Cruor Everto Prologue
Disclaimers:
I do not own HP characters. I own John Potter, Anna Potter-Pettigrew and other OC.
Current Warnings:
Alternate Universe (AU)
Slash
Male Pregnancy
Very implied Character Death (Lily Evans, Regulus Black)
Current Ratings: Suitable for 9, but I don't think I'll keep the rating as K+.
Common Ratings: PG. But will upgrade to PG-13 then R and finally NC-17 later.
Full Summary:
Regulus Harris Potter was the son to James Potter and Regulus Black, who had died of blood lost after giving birth to Regulus Jr. The infant was called Harry because of his middle name. His older half-brother, John was the perfect child in the world's eyes, Harry can't even get a hug. Harry wasn't bright like his brother, but he was intelligent, he was reading books about Alchemy by the age of three. After Anne was born, Harry felt a danger approaching them. Shortly after a week James brought Anne home from the hospital, the Dark Lord attacked the Potter household. The incident killed the innocent new-born, Anne Potter-Pettigrew. The Dark Lord had casted a memory charm to alter John's memory, to make John think that it's him who defeated the Dark Lord, not Harry, the charm will wear off when one of the children dwelled between life and death. There's just enough power to let Voldemort to cast that spell, after the spell, Voldemort used a portkey to portkey away. Likely, John and Harry were alive by the time their parents came back. John had a rain-drop shaped scar on his forehead while Harry had nothing but a burnt on his left elbow.
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You was in a dusty bookstore.
Ready?
Take this journal and let it take you to the world of my imagination…
One…Two…Three…
The book was activated, you spin and spin.
You found yourself at the front of a big, warm house.
The scene zoomed to the living room.
Don't worry, I'll pull you out when it's time. Now, enjoy yourself in my newest story… Cruor Everto…
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It's always "Johnny, would you like a cookie?", "You like Harry's toy cow-cow, Johnny?", never "Harry, would you like a cookie?", "You like Johnny's toy fishie, Harry?"
It's always "Alright, which favor do you like, Johnie?", "Give it over, Regulus. Your big brother wants it.", never "Alright, which favor do you like, Harrie?", "Give it over, John. Your little brother wants it."
Regulus Harris Potter's life had been overshadow by his elder half-brother for the mother, the most loved child, Jonathan Jamieson Potter. The five-years-old was always the precious gem in everyone's eyes, it's always John to be coo, it's always John to be cuddle. Regulus Jr., also known as Harry for his middle name, can barely remember had he been cuddle, perhaps once, when he was just came out from his carrier's body, by the anonymous nurse. His carrier, who happened to be a male, was Regulus Black, had died of blood lost after he can take a look at his new child, his father married to Peter Pettigrew after barely a month, who had abused him as bad as he can. James treated it as nothing and sometimes he helped too. Whipping, hitting with a stick, beating… Opposite to his old clothes, Harry's hair was tamed and silky, his eyes were a mixture of misty blue and serene grey with a bit of vivid red, which matched perfectly with his pale skin, his facial features were handsome and like his 'mother', I can simply say that Harry was everything unlike his brother. It's true, compare to outdoor activities, Harry preferred reading books and learning everything he could learn.
Harry was sitting in a tiny corner of the grand sitting room of the Potter Manor, looking silently at the common picture of a family with a nine-month-pregnant husband and an infant with his hands on his pregnant father's enormously round belly and a happy father smiled at his child warmly.
Peter Pettigrew stroked his husband's stomach lovingly. James was nearly due, in the middle of August, then his eyes shifted to the infant in the corner, his eyes were no longer warm and loving, but filled with hatred and hate. The toddler resembled Regulus so much, he resembled his arch-rival so much, he can't resist to hate this three-year-old.
Harry walked silently to his attic, he had learned how to walk, speak and read by himself just some days ago. "Nana, please get me the book on the top of the bookcase." Harry said to the house-elf. "Yes, Master Regulus." Nana was the only person who called Harry Regulus, she thought if Harry's name was Regulus then he should be called Regulus.
Harry was a lot cleverer than most of the common three-year-olds, perhaps the intelligence was from his 'mother', Regulus Black was one of the role models of the world before he died, Regulus Sr. was nearly perfect, his eyes were the perfect copy of Harry's. Perhaps that's the reason why James still hadn't thrown him out after marrying Pettigrew.
The adorable eyes were always wide and innocent, filled with sad and tears, the eyes that let James thought of the person he loved with all his heart, there's always a place for Regulus in James' heart, James preferred to kill himself when he heard the news that his Regulus had died. James, even through already pregnant and married again, still loved Regulus whole-heartily, it wasn't he don't love Peter, but Regulus was the first person he ever loved.
A loud knock on the door made Harry jumped at shock. He put the unfinished book into a old, but big suitcase that Nana found in the attic. It's for when James had decided to send Harry to an orphanage then Harry can take the books he wanted in the attic, no one except Harry go up there.
"Get down, Harry! Professor Dumbledore want to see you!" His stepfather's unpleasant voiced rang. Harry told Nana to hide his book storage and walked downstairs. Harry peeked through a small gap in the wall. It's not only Professor Dumbledore, but the whole order.
The meeting room was crowded, but not a move was made, everyone looked at the stairs seriously.
Harry knew there was something bad happened, he sneaked to the attic and asked Nana to transfigure the suitcase to something more unnoticeable and light. He put the slim card box in his pocket and walked downstairs without peeking through the gap.
Dumbledore didn't ask Harry to take a seat, he went fast without pause after Harry had just arrived, "Harry baby, a evil bad man is going after your Papa and Daddy so they need to go hiding." Harry didn't like the tone he spoke, like he was speaking with John the Perfect Boy and everyone excluding his stupid brother know who the Evil Bad Man was! Voldemort! Harry decided to play the fool card, he cocked his head innocently and looked at Dumbledore with the same twinkles in his eyes.
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You suddenly feel someone pulling your hands.
You was pulled out the house hurriedly, the scene had paused.
The boy was still cocking his head.
The things around you changed, you was in the dusty bookstore again.
The sky was a metallic grey.
You looked at your watch…
It's already the dawn of the next day…
You walked toward the wooden door and tried to open it.
Useless, the door was lock.
A voice rang…
"Remember to leave a comment before you leave…"
You smiled and picked up a quill…
You scribbled on the thick book on the stand…
And left the bookstore happily…
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Translation:
Cruor Everto is the Latin of Blood Demon.
Author Notices:
Feeling sad when I was writing this, but I do not think I brought out the angst feeling. Overused plotline, but there will be a twist in the middle of the story. Reviews are always good for me and my exhausted brain, which had just went through endless exams.
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To Be Continue…
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