Name: Dark Heir
Rating: M for Male/Male, gay, slash content, language, and some violence. If any of these things offend you, then DO NOT READ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Synopsis: Harry and Draco get paired together in a new class at Hogwarts. They hate eachother, but they soon learn that fate has thrown them together and a mysterious new prophecy holds the key to their future and that of the wizarding world.
Disclaimers: Everything (characters, settings) belong to J.K Rowling.
A/N: Hello all. This is a Harry/Draco fic that I have been working on for a long time now. Thanks for reading, hope you like it ;).
Dark Heir
Prologue:
Deep in the shadows of their secret meeting place a cloaked figure waited impatiently for his accomplice to arrive. He idly stroked his wand and grinned wickedly as he thought about what had been accomplished tonight. That is, if all went according to plan, he thought to himself with a frown. A loud cracking noise startled him as his accomplice apparated in front of him. "Well?" he demanded of the man as he quickly regained his composure.
"It is done my Lord," said the man as he bowed before him.
"All of it? The memory charms and everything?" he demanded.
The other man nodded. "Yes," he replied. "The potions were drunk, the ritual was performed, and then their memories were erased," he said recounting all of it back to the Dark Lord.
"And you witnessed the whole thing to be sure it was done properly?" he asked of his accomplice.
The other man cringed slightly as he thought about the foul dark ceremony he had witnessed that night. "Yes," he replied again.
The Dark Lord noticed the grimace on the other man's face and let out a wicked laugh. "I told you, you didn't have to–,"
"No," the other man interrupted. "I did. There had to be a witness and it had to be me. There's no way I would let anyone else witness it but myself. He's my son!" he said and looked away in disgust. "I just wish there had been some other way..."
"You know that there isn't! That is the only known spell of that nature! The Prophecy must come true and that was the only way," stated the Dark Lord coldly.
"I hope you're right about that Prophecy. It has the potential to destroy you and everything we've worked for," he said plainly.
"Enough of this! How dare you doubt me? I witnessed the prophecy's telling myself. It was given by the same Seer that gave the Prophecy about me and Potter. It is the only hope I have of ever destroying him," he said, his voice shaking with anger.
The other man clenched his jaw and nodded but didn't say anything.
"And what of the girl?" the Dark Lord demanded.
"She is in my safekeeping. I told you, she will do whatever I ask. She is enamored with me, and more than happy to serve you," he said meeting the Dark Lord's gaze sqaurely.
"Good, I'm leaving it up to you to see to that she is properly taken care of and kept in line. Do not disappoint me," he said menacingly.
"Yes, my Lord."
"Well then, I guess now we just wait. I will expect daily reports from you until it is time. You may go now," he said giving the other man his leave.
"Yes my Lord," replied the accomplice and with a popping sound he disappeared.