Infamous: A Hero Nevermore
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Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to my fellow Darksiders: my recommended reads are Damaged Raven and Dark Lord Potter by JustBored21, Kill me if you can by PercyPendragon3, Harry Potter: Lord of Darkness by AngelSlayer135, The Power Of Love And Family by llst40, Dark Lord Peverell by Callisto Blackridge, When Daylight Dies by BloodyRose90, The Downward Spiral Saga by BolshevikMuppet99 and Yield to the Darkness by Quatermass
Key Pairings: Eventual Harry/Daphne/Astoria; Belllatrix/Rodolphus
Other Pairings: To be determined
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"Now you know about your right as Lord Ravencroft, it is time to elevate your magic, and the rest of you, with the power that is yours by right, my young Lord. And, in order to do that, we are going to need to go down to a level of Gringotts far deeper than any human has gone in history."
"Let's go then."
Even as he moved, however, Harry turned back before he held out a hand to Bellatrix, "Will you come with me, Bella? In case I get scared?"
Bellatrix didn't answer; she just took Harry's hand and followed him and the goblins out of the meeting room.
Chapter 4: Face the Raven-croft
As Ragnok had told Harry, the trek that the goblins led him on took Harry far deeper, further and into even darker places than anywhere else in Gringotts. The fact that such a place could exist in Diagon Alley without anyone knowing about it was a surprise to Harry, though not as much as the fact that, wherever it was he was being led, it was for his benefit.
Ahead of them, the passageway narrowed, which meant Harry had to move with Bellatrix bringing up the rear, the Lady Lestrange apparently more than willing to keep close to her lord as she held his hand tightly while she ensured he stayed upright, helping him if and when he stumbled as they delved deeper into the belly of the earth.
As he walked, Harry swallowed down his excitement – or was it nerves? He didn't know – at the thought of what awaited him at the other end, though, as he did so, he tried to distract himself as he addressed his companion.
"Bella?"
"My Lord?"
"Did…did you mean what you said back there?" asked Harry, keeping his gaze forwards, even as he continued speaking to Bellatrix, "When you called yourself my Mama Bella, did you mean that or were you just being…well…you?"
"Whichever you choose to believe, it is the truth either way," said Bellatrix, keeping pace with Harry as they made their descent while she told him, "I know you said that nothing and nobody can replace your late Mother and I wouldn't even try to, my little lord. However, as I also told you, much to my husband's regret, I cannot have children: it was a cursed state that neither Roddy nor I were made aware of until we consummated our marriage so many years ago."
"So…are you saying that, in letting you treat me like your son, I've…I've helped you feel like a Mother and that's why you said what you said?"
"In a manner of speaking, yes," said Bellatrix, though when Harry stopped and turned to her, the dark witch smiled even as she inclined her head before she told him, "Whatever my role in your life, little prince, I will respect it: so, if you wish a motherly figure whom will gladly burn this world to ashes for you, I will be that. If you want a Mommy who will love you, spoil you rotten, comfort you when you're ill or sad and smile with real warmth when she hears you laugh, I will be that."
As Harry took Bellatrix's words and promises to heart, the dark witch gently placed her hand against his cheek, earning a soft sigh from Harry as she told him, "However, if all I am to you is a name on a bit of paper that identifies me as your guardian and you only ever treat me as your servant, that's fine too, my Lord. Much like my brother-in-law and my husband, I promise you: whatever your wish, I will bend the heavens to see it granted."
"And, if I don't want you as my mother figure, will you stop teasing me by calling yourself what you did?"
"Yes, my Lord."
For a long moment, Harry seemed to weigh the pros and cons of his decision: admittedly, when he'd asked the Lestranges, namely Bellatrix, about helping him be free of the Dursleys, even mentioning them – again, mostly-Bellatrix – treating him like their child, it was mostly because of the love he'd had stolen from him because of the Muggles and their hatred.
Even the thought of having a loving family was enough to fill Harry with hope, on a level that he hadn't felt in…ever.
If there was any exception to that, it came in the form of him having half-blank memories of his time as an innocent little baby and being with his parents, but even that had been taken from him over the years.
He knew Bellatrix wouldn't try and replace his Mother, and that she would gladly torture and kill anyone else that dared to try, but still…she cared about him, his feelings, his wishes, his dreams and his desires.
And she had told him several times now that she was here for him, no matter what his decision.
And, in some small way that he hoped this final step wouldn't take away from him, Harry had to admit that the idea of having a doting family did appeal to him, both for appearances' sake and because he wanted it.
Looking up at Bellatrix, Harry smiled thinly before he asked, "Would you let me call you my Mother? Even though it'd make most of the rest of the world think I'm disgracing the memory of my birth parents, who, let's face it, I never really knew, except for lies and abuse from the Muggles, would you be Mum to me…and maybe Rodolphus, Rabastan or even someone else could be Dad?"
"If that is what you wish, little one," said Bellatrix, though, as Harry opened his mouth to speak again, Bellatrix cut him off as she placed a finger against his lips while she added, "But save your decision until after you've become Lord Ravencroft, little lord: whatever happens next, I am yours to the end anyway, so, for now, just trust that your Bella is here to do whatever you ask of her or need of her, okie-dokie?"
Harry smiled in response before he nodded.
"My Lord, is there something wrong?"
"No," said Harry, turning away from Bellatrix before he quickly wiped a stray tear from his eye as he looked to Riptide, who seemed to have doubled back when he realised Harry and Bellatrix had stopped. "I guess I got a bit winded from the long walk…are we close?"
"Just through here, my Lord," answered Riptide, leading Harry down a final pathway before they passed through a solid-stone archway, above which, Harry could see a raven-shaped gargoyle with a crown atop its head, though the crown, Harry noticed, was made up of bones, which gave it a grisly, terrifying image that could have unnerved even the bravest man.
Harry, however, just smiled as he passed beneath the archway, Bellatrix again bringing up the rear as Harry walked forwards, emerging in a large, open chamber that, like the archway, was decorated with bone-crown-topped raven motifs, as well as a symbol that Harry saw engraved over the centre-most point at the top of the domed ceiling.
A triangular-shaped insignia with a small circle on the base of the triangle, and a thin vertical stripe that seemed to cut the other two shapes in half.
"The mark of Lord Grindelwald," explained Ragnok when he caught Harry staring at the symbol, which, when Harry heard the goblin identify the shape, he nodded once, remembering the same symbol from the letter Grindelwald had sent to him.
"What are we doing here?" asked Harry, lowering his eyes back to the goblins as he questioned them. "I thought you said I was going through the last part of my ascension to Lord Ravencroft."
"And you are, my Lord," said Ragnok, earning a raised eyebrow from Harry, which prompted the goblin chief to explain, "At this current moment, we are standing in an ancient chamber that was put here by your ancestors long before Diagon Alley even came to exist. Although it does not look like much, my Lord, this chamber is the main focal point…the nexus, if you will, of the power of Lord Ravencroft…your power, my Lord."
"How?"
"First, in order to announce yourself to the magic of the Nexus as the Heir, blood is to be spilled," replied Grimmsnarl, though, when he did so, it was Bellatrix's snarl that tore through the room as she moved to stand between Harry and the goblins.
"If you think any of you are worthy of claiming my little prince's blood…"
"Not us, Madame Lestrange," said Riptide, indicating the ravens around them as he explained, "The blood is a tribute and declaration of worth to the Ravencroft Magic itself, each form of which is contained in each of the aptly-chosen crowned ravens you see around us. In order to fully claim his rightful power and status, the young Lord must offer his blood to the raven…any raven, and then, when he does, his body shall be consumed by the power within, which will decide whether or not he is truly worthy. If yes, he will be reborn, like a phoenix from the ashes, and all goblin-kind, as well as your family and cohorts and all who have long-pledged to serve House Ravencroft to its dying day, shall kneel at his feet and worship him: a Dark Ruler…nay…a Dark God reborn once more."
"And, if I should fail to prove myself worthy of the power of Ravencroft? What happens then, Riptide?" asked Harry, though he didn't really want to know the answer, especially since he'd come so far already.
"Your mind, body and spirit shall be destroyed, all power within forced into a limbo-like state that is neither living nor dying, but lost to the unknown that exists on the darkest part of the next great adventure," replied Ragnok, earning a scoff from Harry.
"So, I'll die."
"In a nutshell, my Lord."
"Swell," drawled Harry, looking from the goblins to Bellatrix before he smiled thinly as he told her, "Well, don't worry, Bellatrix: I'll come back."
"I know you will, little one," agreed Bellatrix, lifting a hand before she tapped Harry's lightning-bolt scar as she added, "If the pretender couldn't kill you when you were a baby, I know you won't let this last step stop you from claiming all that is rightfully yours."
"And then, when I come back, I'll have my greatest wishes," said Harry, taking Bellatrix's hand in his as he explained, "First, thanks to you and Rodolphus, Rabastan, Regulus and Aurelius, I'll have the means to get away from the Muggles, though not before I thank them for being so kind and caring for me these past ten years."
Judging by the glint that appeared in Bellatrix's eyes, she knew he was being sarcastic when he said those things, while Harry drew in a deep breath as he continued, "Second, I'll have the family I've always wanted and, although I know you said I should wait until I'm done here, Bellatrix, I don't need to wait to know it's what I want. And you said you'd give me anything I want, even if it meant bending the heavens to do it, didn't you?"
"I…I did, little one, yes."
"Then I know you'll give me this, won't you…Mother?"
While Ragnok, Riptide and Grimmsnarl looked on in bewildered surprise, Bellatrix let out a cry of elation as she hugged Harry, who returned the embrace fondly, though not before he also smiled when he felt her kiss the top of his head as she held him in her arms.
"Now you have to come back, my little lord…"
"Only when we're being official," argued Harry, looking up to a shocked Bellatrix as he smiled warmly before he added, "The rest of the time, you, at least, can call me Harry and I, like I asked and you agreed, will call you what you are to me now, Mum…and when we're being official with anyone else who'll serve me, it'll be Bella and then you can go back to calling me your Lord and Master."
"As you wish," agreed Bellatrix, releasing Harry before she held a hand out to Harry as she asked him, "Would you like me to help you give your blood to this chamber, little one?"
"Since you don't trust the goblins to do it, you mean?" asked Harry, earning a soft chuckle from Bellatrix before Harry nodded, "All right, but then you'll have to wait with the goblins until…whatever's about to happen to me is over and done with, okay?"
When Bellatrix nodded in response, Harry took his hand in Bellatrix's, who smiled fondly and with a hint of dark excitement as she drew a small knife from under her clothes, surprising the goblins in the process, since no human would dare conceal such weapons on their soil. However, she was now the maternal guardian of their Lord and Master, whom they were oath-and-blood-bound to serve in any and all ways that he needed them, so they couldn't make a move on Bellatrix without risking their lord's ire.
Of course, if the little lord should fail, then Madame Lestrange would pay for her deception.
With one quick flick of her wrist, Bellatrix slashed her knife across the palm of Harry's left hand, causing him to wince with discomfort as he watched a small pool of crimson form on his palm. Once he was sure the wound was deep enough, Harry released his hand from Bellatrix before, giving her a wink that reminded her of her wayward cousin, he moved past her, heading in the direction of the nearest raven statue.
At the same time, much to her own dread, discomfort and personal loathing, Bellatrix found herself led out of the chamber by the three goblins, all of whom stood with her on the outside of the archway they'd passed under as they watched Harry approach the raven, raising his bleeding hand with confidence, hope and no small amount of determination, all of which he showed as he smeared his blood over the raven, pressing his hand particularly-tightly to its beak and the crown atop its head as he stared deep into its empty, black eyes.
"All right then, show me what you've got…but I warn you, I won't let you take me so easily…"
Before he could finish his statement, Bellatrix's eyes widened in horror when what could only be described as black lightning suddenly struck her little lord, the bolts of lightning seemingly emerging from the eyes of every raven in the room.
As she ran to his aid, however, the Lestrange Lady was even more horrified to find a wall of black flames and eternal darkness rising up in the archway before her, cutting her off from the boy who'd just given her the greatest gift, and honour, she could ever have been given by anyone whom she'd chosen to bend the knee to.
"HARRY!" Screamed Bellatrix, rounding on Ragnok with dark fury in her eyes as she snarled, "Lower this barrier, goblin: I will not let him die…"
"Nor will the Power of Ravencroft, Madame Lestrange."
To the shock of the goblins, as well as Bellatrix, Aurelius seemed to have joined them, emerging from the tunnel they'd previously walked down, his dark eyes fixed on the scene before them while his voice was cold, but strong and, like Bellatrix, filled with dedication to the one whom they served as he addressed the dark sorceress.
"Our Master is ascending…and all any of us can do now is wait."
Nevermore
The lightning was a surprise.
The fire was unexpected.
The darkness was a nice touch.
But the blinding flash of Darker-than-Dark Magic that seemed to consume his entire being, leaving him unsure of what was going to happen next?
Yep, it was safe to assume that caught Harry off-guard and, for the tiniest moment, he feared he might be taken after all.
Unworthy…unwanted…unwelcome.
Just another hopeful, lost to Darkness.
Or so he thought, right up to the moment where Harry was left even more surprised by the fact that, when this wave of otherworldly Dark Magic faded away, he was no longer standing in the ritual chamber beneath Gringotts. Instead, he was now standing in a rather well-decorated foyer area, a low-burning candelabra illuminating the room from a nearby unit while, as Harry let his eyes adjust to the dim light and the strangeness of the room, he was also surprised to smell something he'd never expected to smell, least of all when he was alone in a house.
Cookies.
Cakes.
Food.
All freshly-cooked and baked, and all coming from the room dead ahead of him; following his nose, as well as his curiosity, Harry moved towards the door at the far end of the hall where, as he pushed it open, he was surprised to find himself standing in a kitchen that, judging by how everything moved and worked seemingly of its own accord, he guessed was a magical kitchen.
"Ah, Harry, there you are! Come on in, the cookies are ready."
To Harry's shock – not that he wasn't already beyond-surprised by now – the voice that addressed him came from a fairly-attractive looking lady with shoulder-length red hair whom was dressed in a loose-fitting set of clothes, complete with a chef's apron and oven gloves, which, as he watched, she then used to lift a tray of lightning-bolt-shaped cookies out of the oven.
Setting them on the table, the woman then looked up at him, startling Harry even more when he saw she had emerald-green eyes that were very much like the colour of his own eyes, as well as being filled with warmth, love and affection, all of which she showed in her voice as she indicated the chair nearest Harry.
"Sit, Harry…sit. I know you must be starving, so go ahead and eat as many as you like, sweetheart."
Even as Harry slowly, but also disbelievingly took his seat, he reached for the nearest cookie, which, despite being fresh out of the oven, was already cool and smelled deliciously-enticing. Before he could stop himself, Harry found his lips parting before he sank his teeth into the lightning-bolt-shaped biscuit, which crumbled perfectly between his teeth, filling his mouth with flavour and goodness, all of which he chewed up hungrily before he swallowed hard, sending the whole thing down to his stomach in one gulp.
"There you go, my beautiful boy," said the redheaded woman, offering Harry a tall glass of milk, as she asked, "Would you like a drink?"
Nodding thankfully, Harry drained the glass dry before, swallowing hard, he seemed to regain enough of his senses long enough to remember what had happened, as well as the weird, if not alarming truth that was going on here.
Setting the empty glass down, Harry gulped again as he looked to the woman, who now sat across from him, as he asked, "Am…did I die?"
"No, sweetheart," replied the redhead, earning another gulp from Harry as he licked his lips nervously before he asked his next question.
"But…but you are dead…aren't you…Mum?"
"I am," replied Lily Potter, earning a short gasp from Harry, even as she added, "But, in here, in you, you could say, I'm not."
"In…in me?" asked Harry, earning a nod from Lily.
"Within the true heart of the ancient power that connects us as Children of the House of Ravencroft," explained Lily, sliding the tray of biscuits over to Harry as she told him, "In this place, everything you see, feel, taste, smell and hear is as real as it is out there in the…well, let's call it the Material Realm. So, go ahead sweetie; you have all you can eat and drink. I'm not going anywhere…not yet, anyway."
Even as Harry helped himself to another cookie, he couldn't resist looking up at the…the ghost of his Mother, he noticed that she seemed content to watch him as he indulged his hunger for sweet treats, while she also seemed content to answer any and all questions he put to her, which prompted him to ask another.
"So…I passed the test?"
"You would have always passed the test, even if you'd been able to take it before your eleventh birthday," answered Lily, leaning over before she wiped crumbs from Harry's lips, while she continued, "However, as you're the Last Ravencroft, and given what's happened to you inside and out, the Powers decided that it was only fitting for me to be the one to greet you, instead of one of your ancestors, including my great-grandfather."
"Did you know?" asked Harry, earning a confused look from his Mother, which prompted Harry to explain, "That you were the great-granddaughter of Grindelwald: did you know about him? About your family?"
"I did," said Lily, moving her chair so that she was sitting next to her son, which seemed to be Harry's cue to rest his head against his Mother's shoulder, prompting her to slowly feed him, while she also toyed with his hair in a warm, motherly fashion as she continued her own story.
"But it wasn't until I married your Father that I found out: before then, I always thought I was a Muggle-born prodigy who was respected by her peers for her talents. But when I discovered the truth, I kept it from your Father, whom was something of a diehard Light-sider and supporter and follower of Albus Dumbledore."
"But you weren't?"
"No, sweetie," replied Lily, stroking Harry's hair gently, while she continued explaining her point. "Even before I learned the truth of my identity and the legacy inside of me, there was always something about that man that I couldn't completely trust. For one thing, he always seemed to be aware of my accomplishments and my relationship with James; he also seemed a little too keen to know about my ambitions and my plans for the future, while, whatever chance he got, he seemed to love calling me, James or some of our friends together for meetings with him that usually started with him offering one kind of sweet or other."
"Sounds like he was trying to get you on his side, no matter what," said Harry, earning a nod from Lily while Harry slowly sat upright as he looked to his Mother, "So how did you find out the truth?"
"Like I said, the day I married James, I found out, mostly because of the Family Magic that connected James and I as Potters; when I felt that magic, I felt something else stirring inside of me, adding to my own strength and making me feel like I wasn't fully-complete, not just yet, anyway. So, while James was distracted with his own duties one day, I came to Gringotts and asked to speak to someone in the heritage department: I don't know how I knew that was who I needed to see. I just knew I had to do it."
"Who saw you?"
"Grimmsnarl," answered Lily, earning a surprised look from Harry, while Lily smiled warmly as she continued, "He gave me a letter, which was for my eyes only, and it had been given to him by my…my real Father, Michel Rosier. The letter told me all about the legacy inside of me, including how I was descended from Grindelwald, and it also told me of how the reason he'd spirited me away was because of a prophecy made by his grandfather, my great-grandfather, Grindelwald himself, which said my child would be a great and almighty force of Magic."
"Dark Magic," said Harry, earning a scoff from Lily.
"If you want to get technical, yes, but, more to the point, this revelation seemed to complete me and, a month later, I surprised your Father with the revelation that I was pregnant…and not just with one child, but twins."
Harry's eyes widened with alarm when he heard that, though, as he looked to his Mother, he felt his heart clench in his chest as he asked, "But…I don't have a twin: I don't have any siblings, Mum. That…that's why I'm going to let Bellatrix treat me like she wants to…and I want her to, no matter what you or anyone else says or…"
"I know, sweetheart," agreed Lily, placing her hand over Harry's mouth in a bid to silence him, even as she went on. "And I know you're going to give yourself a new Mother figure in Bellatrix Lestrange: you go right ahead and do that, Harry. You have whatever family you choose to make for yourself, but, at the same time, I hope you will let me explain myself."
When Harry nodded, Lily cupped his cheek in her hand as she continued her story, "Like I said, I'd discovered that James and I were going to have twins when we became parents: two beautiful boys who, in your Father's eyes, would grow up to be real agents of chaos, but, in my eyes, they would be the harbingers of the future predicted by your great-grandfather and, as much as the so-called Light witch in me wanted to fight against that future, I also knew that I would be the Mother to that future and be there to watch you both grow up and rule side-by-side. In that instant, whatever was left of Lily Evans died and I truly embraced my lost identity as Lilith Rosier."
"All right," said Harry, looking to his Mother with both pain and surprise, as well as genuine curiosity, which showed itself in his voice as he asked her, "So what happened? And, if I have a twin, where is he now?"
"I don't know," admitted Lily, swallowing hard as she told Harry, "When…when you were born, there…there were complications and, somehow, I nearly died giving birth to you and your brother. In all the confusion, someone snuck into the maternity ward and stole your brother, taking them I don't know where. Even worse, James didn't seem to be all too concerned while those who helped me settle you and nurse you seemed to have forgotten that you even had a twin sibling."
"But you didn't."
"That's the power of a bond between a Mother and her child," said Lily, her green eyes shining like the Killing Curse while, to Harry's amazement, the world around them grew cold and dark as she explained, "But I'll tell you this much, Harry: whoever stole your brother, they weren't acting alone. Nor were they all that bothered with risking the bond between brothers…twins that the two of you have…and still have inside of you. In fact, when this is all over and you go back, you'll be able to find your brother and, when you do, sweetie, I hope…no, I pray to whatever Dark Forces watch over you both that you make his kidnappers suffer!"
"Before or after I make the Dursleys suffer?" asked Harry, earning a cold smile from Lily as she looked up at him.
"That's up to you: if you'd rather share your new toys with your brother, find him first and then make them pay, but if you'd rather keep them for yourself, then have fun, my beautiful boy. It's the very least my bitch of a not-sister and her overinflated zeppelin husband and son deserve for what they've done to you."
While Harry was surprised by this, Lily then tousled his hair as she asked, "But, if you can promise me one thing, Harry, even in death, can you promise me that whatever future you aim for, you'll share it with your brother instead of ostracising him like some might expect you to do?"
"I promise," said Harry, nodding once, even as he took his Mother's hand as he added, "I'll find him, Mum: I'll get him back and then, together, we'll make this whole world regret trying to break the bonds between the Children of Ravencroft…I'll even share my power with him."
"That's my beautiful boy," smiled Lily, placing a soft kiss on Harry's forehead, even as she sighed softly before she added, "Then I guess it's time."
"Can't I stay? Just a little bit longer?"
"I wish you could, and I'd gladly let you," said Lily, indicating the world outside, where, when Harry looked, he was surprised to see turning dark and ominous, accompanied by a loud chorus of cawing, keening sounds that Harry recognised as the cry of a raven…or rather, a conspiracy of ravens.
An appropriate term, Harry thought, given the conspiracy surrounding his true identity and his family.
As he thought on this, he heard his Mother speak again, "But it's time to be what you were born to be, sweetheart…not a hero…you were never that. No, it's time for you to face the raven and become the Lord you were born to be…I just wish I could be there with you to watch you make this world yours."
Before he could stop himself, Harry hugged his Mother close, earning another kiss to his forehead from Lily as she held him.
"Don't be sad, my beautiful boy; I'll always be with you…and your brother…in your hearts…and in your dreams…now…go…"
As Harry pulled himself up again, he heard the windows around the strange room smash, letting the ravens fly into the room, all of them embracing him in their dark forms, all of which seemed to pass through, inside and all over him, even as he heard Lily's voice speak to him for the last time.
"Go, my little Lord Ravencroft…be great…be strong…and never forget you are loved…"
Nevermore
"Harry? Harry, can you hear me?"
"Yes."
Suffice to say, Bellatrix was intimidated, as well as impressed, when she saw Harry's eyes snap open, revealing two jet-black orbs that seemed to shine with never-ending power and fury, all of which reflected in the air of great magic that clung to his body as he straightened up before he turned to Bellatrix, as well as the goblins and Aurelius, who didn't waste a second before he dropped to his knees before his Master.
As he drew in a slow, calm breath, Harry clenched his fists tightly, making the ritual chamber tremble with his power while, to Bellatrix's amazement, cracks started to form in the raven reliquaries around them as Harry growled under his breath.
"I'm coming…I will find you, I promise."
"Is everything all right, Lord Ravencroft?"
"No, Ragnok, it is not," growled Harry, moving past the goblins, as well as the awestruck Bellatrix and kneeling Aurelius, as he explained, "In being given my true power as Lord Ravencroft, I discovered something even I wasn't aware of…namely, the existence of my twin brother!"
"Twin?" asked Aurelius, earning a firm, stiff nod from Harry, who then turned to Bellatrix.
"Yes, a twin, and I want you and the others to help me get him back and bring him home, Mother…will you do this for me?"
"I'll do anything for you, my little prince, you know that," replied Bellatrix, though not before she looked at Harry in curiosity as she asked, "But, do you know where you will find your twin?"
"I do," replied Harry, clenching his fists tightly, which seemed to cause the shadows to rise up and envelop him, shrouding him in a dark veil of otherworldly magic as he snarled out his next words.
"His name…or rather, the one they gave when they stole him from my family…is Neville Longbottom!"
Chapter 4 and…HOLY SHIT!
Even I didn't see THAT coming and I'm writing this adventure, but, bloody hell, Harry's not as alone as he thinks, but can he rescue his 'brother' and truly begin his dark reign with a family he never had?
Also, how will our favourite underdog handle the fact he has a brother in the first place and what do the Longbottoms themselves have to do with the loss from eleven years before?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: Revenge has come a-knocking, knocking at the chamber door, to announce the birth of a hero…a hero Nevermore
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Lily Potter: Michelle Harrison