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A/N: Hooray, hooray, hooray! As promised I have posted up chapter 3, aren't I such a good autheress? And can I have a cookie? Hehe, anyways, I hope you enjoy, although, I warn you there may be gramatical errors and some spelling problems, I will proof read soon so you won't have to endure it more than necessary. Lalalalala, I love you guys, but I am half asleep, so-- like Evan loves to say-- I am out like a bulb.

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Hikari Ai Arigatou! I want to make sure Lulu is light at heart, because he is still a kid, and a "light" wizard, so he can't be all evil and dark...just yet, hehe. ;P

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Ali-chan et Vani-chan Hopefully, this fic will go beyond 50 chapters...I hope that doesn't give anything away, lol. XD

vixen-of-the-roses I know, I was like-- there are so many Lucius daddy/Severus daddy/Remus daddy/and Sirius daddy fics-- so how about a little love in Rodulphus' direction!

Darthblack Aw, thats so sweet, and thank you so much, I feel like I just won another Oscar with an Academy Award on top of that. I am pleased to here you like Lulu's persona and how I transissioning-- I probably spelled that wrong-- with the story. I was worried that the time skip might make everyone be like wtf?!! So thank you again.

Adriana Black Merci, merci!

Isabelle Eir Woot, someone notice the humor, man you have an eye for analyzing. About Lelouch's nickname, it comes from the anime Code Geass, and techinally speaking it started with Bella calling him that as she always cooed him and smothered him with her queer motherly affection.

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Bitter Sweet Candy

Chapter 3: Collecting the Puzzle Pieces

Summary: The Dark Lord does not kill Harry, but choses to have him raised by a Death Eater. The Light is in for a rude awakening. But yet maybe the child can still be saved from Darkness, he is after all a Light wizard by origin, and can one really stop Fate? Or is this what Fate intended? LV/HP Dark Harry. Powerful Harry.

"I have been thinking that Lelouch should be open to more options." Rodulphus said while sipping on his warm ginseng tea. Lucius only looked incredulously at him, along with Rebastan.

"What on earth are you talking about?" asked Lucius. He gazed blankly out the window in his large, formal living room. Rebastan just rolled his eyes; he had heard his brother bring up the same topic with Bella—who perchance went hysterically at his brother's suggestion.

"Well, obviously I mean to say is, I want Lulu to choose the school he wants to go to. That is why on his 11th birthday he will be receiving three different letters from three different schools; he should feel it's his choice in which place he would like to receive the best of education."

Lucius only frowned at this statement. "I do not understand why you just cannot let him be. Hogwarts is a great place for him to go. We have all gone to Hog—"

"Which is why I want him to make a different choice; he should go somewhere else and begin his own legacy there." Rodulphus reiterated his position on the matter once more. Lucius' right eyebrow twitched with aggravation.

"I think it's a rather imbecilic idea. How can you send your child to anywhere else other than Hogwarts…? Don't tell me these 'letters' that are coming from other schools will be mediocre schools?" Rebastan snorted at that, to him, he thought any school Lelouch would get accepted in would be a blessing for the boy. On another note, Rebastan also didn't want his dear nephew going to the same school he went to, and most likely 'dirty' the Lestrange name.

"Lucius, I have put Hogwarts amongst his options for schools, but I also made sure he would get a letter from Durmstrang and Beauxbâtons Academy." said Rodulphus while observing the clear, glass coffee table in front of him.

At this, Lucius almost spewed his tea out. His eyes widened and a scowl took form on his aristocratic face. "Are you mad? A Light school, you're giving him the option of going to a Light school—might I add, that is located in a Light country! Preposterous, Rodulphus, simply outrageous. What monstrosity are you trying to create out of him? A Dark, pureblooded child sent to a Light school, full of Light wizards, with Light philosophies, ideals, and practices… You've lost your mind."

Rebastan chuckled lightly while Rodulphus' expression changed several times; it was going through a tug of war between amusement and anger.

"No, I believe I have a sound mind. However, I do not think it would be a bad idea, and besides the fact I have spoken to the Dark Lord about this—more the once, I might add."

Lucius was still in denial and gave Rodulphus a skeptical, but yet analytical look. Rebastan, on the other hand, just indulged himself in another delicious Turkish delight.

"I highly, most incontestably, do not believe the Dark Lord would approve of sending Lelouch to a- a Light school! Indubitably, you've gone raving mad. On another note, you have forgotten that Beauxbâtons is a witch's school—unless you're planning to change Lelouch's gender—I don't see how he will attend there. "Said Lucius, a smug smirk than gracing his feature; unfortunately though, that triumphant expression would soon be wiped clean off his face.

"Actually, they have a wizards section now; they hope to bring out strong, light wizard men." Rebastan stated, adding his two cents in. Lucius only glared at him heatedly while Rodulphus had his turn to chuckle.

"Lucius, you should not be uptight about this, there is still two more years before he decides. And he most likely will want to stick with wherever the other boys are going." Rodulphus said. However, Lucius wasn't convinced.

"Really, Lucius, you act as if he is going to send your son there." Rebastan piped in as well. Lucius only scowled at both of them before sipping lightly on his tea.

"I have every right to be against this. He may not be my son, but he is still my nephew. He is family. He holds on to carrying down a line of the next Lestranges' and he will be connected to Draco. I don't want my son being embarrassed with the fact his cousin is going to a light school—Beauxbâtons to say the least."

Rodulphus sighed exasperatedly, placing down his tea and then rubbing his temples; a headache, that was primordial of being a major migraine, throbbed on the edges of his mind. He glanced around the room looking tentatively at everything. Trying his best to ignore Lucius' persistent rant about his son's schooling—which mind you—was not working out so well, for his Lucius' voice was loud.

So I apologies dearly reader as I have neglected to describe Lucius' formal living room. Although, you most definitely can guess that is adorned with the most expensive of furnishings.

The room was wide and had two large windows the south wall (wall facing the doors) and east wall (wall on the right). Each window was draped by silky, dark blue curtains—thickly made material from China. The walls were painted with a soft blue, and the trim along the edges of the walls and windows were white.

At the center of the ceiling, a large Murano glass chandelier made in Venice, Italy. It shone brightly as the light from the sun glinted on its pretty diamonds. The floor, like every other floor in the Malfoy Manor, was white marble.

Upon these pristine looking floors was a large Venetian rug, which was red with golden embroidery; it contrasted greatly with the other colors in the room. And atop of this rug were off white Victorian couches; they clustered under the chandelier, the three seat couch had its back to the south wall, to single seated couches sat on its opposite side, and another three seat couch faced it.

Surprisingly, though no fire place was in this room. Only many mosaics of Byzantine art adorn the walls—not many knew it, but the Byzantine Empire was once an empire of wizards and witches; however, muggle technology was advancing and soon the wizards had to release their hold on the empire for fear of being revealed.

"I see you have a new painting… What is it this time Cavallini or Orcagna?" Rodulphus said while drowning the last of his tea. Rebastan looked about the room; both brothers were seated in front of Lucius who occupied the couch in front of the south wall.

"Orcagna, I was able to get an original painting of his fresco, The Triumph of Death. Fitting is it not?" said Lucius while staring at the left wall, a picture hung on it which took more attention away from the other frames of work.

In the picture was a Black Hand crushing the head of a human, and another human beside the Black Hand was trying to flee. It was simple, but the meaning clear.

"It is not the complete thing." murmured Rebastan as he shoved another Turkish delight in his mouth. Lucius' mouth twitched slightly, "of course it is not the whole thing, the rest of the picture is scattered throughout the world. Not to mention it is worth over 500,000 galleons."

"I was rather lucky to have found this one."

Rodulphus frowned; something about the painting gave him an ominous feel; like it was foretelling him of a future, of a fate that would happen not far from now if things were not changed now before it's too late. However, what really perplexed Rodulphus was the fact he had no idea what need to be changed; supposedly, only time could tell.

Lelouch sat comfortably on Draco's king size bead. He too could have had a bed this large, but he preferred to be in a smaller space—he didn't like the emptiness feeling a big bed would give him every morning he awoke.

"Alright, the house elves are beginning on a cake, and some of the servants have been sent out to retrieve presents." Draco stated after he walked back into the room. However, Theo whacked him on the head with his sketch book, while Blaise muttered something about dumb blondes. Lelouch only chuckled and rolled his eyes.

"What the hell was that for?" Draco asked while rubbing his head. "You just gave away the surprise!" said Theo in disgruntled manner.

It took Draco a while to register it all in, he blinked at least four times before he got the idea Theo was implying. "Oh" was what came out after realization hit him and a feathery pink, hue colored his cheeks.

"Now he gets it…" Lelouch said tauntingly while grabbing the hand Blaise had laid out for him. Blaise on the other hand looked at his cards before slapping one down. Lelouch looked at him suspiciously before laying his own card down.

"Oh shut up, it's not like you haven't made a stupid mistake before. What about all those times you were sputtering and stuttering in front of the Dark Lord, and that other time you blurted out Pansy's secret right after she told you not to? Huh, huh—what about those times? I have a lot more to list too!" said Draco rather smugly while giving Lelouch his infamous Malfoy smirk, a trait he had inherited from his father.

Lelouch scowled at him before glaring at Theo's hand, when had he decided to join the game? Oh, what did it matter, he was going to when anyways. "Whatever floats your boat, Draco…..bullshit?" Lelouch shouted when Blaise smacked his card onto the ever forming pile of cards.

The dark-colored wizard only smirked softly as he flipped the card over; it was a six of spades. Lelouch cursed his luck as he collected the cards before placing down a seven of clubs.

"Gah, you annoy me! I want to play too!" Draco whined as he clambered onto his large bed. Theo had just put down what 'supposedly' was an eight. Blaise then formed another hand from the side deck before placing his 'nine' down; followed by Draco's 'ten'.

"I don't understand why you guys like this game." Draco said after a moment of silence with only the sound of slapping cards every now and then.

"We like it because it involves risk." said Blaise while eyeing Theo's hand skeptically.

"Because it requires you to analyze your opponent." said Lelouch.

"Because it's the only time we get to cuss using a legitimate curse word." said Theo who stuck his tongue out at Blaise when the boy wasn't looking.

Draco muttered something under his breath about 'stupid muggle' games when a knock came to his door. The blonde boy then plopped off his bed and went to open it. Lelouch was watching Draco out of the corner of his eye. The presence behind the door was not a familiar one, or at least it did not feel like any of the signatures in the household or of the Death Eaters he knew.

Draco opened the door slightly before he gasped, and then walked out of the room. Lelouch had by then stopped playing the game, he was worried about his cousin; the boy was an oblivious idiot who was in need of constant guidance.

"Who do you think that is?" asked Theo since everyone stopped playing all together. Lelouch pursed his lips before sliding off the bed and making his way to the large double doors. He never was one for ease dropping, but Lelouch's curiosity was getting the best of him.

He leaned in on the door and pressed his ear to eat. It could make out faint murmurs of a females voice, and a males. But he did not know how they were. However, the voices became faintly louder. It sounded like these people were expected, and had floo'd into Lucius' study, only to find he was not there.

Draco was mumbling something about guiding them downstairs, though he would have to retrieve his friends first. With that Lelouch pulled back from the door just as it swung open.

"I need you guys to come with me, I have to show these people to my dad." said Draco as he walked back in to the hallway. Lelouch was the first to walk out after Draco, along with Theo and Blaise, and he took in the detail of the two persons in front of him.

One was a stocky, wrinkly faced man who wore a green bowler hat, and strange clothing—or best known as muggle clothing. Next to him stood a pale white, well-rounded—not in a good way—lady in pink, she reminded Lelouch vaguely of a toad.

"Come this way please." Draco said politely with the boys tagging along with him. The unnamed peoples followed them down the hall and toward the grand staircase. There they descended two flights of stairs until they came to the first floor landing.

"Were almost there, just a bit more, if your will." Draco stated in a polite tone again. They walked further down the hall until they reached two large oak doors. "Through here"

When they entered they found Draco's father, Rebastan, and Rodulphus. "Father, Minister Fudge is here to see you along with his assistant Ms. Umbridge." said Draco. Lucius' once expression filled face now was stoic and cool as stone. He looked calmly at the Minister of Magic before standing up.

"I apologize for not meeting you in my study, Minister. You see, my family came to visit." Lucius said gracefully. The Minister smile lightly, which Lelouch noted, looked more strained and force than out of politeness.

"Uh Hmm" squeaked/or croaked from the pink dressed lady. Lelouch would have laughed if he hadn't notice how dramatically pale his father looked. It seemed as though this visit wasn't really planned, and more on the spontaneous note.

"Ah, yes…I dearly apologize to you too, Ms. Umbridge." said Lucius in tight voice while trying to remain cool with his exterior.

"Quite alright, Mr. Malfoy, I only came here to debrief on something, and then I will began. I apologize though, for interrupting your family visit." said the Minister. Lelouch gave Fudge a once over, the man sounded nice, but something about seemed sly and unpredictable; and Lelouch did not like unpredictable men, although, the Dark Lord was an exception.

"Actually, Minister, we were just leaving. We have some other matters to attend to, and we just wanted to drop something off." Rodulphus said while regaining his usual apathetic expression

Something glinted in Fudge's eye that Lelouch took another note of, and he scrutinized with his eyes the way Ms. Umbridge wrote everything that was being said in her pink, fluffy notebook.

"A shame really then, but are live must go on. It was pleasure seeing you again then, Mr. Lestrange and uh—Mr. Lestrange." said Minister Fudge. Rodulphus let loose a small smile before Rebastan walked out the door.

"Come, Lulu" Rodulphus beckoned his son after him as he walked towards the door. Lelouch mouthed his goodbyes to his friends before following his father out the door. He couldn't help but feel cold eyes boring at the back of his head.

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Lelouch watched his father pace the study. They had returned home rather quickly and now his father was mumbling something about 'might know' or 'must tell the Dark Lord, right away'. He didn't understand why his father was acting so uptight, and was nervous by the rapid pacing in the room.

"You idiot, you imbecilic moron, you—"

"Bellatrix please, Lulu is present." hissed Rodulphus as Bella had entered the room looking crazed as usual. Her hair was in disarray and her cloths had fresh bloodstains on them, no doubt she was at Riddle Manor torturing victims; Lelouch shuddered vividly at the image, he wasn't fond of torture—of any kind.

She only growled at Rodulphus before coming towards Lelouch. She made to hug him, but he backed away. Bellatrix looked offended at the gesture, and pulled back abruptly.

"What is the matter? Do you not wish to give your mommy a hug?" she said, pouting her lip ever so slightly. Rebastan snorted, "I doubt anyone would want to hug a bloodstain woman; goes to show who the real moron in this house is."

Bellatrix glared heatedly at Rebastan with her wand already aimed at his direction; a curse trembling on the edge of her lips. "Bella" Rodulphus warned her as he moved towards her and pushed her wand hand down. Bella just scowled before turning back to her son.

Lelouch laughed lightly before covering his mouth. He couldn't help but enjoy it when his Uncle and his mother got into it. They always seemed to rally each other up and then try to tear each other down. It intrigued him how personalities that contrast could still live together. Although, they did have their death matches every now and then.

"Mother—"

"Mommy" Bella corrected.

"Mommy, I didn't mean to offend you. It's just that Mori had the clothes freshly cleaned for me and all…" he trailed off after he notice the understand glint that twinkled in his mothers crazed eyes. She smiled softly before non-verbally removing the stains from her cloths.

"All better now my sweet." She cooed before Lelouch gave her a hug. Bella held him tightly as she kissed his soft black hair. In fact, she held him to tightly that he was smothering in her bosoms.

"Mom…..can't—"

"Bella, you're going to suffocate him!" Rodulphus stated worriedly while prying his wife's arms apart from his son. Lelouch pulled back while gasping for large amounts of air. Bella frowned faintly while holding her sons head in her hands.

"You didn't it breakfast again." She muttered disdainfully, for some reason she was always able to tell when Lelouch had not eaten. It was annoying yet at the same time comforting to Lelouch. He knew his mother cared for him greatly, and would do much for him—except of course disobey the Dark Lord.

Lelouch had always noticed the way Bella would act around Voldemort, it was as if she was entranced by him, she just acted so weird…like a- a—lovesick puppy. It was disgusting at times; however, Voldemort never seemed to have minded it.

"I ate some fruit with Draco though." He put up as a defense; she looked pensively at him before sighing. "You need to eat on time, breakfast at 8:00 every day Lulu; it is a very important meal of the day. People cannot go on with their day without breakfast. I can't, your father nor Rebastan can, and even the Dark Lord stresses on how important it is to eat meals on time—"

"You mean he stresses on how important it is for me to eat my meals on time." Lelouch restated for his mother. She looked apprehensively at him, "yes, he does, but he only wants to be in the most healthy state, Lu—"

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why, mother? Why does he want me in perfect health, why does he want me to be good at everything? Blaise made me realize that he treats me differently from other kids… I mean he is allowing me to live with him—he wants me to move to his Manor this summer!" Lelouch said hysterical, flailing his arms in the air and looking flushed with anxiety.

Bella frowned, "why are you asking all of a sudden? You have never minded before how the Dark Lord treats you, you should be happy that our Lord pays so much attention to you. He wants you to be groomed into the best. I knew that boy was up to no good—"

"Mom, you're avoiding my questions again. Blaise was just stating a rational theory to a reasonable observation. I want to know! Why?" Lelouch almost belted out the last part of the sentence while breathing in air deeply.

Bellatrix side glanced at a frowning Rodulphus quickly before Lelouch would notice. However, the boy was trained personally by the Dark Lord, so that led him to be perceptible to any little movement of a person.

"I saw that…you always do that when I ask something, directly to you. Your hiding something aren't you…aren't you?" Lelouch whispered vaguely audible for anyone to hear.

Rodulphus pursed his lips, however he bowed his head; a sigh escaped between his lips. Bella opened her mouth to say something, but then immediately closed it. "Lulu, your mother and I need to talk, you should go to your room." said Rodulphus as he looked up at Lelouch.

The young boy crunched up his face in anger before looking expectantly at his mother. Bella chewed at her lip but caught Rodulphus' gaze before reiterating was Rodulphus had stated. Lelouch scowled.

"Fine, be that way! I don't care, I don't care about any of you, and in fact, I hate all of you!" he screamed at the top of his longs before running out of the room. His face was obscured with tears, and finally—after climbing three flights of stairs—rushed into his room before throwing himself on his bed.

"Masters?" a faint voice questioned as Lelouch's body convulsed with sobs. A small hand rubbed soothing circles on his back while he continued to cry. Finally, though, after a few minutes he stopped to turn and look at his house elf.

"Mori…I just don't understand why they won't tell me w-what is going on. I just want t-to know the truth…" Lelouch whispered softly, stuttering a bit when he sniffled.

"Is don't know eithers Masters, it all be confusing to Mori. I never knows whats goings on unless told sos, sorry Mori don't knows anything." said the house elf. Lelouch just sighed before dramatically sprawling himself out on his bed. He was tired, and annoyed, it wasn't the first time he had interrogated his parents on this. But every time he brought it up they either 1) ignored his questions completely, 2) have Rebastan drag him off somewhere, or 3) send him to his room.

He really wanted to know what was going on; it wasn't like he would be mad if they just told him the truth. Because really, how bad could the truth be?

"Mori don't want Masters to sad, Mori know something will cheer Masters up. Is knows you love this." said Mori as he 'popped' away. Lelouch sat up on his bed in curiosity now. And I tell you reader; it is quite ludicrous to see how a child can so easily forget about one problem because something less of importance can distract them easily.

Mori had returned shortly and held within his hand a cloak. For a moment Lelouch was upset at the fact that this cloak was suppose to cheer him up. He was expecting something more extravagant or well at least cheerful looking: like a book, a light colored blanket, toys, puzzles, etc. However, after more examination of the cloak, Lelouch realized that it was much better than a book, or toy.

"Here Masters, we be known you like it." With that the elf handed it over to Lelouch who took it gratefully. It was a medium gray cloak, which was long, and meant for someone tall to wear. It had sliver swirl embroidery on the edges of the sleeves and near the bottom. It smelt of honey suckles, and something muskier. All Lelouch knew was this was the Dark Lord's cloak, and he didn't know how Mori obtained it, but he was grateful for it anyways.

The Dark Lord's smell always cheered him up. "Thank you, Mori." He said softly while inhaling the scent of the cloak. It was cool under his fingers, and felt like running water. It was intoxicating and magical at the same time. He loved it no less.

"He is becoming persistent, you're lucky he is still a child though, or else you would have even bigger trouble on your hands." Rebastan said before abruptly leaving the room as well.

A pregnant of silence moved between Bellatrix and Rodulphus; both were infuriated with one another, and with legitimate reasons at that. "You were a fool for taking him there. "Said Bellatrix, finally breaking the silence, which was smothering the room.

Rodulphus steadied his stern gaze with her. "How was I supposed to know that Fudge was coming? The man is unpredictable as a drunken muggle. Lucius wasn't even expecting him." Bella glowered at him. "So what if he didn't expect him, you know just as well as I that Lucius' house is under observation!"

Rodulphus mumbled a string of colorful words under his breath. Bella only hummed in irritation. "No, no this will not do. He is getting older, smarter, and we can't keep it a secret any longer." She began to pace frantically around the room.

"We cannot utter a word to him, we are under oath. The Dark Lord had specifically told us not to tell him. And I know you Bella, you're not the one to break the Dark Lord's orders, they are like laws to you." Rodulphus said his frown deepening. He was going get wrinkles from all this worrying.

"I know…" Bella whispered as she paused in her frantic pacing, she titled her head sideways and pursed her lips, "what will we do? No….I must speak the Dark Lord."

"He is on a trip out of Britain, we cannot bother him." said Rodulphus.

Bellatrix facial expression changed to one of pleasure. "No, he is here, he only told that to Lelouch because he wants to observe how Lelouch will react to his missing presence." Rodulphus looked at her incredulously.

"Yesss, I will talk to him, but I must go now while Lulu is in bed. Call if he begins to rouse." She said and with that she disappeared in a cloud of black mist. Rodulphus could only stand there in astonishment; the Dark Lord was observing their son?

What kind of observation was he even doing? All Rodulphus knew was that it had to do with the strange connection between Lelouch and Voldemort. And for some reason, Rodulphus had a compelling thought that if he wanted answers, there is only one man he could get them from.

Severus Snape.

A/N: Please review, it will be really, really, really- I mean REALLY appreciated. It helps to know if someone likes it, you know- encouragement!