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Chapter Seven
Knocking on the Darkness' door
Someone pushed harshly from the right, and someone pushed at the back, making her almost lose her footing. With a sigh, she pushed back, going forwards the stairs that led to her seat in the arena.
The large stair landing was close, and she stopped in the corner, letting the flow of people through. She put her right hand to her ear and sighed when she found her earring missing.
Gathering her strength, she ran up the stairs again and again, until she hit someone flat in the back.
She was about to say "I'm sorry" when the person turned around.
Shock filled her, making her think that maybe she was Looney after all. Everything she dreamt of flashed before her eyes, emotions overwhelming for a second. He was real.
The boy from her dreams was looking at her with his cold green eyes, and she didn't know what to do.
She thought it were just dreams, but here he was, looking at her like she was a mental case.
Which she probably was, Luna concluded after all.
"Are you all there?" The boy spoke, turning to face her now fully. With overloaded senses, Luna noticed a heavy magical presence behind the green-eyed boy.
Shimmering bugs were flying in circles around the father and son—she just knew it—, and she finally opened her mouth, noticing that no one was pushing her now, and that no one was approaching them from any sides.
"I have never seen so many Magical Wrath Fairies," Luna breathed out, admiring the fairies which buzzed around, illuminating the pair.
She thought she saw pity in his gaze before he smiled. "Neither have I." She heard a light snort from the brown haired wizard, and a little laugh came from the woman that was standing near them.
"Magical Wrath Fairies don't appear without a reason. They give you a warning," she shivered a bit when a very heavy gaze landed on her.
She would never have guessed that this handsome, normal wizard with dark brown eyes was the Dark Lord himself, if she hadn't seen him in her dreams as well. "Today is the day for decisions to be made that will impact the future."
"You mean Quidditch?" The green-eyed boy asked in annoyance.
"The Magical Wrath Fairies don't share their secrets."
She shrugged her shoulders at four identical stares. "What is your name?" The Dark Lord asked, one eyebrow raised at her, eyes pensive. His eyes were now dark brown but she could see specks of red.
"I'm Luna Lovegood," she offered with a smile while still marvelling the shimmering fairies.
A bark of laughter came from another man, who had brown hair and brown eyes and was dressed in a black leather robe. "Xenophilius Lovegood is the editor of The Quibbler magazine. She fits right in. A nutter family." He snorted, his tongue sticking out like one of a snake from time to time.
"Come now," Lord Voldemort started to turn around when the boy hissed, bringing his father's attention to her. They both stared at her, and Luna looked down with a curious gaze, to see what had caused the attention of the two wizards.
There, on a long silver chain hung her father's gift, the symbol of the Deathly Hallows.
Some hissing went between the two, and Luna marvelled at the sound of the language of snakes.
Slytherin Heirs.
She was a Ravenclaw, even if a looney one.
"Until next time, Miss Lovegood," the boy smiled at her and followed his father, who was already walking away with a black-haired woman and a man in a leather cloak.
There would be a next time, she knew it, because if he was real then the dreams could also be a premonition. There was a lot to think about but at the same time what was supposed to happen would happen and Luna ran up the stairs again, going now towards her seat.
xxx
They had almost reached the Malfoy lounge, and were now even higher up the stadium when another pathetic creature appeared on their way.
Bella licked her red lips, eyes squinted in pleasure as she observed the girl. Her brown eyes noted the expensive robes that were now on the dirty floor, as the girl clutched tightly to her son.
"I will do anything you want," the blue-eyed, black-haired creature sobbed, not letting go of Harrison's leg. Suddenly, the pathetic creature's eyes found hers and the girl bleated. "Madam Lestrange, I am Amelia Brax, pureblood in fifth generation." The disbelieving Dark Lord and highly amused Barty were staring at the girl, as she continued to babble. "Please, please don't leave me, Harrison, I will do what you want, whatever you want."
Bella was always elated to hear she was Harrison's mother. The girl was pureblood, but only in the fifth generation, and her Harrison could do much better.
Plus, he was fourteen. A baby.
"Don't you dare get my mother involved!"
Her baby—who obviously wasn't as innocent as she would have liked him to be—now pulled the girl to her feet and pushed her closer, almost hissing at her.
"Don't embarrasssss yourself any more than you already have," Harrison's voice was impatient now. "We've had thisss conversation two timesss now. I have been very generoussss, but my patience is not endlessss." When Harrison's hissing accent got stronger, it meant he had getting truly angry.
Her son pushed the girl away, and Bella smiled at her heartbroken blue eyes.
Pathetic creature, unworthy of her perfect son. She was his mother and she was Bellatrix Lestrange, and therefore she visited Durmstrang very often, trying to get as much information as she could. She had her baby boy to protect.
While Harrison didn't do anything other than exist, the witches of Durmstrang couldn't stop themselves when it came to the most eligible bachelor in the wizarding society. Slytherin blood with Parseltongue ability, pureblood, richer than the Malfoys, father the Dark Lord himself, mother from the house of Black, and those green eyes that charmed without trying, add to that incredible magic. They just couldn't resist, all wanting the ultimate goal— to join the Slytherin family.
None of them were worthy. Stupid, dirty sluts, wishing to get their greedy hands on her darling child.
Her Master hissed something and when Harrison hissed back, the Dark Lord actually snorted. "Come, we have wasted a lot of time as it is," there was lingering amusement in her Master's voice, and Bella promised herself to ask Harrison later what it was about.
Maybe he would tell…
Still deep in her thoughts, Bellatrix followed behind the Dark Lord and Harrison, Barty in front.
She had to push the young sluts and weird girls out of her mind and focus.
Somehow, Bella thought, it was going to be alright since Master was here as well.
xxx
"You dumb arse! What the fuck are you doing?!" The scream was loud and Victor Krum seemed to hear it as well, as he flew closer to the tribune where the boy stood, fist flying in the air in anger while screaming at the Bulgarian Seeker.
"One million, Krum! Stop fucking around and get the damned sssnitch!" The bark was harsh, and Sirius grit his teeth, looking at the mad teenager.
He had grown since their last meeting, but the eyes stayed the same. He could see them from his seat in the nearby tribune, under heavy disillusion charms.
The green-black cloak with high collar, the heavy shining locket around the neck and those green eyes that shone with anger now—he could see the boy very well. He saw those eyes in his dreams and in his nightmares.
Even better he could see his fucking cousin with other trash Death Eaters. The man sitting next to the devil-child was the devil himself, and Sirius knew that because of the way everyone behaved around the dark-clad person. That was the bastard who killed James. That was the bastard who seduced Lily. That was the bastard who was Harrison's blood father.
"What do you mean, you don't see the snitch?! What the hell are you doing there then?!" The brat didn't care about anyone else at the moment, screaming at Krum, and Sirius watched as Voldemort grabbed the sleeve of the boy's robe and pulled him into the seat. Because of Albus' spell that had been cast on the balcony before allowed to hear everything.
Some angry hissing later, Harrison again was jumping in front of the parapet. "The snitch has been in the left upper corner all this time, near the Irish tribunes! Are you fucking blind or what?"
"Sit down, Harrison. You have earned ten Crucio as it is. We don't want to permanently damage you, do we now?" Sirius heard the cold voice and looked at Albus, who was watching the pair very closely.
"It's not my fault Victor is suddenly blind and dumb!" The Dark Lord actually rolled his now-brown eyes at the boy before hissing something. Bellatrix was smiling, sitting next to Harrison, nodding her head in agreement to Harrison's words.
As if they were a fucking family.
They all deserved to die painful deaths for what they had done to others.
James…
"And who gave you a million galleons, Harrison? I know I didn't," Voldemort smiled a tiny smile that terrified Sirius. Bellatrix looked innocently around, but Barty Crouch looked down when Voldemort looked at him.
"We'll have a word later, Barty."
Sirius even knew what word they would be having—Crucio.
"Yes, yes, later. Now I have to make sure I don't lose this million," Harrison quickly intervened.
"Krum, move it! Come ooooon!" The green-eyed monster screamed loudly when both Krum and the Irish Seeker plummeted towards the ground, following the snitch.
"Kill him, Krum, but get the snitch!" Sirius noticed Voldemort showing Harrison three fingers, probably adding to the Crucio count. The boy had no chance to be normal with a father like that, but Sirius still refused to see Albus' point. He didn't think they could turn the boy to their side, there was too much damage done already.
The boy was urging his lackey Krum to kill for the win, and Sirius gripped his wand tighter when the Bulgarian tribunes screamed in delight.
"Yes, yes, yes! I love you, Victor!" Harrison was jumping up and down, celebrating his victory and many won millions.
Soon, you brat, soon.
xxx
He had been watching Tom and Harrison for one and a half hours, and the conclusions he came to didn't really make him happy.
He didn't see the Dark Lord, the corrupted, evil sorcerer, when Tom talked or looked at Harrison.
He saw a father.
When Harrison screamed first, he had seen Tom smile for a second before his face regained its neutral expression.
When the drinks and appetizers were offered, he had seen Harrison grab his father's drink and steal his treats. He saw Tom's affection for the boy when he swatted his hand away from his treats instead of punishing his son with a Crucio.
When Harrison looked at his father, Albus saw only love.
Pure love fused with adoration could be seen in the boy's unique-green eyes when Harrison looked at Tom, and when Tom smiled a true smile, Albus understood that there was a big problem with his plan.
He hadn't planned on the two Slytherins to be so close.
He hadn't planned on Harrison to be so enamoured and not at all afraid of Tom.
But most of all, it had never occurred to him that he could have been wrong about Tom's capability to love, because Tom loved his son, and Albus didn't know what to do now.
If he went with the original plan and killed Tom…
He just could imagine what the boy's reaction would be to that.
He would never turn to Light if something happened to his father. There had to be another way to persuade the boy.
Then again, if he didn't remove Tom, there would be no way to get to Harrison and keep him.
Albus sighed, looking at the evil, but happy family.
He couldn't do it. He couldn't kill Tom, he had to find another way.
Closing his blue eyes for a second to collect his thoughts, Albus felt light shiver go down his spine and he quickly opened his eyes, his gaze immediately locking with furious, shining red eyes.
Tom was looking at him, and Albus knew Voldemort knew it was him, charms or no charms. Albus took the Elder Wand and removed the charms from his person. If Tom knew, it didn't matter anymore.
"Sirius, we will leave tonight. The plan has changed." Albus broke eye-contact with Tom to look at Sirius Black, when with horror, he noticed the empty space near him.
Sirius was gone.
Albus quickly looked at Tom again and saw fury and rage he had never seen before in those red eyes.
It seemed his most brilliant student came to the same conclusion as he had.
Sirius was hunting Harrison.
The anti-apparition wards were up, just like on all matches, and would be removed in half an hour after the ceremony for winners, and until that time, it was possible to get away by foot only.
Albus looked with a worrying heart as green eyes suddenly zoomed onto his. They were truly unique eyes, just like the boy was. He observed the hissing between father and son, green eyes not leaving his face.
As he looked at the two Slytherins, they looked back at him, red and green eyes that were very similar in their expressions.
They both hated him.
xxx
Watching his son scream at Krum was amusing, he had to admit, even though Harrison was quickly earning Crucio-points.
Not taking away his gaze from Harrison, Voldemort thought about what the looney girl had said.
She was definitely not all there, but something about her words disturbed him. Plus, she had been wearing a Deathly Hallow symbol around her neck.
As soon as immediate danger to his son was over, Voldemort planned on finding the other two Hallows, the Wand interesting him the most.
He had a hunch, and somehow, he knew he was on the correct path of thoughts.
Theoretically, if to think that Grindelwald had been the owner of the Elder Wand, then how had he lost to Dumbledore? Grindelwald was a powerful, smart wizard who had the unbeatable wand, and still managed to lose. If that was the case then the only conclusion he could come to was that the old fool had the wand now, but he still didn't know how it functioned, considering it didn't really work for Grindelwald.
He had planned on visiting him as soon as he found the time, and then he wanted to visit both Ollivander and Gregorovitch. He would of course take his son with him, because it was Harrison who found out about it, and his son's way of thinking was completely opposite from his, meaning the boy could help.
Harrison knew of the plans and wholeheartedly approved.
When they returned home, they would create Harrison's Horcrux and then go find information.
His child was gorgeous. Considering he was the father, it couldn't have been any other way.
He had known about Harrison's adventures in Durmstrang the second they started, Karkaroff whining before him almost every week.
Those girls that hung on his son—he could understand them, in a way. It had been the same with him when he was at Hogwarts, but while he hadn't felt inclined to pay attention, Harrison gladly gave in to carnal pleasure.
He didn't mind. As long as protection was used and he didn't become a grandfather in the next few years, Harrison could do what he wanted in this case. He prohibited Harrison many things, so this was the territory that he didn't care about.
Let his child have his fun.
Once, only once, a father from one of the heartbroken girls came to him, trying to negotiate a marriage, blabbering about honour and other trivial things.
Voldemort remembered with a smile how he had laughed in the man's face before answering with a long Crucio.
As long as it was just fun and games, Harrison could do what he wanted, and Voldemort would not interfere, instead protecting the back of his son when it came to insulted, enraged fathers.
He loved casting Crucios.
He didn't know what he would do if Harrison fell in love. Probably he'd have the same feelings that Harrison had had for Cassiopeia Dolton. And Voldemort remembered how well that ended.
Harrison was an enigma. There, actually, should be no Harrison. When he took the mantle of the Dark Lord, he agreed to the terms of magic, which meant all Dark Lords were unable to have children, just like the Light Lords.
It always amused him when mudbloods thought he had actually just named himself the Dark Lord and patented the name. Anyone could apply for the title, but it would be magic itself that would decide. One in a million became the Dark or the Light Lord, the rest died very painful deaths. Considering wizarding population wasn't as big as the one of muggles, Dark and Light Lords weren't that often to meet and greet.
His brilliance, his magnificent magic and his Slytherin lineage earned him the title of the Dark Lord.
There had never been two Light Lords, or Dark Lords, at the same time, the equilibrium of power remaining neutral.
However, recently Voldemort started to lean towards the idea that very soon there could be a massive weight added to the Dark side on the scales. His child just may very well become a second Dark Lord, therefore destroying the equilibrium and allowing the Dark side to win completely and irrevocably.
Because he had thought he had been sterile, he hadn't used any charms on Lily Potter. However, magic interfered and his son was conceived. He wasn't aware of any other children from the past Dark Lords, except for two who were born squibs. And therefore quickly killed.
Not that Voldemort could blame the fathers... Who would want such debasement? He actually shuddered a bit at the thought of a squib son. He would have been merciful then. Simple Avada Kedavra and problem dealt with.
Harrison was a gift of magic, he knew it, and that was why his child was so important for him.
Magic itself gave him the most loyal, perfect child who would stand by his side as a second Dark Lord, while they destroyed and took over first Britain and then the rest of the world. Magic gave him an almost-copy of himself, and Voldemort couldn't be more grateful.
Harrison had an extreme affinity with the Dark Arts, and even more so with Necromancy. When he had seen his son standing in the back garden of the Slytherin Manor, raised inferies, as it were a completely normal thing, he truly freaked out.
He knew it was the first time his then twelve year old child held such book, and it scared him. If Harrison were to become a Necromancer, as every other sane Dark Lord he would be very happy with such wonderful addition to the ranks. If it weren't for the fact that there was still no full, constant control over Harrison's magic, and that Necromancy didn't let anyone stay sane if meddling in its Arts. He would have loved to have a Necromancer on his side, but never Harrison. He didn't want his child to become a mad, deranged psychopath. While he himself wasn't the most patient and kind man, he was still sane.
He would make sure to maintain control over his child's dark activities, and he knew Harrison would listen, even if he disagreed and was angry.
It warmed his cold heart to know he was the only one in the whole universe who had the control over the boy and his magic. Only he could tell Harrison what to do and his son would give in. His son didn't listen to anyone else, no matter what Severus, Bella, Barty and Lucius thought.
He had pupils before—Bella and Severus, for example—but he had never taught anyone every trick there was from duelling to casting curses, that was until Harrison grew up. Voldemort had shown his son everything there was to know, going so far as allowing the then eleven year old to fly without a broom.
When Harrison screamed at Krum about the snitch's position, Voldemort wasn't surprised. His son was a marvelous seeker, who refused to play because he claimed it to be too boring. That was when he had shown his child how to use magic to fly and since then they had weekly night flights, alone, no one knowing about it. Voldemort thought he liked those times the most.
Looking around the tribunes, his gaze was suddenly drawn to a person he knew oh so well.
How hadn't he seen him before? All musings left his head, making his thinking clear and quick.
If the old fool thought he couldn't see through the disillusionment charm, then he should have thought again.
There he was, sitting with his eyes closed, and Voldemort sneered.
I hate you so much, Dumbledore.
He saw Dumbledore turn to the side, telling something to an empty space.
And then he understood.
Black.
Black was out there to kill his child.
Just like in the nightmare.
Over my dead body, Voldemort thought and paused at the words. Before Harrison nothing scared him more than death.
He didn't want to die no matter what and therefore created Horcruxes. What did afterlife mean to him, if he lived forever?
Voldemort cursed as he thought about the abandoned ritual that had needed only one more ingredient—the sacrifice. If only they had completed it. If he had to choose between Harrison and himself… He didn't know what he would do then.
He had Horcruxes and could return to the land of the living, losing only time and body. Harrison had none.
His charming, perfect son would be gone forever and Voldemort refused to give in to pain at that thought.
Just why didn't he leave Harrison with the Potters?
xxx
They had already left the gates of the stadium, and there was no sign of the blood traitor or Dumbledore, and Bella felt uneasiness creep to her heart and clench it.
There was no possible way they would allow the mutt to succeed, with the Dark Lord himself walking very closely to Harrison.
The apparition point was already in view, but she didn't allow herself to lower her guard.
Only because of that, she felt the curse coming from her right.
The Dark Lord instantly hit it with a counter-curse and then shot a Killing Curse at the mutt, who appeared, surrounded by many members of the Order, sans Dumbledore. Blood-traitor rolled to the side and the curse hit someone else.
"Avada Kedavra!" Her wand was quick in the air, and with a victorious laugh, she watched one of the Weasleys fall down, never to get up.
A body collided with hers, pushing them towards the ground. A second later a green light flew by where she had stood.
Bella swallowed hard, and gazed into green eyes.
"My baby," she breathed out, her heart exploding at the thought that Harrison just saved her life.
"Get up, mum, the Order is here not to play," Harrison pulled her up quickly, and Bella already turned to throw another curse when suddenly, Dumbledore appeared and the Dark Lord raised his wand.
Oh, Merlin, no.
Time seemed to stop when her Master and Dumbledore looked at each other, before both wands were raised.
"Avada Kedavra!" Her Master was first, and Bella noticed hesitation in Dumbledore, before he too shot the curse. "Avada Kedavra!"
Her heart went into her throat as she watched two green lights collide, immense power radiating from the two duelling wizards.
Her heart sped up even more, but now in happiness as her Master's beam became stronger and kept moving towards Dumbledore. Soon the beam would reach the wand, and then Dumbledore would die.
But then, something changed, and Harrison, whom she kept tight in with her left hand, screamed. With horrified eyes, Bella saw the green light change directions, slowly moving towards the Dark Lord.
Harrison managed to get free from her, moving towards his father, when Bella saw Black cast a Killing Curse towards Harrison, who was with his back to the traitorous mutt. She raised her wand only to fall down in pain as a Cutting Hex left a huge gash on her back.
She didn't care about the gash, all she cared about were her two most beloved men in the world were both facing Killing Curses in the next seconds.
"Harrison!" Bella screamed with all her might. The boy looked quickly behind and she saw his eyes widen. The Killing Curse was too fast and too near Harrison. Her heart stopped beating as she watched the green light approach her son, her treasure, and she couldn't do anything, her wand lying away. She crawled towards it, but she was too slow.
What happened next would haunt her for as long as she lived.
The Dark Lord broke the connection between himself and Dumbledore, and flew to Harrison, who was close enough, appearing before their child in the same second as the Killing curse finally reached them.
A flash of green, and black, silk robes fell into Harrison hands, followed by her Master's wand.
No.
NO.
The silence was defeating.
She forgot how to breathe. Her heart was bleeding, her eyes disbelieving.
She wanted to sob but blood chilled in her veins when she heard a sound she had never heard before. It was like a mixture of wail and scream filled with such desperation, loss and heartbreak that Bella shivered. The sound grew only louder now, before turning into one word.
"PAAAAPAAAAAA!"
Bella's throat clenched as she understood that it was Harrison who had screamed before.
Their child.
Master! Master! Oh Merlin, whyyyy? Why him?
Harrison kept screaming before suddenly stopping and becoming almost statue-like. Then, he got up and shook his head.
"You are done, Dumbledore, DONE!" Harrison was now standing straight, holding his father's cloak and wand. Bella felt the anti-apparition wards being lowered as it was time well after the ceremony, and she lunged towards Harrison. Her son suddenly grabbed her hand, going for the Dark Mark, and pressed his father's wand to it.
She felt the usual pull of Mark apparition, and still shocked, she looked at Harrison, who was looking at the fucking mutt in return. No one lowered their wands, but no one moved.
"And you, Sirius Black, I promise when I'm done with you, you will be begging for death. And even in death you'll never forget me." Harrison's voice still raw, considering his total nervous breakdown a second ago, but what scared her was the immense, cold rage she could hear in her son's voice. Bella knew Harrison was telling the truth. "You killed my father tonight. The day you two fuckers plunged the world into darkness, for I shall not be stopped. Remember it."
Then the Mark apparition pulled at her completely while she held Harrison again, and all Death Eaters disappeared from the outsides of the stadium, leaving shell-shocked Order members behind.
xxx
When he was seven, his father taught him how to control glinting glass balls in the air without a wand, and Harrison remembered how once he lost control and one of the balls fell. The sound of breaking thin glass resembled what happened to his heart.
Papa was gone.
Papa was gone because he sacrificed himself in order for his son to live. For him.
He wanted to scream and cry, to destroy everything in his way, but he couldn't. Not yet, anyway.
First of all, father wasn't dead. Thank Merlin he had horcruxes, and Harrison knew where at least one was.
Second, he knew the Elder wand was in Dumbledore's hands, as he had been a witness to the sudden shift of power when the old fool almost lost. It was that fucking wand of his that started to add power. Unbeatable wand. Harrison was sure father knew about and still faced Dumbledore.
Third were the Death Eaters he had to control.
For father.
Papa, I will resurrect you as soon as possible. I swear.
"Harrison," his previously sobbing mother was sitting near his feet as all Death Eaters gathered in the main room of the Slytherin manor. Harrison was seating in his father's throne-like chair, holding his father's wand, looking at the full room of Death Eaters, Inner and Outer Circles all present.
"As you may have already heard, my father is currently unavailable to deal with you lot." He looked at the shocked Death Eaters. "However, that's what the Heirs are for, right?" He saw some shake their heads in denial, but none from the Inner Circle. "Therefore, before the Dark Lord returns, you answer to me."
Four outer Death Eaters shook their heads.
"What, don't like temporary replacement?" One of them actually dared to answer. "No."
"And why may that be?" Harrison inquired, twirling his father's wand.
I will bring you back no matter what, and I will keep our side in order.
"You're just a kid! The Dark Lord is dead." Ah, now he remembered the Death Eater. Phileas Humbert.
"Phileas, would you be so kind and take a step forward?" He asked, voice polite and calm.
"I don't take orders from a kid, but since you said it so politely…" Phileas laughed as he took a step forward, not noticing the Inner Circle tensing.
"Thank you, I appreciate your cooperation. See, I'll even put the wand away." He smiled at the moron and put his wand away.
No wand needed for that.
Ever since witnessing his dad getting engulfed in the green light of the Killing curse, he felt emptiness inside, a hole that would never close. Something was growing stronger inside of him, waiting to get out, and Harrison didn't know if he liked the feeling.
His control was almost lost, he couldn't think straight, but he had to perform. For father.
He let his magic flow towards Phileas Humber, first caressing the older wizard, slowly coiling around him like a snake, before Harrison wished for it to act.
He squeezed hard and what was left from Phileas Humber was now on everybody's faces and clothes.
"Now, anyone else unsatisfied here?" No one moved. Good.
"Alright, I have much to do. Listen carefully, for I am not as merciful as my father is. The Dark Lord is alive, he is the most powerful sorcerer in centuries for a reason. Father will return soon. For now, I want you to lay low, do nothing but what you normally do. Don't draw attention. I will call you and then I will tell you your tasks." He looked at the blood covered Death Eaters.
"Don't fuck up and remember I can control your Mark just in case you want to run somewhere. Everyone but Bella leave."
He got up from father's throne and touched the wards of the manor that had registered him as Master the second he appeared. "Out."
A second later only he and Bella remained.
Mother looked like he felt, eyes swollen and lips trembling.
"Father has a Horcrux. Do you know what it is?" Bella looked at him with wide eyes. "The Dark Lord has a Horcrux? I read about them in the Black library. It only mentioned it in passing, but…" Suddenly she was looking at him with pleading, suddenly happy eyes.
"He will return," Bella whispered, smiling through tears that were cascading down her cheeks, her hair looking in every direction.
"He will, mother." He started to walk towards the Slytherin main rooms, where a certain ritual awaited him.
"Come, Bella. I have a promise to keep."
He was going to make a Horcrux because if someone killed him, it would be harder for father to return.
Plus, father had to sacrifice himself because he, the idiot that he was, hadn't completed the ritual like father had wished. It was all his fault.
After making the Horcrux, he would go to his rooms and break down completely, letting the tears and anger out.
Papa was gone.
Just an hour more and he'd be able to collapse, his mind still not allowing emotions to take over, but when the Horcrux would be done, Harrison knew what kind of breakdown he'd have.
Moving up the stairs, Harrison refused to believe he'd not see his father for a long time.
No matter the price I will have to pay, papa will be back.
xxx
His phoenix was trying to sooth his hammering heart with its beautiful song, that somehow refused to reach his ears.
All he could hear was the boy's gut-wrenching scream, and all he could see were the green eyes that shone with unparalleled rage and pain.
He had been too late. When he arrived the wands were already drawn and curses cast.
He had to answer Tom's Killing curse with his own because you can't fight Avada Kedavra with Stupefy.
With almost a sob, Albus closed his eyes, remembering Tom throwing himself in front of the Sirius' Killing curse. First was the shock that Tom—Voldemort—would have done something like that. Albus was aware that Tom had managed to tangle with extreme Dark Arts, and he was sure there was some sort of safety pad for Tom's fall. He wasn't dead.
And the boy knew it.
Were it the Horcruxes?
That was the only reason Albus could explain the change in the boy, from heartbreak to action.
But the worst was that with his final act, Tom managed to chain Harrison forever to the Dark side, his sacrifice never allowing his child to forget what his father had done for him.
Albus had seen Harrison's magic snap the moment the boy cried out, as if control escaped him the moment his father stepped in front of the Killing Curse.
He didn't know how they would stop the boy who could control his father's Death Eaters through their mark, and whose only mission in life would be to bring his father back.
Somehow, Albus was afraid the measures the boy would go to would be above extreme.
What had they done?
Albus looked at the singing phoenix, who was now crying. Remembering the prophecy, he closed his face with his palms. Only now he understood. Letting the exact words play over and over, his despair grew only stronger.
"The darkness is here, strong and happy, growing every day. The light will stop the darkness from spreading. Should the light be gone, the darkness will strike, unstopped and uncontrolled. The ground will burn if darkness has no leash. The heir of serpents will surpass his ancestor if there is no light. Be aware and be in fright. The darkness needs its light.
They had just cut off the leash that held the boy in bay. Voldemort had been the leash.
And now, the darkness would come.
They all would pay for what happened today, including Harrison, who was suddenly left alone with immense power at his disposal and no control, no one to answer to, brewing in his rage and sorrow.
And now, Albus was afraid, just like the prophecy said.
He hadn't been the light mentioned in the prophecy. He hadn't been...
It had always been Tom. The Dark Lord himself was the Light when it came to Harrison and the prophecy.
What had they done…
What would Harrison do now?
He was too old for this.
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a/n Never understood how the Elder Wand worked, if Grindelwald lost. So I'm doing it my way. Also, there was never any information about where Slughorn had found the info about Horcruxes that Tom later got out of him. So I'm making this up as well. We're in an AU world anyway. Hope you liked Luna and Sirius. I have never written their POVs before. Do you have a favourite POV? It's interesting to know which one you'd prefer. Thanks for reading and please review.