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Voldemort's Heir
Chapter 1
As Harry walked through Auror Headquarters, he wondered why Sirius had called him there. It wasn't as if he was an Auror still, but before he could get too curious, he was at the door.
He knocked, then remembering whose office it was, just walked in. Sirius was at his desk looking incredibly tired and a very blonde young man was sitting in front of him with his back to the door.
Harry hadn't seen Draco Malfoy in almost 5 years; not since the night Harry's boyhood enemy had turned his back on his father and all the Death Eaters. He had been forced into hiding in order to survive. Lucius had searched for Draco unsuccessfully for 3 years until he was caught and sentenced, with Narcissa, to life in Azkaban.
"I'm glad you could come. Have a seat," said Sirius.
"What's this all about, Sirius?" asked Harry expectantly, eyeing Draco cautiously. It was still hard for him to trust Draco sometimes, even though he knew the handsome young man was on their side. At his question, Sirius stiffened, which told Harry he would find out soon enough.
"Hello Harry," greeted Draco in his usual drawl, annoyed with obligatory conversation.
Harry nodded to Draco, "Hello."
"We've got something very important to talk about," said Draco.
"What is it?" said Harry, suddenly much more serious.
"Now hold on a minute," said Sirius. "We can't start anything until James and Remus get here."
As he was lecturing Harry and Draco, they walked in without knocking.
"Prongs! Moony! Speak of the Devil!"
"Hey Padfoot, what's all this about? You called us off of a job we've been working on for over a month!" said James in mock exasperation, though his eyes told the room he was more than happy to have an excuse that got him off the "job."
"Well, Draco here has a bit of a problem. He's ready to come back into the civilized world, and he's discovered a few problems," said Sirius.
"What kind of problems?" asked Harry.
"The Tom Riddle kind," said Draco in grim tones, which no one would have thought to doubt, especially because of the way the frown lines between the young man's eyes deepened considerably.
"What?" asked Harry and James together.
"But Harry killed Voldemort," said Remus in his soft voice. "In a way that even he can't come back from."
"Voldemort was a genius, crazy, but definitely a genius,"said Sirius. "Maybe we didn't think of all the possibilities."
"No. You're right that Tom Riddle himself can't back. But his son has his personality, and the drive it takes to become another nightmare in all our lives," said Draco.
"His son?" asked Harry, thinking back to the horrible night when Voldemort finally fell. He still hadn't healed completely, the scars were still deep.