DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, if I did then I will have my Harley-Davidson and living a great life right now, such things I do not have or do.
SUMMARY: What would have happened if the night Voldemort was defeated, but James and Lily Potter were dead? What would have happened to Harry Potter? Been the Heir of the Mafia and Vampire Clan; Islatov.
A/N: This chapter will have some violence, not to graphic, but violence none the less. THANX! To my 2 first reviewers!.
Russian
CHAPTER 2
Two years later.
Ivan Islatov was at a meeting in England. Two years since his boys were murdered and it was the first time that he returned to said country. The meeting was with the CEO in his company of guns. It had been a long meeting, with lots of problems, since there seemed to be some problems in the country.
Some unexplainable events had been happening. Ivan had an idea of such problems, been a vampire, and having two of his most trusted advisers as vampires and wizards to that.
There seemed to be problems in the magical community with some dark wizards that wanted to finish what their dead leader, the Dark Lord, started some years ago. They wanted to finish with the muggleborns; to finish with muggles if that could be done.
Once the meeting was over, he went to his hotel. At 2 a.m. Ivan was too restless to even try to relax. That's why he took, at such hour, a stroll through the city.
So deep in thought that he didn't realized where he was going. The direction of his stroll got him to an alley. He wasn't too worried if something happened, since he had a lot of strength and advantage over any thief, if they tried to do something. An hour later he heard something that most likely would change his life and his wife's life.
ISLATOV CLAN
Harry Potter-Dursley was having a really bad day. The caretaker, Mr. Arthur Willis, had been more violent than any other day. After the accident, two years ago, his life changed in a dramatic way.
After such a fantastic day with his family, the fatal accident took from him his family. When they arrived to the hospital, he knew that his aunt and uncle were dead; then some days later, his cousin and brother died from a heart failure.
Once he was good to leave the hospital, the State put him in the care of an orphanage. In Lindsay Orphanage (which was by no means small or bad looking) life wasn't as easy or normal as it could be in other orphanages.
His day started in a normal way for the kids in there. With 5 years old, he learned how to cook, and had some burns since then. In a mysterious way, his burns were healed. Today was special; some foster parents would come to see the kids in the orphanage, and may be some of his friends would be adopted.
Harry was in charge of the food that would be given to said adults. "Boy! How is the food going?" Mr. Willis asked one of his favourite kids.
They were favourites in the fact that he would have two or three kids especially for when his frustrations were too much. "Everything is ready sir. May I have some water?" little Harry asked. He knew what would happen today, so he wanted to have something to drink before going to the room where Mike and John would be too.
These three kids could not go to meet the foster parents, since they were "special". They were used as punching bags when things were bad for Mr. Willis, and today would be one of those days.
Late that night, once the parents and some of his friends were gone, the nightmare for Mike, John and Harry started. Mr. Willis wanted to get rid of at least 10 children, but with his luck there were only 5 that were adopted that day.
"Those bloody kids can't do something right, 10 were supposed to leave no 5!" Mr. Willis screamed in his head while he began drinking. Once he was drunk and the rest of the kids, specially the older ones, were asleep, he went to look for his "favourite" kids.
When he arrived to the room, which actually was the attic, he started to look for little Harry. Of the 3 in the attic, he was the one he favours to beat and hit until he couldn't any more.
When he spotted him, he yelled to the other 2 children to leave the room. "This night will be fun" he thought. "Come here boy, today will be particular fun, for both of us" he said to Harry. He knew he had to answer in the most humble way or it will be worst "Yes Mr. Willis".
Once Harry was in front of the man, he slapped him so hard that the little boy was at least a feet on the floor. Having not much to eat wasn't too good in these situations.
"You are a pathetic boy, a scum, that's why you are not allowed to meet foster parents! Who would want a boy as skinny, bad looking, who doesn't know how to obey as you! Someone as clumsy and dumb as you!" Mr. Willis said while he kicked the boy in his torso, and stomach.
Suddenly there was a crack noise; one or two ribs were broken. The tirade continued while the beating was on. Harry was very intelligent, even for his age, and knew that if by any chance he said something the beating would be worse.
Unfortunately he was still recovering from the last beating and his tender ribs cracked even more with each punch. "Mommy Tunia, Daddy Non, where are you? Can I be with you now?" little Harry thought while he tried to keep quiet, even if there were some tears on his face.
Then, out of the blue, Arthur Willis took him from his hair and launched him through the room, only stopping with the wall opposite to where they were. A loud noise was heard and Harry now had a terrible headache and blood running along his back. Then a crash noise, a chair was added to the beating. This time the chair was used on his legs, again his torso. Heavy boots made contact with his head, neck and he started to lose the battle. The weight was too much for him.
While he started to see black his last thought was "Please I want to be with Mommy and Daddy, and Duds. I want to be with someone who cares" and he passed out.
When Mr. Willis saw all the blood and the state of the little boy, he started to laugh. He took Harry by the t-shirt and saw the window. Such window had the view of the city, and also was the one that could took anyone to the backyard. He took Harry and threw him in the air until several cracks were heard.
It was at least 3 stories until he landed. In his drunken stupor he left the room, and took the body, since he was certain the boy was dead, to the trunk of his car. "If by any chance social services come, I can say, as always, and that he run away, after all they never search for them" he thought.
He drove to the other end of the city, and left the body in an alley where the only people who knew of it were addicts or prostitutes.
ISLATOV CLAN
The noise Ivan Islatov heard was one of tires of a heavy vehicle. Then he heard something like if someone had dropped a body, but he wasn't certain. With precaution, he went to see what was happening; he wasn't prepared to the scene that met his eyes.
In his Clan, all children were cherished, they were precious gifts, and seen a little boy as the one he found was of horror for him. Suddenly, a wave of flashbacks arrived to his mind. All of them of time with his Ivan and his Dimitri, when they were born, when their fangs were visible for the first time, all until the day of the accident. But the smell, fear, death and magic retrieved him from his memories.
The child was too skinny, and he supposed his age would be 4 or 5. Then he saw his scar, one more prominent than the others and he tried to remember where he saw that particular scar.
"By Vlad's fangs! He is the little boy of 2 years ago!" he thought. With his vampire powers he started to heal the boy, at least what he could. In that moment he decided to take this child home.
His wife and he didn't try to have more children after the accident, but he knew that an heir was a most in their lives, besides both of them were full of love for a child. Without hesitation, he took the child in his arms "he is too thin, and has more broken bones than I want to count" he thought. With haste, but trying not to injure the boy more, he made his way to his hotel room.
When he arrived Vladimir, his head guard and friend, approached him. "My Lord, what happened? You have blood all over your clothes!" Vladimir said. Ivan didn't pay attention to him; he went to his room and put the boy over the bed, as gently as he could. He didn't close the door, since he knew Vladimir would follow him.
"My friend, I found this boy in an alley, it's a miracle he still breaths!" Ivan whispered. "I can sense that, but what are you going to do? Are you going to take him to his parents?" asked Vladimir. "To tell you the truth I don't know. I want to heal him, then to hear his story and from there I will decide" said Ivan with a sad voice and face.
They were almost 5 hours healing the boy, while both of them were thinking what to do, and the consequences of their options. At 7:30 a.m., they left for another meeting, leaving the boy to rest, and Ishmael to see whatever needs the boy could have.
When Harry woke up, he didn't recognize the room or the bed where he was. "Am I dead? Am I dreaming? May be I can see Mommy, Daddy and Duds!" little Harry thought. There was a noise to his right, and he tried to see what made it. He turned his head and was meet with a very big and tall man, with long hair and deep brown eyes.
"How do you feel Little One? My name is Ishmael" Ishmael whispered in a thick Russian accent.
Harry didn't know what to do, or what to think, but since the tall man seemed nice he answered. "My whole body hurts. Am I in heaven?" he answered with hope in his eyes at the last of his answer.
Ishmael smiled sadly and gave him some potions. "No Little One, you are not in heaven. What is your name?" Harry didn't know how to take the answer, but the friendly voice was very much welcome.
"My name is Harry Potter-Dursley, and I'm 5, how old are you?" he said. In that moment a rich and nice laugh met Harry ears. "Little One, I'm too old. Now do you need something?" when Harry shook his head, Ishmael stood up and was about to leave when Harry said in a little voice; that if Ishmael wasn't a vampire most likely wouldn't have heard.
"Do you have to leave? I don't want to be alone". Ishmael reached the bed and took the boy in his arms. He started to sing to the little boy, an Old Russian lullaby his mother used to sing to his brother and him. In no more than seconds Harry was again fast asleep. In that moment he phoned Vladimir.
"Boss the Little One wake up a minute ago and now is fast asleep again" Ishmael said to Vladimir. "MMMM and he told you something at all? He said something that can help to know what to do with him? By the way, why are you whispering?" asked Vladimir.
Ishmael wasn't known to be the kind type, he was one of the most rude and hard men Vladimir had ever met. He didn't have an ounce of kindness. "Well the Little One didn't want to be alone, and couldn't go to sleep so I sang to him and he is in my arms" was the answer; Vladimir laughed deep from his heart. "Ish, I think you need a childe and soon" Vladimir said.
Ishmael wanted to curse, so in order to not wake up the little one he did it in his mind. "Anyway, what did he told you, before that? Jajajajaja" Vladimir asked. "Well he said his name is Harry Potter-Dursley, and that he is 5" a reluctant Ishmael said. "OK keep an eye on him Ishmael, we will try to be there at 3 pm. Ok?" said Vladimir.
"OK boss. MMM can I have one of the guys to buy him some pyjamas? So he can be comfortable" said Ish. "Sure, but only one and they have to walk, understood? Oh and Ish, you do have it bad for the child" Vladimir hung up and started to laugh.
"Why are you laughing Vladimir?" asked Ivan as he approached. "Nothing, is just that I can't imagine Ishmael singing a lullaby to the child, he even calls him Little One, jajajaja" Ivan smiled, it was true, Ishmael was as serious as his brother Severus, if not more.
"Did the child say something?" he asked. Vladimir knowing what happened two years ago, and knowing that day events, he didn't know what to answer. If he didn't answer truthfully Ivan Islatov would be very angry, so he decided to answer him in a secluded room.
"My Lord, the child said he is 5, and mmmmmm, that his name is Harry Potter-Dursley" Ivan Islatov couldn't believe it, he was the same child from that fatal day, the child with such magical power. "Really? Well, Vladimir I want to know what happened to him and to know where is his family before we arrive to the hotel" said Ivan and left to call his wife.
ISLATOV CLAN
In Islatov Mansion, Anastasia was doing her rose garden. The same garden in where her children loved to play so much. The place had some of her most wonderful moments, but also brought her much sadness. She was so deep in her work that her cellular phone startled her. "Yes? Oh Ivan my love, what a wonderful surprise! Everything OK?" asked Anastasia. She didn't want her husband to go to England, but knew he had to.
"Yes dear, everything is fine. Darling, do you remember Harry Potter?" asked Ivan. She was even more surprised with the mention of that name. She had a really good memory and she remembered the names of her children friends, including Harry and Dudley. "Why do you ask?" she said. "Well I found him in an abandoned alley last night, nearly dead" Ivan said.
Anastasia had always been very protective of children, so when he said that, she started to curse in Russian, French, English and every language she knew. Ivan knew his wife would react in a similar way, but didn't expect it to be so forceful. "A can't believe it Ivan; his parents seemed to be good people, and his brother?" Anastasia asked. She knew deep in her heart that if those children were in danger, that she would do everything in her power to protect them.
"I can't answer that darling, but I have Vladimir investigating what happened, I'll phone you when I have news, so we can decide. I love you my dear love" Ivan hung up the phone and went to finish the meeting and then to see what Vladimir found.
ISLATOV CLAN
Meanwhile Vladimir was researching everything with the name Dursley and Potter in both worlds. Since he could sense the magical energy of the little boy it would be wise.
An hour later, Ivan and Vladimir went for a coffee; they found the concept good for when their nerves were at edge.
"Tell me Vladimir, what you found?" asked Ivan while sipping his coffee. Vladimir waited, since he knew what would happen with the news he had. Also some of the news he had had something to do with the dead of Ivan Jr. and Dimitri, but he had to be sure, before he upset him more. It would not be easy for neither of them, or for Anastasia.
"My Lord, Basili and myself found some very disturbing news about the child. The day you met them, after they left you, they had a terrible car accident, leaving the children orphaned in less than 30 minutes. Some days later Dudley Dursley died by a heart failure. Once the hospital said the child was good to leave the State put him in Lindsay Orphanage. Now, it seems like a well and respected place, but it is known to have some missing children since Mr. Arthur Willis is the caretaker." Ivan couldn't believe it! The same day Anastasia and him lost their boys, little Harry lost his parents. Everything was like a sick joke!
"Vladimir, are you sure? And in the magical world?" he asked. Vladimir exhale, the little boy had had a really tough life. "Well, his biological parents were murdered by Voldemort the day he was vanquished. Lucius and Severus said it was because of a child, but they never told us the name of the child, now we know. When they were murderer Headmaster Albus Dumbledore took him and then he gave the child to his aunt, Petunia Dursley. He is expected to return to the magical world for his education. He also kept him from his godfather." he said with some sadness.
Albus Dumbledore, the same man that had his friend and advisor; Severus Snape; at his service, for something he didn't do, away from his Clan. It was good that his other friend and advisor, Lucius Malfoy, was in the same world as him.
"Let's go to the hotel, we need to see how is the child doing, and meanwhile I have to talk to my wife" said Ivan. Once in the car he called his wife again.
"IVAN NICKOLAI ISLATOV! ARE YOU GETTING OLD OR WHAT?" answered Anastasia, now Ivan knew his wife was at edge as him. Most likely she was really worried. "Darling, calm down. Now I have the news you are waiting for. It seems that little Harry is orphaned in the muggle world and in the magical world. His biological parents died the day Voldemort was vanquished and his muggle parents in a car accident after they left us. We can either put him in good health or leave him in a good orphanage, not the one he was in, or we can adopt him. But in the end my Dear is going to be as his decision as yours" Ivan said with a sad voice and with trepidation, he knew his wife wanted more children, but with what happened neither of them thought it was a good idea.
In the end this could be their opportunity. When he finished, Anastasia was in tears, not only HER children suffered that day, but also the little boy Dimitri seemed so fond of that day. In just a moment she had her decision, but hoped her husband would like it and accepted it.
"Ivan Islatov, I want that child in the Mansion tomorrow morning! I want him healed, but also I want to adopt him fully" she said in a very low and sad voice. She would make sure that the child was happy; she would do it for her children. "I thought you would say that. Just let him rest for the trip and tomorrow afternoon we will be at home" he said, knowing beforehand what his wife would say.
"I'll have everything ready, please be careful. I'll call Severus so he can help us". She said and hung up.
ISLATOV CLAN
Ishmael was almost furious with his boss, he knew that he long to have a Childe, but with his lifestyle it was difficult, besides if he did it he wanted the Childe to have a good life, not like his and his brother Severus.
He was too deep in thought that when Yuri arrived with the pyjamas he was startled. "Ish, what is wrong? You seem trouble my friend" said his friend and partner. "I don't know why, but the Little One remembers me of how our lives were before Vladimir rescued us" said Ishmael in a sad voice.
For Yuri it wasn't something new, he knew almost everything of his partner and friend, but only the general idea of the Snape brother's life. "Don't worry too much; our Lord will do the right thing. He has a good heart." said Yuri. Ishmael nodded and when Yuri left the room he changed the little boy into the pyjamas.
Some hours later Harry was up again and asked for something to eat. All vampires had really developed senses, and Ishmael knew the Little One couldn't eat much before he got sick, so he phoned room service and asked for some fruit. They started to talk and even Ishmael laughed of some of the things little Harry said.
That was the scene at which Ivan and Vladimir arrived. "Then I told Duds that he had to eat less candy, but he didn't like the idea. He didn't talked to me for a day, and when we were alright with each other his heart failed and he died" finished little Harry in a whisper. In that moment the room was as silent as a cementery. The adults didn't know what to say, so that was the moment Ivan decided to talk. Even if he was surprised of the fact that sarcastic and serious Ishmael could laugh.
"Hello Harry, how do you feel?" asked Ivan. He was nervous, even if he didn't seem like it, he didn't know if Harry would remember him or not. In that moment Harry saw Ivan for the first time in 2 years, he remembered the vampire as if it was yesterday.
"Yes sir, I remember you. You are Ivan and Dmitri's father. You had a candy store closed for them and they invited my brother Dudley and me to share the experience" said Harry. Ivan Islatov was at a loss of words, he didn't expect the child to remember him, not even his sons. It seems that Harry Potter-Dursley was full of surprises.
In a sad voice he said, "Yes child, I'm their father. I know they appreciated you a lot, but I have to say that they are dead." Harry couldn't believe it! His friends were dead and he was in a room with their father.
From experience he knew not to asked questions that could be painful, so he only nodded. "What do you say if we go to see my wife Anastasia, do you remember her?" asked Ivan to the child.
The fact that Vladimir and Ishmael were shocked wasn't lost to Ivan, so he smirked. It wasn't every day that he could shock his guards.
"You mean the pretty lady? I really can see her again?" Harry remembered Anastasia as well as Ivan, and that day he got really good with her, she even laughed with him! "I will like that a lot. Mr. Ivan thank you for caring." he said in a low voice.
With a small smile and a kiss in the forehead Ivan left to make the necessary arrangements for tomorrow, he knew Vladimir could do it, but this time he wanted to do it personally, just as when his children were alive.
Vladimir and Ishmael were once again surprised. Ivan Islatov hadn't done that since his children were murdered.
Then Vladimir smile, it seems his friend and boss was healing for real this time. It also seems this child would give back what the Islatov Clan lost 2 years ago. Someone to take care for and that would get the better of the adults.
He couldn't wait to see what would happen, after all, the little boy made the one and only Ishmael Snape, rude, tough, sarcastic and serious vampire laughed and cared, if he could do that, Vladimir was certain he will do the same to his other Childe, with Severus.
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