Disclaimer, Summary, Warnings and Important Notes are in chapter one.

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Harry's officially going to be referred to as 'Damien'.

A few days had passed since Damien had arrived at -what he had been told was- Malfoy Manor, he'd spoken to Draco and they seemed to be becoming good friends -the young Malfoy didn't and probably wouldn't ever know about his previous identity. However, Damien was told to steer clear of the other Death Eaters, those in his dad's outer circle, they had been around a lot in the past few days, restricting Damien to the first floor of the Manor. If he needed anything from the kitchen, he'd have to ask a house elf.

Slightly bored, Damien wandered around the first floor and found the library. A large and bright smile covered his face as he took in the many, many bookshelves filled to the brim with books. He meandered through the shelves, his stunning green eyes flickering across the titles of books, his hands would reach out and grasp a book before he'd either add it to his gradually growing pile to read or put it back. Eventually, Damien decided to sit down and start reading, he got settled on a large armchair, his legs curled beneath his body as he got comfy. He noticed a fireplace.

"Bonny" He called quietly and waited for a pop,

"Yes, Young Master Damien sir?"

"Umm, I was wondering if you could help me put the fire on? Also please, you don't have to call me master." He added as the house elf used her magic to put a fire on. "Thank you, Bonny!"

"That is alright Young Mast -Young Damien sir." She tried

"That's good enough, again thank you." He smiled at the somewhat blushing creature,

"Would Young Damien like a drink, sir?"

"Umm, please could I have a hot chocolate?"

"Certainly, Young Damien sir." She popped away once more and Damien grabbed the book on the top of his pile and began to read.

Minutes turned into hours as Damien read front to back of the books, his hot chocolate long since finished and his cup of tea gradually going cold. He was about a quarter way through his third book when he felt his eyes slowly closing... he blinked to stay awake as he read the interesting book but, his eyes closed and wouldn't open as Damien fell asleep curled on the armchair with his book in his lap.

Moments later there was an almost silent pop, Bonny had appeared and carefully covered the teenager in a nice, soft and fluffy blanket, to which the boy snuggled into. She took his book, marked his place and laid it on the coffee table before clearing it of the cups and vanishing.

—LINE BREAK—

"Bonny!" Called Voldemort -or as he preferred from his inner circle whom he considered family, Tom.

"Yes Master Tom?"

"I was just inquiring about the whereabouts of my son."

"Oh, he be in the Library" Tom thanked her and headed to the library. As he walked in he froze momentarily at the sight of a limp foot hanging off the side of the armchair, panicked thoughts raced through his mind such as 'oh Merlin is he dead?' But as he got closer he could see his son was fast asleep. Voldemort grinned at the adorableness of Damien and couldn't help but summon his Wizarding camera, which took moving photos and still ones.

"Right, Bonny!" The elf popped into the room,

"What has he eaten today? I'm just wondering whether I wake him or let him sleep." It was about 6 pm and Tom knew that his son hadn't been sleeping well due to the stress and anxiety of recent events.

"Well Master Tom, Young Master be eating breakfast at 8 this morning, he then eats lunch at 12 this afternoon. He didn't eat that much but he claimed he was full."

"I see…and how long has he been asleep for?"

"Young Master fell asleep around 5 pm, sir."

"Very well. I shall take him to his bedroom. Thank you, Bonny, that is all I require." The elf nodded before apparating away.

Gently lifting his son into his arms, Tom couldn't help but frown at the lightness of the teen.

"You are much too skinny, Damien…" He murmured as he carried Damien to his room and placed his son in bed before tucking him in as though he was but a child. Damien shifted to get more comfortable and Tom couldn't help but run his hand through the boy's soft locks, Tom stopped in the door frame and looked at Damien once more, "I love you so very much my son. Thank Merlin, you've returned."

Authors Notes: To those who aren't from the UK, you may be wondering why he's got a fire on and drinking a hot chocolate, well that's because summer in England doesn't necessarily mean it's warm. I think last summer we had a really nice and hot week but then the rest of August was cold and miserable…

The House Elf talking incorrectly is on purpose.

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