Family is Never Left Behind
Summary: Harry practices his spells, Snape is summoned, and the Riddles meet for the first time in fifteen years.
Notes: I think I'll post two chapters a day to make up for the extreme shortness of the chapters.
Harrison was slowly getting used to the fact that he wasn't the son of James Potter. He knew his thoughts were changing from the manipulated Golden boy to the free son of the Dark Lord.
The fact that he was a Horcrux didn't scare him much. Instead, it made him feel special. Of course, he couldn't blame anyone but Dumbledore for becoming one because he was the one to orchestrate the attack on Halloween.
Speaking of Halloween, it seemed reasonable that the only way for a powerful man to attack his son was to be manipulated into doing it. Harrison guessed he had been placed under severe compulsions and potions in order for for that to happen.
Harrison was currently in the Gryffindor dormitory with Ron sleeping in the bed across from him. He had the curtains pulled tightly closed around his bed with a Sticking Charm and several wandlessly-made silencing spells. He had his hand outstretched and was practicing his wandless and wordless magic.
Lumos.
A sputter of light flared to life right above his palm.
Harrison sighed. He needed to work on focusing on his magic. Since he'd been under many compulsions, he was out of practice and it annoyed him.
Lumos!
A ball of light brightened before his eyes and he let out a quiet laugh.
He focused on the light above his palm and wished it dimmer. The light obeyed.
Noting his sudden exhaustion, Harrison cancelled the spell and lay back down onto his pillow.
Suddenly, his scar flared to life and he groaned aloud, bringing a hand to it. It pulsed in time with his heartbeat. He guessed Voldemort - his father - was not in a good mood. Harrison didn't know if his father had compulsions like he had, but if he did they must've worn off by now. And maybe he was reacting to it.
His scar gave another nasty flash of pain. It was worse than the first one.
He pulled his hand away to see blood dribbling down it. His scar was bleeding. It'd never done anything like that before. Strange. Suddenly, without warning, his vision fell apart and tunneled to reveal a room. It had a large desk with a window behind it. Looking down, he saw that he was in the body of his father.
His father turned to a mirror standing by the doorway, and approached it.
His father smiled. "My son... I know you see through my eyes."
Harrison was pulled from the the vision to find that he had fallen off the bed and onto the floor. Gasping, he stood and went for his trunk to pull out his Invisibility Cloak, throwing it over his shoulders. He glanced at a sleeping Ron and studied him. Harrison noticed that Ron wasn't snoring. His friend's eyelids fluttered.
Harrison smiled. His 'friend' was awake. Laughing silently, he draped the Cloak over his head and departed the dormitory. Once he'd left the Gryffindor Tower, he ran in a full sprint. Keeping his breathing shallow, he made his way down the dungeons and knocked on Professor Snape's door, pulling off the Cloak enough to see him well enough.
Said Professor opened it. He had the doorknob in one hand and a bone-white mask in the other.
Harrison smiled. He was being summoned.
Snape nodded once and grabbed ahold of Harrison's arm and they made their way down several corridors to the large bridge that overlooked a deep, gaping chasm. They walked across it and walked away from the castle until they stepped past the wards. Once they had passed the wards, Snape tightened his grip and spun on the spot to Disapparate.
Harrison and Snape entered Malfoy Manor and found themselves in the sitting room. The fire was blazing and someone was sitting in a tall chair, facing away from them. Another was sitting in the chair across from the other.
Harrison's scar was throbbing, so he knew who it was. And he was very nervous. Heck, the last time he'd seen his father and mother was when he was a little boy. Not even two years old!
Snape gave Harrison an encouraging squeeze on the shoulder as the figures stood from their chairs. One was in a wizard suit with their hair combed neatly. The other was in a flowing dress with their hair tied up in a curly bun. Harrison gulped, trying to keep the anxiety away. He was almost shaking with nerves..
The figures turned to Harry.
Father, mother and son stood by the fireplace staring at each other.
Harrison swallowed. "Tom. Bellatrix."
Tom Riddle smiled. "Harrison."
Bellatrix burst into tears.