A/N: I'm a terrible updater! I know! Please forgive me the chapter is now done, and updated isn't that enough. Oh, this is now extremley AU. But i am going to finish it. I like it!

Chapter 9: The Heart asks PLeasure first.

"Simple." James said, calmy. Taking a deep breath he calmed himself in what he was about to say. "Because I am."

Lord Voldemort, Tom Riddle, or at that moment, James' father looked at him in a very strange mannor. "Really..." He said quietly looking James up and down, making him feel very self-consious. "And what do you have to prove it?"

James blinked, he had obviously got it into his mind that his son was in fact Jonny. "My mother was Antonia, I had a Battlestar Glatictica alarm clock, I had blue pylamas. I also have scars all allong my back from when you wipped me." He spat.

Voldemort raised an non exsistent eyebrow. "Let me see."

"...Well, it's a little cold out here, can't you just take my word..." Voldemort strode over and tore James' muggle shirt off "...Ok, obviously not." He was roughly turned around by his shoulders and James shivered, because of his fathers touch, or the cold James didn't know.

"Well, well, well." Voldemort whispered gleefully, "what do we have here?" He turned James around again, and he was staring into those Red eyes which used to be grey...just like James'... "My Seabastian, how you've grown. For nearly ten-years I've searched for you, only to find you in the most unexpected of places." James visably shivered now and rubbed his arms. Voldemort took his cloak off and gave it to James.

It had a strange smell to it. Smells like Tom Riddle he though vaugely, an it certainly warmed him up. "Now, come."

Voldemort turned away but James didn't make a turn to move. "What about Jonny?" He turned to see Jonny, frozen there absolutely stunned, blinking every so often.

"Leave him to go back to school, I'm sure he'll be fine. Now, come."

James started to walk forward stumbling slightly, fallen leaves getting into his boots. "But...what if he tells?"

Voldemort shrugged, "I couldn't really care less. Seabastian, my patience is wearing thin."

James saw no other option but to follow.

-oo000oo-

Albus Dumbledore was in his office reading a letter from the Ministry asking for advice again about a certain incident that had happened rather recently, when a potrait spoke. "Albus, there's a boy yelling at the enterence, demanding that he see you...the young these days..."

"Thank-you Phineas, that will be enough." He said as he went up to answer the door, there, was a very scared Jothathan Bones, as white as a sheet.

"Mr Bones, whatever is the matter." he said as he beckoned the boy in.

"Of Professor, thank heavens you're here...I know I should have told you all this earlier, but...Oh I was so scared I didn't know what to do."

"Mr Bones, please slow down." Johnathan sat down in a seat as Albus poured him a cup of tea. The boy didn't drink it, but carried on at the same speed as before.

"When...when he came...Voldemort...to our house, and well, you know. He told me that I was his son, I oh Merlin Sir, I didn't know what to do! I know I should have told you, but, I thought that you would chuck me out of school, so I just, kept quiet. He said that I was his long lost son, and when I denied it he said something about memory charms. I didn't know what to do!"

"Mr Bones, have no fear, you are not Voldemort's son." Albus gave a little laugh and smile, to try and calm Johnathan down, but inside shivered. So...Voldemort has sunk so low as to tell random children lies.

"Oh, I know that now sir, but I didn't know it then. Well, at the prefects meeting James Potter spoke to me, said he was sorry and the like. Well, I don't know what made me do it, but I...I...I told him, told him exactly what I'm telling you, how I'm adopted, and my parents had moved to South Africa...and well. He paled, naturally and told me to go to you. But I didn't. I just said that I had to go and meet Voldemort and go with him some where on Halloween. I begged James not to tell anybody, and he didn't..."

"But you're telling me now?" Albus was terribley confused, but listened all the same, although he really must speak to James Potter about this...

Johnathan nodded, and tears started to fall. "I know I should have told you earlier, I could have prevented the whole thing! But I didn't, because I'm a coward..."

"What happened next Johnathan?"

"Well, I went out to the forrest." He paused as though awaiting punishment, but when none came he continued. "Well there he was, Voldemort and So was James! He'd followed me in an invisability cloak. And he...he admitted that he was Seabastian Riddle, not me. Just plain admitted it!"

Albus felt his eyes widen with shock, James Potter? He knew the boy was brave but this was sheer recklessness, pretending to be a boy who no longer exsisted!

"Well...Voldemort didn't believe him at first, but then James said that he had a scar on his back, and when Voldemort saw that, he belived him. Well, he's got James now, and..."

Albus stood up sharply and Johnathan Bones. "Why didn't you tell me this earlier? I could have protected you both...why didn't James tell me?" He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I need to contact the Ministry, and James' parents on this matter.. Utter ludicrousy, Tom Riddle's son indeed..."

--ooo000ooo--

James didn't know where he was, although he had a strange feeling that they weren't in Scotland any more. They had Portkeyed some where, some where warmer James wanted to shed to cloak but didn't was to expose his bare chest to his father. There was a large Mansion, white washed and Voldemort walked into it.

"Welcome home son." James shivered by being called son by Voldemort, also the idea at this being called his home. "Follow me." He walked so that they were in what coud be discribed as a living room, thre was a sofa and a buring fire so that it was so warm James felt terribley sleepy. "Sit."

James sat and Voldemort walked out, and James glanced around the room, it has a certain...Englishness about it...it was the only word James could use to describe it. Ironically deep reds, rugs, potriats, the only thing missing were mounted animal heads. It looked Very familiar. Voldemort returned quickly and tossed james a black shirt which he put on quickly and shed the terribley stuffy cloak. Voldemort sat down on the winged red leather arm-chair, all that was missing was a glass of port...

"So, Seabastian. Tell me about your-life, after my involvement in it."

James shrugged. "I was adopted, by a nice family and went to Hogwarts made friends, played Quidditch, became Head boy...nothing special..."

"But still you admitted your true identity to me, intresting..."

"Well, I couldn't let Jonny Bones have a life of utter hell when I knew of he was the wrong person."

James chuckled some. "Or, you couldn't let me be upset once I realised he was the wrong one...which I would have done you know. I have a potion in the back which proves the parent of a child. I would have used it, then sent him back to Hogwarts. he would have been shaken by the experience, but I'm sure he would have got over it in time." He leaned forward. "There was no use you coming to the rescue. Surely you knew that this would be done. You would have remained safe, but now...now I have you."

James knew that this was a possibilty but...

"Do not worry my dear boy, I shall test you also." he got up and razor blade in hand rolled up James' shirt (who was too terrified to move) and made a small cut and put it in a glass phial. Again he walked to the back of the house and James tried to calm his breathing. "I think you had better come and see this Seabastian." Taking yet another calming breath he followed the voice and saw the back of Lord Voldemort looking down into a cauldron. James walked to his side, and Voldemort poured the blood in. After a couple of minutes it turned blue. James knew enough obout paternity potions to know that blue meant that Voldemort was his father.

Of cousre, he knew that already.

"Congratulations. It's a boy." James said Meloncholy.

--oo00oo--

It didn't take long until Dumbledore's office was almost bursting with people in fact at nine o'clock the next morning there was Minerva, Mr and Mrs Potter, Mr Bones, also too unspeakables from the Ministry, Johnstone and Lennox, along with Remus Lupin and Sirius Black all crammed into his suddenly small office.

"I'm afraid that Lord Voldemort has James Potter and believes him to be his son."

James' parents sighed and the Unspeakables groaned. Lupin and Black, just blinked.

"What happened?" Mrs Potter asked, tears threatening to spill. Albus told them what had happened. "He admitted it?" She gasped.

"Yes, it appears that James had got it into his head that he is in fact Seabastian Riddle." Albus sighed "Or, he said it to protect Mr Bones, we must..." But he was cut off, by six people saying:

"He is."

"Excuse me?" Albus said, puzzled. "I was told that Seabastian Riddle was dead."

"You and the rest of the world Dumbledore, we.." Johnstone gestured to the people in the room. "Are the only ones who know about it. By the way, how did you two boys know?" He asked looking at Lupin and Black.

"Oh, he told us." Black said smiling.

"Yes, ages ago, First year. Not too long after his mother died." Lupin continued.

"We adopted him Professor Dumbledore." Mr Potter said. "Just before we moved out to Spain for that year. That was why we moved. We were told that he was Seabastian Riddle, and we mustn't tell anybody. Of course we didn't know that Tom Riddle was going to become Lord Voldemort. We just wanted a child, and well as soon as we saw Seabastian...James now, we just fell in love with him." he smiled at his wife as though to confirm it and to get lost in old memories. "He of course remembers his life as Seabastian Riddle as knows how he came to be with us. We have to get him back from that mad-man Dumbledore, we just have to."

"I know that. But first we need a plan."

--oo00oo--

James was sat back on the sofa his father studying him closely

"You look so much like me at that age..." James shivered at the thought. "I'm surpirsed that Dumbledore didn't notice this all ealier...he really is a fool." He laughed.

"Where are we?"

"Devon." Voldemort said simply. "Home. Doesn't it look familiar?" James nodded. "Well this is where you used to live. Remember where your room is? Well it hasn't been changed."

James nodded simply and looked at his father who was smiling...it was eerie, he remembered that his father used to look so handsome... "Why do you look like that now?"

"Would it make you feel better if I didn't?"

James paused. "Maybe."

"Well, the reason I look like this is to strike fear in people. I don't have to look like this. In fact, I could probably change my looks any time I want to, I merely choose not to. Why? Do you want to look into your father's eyes again?"

James bowed his head ashamed, after all, Voldemort was evil, how could he think such things? He hated him, after all he had done to James.

He felt a cold skeletal finger under his chin lifting his head up high. "Never look ashamed. You are my son. You have no reason to be ashamed."

James swallowed and let out a cold laugh. "Yes I do, you..you killed people. The Bones' family, I can't even think who else right now. And I'm related to you! Of course I'm ashamed." He bowed his head.

"You may feel that way. But that was not what you were thinking at that moment. Weren't you?" James shook his head, not bothering to lie. His father could pobably read minds... "You were just wanting your father."

"I have a father."

"Yes...Harold Potter if I'm not mistaken. But I raised you when you were small, I cared for you..."

"No you didn't you hurt me...you beat me."

"Only that one time. I was harsh, but well, every child needs discipline, and well, I do have a temper. But wasn't I kind to you?" James thought deeper into his memory, he didn't like to think about the times that he had lived here. But now as he thought about it he remembered being taken to the park, feeding ducks? Who'd have thought! He also remembered watching 'daddy' levitate things for James' amusement, his mother looking on disapporvingly. His father helping him colour in a muggle colouring book, and drawing, watching a muggle invention called 'Television' Battlestar Galactica, he loved that show...

James swallowed again. "I have a brother..."

"Hmmm, yes, Severus."

"You threw him out."

"His father took him away."

"You killed my mother."

"She died of natural causes."

James thought, was this man truely evil to him? He'd heard a lot of things, but nobody ever explained things properly to him. Vaguely he heard his father murmer something but James paid no mind to it. His father...he thought again, more memories came, of being embraced, when he was good, not only punished when he was good. His Adoptive parents punished him also didn't they? He'd been sent to his room many a time. Was Tom Riddle that much different? Siruis said that he was smacked when he was bad. Was that all that Riddle was doing? After all...the thing the the whip only happened the once and he was whisked away, the rest of his life had been alright..he had been taken to the park...

"Father?" James muttered, and he slowly looked up and saw that the handsome face of Tom Riddle was back, the face that had filled James with fear, but now with hope. He threw his arms around his neck.

"My Seabastian, you're home." His father embraced him back warmly.

"Oh Dad!"

TBC

A/N: Yes, i know, pants, soppy ending to a chapter, but i really couldn't think of another way of doing it! Please Review! I know i update so rarely. this is the point where i swear that i'll update again soon, but i'm not going to say that, because it'll just be mean on you. But...stay with me...please?