The Metamorphous Orphan and Voldemort's Heir:
Hey guys, HP7.2 was epic, anyway here's proabably longest chapter so far in my fanfic. and my buddy Lauren and i have concluded that because of Harry's horcrux the Parseltongue would end up genetically altering his DNA so yes i believe he still possess the power to use it and Lilly and Albus both have more of a chance of inheirting the trait than James because the trait would be recessive. yes this information is important to the chapter, and yes paying attention in biology helps realise these sort of things. anyway read review and enjoy
Disclaimer: all rights belong to JKR. only the story and Zyla belong to my friend and I
Chapter 5: Home for the Holiday and Secrets Revealed
Zyla had just spent the last three months learning and practicing magic and hanging out with Teddy when her entire year thought she was studying. And now she was going to head home in about seventy-two hours to see her big brother and her mother and father, little tike Scorpius Hyperbion Malfoy, her nephew and her sister in law Astoria. Zyla was having mixed feelings about it, in her mother's recent letters it had seemed that Father had gotten more bitter and cold as winter holidays neared. Even Draco's most recent letter said he'd prefer if she stayed with him and his family rather than with Mother and Father for holiday because Father's mannerisms were getting so bad that Mother had to come over the their house to visit Scorpius, rather than he go over there.
That night in the library during their last weekly (it had most recently become nightly) hang out, before holiday, she expressed these feelings with Teddy. "I just don't know Ted, Dad's never been so bad that Mum and he couldn't see Scorpy. Look at this letter my brother sent me." She handed him the letter and Teddy read and re-read it multiple times before he looked up at her worried. "You should probably stay with your brother; he seems genuinely worried about you. Grand-mum started kinda loosing it when I was five that's why I live with Uncle Harry now. Uncle Ron reckons she's gone mad like Uncle George did when I was two." Teddy said in a serious tone, looking at her with piercing golden eyes, it was a full moon that night and Teddy's eyes were forced that color on the full moon, it was his werewolf genetics. "Are you saying my father's is going mad?" her voice went into it's cool superior tone that scared Teddy and warned him he crossed a line. "No! I'm just saying follow your brother's advice, I don't Draco Malfoy that well, but he seems like a guy you can trust once he opens up to you, he has good judgment too according to Uncle Harry and Uncle Ron." Teddy said in a smaller voice, his tone still serious. She looked at him with calculating ashy grey eyes, a glare hidden behind her dark and blonde streaked hair, her pale alabaster skin glinting in the ray of the moon through the library window. Teddy could see her mind wurring with accusations trying in vain to find the lie beneath his words that wasn't there. Teddy rarely lied to anyone he was very open and truthful, Zyla knew that but there were a few occasions where he had made a small jibe at her family but only ever meaning it as a joke.
She gave up the attempt to catch him in a lying act long ago, so why did she think he was lying now? Because the boy can bring you to him, and you can bring him to me…the cold hissy voice said in her mind, she shivered internally at the sound of the voice. She had woken up many times in the last semester to the same dream and each time Teddy would die a different way. She was terrified for him and for herself and whoever that man was that the voice wanted dead. "Zy? Are you okay? You have that look again." Teddy's voice brought her back to reality, "Yes, I'm fine…..did you hear that?" she heard a smooth feminine voice calling to her. Teddy looked at her confused, "No, Zyla I think u should go the hospital wing." He looked at her like she was the one losing her mind, "Zyla, come my child." The voice reminded her of her mother; Zyla stood abruptly and followed the new voice out into the hall and to an unused bathroom. That Zyla had only heard rumors about but never ventured to seek the truth of it. Teddy came to a stop behind her and gasped, he knew this bathroom, His Aunt and Uncle told him about it, Aunt Ginny nearly died in there, or underneath it at least. "Zyla we can't go in there, it's haunted by this Ghost that nearly raped Uncle Harry when he was fourteen. And there's a giant dead snake underneath it that almost killed Aunt Ginny." Teddy said very quickly Zyla rolled her eyes and created a challenge in her mind, "What is this? A Gryffindor to scared of a harmless ghost and a dead snake body to see what's inside this door?" She mocked as she opened the door and strolled in, she turned to look at him with an elegantly raised eyebrow, "are you going to join me or stand there and piss yourself?" she jabbed teasingly, Teddy scoffed and puffed out his chest (which at this point in time wasn't that impressive) and strolled in after her with a scowl of anger and egotistical pain on his face. Zyla giggled into her hand and lead the rest of the way inside. It looked like an ordinary girls lavatory, nothing seemingly remarkable about it, except for a cloudy crack mirror over an extraordinarily dirty sink. Zyla shot a look curious at Teddy who returned it. Teddy cupped his hands over his mouth and yelled "Hello? Myrtle?" a female ghost popped her head out of a stall door looking very peeved. "YES? Who dares enter my bathroom?" the ghost's eyes settled on Teddy and they flared with anger, "Yes boy? What do you want?" Teddy just looked at her with a smirk and said "I'm Harry Potter's godson, Teddy Lupin." He said to the ghost girl. Myrtle's eyes softened and she straightened her uniform and she messed with her pigtails, "I-is he around? Oh! I haven't seen him since 1996, when he was sixteen, an extremely handsome man he was, I was hoping he'd come back to see me, I think he's always had a soft spot for me in his heart." She squealed looking around the room. Teddy shook his head, "No, but I can make myself look like him if that makes you more comfortable." He offered, she nodded just aching to see her hopelessly unavailable crush again. Teddy closed his eyes and concentrated on a picture of his godfather that he had memorized, it was of Harry holding him when Teddy was just over a year old. Harry had just turned eighteen in the picture. Teddy felt himself grow a good two feet, his hair darkened and lengthened slightly, his face became thinner and more defined, his muscles grew toned and visible. His body became less gangly and his skin paled considerably, his nose shrunk a little and pointed upwards slightly, his eyelashes grew longer and his eyes lightened and warmed to a greener gold hue, giving his eyes a hazel glow that would rival his oldest younger god brother, and a small lightning bolt scar formed on his head just to the left of the bridge of his nose.
Teddy opened his eyes and looked in the mirror closest to him, the resemblance to the real man was uncanny, and Albus would look like this in a few years. Teddy thought examining his features. The only thing missing was the glasses but apparently those didn't matter because Moaning Myrtle shrieked in excitement at the sight of Teddy. "OH MY GOSH! HARRY YOU LOOK AMAZING! How do I look?" she said flirting a bit at the end, causing Teddy to visibly squirm at the idea of Harry complimenting a ghost.
Zyla watching all this snickered at Teddy's reaction to the ghost girl. The ghost batted her eyes at Teddy in Harry's body, and Teddy forced a smile that would show up as a grimace on Harry's face. Zyla guessed Harry was never truly enthusiastic about this ghost either that or he expressed his emotions a little too well. Then she felt a pulse of undeniable bloodlust go through her body, she heard the cold hissing voice again "Kill him, KILL HIM!" it hissed in her head, her vision narrowed considerable as she fought against her body to kill her best friend. NO she screamed in her mind as she struggled to maintain control. Teddy hadn't taken notice that his friend's normally dark eyes were flaming red or that she was scrunching up her face in pain and frustration. He was busy trying to fight off the very handsy ghost. Then Zyla screamed out in a raspy voice a language Teddy had heard only once before when a gardener snake had somehow gotten into the house, Uncle Harry had to use it to get rid of the snake without killing it. But Teddy never knew what it was called and to his memory Uncle Harry only used the skill once in front of his children. The floor rumbled behind him and the sinks near the door opened and the dirty sink disappeared, leaving a gaping hole in the floor of the lavatory. Teddy morphed back into his original state as Zyla collapsed; he ran and caught her before she hit the floor. Her eyes were closed and she was shaking and convulsing in his arms, Teddy's eyes were wide and scared as he watched his best friend fight an internal battle for her body. A baby boa crawled out of the giant caverness hole in the floor and slithered toward them. Moaning Myrtles eyes widened at the scene that had unfolded in front of her, "Shall I call a Professor?" she asked, Teddy looked at her with tear stricken eyes, "Longbottom, get Professor Longbottom." He said quietly, the ghost girl nodded and floated away quickly.
A few minutes aggravatingly long minutes later Neville Longbottom appeared in the Bathroom, with a look of concern on his face, he saw Harry's godson and Draco's sister sitting and our laying in the floor of the vast cold room, and a rather normal sized snake coiled at Teddy's side helping him support the small girl in his arms. Neville scooped up Zyla carefully and Teddy picked up the snake cautiously and they walked out of the bathroom, Teddy ran to the library to get Zyla's things and put the snake in her bag. While Neville brought Zyla to the hospital wing, where Madame Pomfrey was waiting for the unconscious and dangerously pale girl.
Teddy went home three days later completely alone, Draco came to get Zyla the day after the incident, sending her home early was the best way to get her home for the holidays. Teddy stared out the window as they pulled into Kings Cross, Harry was standing there waiting for him with a giant smile on his fatherly face. Teddy released a breath that he didn't know he was holding when he saw his godfather. "Uncle Harry!" Teddy cried as he came off the train with a gleeful smile. Harry saw him a opened his arms as Teddy flew into him. "I-We missed you so much buddy! How was the last couple of days, I didn't get letters and I began to worry, is everything okay?" Harry asked running his hands through his godson's green and neon blue hair as Teddy clung to him. The question broke the shell Teddy had hid behind since that dreadful night, he broke down in tears, sobbing against Harry's chest. Harry merely rubbed his back and motioned for Ron who had offered to join Harry in collecting Teddy from the Train that morning, to get the trunk and owl cage. Ron got the luggage and followed Harry as he carried a slightly taller blubbering eleven year old out to the car.
"Buddy? What happened can you tell me?" Harry asked, sitting in the back seat with his godson as the small boy cried silently in to his shoulder while Ron drove. Harry wrapped his arm around Teddy and pulled him tight to him so he could hear what the boy whispered and hiccupped about the dreaded event that brought him to tears. "We were just [hiccup] exploring the castle on our off hour before bed [hiccup] and we went to Moaning Myrtles bathroom [hiccup] Moaning Myrtle said she wanted me to morph into you, so I did and she talked to me more, Zyla all of a [hiccup] sudden screams in that snake whisper language I saw you [hiccup] use when the gardener snake was in the house[hiccup] and she falls down I caught her [hiccup] then Myrtle ran and got Neville who took her to the hospital wing [hiccup]" Teddy was so shaken by the story that it brought a fresh wave tears, Harry clutched him close and rubbed his make so more, he made eye contact with Ron who nodded in agreement something was deffinatly fishy about that girl.
Zyla awoke in her bed at Malfoy Manor with her mother sleeping peacefully in a chair next to her bed. Narcissa Malfoy looked so happy for the first time since Zyla could remember, that it broke Zyla's heart to think about how she would go back to her depressed state once she a woke. There was a knock at the door of her bedroom. "Come in." Zyla whispered just loud enough for whoever was behind the door to here. The door opened and her three year old nephew scrambled into the room and was promptly followed by his father and Zyla's favorite person. "Auntie Z!" Scorpius squealed as he ran over to her bed, Draco smiled and picked up his tiny son and they both plopped down on the bed with Zyla. "How do you feel, both Mum and I were worried you wouldn't wake until Christmas." Draco said with a smile but the worry was still held in his steely grey eyes. Zyla looked at her brother and fell into his shoulder seeking comfort, she felt violated and used and needed to know someone still loved her and cared enough to hold her while she cried. Scorpius, the sweet little boy he was, patted her head and said in a cute little way "it okay, Zywa I wove woo." Zyla turned her head enough to see her nephew and smile as a single tear escaped her eye. "Thanks Scorp I love you too." She said giving the little boy a tiny smile. He giggled and flung himself from his father's arms on to the floor in typical three year old rambunctiousness, and ran for his Grandmother who had just woken up. Draco wrapped a protective arm around Zyla's body sensing his father would wake soon. "GANDMAW!" the tiny boy squealed at Narcissa, who squinted down at him briefly before scooping him up in her arms. "Hello! Scorpy my boy! Are you excited for Christmas with Grandmum and Granddad?" She asked in a high excited tone while tickling his tummy. The little boy cackled as he tried to speak a reply and failed to do so. Narcissa smiled at the grandson before turning to her two beloved children. Both, who watched the whole transaction in mild amusement. "Good Morning, Mum, I'm glad to see you're feeling better, how's Dad?" Draco said in a neutral tone, it was neither loving and warm, nor cold and distant like it normally was when he differentiated between his parents. Zyla took that as a warning sign that her father was on a dangerous verge of doing something horrible. They, her mother and brother, often spoke this way when Lucius was about to have an emotional breakdown. "He's nursing the muggle flu at the moment, I expect he won't wake until," Narcissa looked at the clock on the bed stand, "Nine at the latest." Her voice was the same even tone as her son's, unfeeling and monotone.
Just then they all heard a great yelp from a floor above them. Draco stood and went to check it out. Zyla immediately felt exposed without her brother there protecting her. Narcissa noticed Zyla's change in demeanor, her daughter looked frail and weak to her. Narcissa always saw her daughter as fragile, Voldemort was too, he just would never let anyone see it if he could. He'd felt alone and abandoned by his father, Narcissa knew that much, that was why the man could not get close to anyone without feeling like they were completely untrustworthy to him. He felt he had to force them to be loyal and become his slaves. That was the same way her daughter looked now fragile and untrusting. Scorpius squirmed in her arms as he wished t follow his father, Narcissa set him down but Scorpius hadn't made it to the door when Draco came in looking fearful. "He's awake and furious but refuses to tell me why." Draco said in a grave voice. Narcissa stood to protect her daughter as she heard her husband descend the stairs.
"Where did you get this snake, Girl?" Lucius asked in hard cold voice, fifteen minutes later, Draco stood out in the hall with his mother, wife and son, who had somehow managed to fall asleep, listening to his father repeatedly question the tired eleven year old girl. "I-I don't know, I-I don't remember" Zyla stuttered her voice so quiet they almost couldn't hear her, Draco scowled at how scared she sounded. His baby sister should never feel afraid to answer a question it just wasn't right. Draco had been standing scowling for a while now, both his mother and his wife told him he should stop, he could get wrinkles, but that hadn't stopped him. Then they heard Lucius snap, "ANSWER MY QUESTION, YOU INSULENT BRAT!" he bellowed, the air had all of a sudden got thicker for Draco as he waited for her quick witted remark to the insult. "I…Don't….Know…" she replied firmly her tone making Draco proud, it was cold and cruel, and had the same effect his did when he was in school and he call out Potter just to annoy him. And then there was a sudden SMACK and a sob from his sister; and then Draco was gone, he went into Auror mode and stormed into the room and stared down his father with a look of disgust.
"Draco get back in the hall." His father said calmly, eerily calm. Draco ignored the warning in the tone, "No. ZylaBell are you okay?" he ran over to his sister and held her close and stroked her long black and silvery blonde toned hair. "shh, it's okay, he won't hurt you anymore." He whispered into her hair as she cried. She looked up at him, her dark grey eyes were black now and filled with pain, a giant hand print across her small delicate cheek, it was going to leave a bruise, that refueled Draco's anger, her question caught him off guard though, "how do you know?" her voice was small but strong, cold a cruel just like her father's, "Because that man over there isn't your father, Voldemort is."