A/N: I want to clarify that Harry Potter does not belong to me that my fanfictions are meant to be entertaining and fun to read. I'm not trying to make everthing make sense and if I want to make the Weasley's and Dursley's be paid then I can. That's the fun of fanfiction. Making it into whatever you want it to be!
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Harry groaned in pain. It hurt to move, even breathe. Uncle Vernon found out Sirius had died and found great enjoyment in beating him. His head was pounding and he knew he had broken ribs. He could feel the blood soaking his shirt from the lashes he got. Harry knew Dumbledore is paying the Dursley's with his own money. Vernon took pleasure in taunting him that even the great wizard didn't want him around.
He knew that his friends were being paid. Sirius enlightened him of that fact and made him suspicious about the man's death. Harry didn't want to fight anymore. He wanted to die. Having nothing to live for, he made up his mind.
Harry got up slowly taking deep breaths. He stumbled out of his cupboard and went outside. When he saw Tonks lying unconscious, he knew his prayers were answered. There were death eaters here. He slowly walked towards the auror and sighed in relief when he saw Bellatrix. The anger at her wasn't present. The desire to die overtook the desire to kill her.
Bellatrix looked at him and cackled. "Looky here. We have itty bitty Potter. Do you wanna play?"
Harry dropped to his knees and hissed in pain. He hung his head and whispered, "Kill me."
He heard a sharp inhale. "What did you say Potter?"
"I said kill me," Harry croaked. He hoped Bellatrix didn't crucio him, but if he died in the end he couldn't bring himself to care.
Before he could beg, he could feel himself lose consciousness. He smiled and embraced the darkness.
When Harry woke up, he was disappointed. Although he was thankful he his hurt anymore, he wanted to be dead. He opened his eyes slowly, and saw two figures talking in front of him.
"Why am I alive? I wanted to die."
One of them turned and Harry saw it was Bellatrix Lestrange. She looked less like the crazy woman he saw not too long ago and more like a concerned mother. He inwardly gasped. There's no way Bellatrix Lestrange feels more sympathy for him than the light has ever given him.
"Where am I?" Harry demanded. He didn't recognize the man besides Bellatrix, but guessed it was her husband.
Bellatrix cocked her head to the side. "You're at Lestrange Manor."
When he went to sit up, Bellatrix immediately rushed to his side and helped him. Harry looked at her confused. "Why am I alive,' he repeated.'I don't want to be alive. Kill me or I wil do it myself."
Both of the Lestrange' looked shocked. They were at a loss for words and didn't know how to respond. It was sad that the teen was suicidal and was heartbroken enough to take that step.
Harry was confused and he was frustrated. Why are they torturing him? Why can't they just kill him and get it over with?
He went to get up and hissed in pain. He ignored the looks the man and woman gave each other. He got to his feet and clutched at his ribs. He stumbled and started to fall. He felt hands grab him and tensed. Harry tried to get away and run. All he could was struggle and that put him in even more pain. He eventually gave up and sagged into the hands that were holding him up. "Why did you save me?" He brokenly whispered. To his utter horror, he started to cry. He cried for Sirius, for the only family he could've had. He cried for himself because he didn't know his life could get better. It seemed to all fall apart and he wanted peace.
He was held by Rodolphus and he curled into him. At this point, he just wanted to feel something.
Time passed slowly and his sobs turned to sniffles. Harry leaned back and his eyes widened. He tried to get out of the hands once again. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to cry all over you."
"It's okay,' Rodolphus soothed. His rough voiced calmed him. Harry was embarassed, but stopped struggling.
"You never answered my question," Harry stated.
When he looked up, he saw Bellatrix standing near him and he tensed. Now that his head was clear, all he could think of was her killing Sirius. Both of the Lestranges' stayed quiet. It was starting to make him angry that they weren't answering his questions.
The words that shocked them out of their silence was the menacing words spoken by Harry. "You killed Sirius."
They were both taken aback. "I missed."
Now that left Harry breathless. "What?"
Bellatrix came closer and knelt down next to her husband and Harry. "I loved my cousin. I know it may not look like it, but family is everything to me Harry. I would never kill my blood or those I call my own.
Harry's mind was reeling. Was she telling the truth? Or was it the truth? Harry admitted to himself that the dark has never lied to him. It was always the light lying and telling him what to do.
"Say I believe you, what would happen?" He asked nervously.
Bellatrix hesitated, but was encouraged by her husbands nod. "We want to adopt you."
Harry's jaw dropped. What? Adopt?
"Why?" he asked suspiciously.
This time, it was Rodolphus that answered. "We have always wanted children, but Molly Weasley had done damage to Bella's womb. We believe it was Dumbledore to give her that spell."
Harry snuck a glance at Bellatrix and saw her hands clenched and murder in her eyes. Harry knew then that they were telling the truth. Although he was apprehensive about the adoption, he was willing to listen to them.
Harry shifted and winced. "Can I get a pain potion?"
Bellatrix immediately went to the cabinet in the corner and gtrabbed the potion. He smiled gratefully at her and drank the potion. He sagged in relief and his eyes started to drop. He's not feeling his best and was exhausted after staying up for about an hour.
He felt himself being picked up and carried to the bed. As he was put down softly he whispered, "I believe you."
He fell asleep and Rodolphus saw his wife beam at the boy hopefully. She turned to her husband and said, "Do you think he'll say yes to us adopting him?"
Rodolphus thought about it. "I think he's very suspicious about that part. He is most likely expecting us to hurt him. You have to remember Bella, he was abused by his family. That kind of pain doesn't go away.
Bellatrix nodded and they both headed out of the room. They were trying to figure out what to say to the Dark Lord. They need to get him to understand the situation. It was going to be a long night for them.
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Harry woke up once again and he squinted as the sun beamed in his face. He relaxed and thought about everything that was said to him last night. Harry was still confused about the adoption, but he can't deny that he wanted a family. A real one. But what if they are trying to get him to trust them and they hand him over to Voldemort? I think the real question is, why is he considering the adoption? These are still the people who tortured the Longbottoms into insanity. Before he talked further or made any decisions, they needed to answer his questions.
He nodded to himself and carefully sat up. His ribs still hurt like hell, but there wasn't all consuming pain. His back seemed to be almost healed. So did his ribs. He got a good look at the room and it was beautiful. It was a big room and the walls were a light grey. The wardrobe and bed were black. He aslo noticed an empty bookcase and next to it was a bookcase filled with books. He looked down at the covers and smiled. It was his favorite color, green. It was a very Slytherin room and it made him comfortable. After all, he was supposed to be in Slytherin. He vaguely wondered if he could get resorted, but didn't put too much thought into it. He wasn't even sure what he was going to do with the Lestranges.
He slowly walked to the wardrobe and grabbed something quick to wear. It was a dark green shirt with black slacks. He also put on a dark green robe that matched well with his eyes. Harry felt uncomfortable in clothes that looked quite expensive, but ignored it.
Once he was done, he slowly walked to the door. Before he could open it, an elf popped into the room making him jump.
"I am Fay and I was told to assist you Master Hadrian," the elf said. Harry was shocked at how well the house elf talked. It was obvious that Fay was treated well. She was wearing a dark blue blouse with trousers. Harry could see a pin on the corner of her blouse that was the Lestrange family crest.
"It's just Harry," He said awkwardly. How did they even know his real name? "Where are the Lestranges?"
Fay tilted her head. "Which ones?"
"There are multiple?" Harry asked alarmed. He was only aware of Bellatrix and the brothers.
Fay played with her hands and was starting to get anxious. "I'll take you to the head master now."
Harry followed the elf, still entirely confused about the entire situation. As they walked, he saw multiples portraits in the hallway. It was amazing to see the rich history of this place and he was grudgingly impressed and jealous. He wished he had a history of family like this.
He admired the grandness of everything. It reminded him of the Malfoy's to be honest. Everything screamed 'we have money' but it also gave off a feeling of familiarity. Home.
He was shook out of his thought by Fay stopping outside of a double door. She pushed open the doors and it took everything in Harry not to let his jaw drop. Around the dining table, were more people than he expected. At the head table, he saw a man who looked identical to Rodolphus and Rabastan. It had to be their father. Next to him was a beautiful woman with chesnut hair and the dark blue eyes she shares with her sons, if this was their mother. Bellatrix, Rodolphus, and Rabastan were seated on the same side. Opposite of them were two men and their young son, presumedly. The man on the far left of the small boy had the woman's chestnut hair, but had his father's black eyes. He was quite muscled and looked intimidating. It was a different look to his brothers who were more slim. The man next to him had black hair that was neatly tied to the side of his head. He also had chocolate brown eyes. Their son was a perfect mix of both of them .He looked aobut 3 or 4 and was staring at him in curiosity.
Actually, all of them were staring at him curiously. He immediately drew his shoulders back and tried to ignore the pain that shot up in his back. He didn't want to seem meek in front of all of these Lestranges.
Rodolphus casually walked up to him. "Would you like to eat breakfast with us?"
Harry hesitated, looking at all of the curious eyes. "Sure."
There were two empty seats. One besides the small boy and one next to Bellatrix. Before he could make a decision the little boy said loudly, "I want him to sit next to me."
Harry let a small smile grace his face and sat next to the child. He ignored everyone's shocked glances and focused on the child. "What's your name?" Harry asked softly.
The boy beamed and said, "My name is Michael Cameron Lestrange." He had a slight lisp, but it just served to make him adorable.
"What's your name?" Michael asked.
Harry stuck out his hand and noticed Michael immediately put his hand in his. Harry inwardly smiled. "I'm Hadrian. Hadrian Potter."
Michael clapped his hands and stood on his chair. He ignored his parents telling him to sit and put his hands on either side of Harry's cheek. Harry thought that he was too trusting, but was too shocked to do anything further. Michael leaned closer and said in a squeal, "You have pwetty eyes! I want them!" He pouted at the last part. He sat back down on his chair and crossed his little arms.
Harry felt himself soften and he laughed. He shocked everyone at the table and they all started to laugh with him. The man with the neatly tied hair, reached his hand out to Harry. "I'm Kieran and this is my husband, ' he motioned to the intimidating man,'Cameron Lestrange."
He took Kieran's hand and said, "It's nice to meet you. Your son is adorable."
That seemed to make Cameron smile. "Thank you." He seemed like a man of few words and it made Harry relax.
A deep voice immediately brought his eyes to the head of the table. "I'm Mathias and this is my lovely wife Ophelia."
Harry nodded politely to both of them. He was at a loss at what to say. "It's nice to meet you both also. I have to admit, I didn't think there were more Lestranges."
Mathias laughed gruffly. "Not a lot of people do Hadrian. It's to keep our family safe."
Harry nodded. He understood why they were kept secret. Food was served and everyone around him fell into conversations with each other. Harry looked to his left and was amused at Michael.
"But mummy his eyes are so pwetty. Mine are boring," the poor boy was close to crying.
Before Kieran could say anything, Harry spoke. "Don't say that. Your eyes are very beautiful."
Michael perked up. "Weally?"
"Of course! Be proud that you have your mummy's eyes," Harry smiled sadly.
"Does your mummy have gween eyes to?" Michael asked curiously.
Harry stiffened and snuck a glance at Cameron and Kieran who were watching him. "Yes she did and I am proud that I was able to have something of hers."
Michael seemed content and happy with what was said and went back to him meal. Harry let out a breath. He continued to pick at his food and barely eat. His stomach couldn't handle too much food at a time. He was oblivious to the concerned glances that the people around him were sending him.
When they were all finished, Harry was directed to the sitting room. Bellatrix, unable to hold it in anymore blurted, "Will you let us adopt you?"