its from."
Morran looked at the professors table and when sure that no one noticed, slipped Harry a folded up parchment.
"What can I possibly do at Hogwarts to help his cause?" Harry whispered, anxious over his first task Voldemort has assigned.
"I told you to stay out of the tournament didn't I?" Morran snapped, "The details are written. Destroy the document once you are finished with it. If I can offer one piece of advice, do not fail. He does not respond kindly to failures."
Their conversation was cut short by a sharp ringing in the air. Dumbledore had stood up and began his usual welcome back speech but what caught Harry's ear concerned the Tri-Wizard tournament.
"The First Task will be held at the end of the week. The Champions will not know what we have planned, but I assure you all. It will be something most of you have never seen before. I wish for the schools and students to remain on their best behavior. As this tournament is meant to unite ministries and wizarding communities, many prominent figures will arrive within the week to spectate the First Task. I expect all of you to treat our guests with respect and anyone failing to do so will have to answer to Mr. Filch and detentions."
Many students gulped, no one wanted in on that.
"Now that your bellies are full and your minds are clear from your break, I expect studies to continue as normal. Enjoy the deserts." Dumbledore sat down and started a conversation with Madame Maxime before Morran decided to continue their conversation.
"The tournament is not meant for unification, our lord desires it for other reasons," Morran whispered, "Don't bother asking me, I don't know much more than that."
"Fine," Harry tapped his pocket the parchment is in, "Dumbledore knows you and your father are Death Eaters, he confirmed that with me yesterday."
Morran looked up, a little weary, "So? I'm only talking to my baby brother, what can he do about it?"
"What if he shows your mark to others?" Draco piped up, "He knows you're a Death Eater and you are near Mark Potter. Dumbledore isn't foolish enough to let you walk about!"
"My dear brother," Morran turned his attention to his younger sibling, "Do you really think so low of Lord Voldemort that you think he would mark all of his followers so they can be easily identified without assurances?"
Draco and Harry's puzzled looks pushed Moran to explain, "Only people that Voldemort wants to be able to see the mark can. Trust me, I doubt Voldemort thinks Dumbledore should be allowed that privilege."
Dinner was reaching to a conclusion when Harry and Draco decided to retire to their chambers for the night. Inside their room, they carefully opened the parchment.
Harry.
There are two things that you must do. The first concerns the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Your First Task is to capture dragon eggs from a dragon. You are to kill the dragon and produce to Lucius Malfoy the dragon heart. The second task for you to accomplish is to continue your wandless magic. It is imperative for you and your magic to grow stronger. Do not fail me.
"Do not fail him?" Draco muttered, "Like you really have a choice there mate. I believe the muggle expression is that you have to die trying or face the consequences of death."
Harry smiled, "Yeah, I don't think that's how it goes. Your poor father, his son learning muggle ways. The shame!"
Draco narrowed his eyes, "Har Har Har. I rather my situation than yours. How are you going to kill a dragon? You can't use dark magic that You Know Who taught you or else your cover will get blown."
Harry laid on his bed, "He never taught me dark magic, just normal spells that can cause harm when used in different ways. Floating charms on boulders to destroy your enemies or accio charms that cause a flying dagger through the hearts"
Draco smirked, "How oddly, unexciting"
"Yeah yeah, how I wish this year was unexciting," Harry muttered.
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Before the week was over Harry felt miserable. Not only was he, a first year, though very capable of advanced magic, still expected to kill a dragon. Harry also had to deal with his parents. Mark somewhat won him over with his speech the day before school began again, but like hell Harry would show that. He cant have a regular boy involved, no matter how special that boy believed himself to be.
Defense Against the Dark Arts was not only dull but almost painful to watch James attempt to be nice to the Slytherins. Professor Potter awarded a chubby Slytherin girl 1 point for the correct answer, though his face twisted as though he ate something extremely sour as he awarded them the house points.
Professor Evans was a bit better. She never really favoured one house over the other so there was not much change in the ways she awarded house points, however Harry still noticed the sidelong glances she snuck at him in Charms.
Harry wasn't affected by the Potters, he had his own task to handle. He could tell from the Potters tired faces that they were weary and worked late for their Order of the Pheonix. After all, they had missed 3 out of the 4 dinners they had. Harry pondered what has gotten the Order so worked up. It didn't have much to do with him, he worked for the opposite side. Pity.
Walking back from class Harry noticed Morran reading on the stairs and sat down right next to him.
Looking around them, Harry whispered, "Have you found a way to kill the dragon yet?"
"So that is what this is about," Morran shot Harry an elitist look, "Yes, I have found a way to slay the dragon. Before you ask, no I will not share."
Harry furrowed his brows, "Why? If this is for our lord, shouldn't you help him by helping me?"
"Nice try little Potter," Morran was enjoying his situation, "It would be too obvious that something was going on if two champions who are supposed to simply take an egg, kill dragons the exact same way"
Morran leaned in, "But I'll tell you this, you can't risk taking the heart in front of all those spectators. I was planning on going at it alone but seeing you so lost, I'll help you take the hearts."
Harry straightened, "Do you really think I need your help after you tuned me down already?"
Morran sighed with impatience, "You know that I cannot share my ways with you but no matter what, dragon heart is integral for the Dark Lord's plan to succeed. You cannot fail. Meet me during the dinner feast after we slayed the Dragon and completed the First Task. The dragons should be kept in the forest in their cages. I expect them to keep the dead dragons there too. We will need to go and cut it out and present it to my father the night of."
Harry understood, "You father is coming to watch the First Task. I suppose Dumbledore will be trying to keep Mark safe with both you and your father here."
Morran nodded, "Every time I approach the Gryffindor table, I can tell Dumbledore is watching me like a hawk. What can he do though? Point fingers at my father, the Minister of Magic, for being a Death Eater? Not if he wished to remain the Headmaster here."
Harry nodded, "Okay then, the day after tomorrow we meet in front of the Forbidden forest"
Morran smiled, "Oh and Harry? Do try and actually kill the dragon, I don't want to present my father with one heart instead of two."
Harry smiled back, "Well after killing your own mother, you should have had plenty of practice. Oh and look, you ripped out your brothers heart in the process."
Harry walked away from Morran's horrified look and set to the library, he will have to find a way to kill that dragon or else its his life that's on the line.