The Angel of Death
By: Lady Kalypso
Summary: AU! Instead of killing Harry, Voldemort decides to raise him as his son. The Dark Lord appears unstoppable with Harry as his faithful warrior and heir, however, things do not go as planed when a 17 year old Harry (goes to Durmstrag) enters the Tri-Wizard Tournament and falls in love with a fiery young redhead. What will happen when Harry learns the truth about his past and the prophecy? Harry/Ginny Harry/OC.
Warning: OotP SPOILERS! (If you haven't finished reading book 5 then I really don't understand why your reading FanFiction...)
Rating: PG-13 for mild violence, cursing, and sexual situations (to put it nicely)
Disclaimer: Most unfortunately, I do NOT own Harry Potter and all that other stuff.ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE! I do happen to own my original characters and plot line. Please refrain from using my plot unless I give you permission first!
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Draco/ OC maybe some others on the side.
A/N: Reviews are always very much appreciated! (*wink*HINT*cough*) Flames are mean! No flaming! Constructive criticism, however, is acceptable. Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter! It makes me SMILE and want to write more!
~blah~ mean Parseltongue
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Chapter 2 ~Coming of Age~
*Riddle House July 31, 1997* (we charged ahead 16 years! Woohaha!)
"Master Harry! Master Harry! You is needin' to get up now, Master! You is needin' to get ready for your Coming of Age Ball!" squeaked the house elf.
Harry groaned and put a pillow over his ear in attempt to block out the voice, which was, at the moment, most unappreciated. He then buried himself under his velvet blanket and sighed contently before drifting back of to sleep.
"Don't you be ignoring your Winky," (A/N: Insert hysterical laughter here) yelled the house elf at the now, sleeping figure. "Your mother is waitin' for you, Master! You know Mistress does not like to wait!" However, Harry made no response except for a small snore.
Winky was about to try to attempt to wake the sleeping young man again when the door suddenly burst open. A tall beautiful woman with long black hair and stormy gray eyes burst into the room, her lavender silk robes billowing behind her. Bellatrix Riddle took one look at the sleeping figure and then at the cowering house elf before her. Her eyes narrowed.
"I thought I told you to wake him a half an hour ago? Draco is coming in less than an hour!" the tall woman exclaimed. "Get out of my sight, you piece of good for nothing filth!" Bellatrix fumed and with a sweep of her wand the poor house elf was thrown out the room. The dark haired witch then turned to the bed, where her son was still sleeping soundly. Bellatrix's murderous look softened slightly before she yanked the covers off of her son.
"Harry! You need to get up! NOW!" she said firmly which caused her son to groan. The tall witch snatched the pillow, which he was currently burying his face in. He sighed and sat up lazily. He opened his beautiful green eyes blearily, and then, with a feline movement stretched his arms up over his head.
"Morning to you too, Mummy." He replied with mock sweetness while rumpling his wild raven black hair. (A/N: I COULDN'T RESIST! I TOTALLY SQUEALED WHEN JAMES DID THAT! SOO CUTE!)
"Stop doing that, it makes your hair look unruly." She snapped.
"Actually that's the point, you see. The ladies like it when your hair is messy and it looks like you've just come of the Quidditch field. It's cool, mum. But of course you wouldn't know about anything that is considered cool now would you?" replied Harry matter-of-factly as he got up out of his extremely comfortable and tempting bed.
Bellatrix glared at him. "Now," she said changing the subject to more important matters, "go take a shower. Your robes that you are to wear are lying on the chair next your wardrobe. You are to be downstairs and ready to leave with your cousin in exactly one hour."
"What, no breakfast?" Harry asked annoyed.
"Breakfast is for those you for those who get up when they are supposed to." Replied his authoritarian mother.
Harry looked over at the chair to see the robes he would be wearing to tonight's Ball and wrinkled his nose in disgust at what he saw. "Black? Again? Honestly mother, I always wear black. People are going to start to think I'm boring."
"Those robes just so happen to made out the finest material that money can buy. Stop being picky with me and go get ready." Said Bellatrix sternly.
"I'm not being picky, mother. I'm just laying down the facts. How do expect me to fulfill Slytherin's legacy if everyone thinks I'm boring and unstylish?" asked Harry as he walked over to his bathroom and shut the door.
Bellatrix stood there for a moment, seething at her son's apparent urge to be difficult, before stalking out of the room to check some the preparations for Harry's Coming of Age Ball tonight.
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Draco Malfoy stood in the sitting room of the Riddle House waiting impatiently for his cousin to finish getting ready. They were going to go out the finest spa and hairstylist in wizard England. As they both came from powerful Slytherin aristocratic backgrounds, in which even the men had to look perfect at every social gathering, they had to leave early so they could look their absolute best.
Draco was highly annoyed at the moment for many reasons. He was grumpy because he was woken up about five hours before he would have liked. He was cranky because his idiot cousin was running late, again. And lastly, he was pissed off because the same idiot cousin got to have a Coming of Age Ball while he had only just gotten a stupid letter from his father where he went off on tangents about responsibility and all that complete rubbish. His mother said it was because his birthday was in early November and he was at school but Draco could have cared less about that. All that mattered to Draco was that Harry got another something that he could not.
So there, Draco stood; tapping his foot impatiently on the floor with his arms crossed over his chest and brooded with jealousy. He growled, "'Bout time!" when he heard footsteps and the sound of his aunt's bickering.
"For the love, mother! Okay! Get away from me!" said Harry in an annoyed voice and looking harassed, however, not thoroughly harassed enough in Draco's opinion. Bellatrix followed her son with a stern face.
"You have got to be back here at exactly 6 o' clock, you hear me?"
"I heard you! I will be back at exactly 6 o' clock tomorrow morning."
Bellatrix began swelling with anger before Harry said, "Wow mother, bad joke! Sorry!" and held up his hands.
Draco, having enough of Harry's ridiculous antics, cut in by saying, "However interesting I find this conversation, I'm afraid I must intervene by stating that my cousin and I are running late and we need to leave, now would be simply fabulous."
"Good morning, Draco!" Harry greeted with a certain cheer that can only be associated with Gryffindor, which mortified Draco to no end. Recovering from the initial mortification, he simply raised an eyebrow in response.
"Shall we apparate then?" said Harry with the same chipper tone.
"I suppose, since you are no longer too young." He replied stiffly.
Harry smirked and with two pops they where gone.
Bellatrix sighed when they left and dropping into an armchair. She always drove herself to the point of madness with party preparations. She was rubbing her temples and enjoying her small break until she felt a tap on the shoulder. She screamed dramatically jumping out of the chair and whipping out her wand. The dark haired witch, however, calmed when she saw who it was.
"You scared me half to death, Snape!" She snapped putting her wand away.
Severus Snape stared at her with both of his eyebrows raised. "Oh really? I didn't notice, my Lady."
Bellatrix glared. "What is it that you want, Snape. My Lord is not here right now, he is preparing Harry's Coming of Age Ball, as we all are."
"Hmm, yes, I came here to tell you I am, most tragically, unable to attend your son's birthday party," -Bellatrix narrowed her eyes at the use of 'birthday party'- " I have been called for an emergency faculty meeting, no doubt about the upcoming Triwizard Tournament. I suspect I shall see young Azrael very soon. Representing Durmstrag?" He asked bowing slightly.
"Of course Harry will represent Durmstrag. He will win the Tournament for sure. His education exceeds anyone still in school." She said glowing with pride.
"My Lady?" he asked hesitantly, "May I ask why do you call the boy Harry? I was told his given name was Azrael." Asked Snape, generally curious.
"Yes, yes, Azrael is his formal name, however, Harry is what we call him in private." Bellatrix said impatiently. She felt uncomfortable with Snape asking her this. It was because nearly sixteen years ago, after having Snape create a potion to adjust Harry's physical appearance and transfer Lord Voldemort's Slytherin DNA to Harry, they erased all of Snape's memory of who Harry really was for safety precautions. Voldemort knew that Severus Snape, working at Hogwarts, would be constantly under Dumbledore's supervision and did not want to take any chances of him accidentally revealing who Harry really was.
"I shall inform my Lord of your absence. Now excuse me, I need to finish tonight's preparations." She said politely.
Snape nodded and bowed before apparating away.
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Severus Snape stood in front of 12 Grimmauld Place with an out of character mischievous look in his eye. He cackled gleefully as he pressed the doorbell repeatedly. He was further pleased when the sounds of the old portrait of Mrs. Black's shrieking echoed though out the alleyway.
Suddenly, the door opened revealing a frowning Mrs. Weasley. Snape's gleeful demeanor ceased immediately and was replaced by his usual austere façade.
"Honestly, Severus. Is that really necessary?"
"Good day, Molly." He said letting himself in.
With the shouts of Mrs. Black still echoing through the house, Severus led himself into the meeting room of the Order of the Phoenix. The rest of the Order members had their fingers in their ears and all cast Snape dirty looks. He smirked and sat down.
After several minutes the Mrs. Black finally stopped shrieking. Snape's smirk widened when he heard footsteps thundering down the stairs. The door of the room was flung open dramatically revealing a tall man with long black hair and stormy gray eyes. Sirius Black glared murderously at Snape's smirking figure.
"You!" he said pointing his finger at Snape.
Severus chuckled slightly. "Yes..me"
Remus Lupin, who came in the door behind Sirius, said tiredly, "Severus, I thought we have been through this? This is getting ridiculous."
"I'm just giving the mutt a chance for some exercise, seeing as not he is allowed outside." Snape said smugly.
Sirius made an eloquent noise of outrage before making a leap at Snape. Remus and Bill Weasley just barely managed to restrain him. Severus continued to smirk.
"Ahh, yes," said Dumbledore coming into the room and interrupting the commotion, "We may begin, now that everyone is here."
The meeting continued rather uneventfully until Dumbledore turned to Severus and asked, "Are you able to attend tonight's meeting at the school, Severus? We are going to discuss the upcoming events." He said with his eyes, to Snape's complete irritation, twinkling like mad, casting a look to where Ron Weasley and Neville Longbottom were looking curious.
"Yes, I was able to get out of the Dark Lord's son's ridiculous Coming of Age thing. I utterly despise those useless get togethers."
He glared at Sirius after heard him mutter, "What a surprise," under his breath.
However, Tonks looking interested asked, "You-Know-Who has a SON? Who in their right mind would willingly shag-?"
"Your aunt, actually," spat Severus, as if it were some disgusting family gene.
Tonks made a look of horror. "I always knew she was crazy, but, really, that is just disturbing."
Fred and George Weasley snickered.
Remus cleared his throat and turned to Snape, "What do we know about this.. son ?"
"I don't much about him, to be honest. To my most fortunate luck, I was not chosen to be one of his many baby-sitters. I know the Dark Lord is quite protective of him and that the boy is quite powerful. Elite tutors have trained him since he was able to form intelligent conversation. Draco Malfoy constantly complains about him, but then again he complains about everything that doesn't worship him." Ron and Neville exchanged looks of glee. "Hmm, let us see, he intends Durmstrag. I haven't really met with the boy so that's all I know."
"Does he have a name?" asked Remus impatiently.
Snape raised an eyebrow, "Azrael, but, just today I was informed he was called Harry by the ones close to him"
Remus's eyes went wide. "His name is Harry?"
Suddenly Sirius gasped apparently catching on to Remus.
Dumbledore sighed. "I know what you both are thinking and it is not true." He gave a stern look.
Sirius exclaimed, "How can you dismiss the idea so quickly? The birthdays match! They call him Harry! They never did find his body." Sirius trailed off quietly.
"Harry Potter is dead." Dumbledore said firmly. "Voldemort, if anything is mocking us. He knew that using that name would cause us to think and act rashly. If it was truly Harry Potter believe me, we would know."
"But Albus! I was THERE! I saw the burning house! I bloody went inside! I saw James and Lily dead, but still very much intact. I never saw Harry's body! Harry was just learning to walk so he couldn't have been far from them if he was dead." Sirius said looking at Dumbledore desperately. Many of the younger order members looked confused but the older members looked sadly at Sirius, some even shaking their heads.
Dumbledore was not convinced. "Sirius, I say this with utmost respect for what you have been through, you need to move on. Wallowing on the past will get you nowhere. Harry Potter is dead. He was not the chosen one." Dumbledore's eyes looked over to Neville, who blushed but stared back determined.
"I'm not wallowing, damn it!" Sirius pounded his fist on the table.
Snape sat back, enjoying the show.
"Sirius! Get a hold of yourself! Albus is right. Thinking about the past will get you nowhere." Scolded Molly Weasley.
Fuming Sirius stood up, "For once in your life Molly! Mind your own damn business!" with that he stalked out of the room.
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Ginny Weasley looked up from her game of Exploding Snap with Maggie Longbottom, Neville's younger sister, when she heard someone storm past their room. Finally having the chance to excuse herself, she walked out the door wondering what was going on. Its not that she didn't like Maggie, but she would rather be at the Order meeting then entertaining a 12 year old. She was furious at her mother for not letting her join. As soon as she turned 17 she swore she would march right into one of the meetings and sit right across from her mother, just to annoy her.
Ginny turned the corner of the hallway and was not surprised to see it was Sirius who had stormed pass. "Sirius! Wait!" she called after him, worried about her favorite Uncle.
Sirius, however, kept walking until he reached his room where he left the door open, allowing her to come in. He sat on his bed sadly stroking Ginny's black cat Jinx, who had an odd affinity for him. Ginny sighed as she shut the door and sat next to him, folding her legs in front of her.
"What's wrong, Sirius?" she asked.
Sirius stayed quiet for a while, stroking the purring cat. "They all think I'm mad."
Ginny frowned. "Who thinks that?"
Sirius looked almost bored as he looked around the room. "The order."
Ginny furrowed her eyebrows together. "But, why would they think you're mad? Did you ask to go outside again or did you kill Snape? Because, if anything, I think they would be relieved if you did."
Sirius laughed aloud with a bark. "Actually, I did try to kill Snivellus again, but unfortunately I did not succeed, Moony always stops me."
Ginny shook her head. "Remus." She said in a scolding voice.
"They think I'm mad because I can't stop thinking that Harry is alive and blaming myself for James's death." Sirius sighed.
Ginny's smile dissipated, "Sirius, I know you've heard this a thousand times but, it is not your fault. It was out of your control."
"I know it was out of my control. That's why it upset's me so much. I spent 10 years in Azkaban haunted by the dead face of my best friend. Now, I'm locked up in this old house that I hate, being haunted by James and the fact couldn't have stopped his death from happening. Even if I had knew Peter had betrayed us, it would have happened anyway..Peter," he spat, "the bloody coward. I heard he killed himself not long after Lily and James died. Honestly, Ginny, if Dumbledore would let me breathe, if he would just let get out of this house once in a while, I might be able to recover. I have no chance of moving on when I'm locked up in this hell hole." Sirius looked away from her.
"Well, If makes you feel any better, Sirius, I agree with you. Dumbledore should let you go outside if he wants you to recover." Ginny said feeling a sense of annoyance with the Hogwarts Headmaster.
They sat in silence of a while before Sirius asked, "Would you like to see a picture of him?"
"Sure!" Ginny had heard so much about the leader of the infamous Marauders and was anxious to see what he looked like.
Sirius handed Jinx over to her before reaching under his bed pulling out an old leather photo album. He opened it and turned a couple pages. "There he is. James Potter." He pointed with a smile.
Ginny looked and saw a picture of a young man that looked about her age, smiling widely and waving at them. He was a tall willowy looking boy with wild black hair and glasses. He was in his Quidditch robes and holding his broomstick. Ginny giggled as he made a funny face at them.
"He is handsome. Tall and dark, just how I like them." Ginny laughed again because as she said this, James's picture wiggled his eyebrow suggestively at her.
"Yes, well, James and Sirius always did get all the girls." Said a voice startling them both. Remus stood in the doorway smiling. He had apparently opened the open the door without them noticing.
"Aren't you supposed to be at the meeting?" Sirius asked stiffly.
Remus, not looking the least bit put out by Sirius's voice, replied, "I was worried." With that he walked over to them and sat down next to Ginny. The two Marauders spent the rest of the afternoon telling Ginny stories about their pranks and experiences at Hogwarts.
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"Come on you bloody sod!" yelled Draco as he dragged Harry into the Riddle mansion.
"I refuse to wear this! It bloody ITCHES!" Yelled Harry trying to yank away from his cousin.
"AZRAEL! Since you obviously have no sense of time, I take it upon myself to inform you that we are LATE! Do have any idea how mad my father is going to be? And for the love of Merlin, YOUR father, you know the bloody DARK LORD? I am so beyond dead and it entirely your fault you annoying git. " Draco snarled.
"I pity you, really, I do, having to actually take responsibility once in a while, but not as much as I'm going to pity myself when I wake up tomorrow morning and have a stupid rash all over me." Grumbled Harry.
Draco glared at him as they reached the huge ebony doors that led to the party. He let go of Harry's arm and began straightening his robes when suddenly the doors opened. Revealing hundreds of people standing around drinking champagne, all of which turned to stare at them. Draco's face flushed but Harry simply beamed at them and waved lightly walking into the room as if they were perfectly on time. Draco followed him, muttering to himself. The hall was decorated in colors of green and blue with shimmering silver lights that winding around each column.
The people made way for their charming Dark Prince, who looked radiant in his billowing black robes. His raven hair fell in wisps over his face, which made his emerald eyes glow brighter and several teenage witches giggle with approval. Their prince, Azrael, stopped once he got to the high table which his mother and father sat watching him. His mother annoyed and his father amused. He bowed deeply to them both.
~ My Lord~ He said to looking up at his father. "My Lady" he looked to his mother. They both inclined their heads to him.
~ Join usssssssssss, my ssssssssson. At the high table of the Lordsssssssss~ hisses Voldoemort motioning to the seat next to him. Harry bowed again deeply before taking his place at the table. As soon as he sat, people who had avidly watched he scene resumed their gossip and conversation.
Draco, who could see his father glaring daggers at him, hurried out Lucius's sight and sat at table with his friends from Slytherin and Durmstrag. He sat next to Theodore Nott and Antonin Dolohov (Jr.).
"Hi Draco" giggled Keira Lestrange, daughter of Rabastan Lestrange. Draco, who has been in mad love with her every since puberty, nodded blushing slightly.
"Your cousin Azrael, is so adorable! I can't wait until this school year comes around. My father told me about the Triwizard Tournament and all. He said Azrael is bound to win." As she said this, Draco felt as if someone had pouched him in the stomach.
"He is so sexy," continued Pansy Parkinson. "I hope he asks me to the Yule Ball!" After saying this the girls began to argue over who the Dark Prince would take to the Ball, Draco rolled his eyes. 'This is going to be a long night', he thought.
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~Later that night~
Harry bit his lip as he removed his shirt and nealed before his father. (AN: I swear this isn't slash..or incest for that matter)He was to be marked tonight, as a Death Eater. A circle of his father's most faithful followers stood around him. His mother was positively glowing with fierce pride.
~I need to hold out your left arm, my ssssssssssson.~ hissed Voldemort.
Harry complied holding out his arm with his heart pounding. His father stepped forward and took out his wand. He long pale fingers took hold his arm and pulled it forward. "Crabbe! Goyle! Hold him down." He said switching back to English. The two large Death Eaters sprang forward, keeping Harry in a strong hold.
~I'm sssssorry, my ssssssssssson. Thissssssssss will hurt you.~
Harry nodded and braced himself.
"MORSMORDRE!"
Harry felt searing pain run up his forearm and into his body. He saw faces flash before his eyes. Each of which were screaming, the noise made his ears throb. Suddenly the flashing faces slowed down and Harry saw the face of a man with long messy black hair and wide hazel eyes. 'He looked so familiar...' Then the face changed to that of a beautiful young red-haired woman. She was crying. He could hear her screams. Harry felt a stab of horror as he heard them clearly.
"NOT HARRY! TAKE ME INSTEAD! HAVE MERCY! PLEASE NOT HARRY!"
'Is she screaming for me?' was the last thought on Harry's mind before everything became black.
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AN: YOU LIKE?!?! I tried to make Sirius as much in character as I could. Severus too.expect..more silly! I LOFF HARRY! Isn't he a DOLL!? Such a sweet poppet, acting like Jamesie.
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By: Lady Kalypso
Summary: AU! Instead of killing Harry, Voldemort decides to raise him as his son. The Dark Lord appears unstoppable with Harry as his faithful warrior and heir, however, things do not go as planed when a 17 year old Harry (goes to Durmstrag) enters the Tri-Wizard Tournament and falls in love with a fiery young redhead. What will happen when Harry learns the truth about his past and the prophecy? Harry/Ginny Harry/OC.
Warning: OotP SPOILERS! (If you haven't finished reading book 5 then I really don't understand why your reading FanFiction...)
Rating: PG-13 for mild violence, cursing, and sexual situations (to put it nicely)
Disclaimer: Most unfortunately, I do NOT own Harry Potter and all that other stuff.ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE! I do happen to own my original characters and plot line. Please refrain from using my plot unless I give you permission first!
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Draco/ OC maybe some others on the side.
A/N: Reviews are always very much appreciated! (*wink*HINT*cough*) Flames are mean! No flaming! Constructive criticism, however, is acceptable. Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter! It makes me SMILE and want to write more!
~blah~ mean Parseltongue
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Chapter 2 ~Coming of Age~
*Riddle House July 31, 1997* (we charged ahead 16 years! Woohaha!)
"Master Harry! Master Harry! You is needin' to get up now, Master! You is needin' to get ready for your Coming of Age Ball!" squeaked the house elf.
Harry groaned and put a pillow over his ear in attempt to block out the voice, which was, at the moment, most unappreciated. He then buried himself under his velvet blanket and sighed contently before drifting back of to sleep.
"Don't you be ignoring your Winky," (A/N: Insert hysterical laughter here) yelled the house elf at the now, sleeping figure. "Your mother is waitin' for you, Master! You know Mistress does not like to wait!" However, Harry made no response except for a small snore.
Winky was about to try to attempt to wake the sleeping young man again when the door suddenly burst open. A tall beautiful woman with long black hair and stormy gray eyes burst into the room, her lavender silk robes billowing behind her. Bellatrix Riddle took one look at the sleeping figure and then at the cowering house elf before her. Her eyes narrowed.
"I thought I told you to wake him a half an hour ago? Draco is coming in less than an hour!" the tall woman exclaimed. "Get out of my sight, you piece of good for nothing filth!" Bellatrix fumed and with a sweep of her wand the poor house elf was thrown out the room. The dark haired witch then turned to the bed, where her son was still sleeping soundly. Bellatrix's murderous look softened slightly before she yanked the covers off of her son.
"Harry! You need to get up! NOW!" she said firmly which caused her son to groan. The tall witch snatched the pillow, which he was currently burying his face in. He sighed and sat up lazily. He opened his beautiful green eyes blearily, and then, with a feline movement stretched his arms up over his head.
"Morning to you too, Mummy." He replied with mock sweetness while rumpling his wild raven black hair. (A/N: I COULDN'T RESIST! I TOTALLY SQUEALED WHEN JAMES DID THAT! SOO CUTE!)
"Stop doing that, it makes your hair look unruly." She snapped.
"Actually that's the point, you see. The ladies like it when your hair is messy and it looks like you've just come of the Quidditch field. It's cool, mum. But of course you wouldn't know about anything that is considered cool now would you?" replied Harry matter-of-factly as he got up out of his extremely comfortable and tempting bed.
Bellatrix glared at him. "Now," she said changing the subject to more important matters, "go take a shower. Your robes that you are to wear are lying on the chair next your wardrobe. You are to be downstairs and ready to leave with your cousin in exactly one hour."
"What, no breakfast?" Harry asked annoyed.
"Breakfast is for those you for those who get up when they are supposed to." Replied his authoritarian mother.
Harry looked over at the chair to see the robes he would be wearing to tonight's Ball and wrinkled his nose in disgust at what he saw. "Black? Again? Honestly mother, I always wear black. People are going to start to think I'm boring."
"Those robes just so happen to made out the finest material that money can buy. Stop being picky with me and go get ready." Said Bellatrix sternly.
"I'm not being picky, mother. I'm just laying down the facts. How do expect me to fulfill Slytherin's legacy if everyone thinks I'm boring and unstylish?" asked Harry as he walked over to his bathroom and shut the door.
Bellatrix stood there for a moment, seething at her son's apparent urge to be difficult, before stalking out of the room to check some the preparations for Harry's Coming of Age Ball tonight.
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Draco Malfoy stood in the sitting room of the Riddle House waiting impatiently for his cousin to finish getting ready. They were going to go out the finest spa and hairstylist in wizard England. As they both came from powerful Slytherin aristocratic backgrounds, in which even the men had to look perfect at every social gathering, they had to leave early so they could look their absolute best.
Draco was highly annoyed at the moment for many reasons. He was grumpy because he was woken up about five hours before he would have liked. He was cranky because his idiot cousin was running late, again. And lastly, he was pissed off because the same idiot cousin got to have a Coming of Age Ball while he had only just gotten a stupid letter from his father where he went off on tangents about responsibility and all that complete rubbish. His mother said it was because his birthday was in early November and he was at school but Draco could have cared less about that. All that mattered to Draco was that Harry got another something that he could not.
So there, Draco stood; tapping his foot impatiently on the floor with his arms crossed over his chest and brooded with jealousy. He growled, "'Bout time!" when he heard footsteps and the sound of his aunt's bickering.
"For the love, mother! Okay! Get away from me!" said Harry in an annoyed voice and looking harassed, however, not thoroughly harassed enough in Draco's opinion. Bellatrix followed her son with a stern face.
"You have got to be back here at exactly 6 o' clock, you hear me?"
"I heard you! I will be back at exactly 6 o' clock tomorrow morning."
Bellatrix began swelling with anger before Harry said, "Wow mother, bad joke! Sorry!" and held up his hands.
Draco, having enough of Harry's ridiculous antics, cut in by saying, "However interesting I find this conversation, I'm afraid I must intervene by stating that my cousin and I are running late and we need to leave, now would be simply fabulous."
"Good morning, Draco!" Harry greeted with a certain cheer that can only be associated with Gryffindor, which mortified Draco to no end. Recovering from the initial mortification, he simply raised an eyebrow in response.
"Shall we apparate then?" said Harry with the same chipper tone.
"I suppose, since you are no longer too young." He replied stiffly.
Harry smirked and with two pops they where gone.
Bellatrix sighed when they left and dropping into an armchair. She always drove herself to the point of madness with party preparations. She was rubbing her temples and enjoying her small break until she felt a tap on the shoulder. She screamed dramatically jumping out of the chair and whipping out her wand. The dark haired witch, however, calmed when she saw who it was.
"You scared me half to death, Snape!" She snapped putting her wand away.
Severus Snape stared at her with both of his eyebrows raised. "Oh really? I didn't notice, my Lady."
Bellatrix glared. "What is it that you want, Snape. My Lord is not here right now, he is preparing Harry's Coming of Age Ball, as we all are."
"Hmm, yes, I came here to tell you I am, most tragically, unable to attend your son's birthday party," -Bellatrix narrowed her eyes at the use of 'birthday party'- " I have been called for an emergency faculty meeting, no doubt about the upcoming Triwizard Tournament. I suspect I shall see young Azrael very soon. Representing Durmstrag?" He asked bowing slightly.
"Of course Harry will represent Durmstrag. He will win the Tournament for sure. His education exceeds anyone still in school." She said glowing with pride.
"My Lady?" he asked hesitantly, "May I ask why do you call the boy Harry? I was told his given name was Azrael." Asked Snape, generally curious.
"Yes, yes, Azrael is his formal name, however, Harry is what we call him in private." Bellatrix said impatiently. She felt uncomfortable with Snape asking her this. It was because nearly sixteen years ago, after having Snape create a potion to adjust Harry's physical appearance and transfer Lord Voldemort's Slytherin DNA to Harry, they erased all of Snape's memory of who Harry really was for safety precautions. Voldemort knew that Severus Snape, working at Hogwarts, would be constantly under Dumbledore's supervision and did not want to take any chances of him accidentally revealing who Harry really was.
"I shall inform my Lord of your absence. Now excuse me, I need to finish tonight's preparations." She said politely.
Snape nodded and bowed before apparating away.
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Severus Snape stood in front of 12 Grimmauld Place with an out of character mischievous look in his eye. He cackled gleefully as he pressed the doorbell repeatedly. He was further pleased when the sounds of the old portrait of Mrs. Black's shrieking echoed though out the alleyway.
Suddenly, the door opened revealing a frowning Mrs. Weasley. Snape's gleeful demeanor ceased immediately and was replaced by his usual austere façade.
"Honestly, Severus. Is that really necessary?"
"Good day, Molly." He said letting himself in.
With the shouts of Mrs. Black still echoing through the house, Severus led himself into the meeting room of the Order of the Phoenix. The rest of the Order members had their fingers in their ears and all cast Snape dirty looks. He smirked and sat down.
After several minutes the Mrs. Black finally stopped shrieking. Snape's smirk widened when he heard footsteps thundering down the stairs. The door of the room was flung open dramatically revealing a tall man with long black hair and stormy gray eyes. Sirius Black glared murderously at Snape's smirking figure.
"You!" he said pointing his finger at Snape.
Severus chuckled slightly. "Yes..me"
Remus Lupin, who came in the door behind Sirius, said tiredly, "Severus, I thought we have been through this? This is getting ridiculous."
"I'm just giving the mutt a chance for some exercise, seeing as not he is allowed outside." Snape said smugly.
Sirius made an eloquent noise of outrage before making a leap at Snape. Remus and Bill Weasley just barely managed to restrain him. Severus continued to smirk.
"Ahh, yes," said Dumbledore coming into the room and interrupting the commotion, "We may begin, now that everyone is here."
The meeting continued rather uneventfully until Dumbledore turned to Severus and asked, "Are you able to attend tonight's meeting at the school, Severus? We are going to discuss the upcoming events." He said with his eyes, to Snape's complete irritation, twinkling like mad, casting a look to where Ron Weasley and Neville Longbottom were looking curious.
"Yes, I was able to get out of the Dark Lord's son's ridiculous Coming of Age thing. I utterly despise those useless get togethers."
He glared at Sirius after heard him mutter, "What a surprise," under his breath.
However, Tonks looking interested asked, "You-Know-Who has a SON? Who in their right mind would willingly shag-?"
"Your aunt, actually," spat Severus, as if it were some disgusting family gene.
Tonks made a look of horror. "I always knew she was crazy, but, really, that is just disturbing."
Fred and George Weasley snickered.
Remus cleared his throat and turned to Snape, "What do we know about this.. son ?"
"I don't much about him, to be honest. To my most fortunate luck, I was not chosen to be one of his many baby-sitters. I know the Dark Lord is quite protective of him and that the boy is quite powerful. Elite tutors have trained him since he was able to form intelligent conversation. Draco Malfoy constantly complains about him, but then again he complains about everything that doesn't worship him." Ron and Neville exchanged looks of glee. "Hmm, let us see, he intends Durmstrag. I haven't really met with the boy so that's all I know."
"Does he have a name?" asked Remus impatiently.
Snape raised an eyebrow, "Azrael, but, just today I was informed he was called Harry by the ones close to him"
Remus's eyes went wide. "His name is Harry?"
Suddenly Sirius gasped apparently catching on to Remus.
Dumbledore sighed. "I know what you both are thinking and it is not true." He gave a stern look.
Sirius exclaimed, "How can you dismiss the idea so quickly? The birthdays match! They call him Harry! They never did find his body." Sirius trailed off quietly.
"Harry Potter is dead." Dumbledore said firmly. "Voldemort, if anything is mocking us. He knew that using that name would cause us to think and act rashly. If it was truly Harry Potter believe me, we would know."
"But Albus! I was THERE! I saw the burning house! I bloody went inside! I saw James and Lily dead, but still very much intact. I never saw Harry's body! Harry was just learning to walk so he couldn't have been far from them if he was dead." Sirius said looking at Dumbledore desperately. Many of the younger order members looked confused but the older members looked sadly at Sirius, some even shaking their heads.
Dumbledore was not convinced. "Sirius, I say this with utmost respect for what you have been through, you need to move on. Wallowing on the past will get you nowhere. Harry Potter is dead. He was not the chosen one." Dumbledore's eyes looked over to Neville, who blushed but stared back determined.
"I'm not wallowing, damn it!" Sirius pounded his fist on the table.
Snape sat back, enjoying the show.
"Sirius! Get a hold of yourself! Albus is right. Thinking about the past will get you nowhere." Scolded Molly Weasley.
Fuming Sirius stood up, "For once in your life Molly! Mind your own damn business!" with that he stalked out of the room.
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Ginny Weasley looked up from her game of Exploding Snap with Maggie Longbottom, Neville's younger sister, when she heard someone storm past their room. Finally having the chance to excuse herself, she walked out the door wondering what was going on. Its not that she didn't like Maggie, but she would rather be at the Order meeting then entertaining a 12 year old. She was furious at her mother for not letting her join. As soon as she turned 17 she swore she would march right into one of the meetings and sit right across from her mother, just to annoy her.
Ginny turned the corner of the hallway and was not surprised to see it was Sirius who had stormed pass. "Sirius! Wait!" she called after him, worried about her favorite Uncle.
Sirius, however, kept walking until he reached his room where he left the door open, allowing her to come in. He sat on his bed sadly stroking Ginny's black cat Jinx, who had an odd affinity for him. Ginny sighed as she shut the door and sat next to him, folding her legs in front of her.
"What's wrong, Sirius?" she asked.
Sirius stayed quiet for a while, stroking the purring cat. "They all think I'm mad."
Ginny frowned. "Who thinks that?"
Sirius looked almost bored as he looked around the room. "The order."
Ginny furrowed her eyebrows together. "But, why would they think you're mad? Did you ask to go outside again or did you kill Snape? Because, if anything, I think they would be relieved if you did."
Sirius laughed aloud with a bark. "Actually, I did try to kill Snivellus again, but unfortunately I did not succeed, Moony always stops me."
Ginny shook her head. "Remus." She said in a scolding voice.
"They think I'm mad because I can't stop thinking that Harry is alive and blaming myself for James's death." Sirius sighed.
Ginny's smile dissipated, "Sirius, I know you've heard this a thousand times but, it is not your fault. It was out of your control."
"I know it was out of my control. That's why it upset's me so much. I spent 10 years in Azkaban haunted by the dead face of my best friend. Now, I'm locked up in this old house that I hate, being haunted by James and the fact couldn't have stopped his death from happening. Even if I had knew Peter had betrayed us, it would have happened anyway..Peter," he spat, "the bloody coward. I heard he killed himself not long after Lily and James died. Honestly, Ginny, if Dumbledore would let me breathe, if he would just let get out of this house once in a while, I might be able to recover. I have no chance of moving on when I'm locked up in this hell hole." Sirius looked away from her.
"Well, If makes you feel any better, Sirius, I agree with you. Dumbledore should let you go outside if he wants you to recover." Ginny said feeling a sense of annoyance with the Hogwarts Headmaster.
They sat in silence of a while before Sirius asked, "Would you like to see a picture of him?"
"Sure!" Ginny had heard so much about the leader of the infamous Marauders and was anxious to see what he looked like.
Sirius handed Jinx over to her before reaching under his bed pulling out an old leather photo album. He opened it and turned a couple pages. "There he is. James Potter." He pointed with a smile.
Ginny looked and saw a picture of a young man that looked about her age, smiling widely and waving at them. He was a tall willowy looking boy with wild black hair and glasses. He was in his Quidditch robes and holding his broomstick. Ginny giggled as he made a funny face at them.
"He is handsome. Tall and dark, just how I like them." Ginny laughed again because as she said this, James's picture wiggled his eyebrow suggestively at her.
"Yes, well, James and Sirius always did get all the girls." Said a voice startling them both. Remus stood in the doorway smiling. He had apparently opened the open the door without them noticing.
"Aren't you supposed to be at the meeting?" Sirius asked stiffly.
Remus, not looking the least bit put out by Sirius's voice, replied, "I was worried." With that he walked over to them and sat down next to Ginny. The two Marauders spent the rest of the afternoon telling Ginny stories about their pranks and experiences at Hogwarts.
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"Come on you bloody sod!" yelled Draco as he dragged Harry into the Riddle mansion.
"I refuse to wear this! It bloody ITCHES!" Yelled Harry trying to yank away from his cousin.
"AZRAEL! Since you obviously have no sense of time, I take it upon myself to inform you that we are LATE! Do have any idea how mad my father is going to be? And for the love of Merlin, YOUR father, you know the bloody DARK LORD? I am so beyond dead and it entirely your fault you annoying git. " Draco snarled.
"I pity you, really, I do, having to actually take responsibility once in a while, but not as much as I'm going to pity myself when I wake up tomorrow morning and have a stupid rash all over me." Grumbled Harry.
Draco glared at him as they reached the huge ebony doors that led to the party. He let go of Harry's arm and began straightening his robes when suddenly the doors opened. Revealing hundreds of people standing around drinking champagne, all of which turned to stare at them. Draco's face flushed but Harry simply beamed at them and waved lightly walking into the room as if they were perfectly on time. Draco followed him, muttering to himself. The hall was decorated in colors of green and blue with shimmering silver lights that winding around each column.
The people made way for their charming Dark Prince, who looked radiant in his billowing black robes. His raven hair fell in wisps over his face, which made his emerald eyes glow brighter and several teenage witches giggle with approval. Their prince, Azrael, stopped once he got to the high table which his mother and father sat watching him. His mother annoyed and his father amused. He bowed deeply to them both.
~ My Lord~ He said to looking up at his father. "My Lady" he looked to his mother. They both inclined their heads to him.
~ Join usssssssssss, my ssssssssson. At the high table of the Lordsssssssss~ hisses Voldoemort motioning to the seat next to him. Harry bowed again deeply before taking his place at the table. As soon as he sat, people who had avidly watched he scene resumed their gossip and conversation.
Draco, who could see his father glaring daggers at him, hurried out Lucius's sight and sat at table with his friends from Slytherin and Durmstrag. He sat next to Theodore Nott and Antonin Dolohov (Jr.).
"Hi Draco" giggled Keira Lestrange, daughter of Rabastan Lestrange. Draco, who has been in mad love with her every since puberty, nodded blushing slightly.
"Your cousin Azrael, is so adorable! I can't wait until this school year comes around. My father told me about the Triwizard Tournament and all. He said Azrael is bound to win." As she said this, Draco felt as if someone had pouched him in the stomach.
"He is so sexy," continued Pansy Parkinson. "I hope he asks me to the Yule Ball!" After saying this the girls began to argue over who the Dark Prince would take to the Ball, Draco rolled his eyes. 'This is going to be a long night', he thought.
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~Later that night~
Harry bit his lip as he removed his shirt and nealed before his father. (AN: I swear this isn't slash..or incest for that matter)He was to be marked tonight, as a Death Eater. A circle of his father's most faithful followers stood around him. His mother was positively glowing with fierce pride.
~I need to hold out your left arm, my ssssssssssson.~ hissed Voldemort.
Harry complied holding out his arm with his heart pounding. His father stepped forward and took out his wand. He long pale fingers took hold his arm and pulled it forward. "Crabbe! Goyle! Hold him down." He said switching back to English. The two large Death Eaters sprang forward, keeping Harry in a strong hold.
~I'm sssssorry, my ssssssssssson. Thissssssssss will hurt you.~
Harry nodded and braced himself.
"MORSMORDRE!"
Harry felt searing pain run up his forearm and into his body. He saw faces flash before his eyes. Each of which were screaming, the noise made his ears throb. Suddenly the flashing faces slowed down and Harry saw the face of a man with long messy black hair and wide hazel eyes. 'He looked so familiar...' Then the face changed to that of a beautiful young red-haired woman. She was crying. He could hear her screams. Harry felt a stab of horror as he heard them clearly.
"NOT HARRY! TAKE ME INSTEAD! HAVE MERCY! PLEASE NOT HARRY!"
'Is she screaming for me?' was the last thought on Harry's mind before everything became black.
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AN: YOU LIKE?!?! I tried to make Sirius as much in character as I could. Severus too.expect..more silly! I LOFF HARRY! Isn't he a DOLL!? Such a sweet poppet, acting like Jamesie.
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