Just a warning. I know I said it was a dark Harry fic, and it is. But it might not seem that way for the first few chapters. But once he turns 16 it will become much darker.
So sit back, enjoy my crude humor. And Enjoy
Chrys
Chapter betaed
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Stepping off the train at Kings Cross Station, Harry smiled as he heard Hermione behind him attempting to get Ron to promise to write "at least once a week", only to have his friend respond with a non-committal "Yea, whatever."
Harry kicked the side of his trunk, which made wheels appear on the bottom and automatically move over to where Draco was standing with his own stuff.
"What about you Harry? Will you write?" Hermione asked, one hand on her hip as she brushed her curly brown locks off her shoulder.
"Maybe if I get a chance… I think my family has a pretty busy schedule for me this summer." He replied, knowing he would have lots to do at the Castellum once he turned 16 in a month.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Will you at least respond when I write you letters?" she asked them both.
"Yeah," and "Sure" came from the two as they gave each other knowing looks.
Hermione shook her head, making Harry laugh. "You would have thought you would have learned by now…" He leaned from his impressive height of 6'1", down to Hermione's 5'4" and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "You shouldn't worry so much, you'll see us at my party right?"
Hermione grinned. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."
Ron clapped Harry on the shoulder, "You know I'll be there, along with half the family."
Harry nodded, "Good, I'll see you guys then," and walked off to a waiting Draco.
"Could you have taken any longer to say good-bye?" He complained to the second hottest guy he knew, the first of course being his own reflection.
Harry brushed the unruly black locks of hair out of his face, revealing his bright green eyes that had never been hidden by glasses. "Probably."
Draco rolled his eyes and started walking towards the barrier, his trunk following behind him, disillusioned so that a muggle couldn't spot it, "Why you were ever sorted into Gryffindor I don't have the foggiest idea."
"I was mad at you at the time… told the hat to put me there just to piss you off more."
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(Flashback)
Draco was leaning against the window, his feet up on the seat as he spoke to Blaise, Theodore, and Harry. All of whom, were on their way to their first year of Hogwarts.
"Everyone knows that the only respectable house to be sorted into is Slytherin. All the others are for nerds and wimps. Ravenclaw is filled with a bunch of whiny bookworms who are too scared of reality to take their nose out of their textbooks and face the world. Hufflepuffs fall over themselves begging for mercy at the first harsh look by any decent Slytherin." Draco stated this all as if he had been living at Hogwarts for decades and knew every person in every house, and of course Blaise and Theo were taking in every word he said, as if it fell from the lips of Merlin.
Harry wasn't all that interested in the current conversation, but more wondering if anyone would have a problem if he were sorted into Gryffindor. He knew very well that Tom was a Slytherin, as were a great number of his followers. But on the other hand both his parents and his godparents had been in Gryffindor.
He tuned in when Draco started ranting about the house of the lion. "Gryffindor house is the worst of all. Filled with a bunch of people who think they are noble and brave, but are too blinded by morals to take advantage of their ambition and take charge. Might as well be with the Hufflepuffs if they aren't going to take advantage of their strengths to get what they want. Isn't that right Harry?"
But Harry was already gone. He had slipped from the compartment and had made his way down the train, attempting to get a way from Draco's heavy-handed ideals. He knew what Draco had said about Gryffindor wasn't completely true, take a look at his father, the man was Minister of Magic and had been since Harry was just a boy. If that wasn't ambition, Harry wasn't sure what was. In fact, just because Draco felt that way, Harry promised himself that he was going to make sure he was put into Gryffindor, just to prove the blond wrong.
Harry made this resolution at quite an opportune moment, as he collided with a girl no bigger than five feet tall, with a mane of bushy brown hair, and was knocked to the ground.
"Pardon me, I'm very sorry, I was looking for a frog by the name of Trevor, and wasn't paying attention to where I was going." The young girl said. As she looked up and noticed just who she had bumped into.
Harry brushed off his shirt and stood up, offering a hand to help her to her feet. "I'll survive I'm sure." He gave her his signature grin, one he had spent many years perfecting. If he had learned only one thing from Padfoot it was that good looks and charm could get you everywhere in life. "I am Harry by the way, Harry…"
"Potter, I know. You're the Minister's son." She answered back, brushing a hand over her skirt.
Harry was slightly taken back, "And your name would be?"
The girl was in the process of pulling her hair back into a slightly less bushy ponytail as she answered, "My name is Hermione Granger. I'm a muggleborn, but since I received my letter, I've been doing as much reading into magic as I can, including the Daily Prophet, which seems to include a picture of you and your parents at least once a week."
Harry nodded, "Just between you and me… I wouldn't go around letting everyone know you're a muggleborn… there are people out there that will look down on you for it."
"Yes well…" she stumbled not knowing exactly what to say to that.
"Don't worry about it now, I'm just giving you fair warning for the future. Now you said you were looking for your toad Trevor?" Harry asked, amused at the puzzled look on Hermione's face.
"No, I mean yes… what I mean to say is, yes I'm looking for a toad by the name of Trevor, but he isn't mine. He belongs to a boy named Neville, and he lost him."
"Ahh, makes much more sense. Couldn't really see you owning a toad." Harry grinned when she laughed, knowing full well that he had just made a new friend. "And I think I might just be able to help you." He pointed to the compartment behind Hermione, in which a lone boy with red hair sat. But the boy was not the reason Harry had pointed out the compartment. Up on the wall, was a frog.
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Harry made sure he caught a ride to the castle with Hermione and the boy from the compartment, Ron Weasley, who he realized, was distantly related to both Padfoot and Draco. When they got into the Hall and were waiting to be sorted, Harry caught sight of Draco, who was moving towards him clearly confused as to why his best friend had been avoiding him. But as soon as Draco had pushed his way through all of the other children and got to the step Harry was on, Professor McGonagall had come back, asking everyone to be silent and follow her.
Predictably, Draco, and Theo were both sorted into Slytherin, Hermione and the boy Neville into Gryffindor. When the person in front of him was called, Harry looked over at Draco, catching the boy's eye and trying to interpret the look on his blond friend's face. Was he really going to go through with this? Go against Draco and move into the house of his parents? He turned his head and saw Hermione, who was sitting very close to the sorting hat. He could tell she was trying very hard to learn everyone's name possible, and the thought of her innocence made him smile. He appreciated her love of learning, as it was very similar to his and Draco's thirst for knowledge.
When his own name was called, Harry grinned, moving up to the raised platform, and gave Draco one last look, nearly laughing to himself over the confusion in his eyes. He also noticed that Draco had made sure there was a place next to him for Harry to sit when the hat told him he would be in Slytherin.
Harry Potter… A great power you have,
And a mind to control it.
It has been a long while since I've seen someone with your capacity of power and knowledge.
You remind me very much of your parents, but you also have a darker side of you.
Where to put you?
"Gryffindor." Harry thought, knowing the hat could hear his thoughts.
Gryffindor you say?
Your more than qualified to enter the Slytherin house.
Your power and thirst for knowledge will be well cultivated in Slytherin.
"Gryffindor… like my parents"Very well then. "GRYFFINDOR!"
Harry was smirking when the hat was pulled off, making sure to catch his friend's eye as he walked to the table on the opposite side of the hall, and took a seat next to Hermione.
(End of flashback)
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"I honestly can't believe that you told the hat to put you in Gryffindor, just to piss me off." Draco said, seeing the limo and his father who had been sent to pick the boys up from school.
"I've spent nearly every day of my life since we first met pissing you off. Why would it surprise you?" Harry answered.
"Because… you purposefully went against what the hat wanted to do, and forced yourself to be in the house of blundering red and gold idiots for the rest of your school days, just to get a rise out of me."
As they stopped in front of Lucius Malfoy, Harry got one last jab in, "Yes well, your quite cute when I ruffle your feathers."
Lucius shook his head at the two, being quite accustomed to their banter over the years. "Welcome home boys."
"Hello Father." Draco answered, watching the driver put his and Harry's stuff into the trunk of the car.
"Lucius." Harry said with his trademark grin.
"We don't bloody well have all day, get in the car so that we can get back to the Castellum… I have quite a bit of work to do." Lucius ordered.
"Yeah like preparing for Snape." Draco whispered under his breath to Harry, causing both boys to snicker as they slid into the back seat.
Lucius climbed in and took a seat facing the two, knocking on the glass that separated their compartment from the drivers, signaling him to go.
The limo moved quite like the knight bus. No one really ever saw it, and it moved much faster than any normal car. As the roads speed by Lucius watched the two men in front of him.
Harry had hit a growth spurt while away at school and had shot up from his 5'8" stature to his current 6'1", and it looked like he was still growing. He had lost all of the childish look to him, his face was more angular, his hair messy but short and manageable, his shoulders had filled out, and there had been power behind his strides when he had been walking towards Lucius. Even through his clothing Lucius could sense the muscles that Quidditch had given him, defining his chest and most likely making him the object of quite a few wet dreams both at Hogwarts and at the Castellum.
The dark-haired, green-eyed, tanned Gryffindor sat in stark contrast to his own son. He noticed that Draco was about half an inch shorter than Harry, but had quite a similar body type, as both boys trained in the same way for the seeker positions on their respective Quidditch teams. But Draco was lighter; alabaster skin, silky blond hair that fell perfectly combed to his ears and piercing ice blue eyes that could see through a person. All in all, both of these boys had grown up over the last school year, and Lucius was curious to see how they used their good looks, and the charm that had been beaten into them since childhood, to their advantage over the following summer. They had similar tastes in clothes, as they were both dressed in black jeans, and fairly tight short sleeved t-shirts.
"Your family should be home by the time we arrive. They should be waiting for you in the front room of the Manor."
Harry raised an eyebrow, "In the Manor? Not in our house?"
"No, in the Manor. It seems our Lord, wishes to speak to you both when we get there." Lucius replied, sounding very bored of the situation.
"Maybe he'll finally tell you that the reason you don't have a number on your mark is because your not good enough and he wants you to leave the Castellum and go join the Order of the Phoenix…" Draco piped in, nudging Harry with his arm.
Harry turned his left arm outwards so he could see the tattoo. It had been under a glamour since they had left the Castellum in September. He tapped his arm with his wand, and allowed the tattoo to come to the surface. "He wouldn't do that… he knows you'd follow me. And then Lucius would be sad, and Snape would be annoyed, and then they would both "have a headache" whenever he wanted sex… and we all know the last thing we want is a sexually frustrated Dark Lord on our hands."
Lucius rolled his eyes, quite used to the constant jabs he received from Harry about being Voldemort and Snape's "play thing." For some reason, Tom tolerated the boy's lack of respect, which meant that Lucius had to bear it as well.
Draco checked his watch, "Looks like we have about a half an hour drive before we get there. I think I'll take a nap," and with that Draco pulled a small pillow out from underneath his seat, put it on top of Harry's shoulder and fell asleep against him, without a care as to what Harry or Lucius might say.
Harry didn't mind much. No one really knew, but Harry had always had a thing for his best friend. He had always been a bit afraid of Draco thinking less of him for it, so instead of saying something, he simply went through his day, laughing and playing pranks, and doing Merlin knows what, to who ever they could, figuring he would get the balls to say something someday. Harry looked forward to moments like these where Draco would do something cute, like fall asleep on his shoulder, or grin and put his arm on Harry's shoulder and lean into him as if he was using him as a pole. They didn't happen often, so he enjoyed them when they did.
As they entered the front gates of the Castellum, Harry nudged Draco awake, and otherwise ignored the occupants of the car as he took in the sight of the large estate. The estate was about half the size of the entire Hogwarts grounds, if you included the Forbidden Forest and the lake, and yet it still seemed huge to Harry. A large stone wall circled the entire piece of land. Inside the wall it was like a whole different town. There were streets that crisscrossed, leading to homes of Death Eaters, as well as shops, and a pub or two. The closer you got to the Manor, which sat in the direct middle of the land, the larger the houses were, signifying that the people who lived in them were higher up in the Death Eater ranks.
Harry's own house sat just off the main road that led to the front door of the Manor, to the right. It was quite large with three stories, seven bedrooms, a regular and formal dinning room, and plenty of room to entertain. He, his parents, and his Godparents all lived there enjoying the comforts their life had to offer them.
On the left side of the street, sat two houses nearly identical except that one was closer to the Manor and was just a tad bit larger. The biggest one belonged to Draco and Harry's Potions professor, Severus Snape, and second to the Dark Lord himself. The house next door belonged to the Malfoy's. Those three houses were the closest houses to the Manor and the biggest inside of the Castellum walls, save the Manor itself. The Manor was huge, and looked like a castle in its own right, with three stories and four wings, not to mention two different ball rooms that were twice the size of the Great Hall. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that it was good to be the king.
The car stopped right outside of the Manor, and Harry waited for the driver to open his door for him before he slid out of the car. He hadn't taken five steps before he was tackled by a large jet-black dog.
"For Merlin's sake Padfoot, couldn't you just say hello like a normal person?" Harry pushed the dog off of him and stood up brushing off his clothing. When he looked up again, he came eye to eye with the dazzling face of Sirius Black.
"Now where would the fun be in that?" Sirius said as he pulled his godson into his arms for a brief hug. "I swear Pup, you've grown at least a foot since Christmas."
"And look at you, you haven't grown up at all. You should come back to Hogwarts with me, we have about the same maturity level." Harry laughed.
"That of course is why, James is your father, and we just get to hang around and muck up all of his hard work, trying to make you a respectable member of wizarding society." Remus said as he appeared behind Harry.
"Because we all know how the Marauder's are all 'respectable members of wizarding society'." Draco answered, as he walked past the trio with his father towards the Manor.
Harry and Sirius laughed at this, Remus looked amused but stayed silent.
"You better go on to the Manor. They are all waiting for you in there." Padfoot said.
"You two aren't joining us?"
Unless you were looking for it, you would never have seen the faint pink tinge that spread across Moony's cheeks as he replied, "No, we have other… stuff to do." He gave his lover an odd look before scratching the skin behind his own ear. "I'll see you at the house in a minute Pads?"
Harry gave them both a knowing grin, and laughed when he saw the look on Sirius' face, as he watched Remus walk towards the house.
"Has there ever been a time when you didn't want to jump him?" Harry asked.
Sirius' eyes didn't remove themselves from his lover's backside when he responded, "Never, not since I first set eyes on him on the train to Hogwarts."
Harry smiled fondly, thinking that he felt the same way about Draco, ever since he found out what sex was. "Well go on then. What ever that scratch behind the ears meant, it must be something good by the way you're panting. Better move your ass before he changes his mind."
Sirius grinned and ruffled Harry's hair, "You always were a perceptive pup, maybe one day I'll show you just what a scratch behind the ears means…" and with that Padfoot changed back into the black dog he had been earlier and bounded after his lover.
Harry turned and walked into the Manor, ignoring the house elf that opened the door for him and moved quickly into the front room.
"Ah Harry there you are. Have Pads and Moony been corrupting your mind again?" James Potter asked as caught sight of his son.
Harry strolled into the room and towards his parents, giving his mother and a father a quick hug, "I've been around those two all my life, I'm pretty sure I've been fully corrupted by now."
"Not to mention the way Hermione and Ron practically smother him with attention." Draco said a just a few feet out of Harry's range.
"You shouldn't talk, Blaise would kiss your feet, or any other part of you for that matter if you asked."
"Well I certainly hope that with all of this attention you two have managed to at least follow my orders." Said a voice from across the room.
The atmosphere of the room changed immediately. James, Lily, and Lucius immediately stepped away to the side of the room, and lowered their heads. All noise stopped immediately, and Harry watched Draco drop to one knee and bow his head with a breathed, "My Lord."
Tom Riddle, more commonly known as Lord Voldemort, strode across the room until he was just a few feet in front of the pair of boys. Harry watched Tom move across the room. He was a handsome man, Harry thought. His looks never did betray his age, for Tom Riddle had stopped growing old at what appeared to be the age of thirty. He had dark brown hair that was slightly curly like Harry's that he tended to keep short, a sharp face, and a tall thin body without an ounce of fat on it. But it was his eyes that everyone noticed first. Tom Riddle's eyes never stayed the same color for long. Just in the five seconds it took him to cross the room, Harry noticed that Tom's eyes had gone from a hazy brown, to a deep purple, and were currently changing into a teal-like color.
Harry's own eyes locked with Tom's. Instead of lowering himself and his eyes to the ground with the normal "My Lord," an amused look spread across Harry's face as he gave a lavish bow. One hand against his stomach, the other in the air to the side, and his right foot sweeping behind him. His eyes never left Tom's, almost mockingly as he greeted him with a polite sounding, "Tom."
"Your lucky I like you, or else you would be in the far corner over there screaming and writhing on the floor."
"In pain or pleasure?" Harry asked as he stood straight again, still having to look up at Tom who stood two or three inches taller than he did.
A smirk, with just a hint of smile crossed Tom's face, "Stand, boy." He said to the blond who had not moved from his kneeling position on the floor. "I want to see your arms."
Neither Draco nor Harry said anything. Immediately they lifted their left arms, and flicked their wrists over so that their palms were facing up, and Voldemort could see their crests.
Riddle took a hold of Harry's wrist, and ran his other hand over the crest. As he waited for his spell to tell him what he wanted to know, he took in the tattoo on the boy's arm. About three inches large stood a proud lion in front of a dark castle with a moon that followed the lunar cycle. Around the top of the tallest tower was a basilisk that had coiled itself there and forever sat watching the lion.
A moment later Harry's crest glowed green, and he felt no pain, indicating that he had followed his masters orders to a "T." Tom ran his hand over the crest again and the glow disappeared, and both men watched as the basilisk at the tower nodded his head once.
"Very good." He said before dropping the arm and grasping Draco's and doing the same. Draco's crest was different. One large basilisk ran the edge of the tattoo, with one stripe, while a thinner and smaller one curled at the head, its one stripe was not full, but broken almost like a dotted line, indicating that he was the heir of someone in Voldemort's inner circle. As for the family crest itself, there was a Dragon that stood proudly, guarding what seemed to be a castle in the far off distance, and a triton lying at its feet. Draco's tattoo also glowed green.
Voldemort dropped the blonde's arm and looked at the boys' parents, "Excuse yourselves from the room." He commanded and watched as the three bowed once again and left the room, closing and locking the doors behind them.
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