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Chapter Four
Childcare
Fear…
Everybody thinks they know how fear feels.
He'd like to think he wasn't afraid when in reality he was terrified. Never before did he feel such fear. And never because of his father.
Now, while one—that is, Draco—might think being a Dark Lord's son was a gift of the highest magnitude, Harrison had a different opinion.
Who's going to stop your dad from killing you if he's the Dark Lord? Exactly—nobody.
Harrison swallowed as he exchanged glances with Bella, who was the only other person present in the spacious study beside his father, kneeling on the floor in her beautiful, dark green robes.
"So, let me congratulate you both on being the two most imbecilic individuals I have ever had the pleasure of meeting in my whole life." His father was walking slowly before them, from right to left and back, playing with his yew wand, his voice dangerously calm, his robes sliding behind him. "I would have thought I knew how far stupidity could reach, but you two really surprised me today." The Dark Lord slowly clapped several times, sending shivers through Harrison's body. "Bravo."
They were in trouble.
And for real this time, Harrison thought with fright, while standing calmly before the Dark Lord. He was anything but calm, but his posture could not change, as then it would only add to the punishment, which was going to be brutal as it was.
Why, oh why, was he such an idiot! Who made him manipulate Bella into allowing this to happen?
Right, nobody. He knew what he was doing when he made Bella go with him to the muggle world and land them in their current situation.
"I must confess I find myself at a loss at this situation, so I want you two cretins to try and explain to me"—his father split his attention between the shivering Bella and him—"HOW THIS HAS HAPPENED?!
Harrison's breath caught in his throat, heart hammering in his chest. Liquid fear filled every cell of his body, and Harrison finally understood why Death Eaters were so terribly afraid of his father. Seeing him torture, and having him almost torture you was a big difference. The first was ecstatic and the second horrifying.
He was so fucked.
"My Lord," Bellatrix started first, always ready to defend him. He was the reason why Bella would get tortured in the next few minutes, possibly to death. Knowing his father, Harrison gave him a ten out of ten—more like a thousand out of ten—on his rage-meter. "It was my idea, Master, to show Harrison how to cast curses on Muggles." Bella's beautiful face was framed with dark, curly hair as she begged the Dark Lord for Harrison. "My fault, my Lord. Only mine.
Oh Bella…Such a liar. It had been his idea and he had to persuade her for almost a month to get along with his plan.
He had seen how Cruciatus was cast since he was what, four? Now he was almost eleven—ten and five months—but what mattered was that he had never tried to cast any dark spell on any living creature. Not that he didn't want to, but because father forbade it. And being the jackass that he was, sure enough he had now done just the opposite.
He rather liked the house-elves and refused to use curses on them, and that was why he did what he did.
Father was now looking at him, rage evident only for him. The others would see a calm Dark Lord, but inside said Lord was burning with rage and anger. And worry.
"What were you thinking, Harrison?!" His father grabbed his face, looking at him with such a disappointed expression that Harrison wanted to cry. The red eyes for the first time held no warmth, no trace of his father—only of a Dark Lord.
"I didn't think—," Whatever he wanted to say was cut off by his father's hand on his throat.
"That's exactly what happened, Harrison." With the index finger of his other hand his father poked him in the head at the words, the voice chilled Harrison to his bones. He wanted to say sorry, but it would not solve anything. "You didn't think."
"I spent the last ten years doing everything possible and impossible to hide you, only for you two morons to undo everything in one damn day!"
He fucked up so badly!
"I have always respected your privacy, my sweet child, but now you've forced my hand." The red eyes were burning like Harrison has never seen before. "Father…"
"Legilimency!"
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"Please!" He sounded so pathetic, but he knew how close he was to get his long awaited "yes". It had to be today as tonight the Dark Lord was away from the manor and Britain.
"No, no, no." Bella kept shaking her head, turning away from him, doing her best to resist him. "The Dark Lord said no, and I cannot do anything about it, Harrison. Don't ask me anymore." She was fighting a fight she could not win when Harrison gently touched her elbow. "Please." And the victory was his with the next uttered word. "Mum."
Bellatrix had such a serene expression on her face that for a second Harrison felt ashamed. He knew she loved him more than her life, even if she wasn't his mother. He knew about Lily, and he didn't care about the Mudblood, but he cared about Bella.
And still, he was manipulating her even better than his father could.
Dark brown eyes were looking at him, emotions swirling in their depths.
"Take the cloak," Bella finally said, and Harrison almost ran to his blue cloak. "The green one, it looks better on you." Ah, Bella…
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They were in some abandoned part of the city, walking slowly towards some sort of a warehouse.
On the steps of the old, creepy looking warehouse sat several drunken men—muggles—who didn't seem to care about anything but their booze.
Stupid shits.
"Now, my sweet, I will cast the curse and then you'll repeat it." Bella's quiet voice had a teaching note in it, and Harrison listened happily. "Understood." His wand was crappy and didn't fit him at all, but then again it wasn't his but one that belonged to one of the late victims of his parents. The only wand that fit him was his father's, which meant he couldn't use it for anything really dark, as father forbade it. Who would have thought that the Dark Lord would deny his heir in casting Dark curses?
He had to wait for his wand until he turned eleven.
"Aye, pretty! Come to papa!" One of the drunken worms leered at Bella, who smiled in return. Stupid muggle actually smiled back, not knowing that when Bella smiled, it was good for Harrison and the Dark Lord only. For the rest of the world it meant pain.
"Stupefy!" Seconds later all drunken men ceased moving, expect for the one who had just smiled at Bella.
"Wand up, left and sharp down," Bella patiently explained to Harrison, who watched her wand movement very closely. "Omarilo!"
The muggle's head was suddenly severed from his body, and rolled towards Harrison, who was watching the act with an amazed smile on his face. "Merlin's shit!"
Bella cackled, before turning all serious. "Language, Harrison."
"Yes, mum." He would call her mum all day so she wouldn't feel too bad about going against the Dark Lord wishes. Harrison kicked the head as it rolled close enough to him, making it fly towards the bushes.
"Don't go for the head, my darling. No killing, remember?" Bella actually sounded petulant, and Harrison knew that if Bella had been in charge of his education, he'd been throwing Avada since the age of three.
Too bad the Dark Lord forbade almost all high level dark curses. What his father didn't know wouldn't hurt him, Harrison thought happily while training his wand on another muggle.
"Omarilo!"
He tried to go for the leg of the drunken worm, and somehow it didn't come right. All legs and hands were town away, leaving the muggle lying on the ground limbless.
"Shit!" Harrison exclaimed, looking at Bella through his eyelashes, worried about her reaction.
He didn't need to worry as Bella looked like Christmas came early, a mad glint now shining in her eyes. "You're magnificent, my child! You are so powerful!" Suddenly, a mad laugh left Bella's lips. "Oh, I will enjoy it so much when you're allowed to use all Dark spells! We'll have so much fun together!"
Awesome, that meant he was allowed to continue his fun. Thank Merlin for Bella!
"Now," Bella's voice became excited and had elevated notes it in. She didn't even reprimand his language. "Let's try a small explosion spell, shall we?" Even if he said no, Bella would go on now. He just loved that woman!
"Wand sharp left and up. Explosio Maligne!"
Harrison was ready to dance in joy as he watched two muggles being blown up, gore and blood flying in every direction.
He knew most of the light spells and a huge amount of theory on dark curses, but theory and practice were two different things.
He kept his wand tight, and pointed at the warehouse. I want the first floor to blow up, he thought.
"Explosio Maligne!"
"Watch out!" Bella screamed, suddenly grasping his hand, and apparating them away from the four-store building that went crashing down.
They landed somewhere else, Bella giggling like mad, shooting him amazed glances.
Harrison was smiling like an idiot himself. He had never felt such a rush before. He wanted more.
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It was still night when Harrison and Bella moved to their last destination, some park somewhere in muggle London.
More and more drunken worms met their end during the last hours, and Harrison couldn't stop feeling high.
That felt so good!
"I want to cast my favourite, but I must not. I must not," Bella kept muttering for the last half an hour and Harrison had a very good idea what Bella was talking about. He wanted to cast the Cruciatus as well.
What could one Crucio do?
Finally they spotted a new group of muggles, and Bella had a weird glint in her eyes, her face way too eager. Yes, he'll get to cast the Crucio, he'll do a Crucio today! Yay!
"Beautiful boy," one of the worms muttered drunkenly, leering at Harrison before glancing at Bellatrix. "And not a bad fuck for a mother." The muggle was now joined by a group of other dirty drunks. He felt no fear. If only father didn't interfere with his magic, he could have blown them all away.
Wand or no wand.
"I'll fuck the boy first," rasped an old hag who both looked and smelled like a mummy, having just appeared before him. "I'll ride his—"
Whatever the hag wanted to say, it seemed Bella refused to see her potential as a future daughter-in-law and was now testing her vocal cords instead, forgetting all about her resolve not to use this particular curse.
Bella's Cruciatus curse felt wonderful, it gave off a mad rush of pleasurable power, and Harrison wanted more.
Finally, no matter what father said, he was going to feel it too. "Crucio!"
The moment the "o" left his lips, his body almost went into a meltdown, his magic twirling like tornado through every single cell of his body, his mind melting from pleasure.
While high, he failed to notice several pops of apparition and noticed something was wrong only when he was sitting on his arse, on the cold ground, looking at the stupid face of one Sirius Black.
Shit.
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"Get away from him, mutt!" Bella's wand was pointed at her cousin, her expression even more mad than one of Sirius'.
Looking around, Harrison saw at least five more Aurors, wands drawn.
"I'll lock you and this little shit in the depths of Azkaban." Black growled like a dog, foam forming near his mouth. "You killed James. You killed Lily. You killed Harry. It was your fucking Lord who ordered that!"
"Ooh, itty bitty Potty...yes, I do remember his whining just like his dirty bitch's," Bella snapped back, her voice mocking but lethal.
"WHY?!" Black roared back at her, forgetting about Harrison. "Why did you kill them?!"
Idiot. Like his father and Bella needed a reason to kill.
"No one dares to call their dirty offsprings same name my son has!" Bella laughed at Sirius' shocked face, which was now turned to Harrison.
"That...that is why you killed them?" Black was now pointing his wand at Harrison, and he didn't like it.
"The eyes," Black muttered under his breath. He really didn't like they way the mutt was looking at him. "Your son is also called Harrison?"
"Yes, cousin. Our-great-grandfather was Harrison Maximus Black. But what do you remember from your own history when you're a blood traitor in every meaning of this word. You betrayed our family!" Bella stated passionately, her voice was sincerely angered before she suddenly screamed. "Avada Kedavra!"
The curse missed Black who ducked, but hit another Auror instead. The Aurors were prepared to kill Bella, and Harrison couldn't allow it.
He mentally turned off all the control techniques his father had taught him, he let go of everything holding him back. He needed to protect Bellatrix.
Harrison opened his eyes, and willed his magic free. He didn't care how, he needed to stop everyone from harming them.
A gasp was torn from his lips as he watched earth shatter under the feet of the standing Aurors, something thick in the air suffocating everyone except Bellatrix, who looked on at awe.
Feeling no control over his magic, Harrison watched as the four Aurors simply fell onto the ground, two of them actually exploding, leaving Sirius Black with their insides on his face and body.
The last Auror—damned Black—was watching Harrison with horrified eyes when Bellatrix shouted the Killing curse again.
YES!
Harrison felt so relieved at the moment that he felt his magic retreat, and suddenly Black was gone, the Killing curse hitting the spot where he stood before.
Oh shit, Harrison thought while allowing darkness to engulf him, making him lose consciousness.
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"I am telling you he had Harry's eyes!" Black slammed his fist onto the table, his other hand holding a huge Firewhiskey bottle.
"Sirius, what are you trying to say?" Molly Weasley leaned closer to the still shivering wizard, and held his hand.
"This freak who killed four of my colleagues cannot be Harry Potter." Black took a deep gulp straight from the bottle. "He just offed them, and he's not even eleven. And all the muggles that we traced all around muggle London…"
"We did tell you about meeting Bellatrix with a child several years ago, Sirius." Molly Weasley murmured, face uneasy remembering the meeting with the mad woman.
"But I didn't know he had Harry's eyes." Black shouted. "And no one told me the boy had insane amount of power in his little, fucking insane head! He was casting Cruciatus as if it was a levitation spell!" Black slammed his fist on the table again. " He's a barking mad murderer!"
Severus stood in the corner of the room, arms crossed.
"And you, Death Eater! Forgot to tell me your buddy Bellatrix had a maniac spawn?" Black shouted at him, and Severus' eyebrows rose. "She's your cousin, not mine, mutt. Weren't you invited to the Christening?" He sneered at Black's angry eyes and nasty face.
"So she has a son?"
Before he could says anything, Albus answered for him. "The family blood tree in Grimmauld place doesn't have any record that Bella had a child."
"Albus, what does this mean?" Minerva turned to face the old wizards, worry written on her face.
"I have seen the memory of what happened, and even if I have doubts about his mother, I am very sure of who the father is." Dumbledore answered in his annoying grandfatherly tone.
The night was getting worse and worse. His mark had been burning from last night, only growing in intensity with each passing hour. And now he knew why.
Imbeciles.
The Dark Lord goes to France, and the oh so sane Bella takes the boy into the muggle London, killing muggles and then performing the Cruciatus and even worse, allowed Harrison to cast one himself. It wouldn't have been so bad if one of the Aurors alerted to the usage of Dark Magic in muggle London hadn't been Sirius Black. That damn mutt was supposed to have died, it had been Bella's duty to erase all the witnesses, but she failed.
Severus didn't want to imagine what her fate would be.
"And?!" Kingsley Shacklebolt was always the impatient one.
Albus took his time looking them over from his half-moon glasses. "Voldemort."
The following silence was defeating, before a whispered "what" echoed across the room in Grimmauld place.
The burning in the mark was getting even worse, and Severus leaned back onto the wall. If what Black was telling about the eyes was true—he had never seen Harrison Potter—and the fact that the boy was definitely the Dark Lord's son, that could mean only one thing.
Lily, his darling Lily, had sex with the Dark Lord and then got herself pregnant with his child. Somehow the Dark Lord found out, and took the child away, and most likely Bellatrix had been with him when he went against the Potters.
This was madness.
"VOLDEMORT?" Black shouted, throwing a bottle of Firewhiskey against a portrait of some Black.
"He looks very much like young Tom Riddle, and Bellatrix would be very protective of her Master's child." Dumbledore addressed them all, looking his age in this moment. "The boy is extremely powerful."
"And why didn't you say anything for ten years, Snivellus?" Because. You flea-bitten dog.
"Severus has taken an Oath. He cannot say anything about this matter. It seems that Voldemort is very serious about his son." He did not answer to the mutt, leaving it to the Headmaster.
What have you done, Harrison?
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He looked at the shivering witch, the one he had trusted with his son.
"I don't know what to say." The Dark Lord was sitting in his armchair, his wand trained on Bellatrix.
"For once, I find no other words for you except one." He knew she was afraid, and she should be.
"Crucio!"
As for his Gryffindor son, he'd better watch the consequences of his idiotic behaviour. Harrison had such volatile magic, and Voldemort didn't want his only child to become obsessed with Dark Magic and turn into Bellatrix's copy. Harrison needed to learn control first, and powerful spells later. While he had full control of his magic, Harrison had almost none.
Harrison had to know how to control his magic, otherwise his son would slowly go crazy.
"I don't need to be a seer to know that Dumbledore already knows about you, Harrison." He ruffled his child's silky hair with his palm. "I don't care that the old coot probably knows about your mudblood mother." He leaned closer to his child, his cheek touching the boy's head. "I care that he knows about me being your father!"
Before Harrison kept glancing at the trashing witch, worried about her, now the boy was looking at him with such sincere expression on his face that Voldemort had to close his eyes for a second, concentrating on Bella's screams instead.
He'll deal with her later. She'll pay dearly for allowing a child to manipulate her into doing such madness. Voldemort cancelled the curse and pointed his wand at his son.
"Believe me when I say that this is the first Crucio I will not enjoy. You should have known better, my son."
Harrison blanched at his soft voice, knowing what was about to come.
"Crucio!"
His stupid, little child.
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The Headmaster's office was quiet in the night, with only him and Fawkes. The Order meeting had ended an hour ago, the shouting and screaming still ringing in his old ears, but it didn't matter.
Today he had finally found out how to stop Tom. A large pensive stood before him, silvery memories twirling inside, giving the otherwise dim lit room a bit illumination.
"The prophecy is not about Tom, Fawkes," Albus quietly addressed his life-long companion. "It's the boy, Harrison." He hadn't felt such excitement for a long time. Tom had no control over his son from what he had witnessed, and that meant the prophecy would be fulfilled.
The darkness needs its light.
Albus Dumbledore smiled while sipping hot cocoa.
He had to get the boy away from Voldemort as soon as possible.
Hope, finally.
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He was walking with purpose, not paying attention to the blazing fire around him.
He heard a fight nearby and shot two green curses towards the shadowed figures. The ground was burning like everything around him, and then he glanced forwards, towards the huge castle that was fully engulfed in flames.
Throwing his head back, he laughed and laughed, enjoying the mayhem that was happening.
His magic was alive, in its full glory, destroying everything and everyone on its path.
After the laughter stopped, he noticed Bellatrix on the ground, dead, next to Lucius and grown up Draco. Next was dead Dumbledore with his dead Order, and he smiled a bit. Moving his gaze forward, his heart stopped.
Engulfed in flames stood his father, disappointment shining in his red eyes.
"Father," he breathed, not truly believing he was finally seeing his father again. "PAPA!" Harrison screamed and ran towards the burning figure only to stop when the Dark Lord shook his head.
"Control, Harrison. All you had to do was to learn what I told you." The voice of his father was getting weaker, disappearing with the burning fire, and he could do nothing but cry when the figure disappeared completely.
"You let me down." Was the last thing he heard from his father, and with a cry of rage, he let go completely, allowing everything in the vicinity to explode and burn with no end to see. If father wasn't here anymore, nothing mattered. Let the world burn.
"FATHER!"
Harrison woke up with tears in his eyes, and it was hard to breathe. The nightmare left him shaking, and with pain in his chest, he looked at the empty chair that was always occupied by the most important person in his life. And now it was empty.
Papa, Harry cried silently, burrowing his still aching from the Cruciatus-body deeper into the bed.
I will never let you down! I swear!
Papa...
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