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Rating: PG 13
It had been two hours since Nacrissa had told Draco the news.
And to say that Draco had been shocked was an understatement.
His life had been turned upside down. Not only was his mother, the women who raised him, not his mum but also he didn't even have a biological mother.
He had two fathers, no that wasn't right he had a father and a Dark Lord.
The Dark Lord.
The Dark Lord was his father.
He was one half Dark Lord.
The heir to a murderer, the most feared wizard in history.
The heir to a monster and that monster wanted Draco, wanted his son.
"Wormtail, get in here!" a high pitched voice and red slits for eyes, Lord Voldermort was something only nightmares were made of.
Tall and almost skeletal, white skin stretched over his face and body, he looked more dead then alive. But he was very much alive and at this point in time very angry at a particular rat, a blonde haired man and his whore of a wife.
"Wormtail, you worthless piece of scum, get in here!" he screamed.
The door to his bedchamber was thrown open and a small balding man ran over, throwing himself to his knees beside he lavish four-poster bed, he stammered an apology.
"My-my lord, I- I am m-m-most sorry for t-t-taking ssso l-l-ong-"
"Silence! I don't have time to listen to your worthless dribble get my bath ready." Voldermort commanded settling back on his pillows. "Now! "he screamed when Wormtail made no move to do as he bid.
Letting out a whimper Wormtail or Peter Pettigrew as he once was, scampered to his feet and ran into the adjoining bathroom.
Smirking Voldermort looked round his chambers.
Dark walls, a black marble floor and a high ceiling were what enclosed the dark lord from the surrounding world. There were no widows. He couldn't stand the sun; it was too bright and harsh on his skin and eyes.
A tall imposing dark oak wardrobe stood in one corner on clawed feet. A matching dresser sat in the other corner. In the middle of the room was a four-poster bed with blood red curtains and a matching duvet set. On the walls were four torches that were always burning.
It wasn't much but it would do until he got to Hogwarts and became headmaster until then he would continue to lodge here regardless of its appearance.
Hogwarts, he couldn't wait to take that over. It was his ultimate goal. Kill the boy who lived, take over Hogwarts, make Dumbledore beg for mercy, destroy muggles and turn mudbloods into slaves. But first he had more pressing matters to attend to.
Throwing off the covers Voldermort got up off the bed and walked into the bathroom.
The bathroom was just as dark and depressing as the bedroom. It was all black with silver furnishings black bath stood on four silver feet; Wormtail was bent over it with the taps running muttering quietly under his breath.
"Is it ready yet?" Voldermort snapped.
Turning suddenly Wormtail almost fell over before replying that yes the bath was ready.
Without bothering to reply Voldermort pushed past Wormtail and slid in.
"Out" Voldermort snarled.
"Yes, my my lord." Wormtail. Scampered off.
Settling back Voldermort returned to his thoughts.
Very soon all his plans would fall into motion, one of them already had and depending on how you looked at it; it was the most important of them all.
At midnight Lucius Malfoy would have got a letter about his son and his rightful parentage.
Oh Voldermort knew, he had always known that Draco was his son. It had been his plan all along.
They had been so desperate, so trusting.
The spell was simple. It was used everyday for same sex couples to have a child. You see a person has 46 chromosomes. From each parent you get 23 of these chromosomes that are made up of thousands of genes that determine the characteristics and traits of a person. When Lucius' and his sperm had reached Nacrissa's womb they had fused together to create rather then Lucius' sperm and Nacrissa's egg.
He had chosen Lucius as the other parent because he had more power then Nacrissa and because each generation of Malfoy looked so alike that the chances of Draco looking like him were higher. Also because he would be guaranteed a male heir. No generation of Malfoy had ever been female.
He had been so happy when they had come to him. It had been like receiving a Christmas gift early. He had been thinking for a while that he needed an heir, some one to rule beside him, someone he could teach and mould into the perfect Dark Lord, someone to rule after him and his wish had been granted in the form of the Malfoys. They were perfect.
Rich.
Powerful
Aristocrats
High position in society.
Wanted a child.
And so trusting.
So foolish that they could think they could trust the Dark Lord.
Soon his son would be returned to him he would take his rightful place at his side and they would rule together.
Albus Dumbledore headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry sat at his desk in his office pondering the news that Severus Snape, potions master of Hogwart School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had told him.
Said man sat across from the headmaster sightly out of breath having run from his rooms down in the dungeons after receiving an owl from a friend of his concerning his student and godson.
Finally after a few tense minutes of silence the headmaster let out a sigh.
" Severus, if we are going to act we need to do it soon." Severus nodded. "We cannot let Voldermort-" here Snape flinched " get a hold of the boy. If what you have told me is true then we need to get Draco out of his way and into a safer environment." Snape nodded again.
"What about Nacrissa? Lucius made it clear he wants her to be protected as well." Severus asked.
"Then she will be. I want you to contact the Malfoys and bring them to Hogwarts. We will decide what to do from there." Albus replied as he stood up. Severus stood too. Walking over to the door Albus grabbed Severus' arm. Turning the black haired man looked into Albus' clear blue eyes. "You do realise, that if Draco wants to go to the dark lord then I will not stop him." Seeing Severus open his mouth in protest Dumbledore quickly cut him off, "he is old enough to make his own choices all we can do is guide him and hope he chooses the right ones. Do you understand me Severus?"
"Yes headmaster I understand loud and clear. I understand that you would let him go to his death, you will let him because he is old enough." He spat bitterly, glaring at the older man he spun on his heel and stormed from the office, slamming the door behind him.
Albus shook his head sadly. "No my boy, you do not understand at all."
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Morena Evensong: yup draco has got the potential to be the next dark lord, he just doesnt know it yet. but all will be revealed in the next chapter.
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