Section: Harry Potter
Pairing: Voldemort/ Tom Riddle Jr. X Harry Potter
Genre: Romance/Supernatural
Summary: The summer after his fourth year Harry gets the memories and abilities of two different people who lived in different times. When he makes sense of them, he realizes that his life can never be easy.
Warning: Reincarnation, Slash, Incest, Necromancer! Seer! Harry, Mentions of Mpreg

Chapter Two

Albus Dumbledore, one of the best wizards alive, if not the best, rumored to be the only one the late Dark Lord had ever feared, stared forlornly out of the window of his office as he chewed on his favorite sweet, a lemon drop. Two years before he had realized just how much he had failed a poor little boy and his deceased parents; he had let one of his students, the one little boy he had started to think as his own child, die. If only he had been more careful; if only he had listened to the concerns of his Transfiguration Professor about the boy's relatives all those years before, then none of this would have happened.

Not only had he caused the unfortunate death of his favorite little boy but he had also caused Harry's friends so much hurt. The Weasley family was devastated, along with Miss Granger. There was also the poor boy's godfather. The poor man who had already suffered a lot all those years had to find the last reminder of his dear friends gone. Sirius had not been the same since he had learned of his godson's unfortunate early demise. He had locked himself in his town house, which he also let the Order use as Headquarters, and only his last friend, Remus Lupin, was keeping him sane.

If only Albus had acted earlier. He should have realized that there had been something wrong in Harry's living arrangements as since his first year at Hogwarts the child had been asking him not to send him back to that house. If only he had gone to make sure the child was alright himself.

The old man quickly shook his head. It was no time to be lamenting. True, Harry Potter's death was going to haunt him as mush as his own sister's, Arianna, had for all those years but for now he had better things to do. Tom had been quiet for two years now and Albus knew that the deranged Dark Lord should be preparing something grand and nefarious for the near future. He had to be ready for whatever the younger man would throw at him.

As he was turning away from the window, he saw a small dot coming towards the castle, far in the sky. Squinting, Albus saw the dot increase in size until he could make out an eagle owl coming his way. The owl landed on the windowsill and hooted imperiously as it ruffled its feathers, a leg sticking out towards him. Not batting an eye, the old Headmaster released the letter from the bird's leg, absently wondering who it was from.

"Albus Dumbledore
Hogwarts Headmaster
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry" was written on the parchment. Turning it over, Albus saw the letter sealed close with red wax; the coat of arms that had been stamped seemed vaguely familiar. With raised eyebrows, he broke the wax, and opened the letter.

Dear Headmaster,

I write to you to inquire on a late admission to the school. I have been homeschooled for as long as I can remember and would greatly delight in completing my final studies at such an honorable school as yours, with other people my age. I have to admit that I have never taken the OWLs examinations for I have practically never really left my place of residence for years.

Would it still be possible for me to complete my schooling at Hogwarts?

Yours Sincerely,

Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Feim

Hericles Callirrhoe Feim

To say that Albus Dumbledore was stunned would be an understatement. His eyebrows had reach his hairline at the beginning of the letter (it was not everyday someone asked to come to Hogwarts after the first year; it was practically unheard of) and his jaw had completely dropped when he had reached the end.

Feim. Who could ever forget the House of Feim? They were well-known for being the most neutral House for centuries. Even the Greengrass, who called themselves neutral and never took sides in either war – against Grindelwald and then Voldemort – leaned most towards the Dark. The Feim on the other hand were famous for producing both Light and Dark wizards and witches, but still never took a side.

Furthermore, they were very famous for their Divination abilities. If he could remember correctly, the last Feim had been a very kind-hearted girl named Maricela who had come to Hogwarts nearly twenty years ago. She had been particularly gifted in the art of Divination and Albus had considered offering her the post of the Divination Professor when she had left school; but then she had completely disappeared off the face of the Earth not eighteen years ago.

Albus remembered how her whole family had been killed by Voldemort when she had been in her last year at Hogwarts for refusing to join him and aid his campaign. She had not seemed surprised though when she had been informed; merely saddened and resigned.

Hericles Feim could very well be a relation, a son even. Who was Albus to refuse a child admittance to the school anyway? And if he was also helping Miss Feim's son at the same time, it would be even better.

Looking up, he found the eagle owl sharing Fawkes' perch with said Phoenix. Well, if Fawkes, a creature that could detect any ill-intent was so comfortable with the owl, then its owner could not be that bad. It was only the first week of the summer holidays and if young Mr. Feim took his OWLs during the next few months, then it would be no problem to place him in the right class.

As the owl hooted at him, Albus smiled. "Well, would you like to send a letter back to your owner for me?"

Number Twelve Grimmauld Place was as dark and gloomy as it had always been but for two years the atmosphere was even more depressing and miserable. The owner of the house kept skulking around with a dark look on his face, the joy that had once been present on his face years before had not touched his person for a couple of years; since the day he had learned that his precious godson had died.

Sirius Black kept blaming himself for abandoning his duties as the child's godfather all those years ago by chasing after the traitor, instead of making sure his friends' child was alright. If he had not gotten himself incarcerated he should have been the one taking care of his godson, not those despicable muggles. Instead his precious godson, the child he had started to think as his own, had spent his childhood in hell.

The Weasleys, who were staying with him, had not been the same too. They also blamed themselves for not realizing that their almost-brother/son was being abused. Fred, George and Ron, the three youngest sons, felt even guiltier as they had seen the bars and locks keeping Harry in his room all those years ago. They had never thought to tell their parents, thinking it was a muggle practice.

Remus Lupin felt no different. He felt that he should have known that something had been wrong with his best friends' child when he had taught him in his third year; the child had been too small for his age, smaller than some of the first years even. Both of his parents had been taller but Remus had not even thought of that. Though he wanted to act like his last remaining friend, burying himself in his shame and guilt and sadness, he had to be strong, if at least for Sirius.

The werewolf sighed as he made his way to the library where he had left one of his books earlier in the day. As he grabbed the think leather-bound book off a table, his eyes caught sight of the Black Family Tapestry that they had stowed away there at the beginning of the year. He absently let his eyes roam over the different names until they reached where his best friend's should be. At seeing the burnt mark instead, he could not help the wry grin from his face; only Sirius could anger his mother enough to be blasted from the family tree.

Suddenly he frowned as he noticed a strange marking beside the scorched mark. He walked closer and squinted. There seemed to be some writing connected to where Sirius name should be, going below. Looking at the other names, he found that only happened when a Black… had a child.

He shook his head. No that was impossible. Sirius never had a child.

He turned back to blackened mark and squinted. The writings were too pale for him to make out but they did seem like… a name. No way. Did Sirius actually have a child? Remus had never been told. Maybe Sirius did have a child but he had not known? It was possible, especially since the man had been sleeping around a lot in his youth. It was not that far-fetched to believe that he had impregnated one of his many one-night stands.

"Sirius… Sirius! SIRIUS!" he called, his eyes not leaving the tapestry.

"What are you hollering about?" Molly Weasley's voice sounded behind him. He turned and saw the plump woman entering the library with a disapproving frown, hands on her hips.

"Molly!" he exclaimed, surprised. Shaking his head, he said urgently, "I need Sirius here right now. Have you seen him?"

"That is no need to scream like that as if you are being tortured!" she huffed, before her face softened. "He must be in drawing room. When I came up he was there."

Remus smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. And thank you, Molly." Not waiting for her to reply, the werewolf practically dashed from the room and ran down the stairs. He found his friends like Molly had said, in the drawing room. He was sitting on an armchair, absently gazing at the group of teens playing exploding snap. "Sirius!" he called, slightly louder than he had intended by how the other occupants of the room turned to him in slight surprise. Remus shot the teens an apologetic smile before turning back to his friend.

Sirius looked up at him gloomily. "What?"

"Come on, you have to see this." Grabbing his friend's hand, he dragged him from the room, ignoring his half-hearted protests. He did not know if the prospect of having a child could bring Sirius' mood up, but at least he could try. He ignored the footsteps coming from behind him; most likely the children's curiosity was sparked again.

"What is it, Moony?" Sirius rasped as they entered the library and stopped in from of the tapestry.

"Look!"

Sirius turned to the tapestry and scowled. "What? It's just that old thing. You dragged me here for that?"

Remus rolled his eyes. "Not that, you prat. Look, here." He pointed at the small faded writings." Sirius looked at him weirdly.

"That's from when that old hag blasted me off the tree," he deadpanned.

The werewolf could only sigh. "Not that. This." He grabbed his friend's head and shoved him right in of the burnt mark before pointing directly to the anomaly.

Sirius frowned and peered at what could have caught his friend's undivided attention. He froze, rubbed his eyes and then… he gapped. "No way…"

"Um… what's wrong?" he heard a small voice behind him but he paid it no mind, too busy gawping. He grabbed his wand (it was actually a replacement wand since his was still confiscated by the Ministry. After all those years they still thought him to be a murderer and the Potters' ex-Secret Keeper) and shot spell a where his name should be.

Technically it should put his name back on the family tree. It was very much possible since he had not officially been disowned and only the Lord of the House could really remove someone from the family tapestry – and his mother had not been. He had not bothered with the spell before more for a symbolic reason than anything else (he had been able to escape his dark family through his own means and he was nothing like the rest of them) but it was another thing completely if his suspicions were true about what he thought it was that had caught Remus' attention.

He waited in anticipation, his eyes glued to that dark spot and he could literally feel his remaining best friend breathing down his neck. The dark burnt mark vanished little by little, leaving his full name in its wake, but it was not what had caught his attention. Another name appeared, darkening in colour until Sirius could make it out. It was the only additional one, with none to Sirius' side, meaning the child had been made out of wedlock.

Hericles Callirrhoe Feim-Black

"Oi! Guys, what's wrong?" one of the twins asked.

Involuntarily, the werewolf's mouth opened and said what Sirius could not bring himself to say, "Sirius has a kid."

Pause. Stunned silence.

"WHAT!?"

Sirius Orion Black, convicted murderer and betrayer… fainted.

Do leave behind a review and tell me your thoughts and opinions.

This chapter is only a view in the reactions of the others about Harry's death and is also an introduction of sorts for when Hericles enters. I know the 'Kids' are not seen much here but they are not important for this chapter. They will have more important roles later.

I don't really like bashing much, so long the character is not purely idiotic (if Lockhart was here it's not like I'm going to portray him as a genius or something), so you'll not find much bashing in my stories. If someone is 'good' but is still 'on the other side' and I need someone to kill, I'd still kill that person while portraying him/her as being 'good'.

I will update each time I finish a new chapter, so it may take days, weeks or months. It depends on the amount of free time I have and my mood in writing. So, really, I have no specific schedule but I will try to be as quick as possible. Trust me, I know your frustration.

Thank you for reading and, as I said above, please leave behind a review. I am quite ambitious and would Siriusly love to get lots and lots of reviews!

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