Author Notes: Just some scary Harry and a little fluff in this chapter. I'm not quite sure were this is going because frankly Harry just really isn't a bad guy. Though I haven't really decided whether he's going to the next Prince of Darkness, I think I just may swing that way anyway. The challenge of writing a convincingly dark Harry has me all tied in knots, and though I haven't gotten far, it's been so fun getting everybody's ideas and input. Besides, everyone has a dark side. The most difficult thing is making Voldemort into a loving father when I really do not like him to begin with. But hey, it's one of those "what if?" things.
Hopefully the chapters will get longer and more indepth as I figure out how to work all this into writing. Till then hopefully you can stick with me. Thanks to LaLa, Mel and Bastian for keeping me motivated.
Disclaimer: You know how it goes. All characters created by J.K. Rowling. I'm not making any money on this , and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended
Born and Bred
Chapter One
Harry was a very agreeable baby. He was precocious, quiet, observant, in his darker moods. In his happier moments he was bubbly, chatty, and exuberant. And he took to Voldemort like the man had birthed him himself. Life was wonderful indeed at Malfoy Manor, where currently they were sequestered in a hidden wing in the pit of the house.
Voldemort, though quite unaccustomed to the dealings of parenthood took to it like a duck to water. He reveled in the pure worship of a child to it's parent. He would hold the child on his lap during meetings, sit for hours watching Harry totter around on unsteady feet, read aloud though, Harry could not possibly understand, whatever tome had captured his fancy. Lucius of late often found the withered Lord hidden in the shadows by Harry's bedside at night, watching in fascination the tiny chest that rose and fell. It seemed he had been captured by the pure spirit of childhood, a blessed childhood, so unlike the one he had had. It was almost like he were in love.
Lucius had never heard Tom speak of love. Tom respected, Tom, admired, Tom was even fond of a select few. Never had he loved though. That emotion he had turned off long ago for it made one vulnerable. But that was exactly what Lucius caught glimmering in those monstrous red eyes. The same love Lucius had for his own young heir, Draco.
Perhaps it was for the best, something to distract Voldemort from his machinations, and allow Tom to surface occasionally. It would do him good to fall in love. Perhaps then he'd learn the worth of life somewhat, or at least the benefit of appreciation.
Ah, to hope.
The years passed quickly, and with surprisingly few difficulties, despite a few Auror raids. The general populace, including the Ministry of Magic believed baby Potter, The Boy That Lived, had become The Boy That Lived to be Kidnapped and Murdered. Soon the happy toddler had grown to a five foot, inquisitive ten year old. He had grown quieter, quite darker in nature than any of them had expected. He studied his surroundings with sharp green eyes that seemed to catch everything and store it for later use. He was making them very proud indeed.
And not just in his magical proficiency, but that was another matter entirely. The boy picked up on magic quicker than anyone Lucius had ever seen. He was born to it, and it was more than just in his blood. He was it. Harry Potter was pure untapped power. And he knew it.
"Draco," he reply quietly over the dinner table.
"Hmm..?"
He sighed. "Let's go to the pool after dinner." It was more a command than question.
Draco wrinkled his nose. "Say the magic word.."
Harry grinned darkly. "Which one? Crucio? Or perhaps Imperius?"
"Dad, tell him to quit it! He's doing that thing that makes my skin crawl!"
"Harry, are you doing that 'thing' that makes my son's skin crawl?"
"I have no idea what your brat is even talking about." Harry grins at Lucius over his book.
I grin back caught up in the spirit of the game. Voldemort sighs long-suffering. Draco wails in disgust.
"You can't take 'his' side over mine! Your 'my' father!" Draco whined.
"Whining gets you nowhere, Drake," Harry teases affectionately. "Right Father?" He looks to Tom, who is pretending not to beam like he always does when Harry calls him father.
"Very right, my son, but why?"
"Because you have to take what you want," Harry murmurs around the rim of his glass. He peers into it, an odd look on his face. "Like you took my mother?" He asked the question so bluntly that Lucius and Voldemort alike spit their mouthfuls of wine onto the fine, white linen spread. Harry smiles to himself as he watches it spread, a deep crimson stain seeping into the finest threads.
"Whatever are you talking about? Where did you hear that?" Tom asks, breathing harsh and rasping.
"I overheard…It's true isn't it? I heard you tell about how she begged so valiantly for my life, pleaded for you to take her not me. And you did didn't you." He smiled that twisted smile again. "It's like some perverse fairy tale. Hmmm…" He merrily sawed off a sliver of steak and pushed it past his lips.
"Yes, I killed your mother…," Voldemort muttered, visibly shaken. "And her husband…James Potter."
"Was he my biological father?" Harry asked popping a mushroom into his mouth and chewing slowly.
"Yes. We had the proper test done and it showed that he was your real Father. Would you like to see them?"
"No," Harry paused and looked around focusing on Voldemort. "You are my father."
"Harry, do you understand murder?" Lucius pondered aloud.
"Yes…It is a thing that must be done to remove unwanted obstacles from one's goal."
"Perhaps, but do you understands the taking of a human life?"
Harry shrugged nonchalantly. "Life comes and it goes. Does it really matter how? In the grander scheme of things?"
"Hmm…I wonder that myself sometimes, but how would you feel if Draco, or Tom, or I were to be murdered? In the grander scheme of things, of course?"
Harry, the ten year old paused, fork mid-air as if weighing the options of such a statement. "I'd be…I… I'd kill them…All of them." He pursed his lips and stared menacingly at the bit of meat on his fork pure rage flickering in those old eyes of his.
Electricity began to spark in the room. And unseen wind ruffled our hair.
"Calm yourself Harry," Tom murmured. "They are not smart enough to…"
"God Harry! Do you have to be so morbid and creepy?" Draco blurted.
Harry turned to look at him. And then he began to laugh. "So are we going to the pool?"
I met Voldemort's eyes over their heads and smirked.
"Draco?"
"Hmm, Harry?"
"When I take my Father's place are you going to be my loyal and faithful servant?"
Draco propped himself on his elbow and peered through his pale bangs at the boy across from him. "You are kidding me right. Me, serve a completely creepy prat like you? Yeah right. In your next life maybe," I joked, knowing full well it was exactly the position I was being preen for.
Harry looked at me then, jade eyes piercing me to the core. "But you have to!"
"Why, because you'll tell daddy if I don't?"
"No, because I need someone I know and trust. I need you."
Heartmeltingly cute is not a word, let alone one I would associate with Harry. At fifteen he is dark, seductive, beautiful, charismatic, talented, and so on and so forth but nothing so soft and fluffy. But my heart did this weird hammer, and my chest flipped, and I could barely breathe. Harry loved us, this we knew, but he rarely took it upon himself to notify us.
He came at me then launching himself over my long slender torso and planting himself astride my chest, he peered down at me curiously. "And yes, I'll force you if I have to." He grinned rather darkly and nuzzled my jaw innocently. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to lie against me. This was definitely one of the perks of being the right hand man.
Though Harry had had many advances from the time he was nine on up, he had only recently began the descent into the madness that is hormones. I had begun at the tender age of eleven. I was almost giddy with the prospect of being the one to break him in. I had dreamt of it and nothing but it for years now. He just didn't realize the effect he had on anyone. Which is why I was fit to burst but willing to let him make the first move. If he ever got around to it. He can be so slow sometimes. It's positively infuriating!
Harry mutters something into my chest and props himself up on his elbows again, looking down on me like some dark, seductive god of sex. "So will you…?"
"Of course, since you made such a convincing argument."
"Um, Draco, hate to tell you but I didn't start my argument," he smiles teasingly, winding a lock of my long platinum hair around his fingers.
"Shit, so I am a sucker," I groan.
"Yeah, you are. At least that is what I have heard."
I punch him lightly on the shoulder. "You are just jealous. I'd suck you if you would quit acting like a fucking prude. You know I get you all hot and bothered. Don't I? You can admit it."
He just sighs and smiles down on me. "You just don't know do you?"
"Know what?" I ask, bewildered.
"Why would I, a prince among men want something that has been through half the DeathEater Ranks?"
Ouch, leave it to Harry to elevate me so high and knock me down so low in the span of a few minutes. "Was it really necessary to bring that back up, again?"
"I think so." Harry abruptly pulled away and not just physically. He walked to the edge of the pool and stared into the deep green depths. "Why did you?"
"Why did I what Harry? Let all the little guys use my body? Call it an incentive plan. Build the way for the era of Harry. Successfully arranging alliances, like a good sidekick is suppose to."
"Your father does this, too?"
"He use to. It obviously isn't needful anymore. I hear he still does occasionally when someone new in the Ministry needs convincing." Draco plucked at the leaves of some various trailing vine.
"It's awfully…distasteful." He scrunches his nose in that adorable Harry way and glances at me. "I watched sometimes you know?"
"HUHN? You watched! How?"
He laughs at that like it was incredibly funny. "Stupid question Draco."
"Then why?"
He smiles an honest, well meant smile and sits beside me again. "Because they are a disgraceful lot, my father's thugs are. I wanted to make sure they didn't hurt you. Sometimes you remind me of a lily. Some exotic flower that I'd be afraid to touch for fear of making it wilt away. You look so fragile, like moonbeams woven into some ethereal being. Like the fey creatures father use to read to me about." A hand slipped past my face to cradle my cheek in it's warm palm. It was my turn to nuzzle like a contented cat.
"Maybe I look like glass but I am not Harry…Why else would I be following in my father's footsteps? I hope I fill out like my father."
Harry chuckles. "Yeah cause you look like a skinny, pale, shrimp at the moment."
"Hey! What happened to being ethereal, and lily-like?"
"Tender moment passed. I remembered who you are."
"Prat."
"You love me, just admit it," Harry grins.
"Yeah right. You are out of your mind."
"Boys?"
"Father?" I turn and gaze up at the intruder.
"Whatever are you boys up to? Rolling around on the grass and messing your clothes aside," Lucius murmurs.
Harry smiles that beautifully cunning smiling. "Oh nothing… nothing at all."
"Smile yourself silly boy, but I raised you, therefore I know you. And as partial parent to you I am granted immunity to all you wiles. "
"Wiles? What wiles? I possess nothing but mere humanly charm. Charisma, even. But none of these dastardly wiles!"
"Like I said, save the 'charm' for someone who believes you."
"Whatever, " Harry conceded with surprisingly little difficulty. "Were you looking for us specifically, or did you merely stumble upon us?"
"Looking for you specifically. Your father and I have some lessons for the both of you this afternoon, shortly after one. Meet us in the dueling room." Lucius bowed regally and made a silent departure.
"Hmm, I wonder what that was all about?" I look at Harry who is following my father's progress across the sloping lawn back to the mansion.
"No idea, has to be rather interesting considering the secrecy though." Harry mused silently to himself for a short while before emerald eyes returned to me. He cast his typical smirk my way. "Oh, and don't think I did not notice that brilliant but inefficient ploy to change the subject, Draco Malfoy."
"Would it help if I said I was born for you and everything and one else means nothing to me?" I bat my eyes prettily.
"No, you'll have to better than that to prove you above all else deserve my virginity. Being as it is the only innocence in me, I value it as a rather high priced luxury. So you will have to do much better."
"You just want me to suck up to you."
"I can have that any day of the week," Harry returns smoothly standing to his rather impressive height of five foot ten. He takes a moment to brush of the few stray blades of grass before abruptly walking off without another word.