AN-Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed the first chapter of this story. It was a vague idea that I had and wanted to see what everyone thought of it. But now I need to give the disclaimers and what not. This is rated M for a reason there will be swearing and violence and all around good mature fun. This will be a Drarry fic which means boy on boy. Draco+ Harry/Athos If you don't like this then please don't continue reading. Lastly I don't own anything you recognize in the story I'm just playing with it.
AN-BECAUSE IT SEEMS THE FIRST NOTE WAS IGNORED I'VE ADDED THIS ONE JUST SO EVERYONE KNOWS, FIRST OF ALL I'M NOT YELLING I'M TYPING IN CAPS TO MAKE SURE EVERYONE READS THIS. IF YOU HAVEN'T READ MY OTHER STORY OR IF HAVING THE CHARACTERS AS DRACO AND HARRY OR IF HAVING H/D IN THE SUMMARY DOESN'T GIVE IT AWAY. THIS IS A HARRY DRACO SLASH BOY ON BOY MALE LOVIN. AFTER POSTING CHAPTER FOUR I RECIEVED A REVIEW FROM SOMEONE WHO WOULDN'T EVEN SIGN IN TO LEAVE THE REVIEW FLAMING MY STORY. SO NOW EVERYONE HAS BEEN WARNED THIS WILL INVOLVE HARRY/ DRACO RELATIONSHIP, DATING HOWEVER YOU WOULD LIKE TO PUT IT. IF I RECIEVE ANY MORE FLAMES BECAUSE YOU CONTINUED READING AFTER THIS WARNING AND YOU DON'T LIKE IT OR IF YOU CHOOSE TO SKIP THE WARNING IT IS NO LONGER MY PROBLEM. Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed with kindness I hope you continue to enjoy the story.
"Athos Salazar Slytherin at your service. Father." He smirked again at that very moment the clock struck midnight and all of the glamors that had been placed on him fifteen years previously fell away and Voldemort was left staring into the ice blue eyes of his son.
"Athos? No it can't be. We were told you were dead." Voldemort rose from his throne and stepped down coming a few steps closer.
"Dead? Ha. Death would have been a blessing compared to what I've been through." The Raven haired teen spat.
"This is some trick of Dumbledore's," Voldemort retorted suspiciously pointing his wand at Athos.
"Dumbledore is a fool who couldn't form a strategy if it kicked him in the nose." Athos crossed his arms frostily not seeming to be bothered in the least by the wand pointed at him. He even rolled his eyes and smirked when he felt Voldemort prying at his mental shields. He slowly let down his mental shields pushing forward what he knew Voldemort wanted to see.
The dark lord gave a small gasp as he found himself back in Hogwart's through Harry's eyes.
Harry tapped lightly on the Headmaster's door and waited on the call of "Come in my boy,"
Harry entered the office and gave a slight bow, "You wished to see me Headmaster?" He asked timidly all the while ranting to himself about what a complete moron the man was.
"Yes I did Harry please have a seat." He waved a hand motioning to the chair in front of his desk. Harry went to the offered seat sitting down in front of the headmaster.
"Lemon drop?" The old man offered. Shrugging when Harry politely declined. It was only a moment before he felt Dumbledore slip into his mind. Harry pretended to be completely unaware of it pushing false thoughts and memories forward all the while exploring Dumbledore's mind undetected.
Voldemort almost pulled out of Athos' mind at seeing a memory through a memory it was a rather strange experience. Voldemort brought himself back to what he was seeing recognizing the scene folding out before him.
Dumbledore entered the room silently listening to the two people in the room talk.
"Lily flower, Calm down." Voldemort heard his own voice and saw the back of his robes while he held Lily. "Who came, what did they do with Athos?"
"I did." Dumbledore spoke loudly. And seemed to enjoy watching Lily tremble.
Voldemort watched as the spells began to fly and watched the memory of himself grabbing Lily and apparating away.
He watched as Dumbledore screamed like a child and then finally learned the truth.
Dumbledore picked up fifteen month old Athos and placed several glamor charms over the infant. After which he took him to the house of James Potter and made the man believe the child was Harry Potter, his son.
Voldemort pulled out of the young man's mind and looked at the infuriating smirk he wore.
"Dumbles trained me a bit too well I believe. I began feeling some force of magic surrounding me months ago, So I slowly started sifting through his memories and doing a bit of detective work. Once I worked out what kind of glamors they were I could figure out when they would expire in comparison to when they were put on. It was only too easy to sort out the memory and figure that on my sixteenth birthday." Harry held out his arms. "Tada! Now how about welcoming home the son you abandoned?"
"We didn't abandon you Athos my son," Voldemort edged forward cautiously towards his son. "You were taken from us by Dumbledore. He said he killed you."
"And you believed him!" Athos raged his blue eyes were like icy flames. "Did you even once think about the fact that he might be lying? Did you even try to look for me?" Athos raised his hand and shot a crimson ball of electricity at the dark lord.
Voldemort doubled over as it hit him gasping in pain it was over as quickly as it had begun and he straightened up eyes wide with fear. None ever dared to stand up to him and to fire a spell at him unheard of.
"I will not join your group of sniveling pathetic followers Father. But I would like to stand by your side." Athos sighed his anger just seeming to dissolve. Voldemort gazed at the young man curiously, and people said he was insane this boy took the cake on that one.
Tom gave him a calculating look and opened his arms, "Welcome home?" He almost expected to be hexed again but found himself surprised by the arms that encircled him in return.
"We must have a party for you." Voldemort suggested. "All our closest friends must come and meet my heir," Athos grinned knowing by the snide voice his Father used what he meant was 'So the death eaters can meet their new prince."
"We have a lot to plan and discuss Father but it is late and morning will come too soon." Athos stepped back giving a slight bow.
"Of course Flint will assist you, Flint?" Voldemort called and a house elf appeared.
"Yes Master?" It bowed low.
"Could you take Athos to a guest room and have the others begin restoration on his wing of the house? It hasn't been touched since you were taken." He explained to Athos while the elf looked up at him adoringly.
"Master Athos has come home to us at last." He squeaked excitedly. "I took very good care of young master as a baby."
"You will return to Athos' service now Flint." Voldemort ordered and the elf giggled excitedly.
"Good night Father, and by the way I wasn't able to bring many of my belongings with me so an appointment with the tailor will be necessary he added with a cheeky grin on his way out the door.
Voldemort sank into his throne with a happy but weary look on his face. He couldn't wait to tell his Lily flower.
Athos barely took the time to dress down to his boxers before falling into the bed exhausted. He couldn't remember the last time he had been so drained. None of the grueling trainings and he had ever endured had worn him down this badly, and there had been many of those.
Athos had spent the majority of his life being shaped and formed into a weapon, a killing machine. 'All for the greater good." the old man would babble while he was preforming science experiments on him such as injecting him with vampire and were wolf venom to see if it would make him stronger or make his heal faster.
Granted it had made him faster, and stealthier plus he could see in the dark, there was also the downsides like needing sunglasses to go outside and the taste for extremely rare meat were a bit annoying.
While Athos lay there musing over all that he had been through willing his weary body to sleep the door to the bedroom creaked open. Athos lay completely still as the intruder moved closer and closer to the bed. Then just before they reached him Athos leaped from the bed and wrapped his arm around the persons neck from behind while the blade in the leather cuff on his arm was poised at her throat. He found his captive to be a very pale young women with crimson red hair. If he wasn't mistaken she was probably a vampire.
"Unless that is blessed with holy water that won't do you much good my son." The woman spoke in a voice like silk.
"Mother?" Athos questioned releasing her then bowing before her.
"Rise up Athos," She coaxed raising his chin with her hand. Her fingers were ice cold.
"Go back to bed you need your rest. I just had to see if what Tom said was true." She smiled brightly.
Athos did indeed go back to bed but he kept a watchful eye on her. Again she smiled and chuckled.
"I'm not going to try and drink your blood Athos. You are my son." She came to sit on the edge of the bed stroking her fingers through his hair.
"Sleep now child rest your eyes. Tomorrow is coming with a big surprise. There is lots to do and lots to see and I want you there with me. Sleep now child sail away Tomorrow is just a dream away." She sang in a low sweet voice and he swore he recognized the song from when she sang to him as a baby. He felt his eyelids growing heavy as he finally drifted off to sleep.
Athos awoke early the next morning as he was accustomed to and was immediately greeted by Flint popping into the room with a breakfast tray.
"Good Morning young Master. Flint is making you breakfast."
"How did you even know I was awake?" Athos blinked sleepily at the little creature.
Flint tapped his long bony finger against his temple. " We elves is having a few tricks up our sleeves." He said wisely before giggling.
"Tell my Father I would like to meet with the tailor around eleven and him after lunch please Flint?" Athos requested digging into his breakfast with gusto.
Flint nodded and went to go do just that. Even if he had to wake the man up to do so, and he did.
Athos was sure the tailor who just happened to be one of Voldemort's followers was ready to pull his hair out by the time they got done with measurements and instructions and fabric and colors.
"People do not and will not respect someone who dresses like a slob." Athos yelled at the man who was rolling his eyes muttering about the clothing choices thinking Athos couldn't hear him. "You should know this."
The man had snarled and continued on with Athos' demands until he finally had a complete wardrobe
Athos smiled putting on a black silk button up shirt and black slacks he strapped two of his knives to his calves so all but the handle were covered when he put on his boots and exited the room.
Voldemort was waiting in the throne room for him and watched his expression carefully when his son entered.
Athos caught sight of the new throne sitting next to Voldemort's almost giggled about having his own seat next to his father.
"What did you wish to speak about son?" He asked as Athos sat down in his new seat.
"I don't want control of your followers." Athos began. "Well I would like a few of them but what I'm saying is your followers aren't going to listen to me nearly as well as they do you because I'm fresh meat they will want to test me. See how far they can push me. My own followers however would be loyal to me."
Voldemort gave him a calculating glance and nodded. "You know you are right." He agreed. "We will have to start building another sector of deatheaters under your command."
"I want the Malfoy's?" Athos stated bluntly.
Voldemort gave a grin and nodded. "Of Course though the son isn't a follower yet. Who else?"
"Oh he will be." Athos sneered. "I already have a few of my own." Athos reached his hand up to push his hair back and right behind his left ear were two small snakes head to tail in a circle tattooed in black ink. He placed his index finger to it and within moments there were five flashes of smoke and suddenly five people had joined them. Two of them wore black masks lined in silver the only thing visible were their mouths which were turned up in identical grins.
"Fred and George Weasley." he introduced. "My masterminds." Then two females stepped up one with brown curls one with blonde wavy hair. They both wore crimson colored masks. "Hermione Granger and Luna Lovegood. My strategists." The Final guest stepped forward then his mask the same color as Athos' had been. "My right hand man Neville Longbottom." They all stepped back standing beside Athos.
"Now then. About the Malfoy's."