A Slytherin's Son

A Slytherin's Son

Disclaimer: All the Harry Potter Characters and related insignia are property of JK Rowling.

Summery: Tom Marvolo Riddle is a man of many secrets. What if one of those secrets was a son hidden by his most loyal servants and spy's? What if Harry was TMR's son? What if that son wasn't what the father expected. Alternate Universe. Dark Harry fic.

Prologue

It was a dark night when I received word that my wife, Abrianna, had died giving birth to my child. I remember almost every detail of that night. I remember the way I held him, the way his small hand wrapped around mine as I looked him over one last time. He has been gone for a year and it still seems like it was yesterday. A boy they told me, a boy. Brie died giving me a boy she would never see. The next heir of Slytherin was born much the same way I was. The only exception was that he was wanted. He would be cared for and loved.

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I looked down at the messenger and smiled sadly, "Why are you scared?"

The young woman flinched.

"Today is a bittersweet morning. We might lost a lady but we have gained a prince," I told her not really trying to ease her fright but instead trying to ease my heart ache.

The servant looked up at my smiling face. "Call Lucius and tell him to summon the spies and my inner circle. Be sure to tell him I want them in uniform."

The woman nodded and turned to leave when I called out once again, "But before you do that, have some one bring my son to me. I want to see him."

She smiled, "Yes my lord I'll have him sent up." She paused then spoke again, "Lady Abrianna named him, my lord. She said he was beautiful and that he looked like you. She named him Julian, Julian Tobias Riddle. And sir…he really is beautiful."

As she left I let a tear fall for my lost wife. I loved my wife not in the traditional since, but she was powerful and beautiful and she was faithful. She did more for me that anyone else had ever thought of doing. She stood by me and she gave me a son.

One of my more trusted servants walked in carrying a bundle of blankets. I smiled as he handed them to me. "My lord it is my pleasure to introduce you to your son."

As I looked at my son's small angelic face I smiled sadly knowing that I would not be able to watch him grow. As I examined his small perfect hands I almost sobbed knowing that Brie wouldn't be able to hold him and comfort him when he cried. I knew what had to be done. I had to send him away. I could tell no one outside of my inner most circle of his existence. If Dumbledore found out about the new heir he would stop at nothing to see the boy dead.

But where was I to send him? Lucius was too obvious. His wife had just had a baby three months ago and everyone knew about the ONE boy. I thought maybe I could send him to live with the Black's or Avery's. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Andrew?" I asked the servant still standing waiting to be dismissed.

"Yes my lord," he said bowing his head.

"I want you find a black blanket and bring it here."

The man left quickly and closed the door a bit too loudly. Julian started to cry.

I smiled down at my boy looking at him fondly, as I bounced him gently trying to hush him. "Don't cry. Daddy's here. Shhh. Hush now."

I smiled as his cries softened to small whimpers. I snapped my fingers and a house elf brought a milk bottle. As I placed the nipple to his small mouth, Andrew walked back in. Once I had Julian nursing the bottle I turned to my servant. "I want you to take him and wrap him in that blanket keep him quiet. You are to follow me carrying my son. When a call for you I want you to come forward but do not show Julian's face. Do you understand?"

"Yes my lord."

"Good, take him. It's time to make my appearance."

As he took my son I cast a silencing spell around the two just as a precaution. I stood and walked down the main stairs and out the front door. I walked briskly down the hill to where I saw my most trusted death eaters and spies taking there places in a stone circle in the garden. As I approached I heard a few of them talking of their families, but when I took my place in the center of the circle all conversation ceased.

"My servants, my faithful friends, tonight the world has changed. The fates took it upon themselves to take one from our number. My wife died in my service today. We have lost a great mind, but as the true Ravenclaw she was, she prepared and made sure to leave a part of herself behind to help us win our battle. She died giving me a child. I have a SON!"

I turned to my left and I saw Andrew walk forward and tuck in a loose corner of the blanket in hiding my son's face. "I know that all of you will keep the knowledge of his existence to yourselves only telling those you trust inside your families. Know that if it gets out all of you shall suffer. Now Black, I hear your wife is also with child is she not?"

"Yes my lord, our first."

"Tell me of your brother, is he still Dumbledore's lap dog?"

"Sirius still refuses to talk to the family. As to what he is up to we do not kn . . ."

I cut him off, "I asked a yes or no question, not for a damn explanation! CRUCIO!!" I felt that familiar feeling that I loved that feeling of power, of control, complete and absolute power to do as I wish. I could get lost in that feeling.

I released him from the curse and watched as he slowly stood up. I knew it was only a matter of time before I cracked the wayward Black and his pet werewolf just as I had cracked the other two. Surprisingly Potter was the first to come to me. He was the first to concede. He and his mudblood wife came crawling to me when they finally realized that Dumbledore was using them as pawns in his giant chess game. They realized it after they were married and discovered that neither of them knew why they had married the other. They had both loved another in their Hogwarts years. Lily had loved Severus Snape and was convinced to marry Potter for Severus' "protection", and James was in love with Frank Longbottom and only married Lily when Frank was persuaded to marry some Hufflepuff wench. Heartbroken, he did what the old headmaster asked of him. In the end he decided not to mark either of them and let them work in his spy division. Pettigrew came shortly after they did. He, on the other hand, was following his family that had joined a year before. All three had been invaluable to his cause.

"Snape!" I called out to him. A man to my left stepped forward and bowed deeply.

He was the perfect death eater, and one of my more effective tools in the war, a triple agent. He fed Dumbledore only what he was told and the old coot just accepted everything without question.

"I need to speak with you after the meeting. Stay after."

"Red, Prongs, you two stay after also. As for the rest of you, you are dismissed." They all dispersed in a round of loud pops leaving only myself, Andrew, my son and three masked figures. They all walked forward and bowed, kissing the hem of my robes. All three then removed their masks and looked at me waiting for their instructions. I had smiled as they had lowered their hoods, and as I started to speak, Andrew cut me off.

"My lord," as I turned to him, my eyes flickered changing into a dark shade of red from their normal shade of deep blue.

"I can't calm him, he has been crying non stop through out the meeting." The servant stepped forward and handed Julian to me. My son stopped crying almost immediately once I had him in my arms.

"Andrew I am ashamed for you. My son is not fussy just rather particular. It seems that he doesn't like you." I smiled at him then turned to my other servants, "This is my son, and I am afraid that I must send him away. He must be hidden so that Dumbledore never finds him. Lily, I know that you just lost your daughter, but I was hoping that you could care for my son and raise him knowing that one day he shall take my place. James, I want to give you this task also because, believe it or not, I trust you enough to know that you would never let any harm come to him." I looked down at my son's inquisitive face and continued to speak, "Tell me, does anyone know that you lost your child?"

"Only Peter, Severus and you, my Lord," James said softly, "we were planning on telling everyone else tomorrow."

I nodded and walked over to Lily, "Please care for him. Care for him and keep him safe."

As she took him from me she smiled, "I will my lord, but may I ask you for his name?"

"Julian, but I do not want you to call him as such. Name him what you wish, but leave no connection of him to me. Severus I need you to brew a potion that will change his features. I want him as an exact replica of James. Can it be done?"

The young potions master nodded, "It will take a week to brew but it can be done."

"Then go and get a move on."

"Yes my lord," Severus disappeared with a loud pop, which scared the baby in to tears.

Lily hushed the baby while James gave the report. "Dumbledore is drafting more members in to the order including some of the students. He knows of the attack on Hogsmead that Severus fed to him. Now, all we have to do is create a diversion there while we take the Ministry of Magic. The old man is ecstatic at the fact that the Longbottom's had a child and that we were also having a child because now both children would fit a prophecy that has been made. He read it to me and Frank last week, 'the one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches . . . Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies. . . And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not. . . and yet either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives. . . the one with the power the vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies.' He said, as soon as Lily gave birth he wants to send both of the children in to hiding. Since Catherine, our daughter, died, I have no doubt that Neville is the one the prophecy speaks of. The baby has to be killed before he grows up, or he will be a great danger to you my lord, and your son."

I nodded in agreement.

"But if I may suggest," James Continued removing his mask and lowering his hood.

I nodded silently waiting for him to continue, "Why don't you refrain from using magic to kill him? I think simply poisoning him, or strangling him will work easily enough as long as we get him away from his parents. Now with your son posing as ours, I might be able to convince Albus into letting Lily and I take both Neville and Julian into hiding. Frank and his wife can't hide because of their work, after all Frank is the head of his department. If he just disappeared it would be too suspicious. After we have Neville in our grasp, we can fake an attack and kill Neville, and then you can keep your son. Lily and I could then change our identities and become the true death eaters we are. Then, you'll have you son, Dumbledore will lose his 'weapon', and you'll have the advantage to strike while the order mourns our death. While they are weak, we take Hogwarts."

I smiled at him, "How long did it take you to come up with that plan James? This whole time you've been plotting haven't you?"

"I had just revised my previous plan my lord." James said quietly.

"Good plan. What was your father's name?"

"Harold, my lord"

I looked at my son and nodded, "Call him Harold James Potter. You are dismissed, go to Dumbledore and tell him of your 'plan'. You have a lot to convince him of."

As James turned to his wife and touched her preparing to apperate, I felt the need to speak to Lily, "Take care of my Son. I need your word saying you'll protect him?"

The red head turned and smiled, "I will care for him as if he were my own, and protect him with my life."

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That was over a year ago. They sent me pictures of him. He looked just like James but I love them all the same, but I can't wait to hold him again. Dumbledore the stupid old man fell into our trap and I'm headed over to Godric's Hallow to put an end to his golden dream. He will not win, I will, and I will have my son back.

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Lily was walking through the house preparing Harry's things for his father's arrival. It had been a happy and peaceful year for her and James, their only job was planning for their "deaths" and the death of the Longbottom brat. Frank brought Neville over a month ago and Peter cast the charm. It had been hard this last month to care for the stupid brat, but he was healthy enough for it to seem as if he was cared for. Now, it was only a matter of time before she could return to her Sev.

"Lily?" James called from down stairs, "He's here. Go get Harry. I'll get the brat."

The red head walked in to her surrogate son's room and picked him up out of his cradle. He blew raspberries at her, and then proceeded to babble in his baby talk.

"Oh sweetie, don't drool! Your daddy's here to get you. You want to look presentable for him, don't you?"

He looked up at her with his big blue eyes and smiled as she wiped his face. She then wrapped him in a dark green blanket, and kissed his forehead. "Good bye sweetheart."

Just then, there was a crack from down stairs and a thud from something hitting the wooden floor. She smiled and kissed the Julian once again.

"Lily come on it's time to go." James called again.

The young witch glanced around one last time and walked out the door. When she saw the familiar black haired, blue eyed, handsome man that the baby in her arms resembledm she smiled, "My lord, as you asked we administered the antidote three days ago. He looks just like you. Allow me to introduce to you, once again, your son."

Tom smiled and took the baby in his arms. "Yes he does. But now it is time for us to leave. We have a battle to fight tomorrow night." Tom raised his wand, pointed it at the stairs and yelled "Incendio."

The three adults walked out of the house, one carrying a baby. All four watched as the house burned. They all had plans for what they were going to next. James was going to play Quidditch, Lily was going to marry Severus and Tom was going to conquer all and make a world that he would he would be proud to raise his son in. As that house burned so did a future that would never be.

"Morsmordre!"

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Daily Prophet

November 1, 1981

POTTER"S KILLED

Last night He-who-must-not-be-named struck again. This time at the cottage of Godric's Hallow. There were no survivors. James and Lily Potter had been in hiding hoping to protect, not only their son, but also the son of Frank and Alice Longbottom. The Potter's were upstanding citizens and will be sadly missed among the ranks of the ministry. The funeral of James Mathew, Lily Anne, and Harold James Potter will be held on the fourth. The ceremony is open to the public. The funeral for Neville Maddox Longbottom will be held on the fifth and the family has requested that it remain closed to the Public. The Potters were. . . Continued on page A3

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Daily Prophet

November 2, 1981

HOGWARTS ATTACK

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, last British strong hold of the light, fell to the Dark Lord last night. But the school shall remain open to all students regardless of linage. There was a battle and a swift surrender given by the headmaster with very little damage being sustained to the building and grounds. Albus Dumbledore states, "I have been assured by the Dark Lord that nothing will change. As long as there are students to be taught, this school shall remain open, as will Beauxbatons, Durmstrang and all other magical schools. The only thing that will change is the curriculum starting next year we will no longer have a muggle studies class, instead we will be offering the Dark Arts." Continued on page B7

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Daily Prophet

January 23, 1982

FRANCE FALLS TO DARK LORD

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Daily Prophet

January 29, 1982

WEST GERMANY, BELGIUM, NETHERLANDS, NORWAY FALL

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Daily Prophet

February 18, 1982

SWITZERLAND, AUSTRIA, ITALY JOIN THE MAGICAL EMPIRE

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Daily Prophet

April 13, 1982

DARK LORD TAKES EUROPE