Chapter 6: Father?


Harry awoke feeling better than he had in a long time. He smiled. The pain he was in the night before was gone! He then looked around the unfamiliar room he was in. he was lying on a four-poster bed with beautiful light green bedding. Not many people knew but his favorite color was green. It was kept a secret to avoid the disapproval he would get from his friends due to it being a Slytherin color.

The door creaked open and Voldemort peered into the room. When Harry saw him, he panicked. This was the man that has tried to kill him multiple times. Even if he was rescued the night before he still had no idea what Voldemort was going to do with him. Now Harry wondered if he made the right choice to go with him instead of staying at the Dursleys. At least there he knew what to expect.

"Good morning Harry. We have much to discuss." Voldemort stated.

Harry solely nodded, too anxious to attempt speaking.

"I will begin when it all started. 16 years ago I found out that I was expecting a son. But this joy was fleeting as only months after he was born, Dumbledore took him from me. I had organized a raid for that night to remind the ministry just who they were dealing with. I left my son in the care of our nanny. She was tasked with keeping him safe until I returned. But while I was gone, the safe house was broken into and my son was taken. After that day, I vowed to destroy Dumbledore for taking my son from me. I believed him dead because Dumbledore never had any pity for me, and it would be no different for my son. Until the Department of Mysteries fiasco, I believed my son to be dead. I know differently now." With that, Voldemort looked at Harry meaningfully.

Harry could not believe what he was hearing. Voldemort had a son. He was Voldemort's son. This was all too much and too fast. Harry felt his breath quicken as he lapsed into a panic attack.

Once Voldemort saw Harry panicking, he quickly reached over and scooped Harry into his arms. He sat on the bed next to him and held Harry. Rocking them both back and forth, he whispered words of comfort into Harry's ears. Slowly Harry's breathing slowed and soon Harry was peering up at him with undisguised curiosity.

"Does this mean that we'll be a family now" Harry asked with hope present in his voice. Try as he might, once confronted with the possibility of a family, any apprehension fled him.

"Yes, my child. You will never want for anything now that I have found you. Any harm that befalls you will be returned tenfold. I will let nothing hurt you ever again, you have my word." Voldemort whispered back reverently.

Harry closed his eyes and basked in the love he could feel from his newfound father. He finally had the family he always dreamed of.

"Come my child, it is time for breakfast. I want you to meet my most loyal."

Harry drew in a breath anxiously. He was worried that the Dark side wouldn't accept him. He couldn't take anymore rejection and hate after discovering the betrayal of his friends.

Voldemort stood and drew Harry up with him. Together they walked to the dining room where all of the inner circle members were waiting.

Harry in a moment of insecurity, reached out to cling to Voldemort's hand. An action of a much younger child seeking comfort from a parent. But Voldemort solely squeezed his hand lightly and continued on through the hallways.

As they neared the doors to the dining room, Harry held onto Voldemort's arm with both hands. His anxious feelings were heavily apparent. Voldemort, however, paid no heed and proceeded to throw open the doors dramatically.

"Good morning my faithful. I have someone to introduce you to. This is my son, Hadrian, who has finally been returned to his rightful place beside me." Voldemort exclaimed.

Harry nervously looked at the occupants of the room. There was Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Lestrange, and four more unknown people. At once, all those present nodded regally in Harry's direction while replying in sync "my lord".

At that, Voldemort guided Harry to a chair on his left, which is usually reserved for the queen. This was a statement that many of the inner circle mentioned. Harry was not to be touched and protected at all costs. By making him into essentially the female ruler that is more of a guiding and fragile figure.

Harry sat meekly and hunched into himself at the attention he received from the Death Eaters. He wasn't used to being looked at, at all and the short time he had been as the Boy Who Lived, he hated it.

With a pop, the food arrived. Harry's eyes widened at the sheer amount and variety present. Never before had he seen so many different foods at one meal. Sure at Hogwarts, there were always several options for each meal, but after the welcoming feast, those options declined to two or three at every meal.

Harry watched as everyone immediately began serving themselves. He didn't know when he was supposed to eat because at the Dursleys he had to wait until everyone had served themselves. At the Dursleys he wasn't allowed to sit at the table, but here he was. He was so confused over what he was supposed to do and in fear of displeasing his new father. His greatest fear now was his father deciding to get rid of him and send him back to the Dursleys.

While Harry spiraled in self-doubt and uncertainty, the Lestrange brothers had watched him from across the table. They were seated to Voldemort's right and were his most trusted followers. Unlike popular belief, Lucius Malfoy was not as trusted as he made everyone think and although he had filled that role while the brothers were imprisoned, it was only temporary.

When the brothers saw that Harry was not eating they glanced at each other. Even as children they were closer than most brothers and were able to tell from just glances what the other was thinking. The older brother Rodolphus looked at his brother Rabastan and saw the same feelings of wanting to protect and care for Harry reflected back at him. Rodolphus nodded and Rabastan began to fill Harry's plate.

Harry stared with wide-eyed appreciation as his plate was filled by one of the men across from him. At the first action Rabastan had taken, Voldemort halted mid-sentence to watch the events unfold. He internally scolded himself for not noticing his son's reluctance to eat. His duty as a father was to take care of Harry and already he had been remiss in his duty. But then he noticed the subtle glances shot across the table by the Lestrange brothers and Harry. There was no doubt in his mind that they had taken an interest in each other. What kind of interest he did not know yet, but was determined to uncover. Rodolphus and Rabastan felt their Lord's searing gaze upon them and looked up, only to gulp in fear at the expression present on his face. That was a face of promise, of pain if they ever hurt his precious child.


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