Keiran Black was a mystery for everyone. He was a silent Slytherin who showed the signs of immense power but he insisted on poor spellwork. He harbored a strong grudge for the Girl-Who-Lived but he ended up as her closest friend. He was supposedly Draco's lost cousin. Keiran thought he had himself all figured out. But then he is more of a mystery than he himself knows. Dark! Harry.

Disclaimer-I doubt any of you would believe me if I said that I was Rowling so I won't say that. This isn't mine. Just how terrible is that?

A/N: To clear a few things, the only people who know that Voldemort is Keiran's father are the Malfoys, and Keiran's family, and the only people who know that Keiran is actually Harry are Voldemort, Lucius and Bellatrix, and just recently, Keelan/ Keelan(see the *Read this))

As some of you may have noticed, I don't like making Harry/Keiran's life very easy. Accidents happen and not everything turns out quite as well as he hopes they would. Murphy's Law comes into play in this story but you just shouldn't worry. Good things happen too. (Evil grin)

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Nxkris: I originally planned for him to find out in his fifth year but it was too close to the canon plot and the wait is waaay too long so I don't like it anymore. (That sounds childish) So I'm not sure, but if I don't come up with a better plot, he's finding out about his real identity in fifth year. And about the Dursleys, well they take better care of Violet than they did Harry because they're afraid of James. But bad things are going to happen in relation to her being a girl.

*READ THIS: for the record, I'm changing Keelan's name into Keelan, which was supposed to be his first name in the first place! (I'd be going back to former chapters and replacing that_)

I posted a lot of things about myself in my profile recently so read up if you want to get to know me(basically, I answered the quizzes on blogthings and posted my results on my profile). I've opened up a blog with my co-writer in this site at wordpress, problem is, I've forgotten what the name of the blog is so I'll just post it next time I put up a chapter, I'll be posting background information on my stories there, interviews on my characters etc. etc.

Living a Lie

"Noooo!" the mudblood screamed behind him. Voldemort turned to see that the redhead was back on her feet, panting heavily while Bellatrix was lying on her side, groaning. The mudblood had Bellatrix's wand in her hand. Voldemort looked at her in obvious amusement, he lifted his eyebrow in contempt. The wand in her hand didn't at all faze HIM nor by the fierce look, she was giving him. She was a mudblood, she amounted to nothing.

"Get away from my babies!" she screamed, throwing a stunner at his head. He moved aside at the last moment. "What was that? A stray gust of wind I believe?" Voldemort commented tauntingly as Lily sent more spells toward him, making sure that they were all aimed at his head and nowhere else as she feared hitting her children. A disadvantage at its best as a head wasn't a very big target.

After a few moments of dodging, Voldemort stopped, narrowing his eyes: "I have no time for this." He said. Lily was surprised by the sudden change of his demeanor, so surprised that she didn't have time to dodge when he sent a cruciatus curse her way and she fell to the floor again, screaming. Bellatrix pushed herself away from the ground, apologized for being careless, and took to beating Lily brutally with her recovered wand. Voldemort didn't bother to lift the curse as he turned back to contemplate which of the two babies should he kill first.

Imagine his surprise that when he had turned to face the children again, the dark-haired one was standing in front of his sister, though his legs were wobbly his glare was steady, his arms were thrown out, as if he was blocking his sister from view. His emerald eyes pierced him, challenging him to react. Voldemort could see the power behind those eyes and for a moment, he regretted that he had to end the life of this boy. He had the potential to be greater than even Dumbledore himself. But that was also the reason why he had to get rid of him.

"So you decided to volunteer did you Harry?" Voldemort said, smirking down at the boy.

"Bad Baldy." The little boy yelled at the top of his lungs, taking him by surprise, Voldemort's eyes narrowed at the little nickname that Harry used. "Go away!"

"Why you little…Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort shrieked.

The green light flew toward the little boy but he didn't move out of its way. He just stood in his place, unmovable and defiant. Voldemort watched in contentment as the curse hit Harry directly on his forehead and it went right into him. The little boy toppled over, his little frown disappearing from his face and his once emerald green gaze staring blankly up at the ceiling.

"HARRY!"

Living a Lie

Waking up a Malfoy was not the easiest task that Keiran had ever had to accomplish. Sure, he had once killed a vampire; that was easy, he'd also once raided Gringotts when he was nine, that was hard, but Draco was such a heavy sleeper; that made things difficult. He also had a bunch of deathly spells on his arsenal. He was known to use these on house elves whenever he was woken up when he did not want to. Thankfully, he hadn't used any on them on Keiran, yet.

"Hey, wake up!" Keiran said tiredly, shaking the blonde pureblood. Draco moaned and turned away from Keiran, pulling the covers over his head as he did so.

"Honestly, if you're not going to wake up now, I'm leaving! You're father wouldn't be too pleased with that would he? Seeing your reaction yesterday…" Keiran trailed off, looking hopefully at Draco's sleeping form, but his words garnered no reaction. Keiran sighed, he started walking toward the door, muttering under his breath: "My father wouldn't like it too, but it's okay with me, I don't fancy having somebody dogging me."

His last words took effect. Draco suddenly sat up bold-upright in his bed. Breathing heavily. "Wait!" he yelled, causing many in the dorm to moan in protest but nobody woke up. Draco scrambled off the bed and slid into his fancy silk slippers. "I'm awake. I'm awake." He said, blinking the sleep away from his eyes quickly.

"Good." Keiran smiled. "Go wash yourself and meet me in the common room." He ordered, and then he left the room. There he sank in a high-backed chair, the one he's already claimed his in the two nights that he's spent in Hogwarts. The fire in the grate had been relit and he stared impatiently into the flames. He didn't have to wait long though, Draco hurtled into the common room, his platinum blonde hair still dripping wet, and two bags in his hands. He was scowling heavily at the raven-haired boy.

"I originally wouldn't have minded following you around as that is what we always do back at home, but, will you please tell my why you have to be awake at four in the morning?" he whined.

"We're continuing the training sessions." Keiran replied, taking his bag from Draco's hand and leading the way out of the common room door, errr, wall. "And when we get back for the Christmas holidays, I'm going to wipe Kiara on the floor." He then grinned his famous vampire grin.

"Fine." Draco huffed; he also had a small rivalry with Kiara going on. "Where are we going to spar? I don't think you'd want Dumbledore to know that you train."

"Of course not, we're going to the room Father told me about." Keiran said.

"Which one?"

"The one in front of Barnabas the Barmys tapestry, if I remember correctly, Father said it transforms into anything you want it to be. But don't go telling anybody that."

They stayed silent as they walked silently through the still dark halls. Being careful not to make any unnecessary noises. Nobody had told them if they were allowed out in the hours before dawn. Curfew held during the night but not during the morning, but it didn't hurt to be careful.

"Why don't we just flame there?" Draco asked tiredly as they climbed the third set of stairs so far

Keiran saw another pretty way to antagonize his rival/best friend and he happily took it: "Why Draco? Are your pampered legs getting tired already?" he said in the baby voice he had often heard his mother use while torturing muggles, a scene he didn't see very often, but often enough. When Draco glared at him, Keiran chuckled darkly, irritating Draco was so easy, said blonde shot him a scathing look. "I figured that since we were headed to training, we needed a few stretches. This is what I call exercise. Just be thankful that we're not jogging there, seven floors up, than walking like this. Actually, I think that's a great idea. Starting tomorrow, we're jogging there." Keiran said brightly.

Draco groaned in response.

Soon they had arrived at the room they were looking for and Draco stood by crossly as Keiran paced in front of the stretch of blank wall. Draco was only a little surprised when the door appeared but shrug it off. The two boys entered the room and the door disappeared behind them.

"Before we begin," Draco said, disregarding the fact that they had entered what seemed to be a paradise with acres of fields, a forest, a swimming pool of the side and a two-story building off the side he was too used to magic to try to fathom how such a thing had happened when they were on the seventh floor of a castle. "I'm telling you now. I'm not joining in your charade."

"What charade are you talking about? I keep up a lot of them." Keiran replied in wry humor.

"Your friendship with Potter, just because I'm your best friend doesn't mean I have to pretend to be hers too. I'm not going to be friendly with any half-blood. "Draco warned.

"Lucky you." Keiran sighed, dropping his bag under a tree. "You get to NOT be her friend. I have no choice."

Draco smirked at him, and then he took on a fighting stance. "Let's work off some of your anger, shall we?" he said, beckoning to Keiran with one hand. He had trained along with Keiran ever since they had been able to walk and talk, he wasn't any better than Keiran on fighting physically, they were on par so it was basically a stalemate whenever they sparred.

"You'll wish you never said that." Keiran replied, with a dark grin.

"Try me." Was the resolute answer.

Living a Lie

Seven tiring hours later, the sweaty two trudged back to the dungeons to enjoy a nice refreshing shower and held a race to the great hall, Keiran won of course, having trained his entire life. Draco pouted at his loss and began spouting off nonsense about how childish it was that they were still raced against each other at that age.

Keiran silently agreed with him but he didn't say so. It was childish, but that was exactly why he agreed to these things, they were childish, and they were exactly what he needed, cover. Who would suspect somebody who challenged his friends to spontaneous races a son of a dark lord? Nobody in their right mind would come up with him as his first option. Besides, he couldn't say that it wasn't fun.

Keiran was quite surprised to see that Violet was already at the Slytherin table; she was talking with the usually subdued Theo and seemed to be enjoying their conversation quite well. Seized with an unreasonable desire to bring Violets gaze away from Theo's, he slid in the bench across from her and gave her the most charming smile he could manage. It was silent, but effective. He was satisfied to see her flush, which flush was immediately replaced by a blank bloodless expression when a rather handsome barn owl dropped a letter on her lap.

He honestly couldn't see why she would fear such a letter, it wasn't a howler, it was just an ordinary letter in a white envelope, but her hands shook as she picked it up and ripped the top open. Drawn toward her peculiar behavior, he ignored the light bantering of Theo and Draco and observed as she slid the letter open and began to read. He picked up that she was a fast reader, by the way her eyes were moving quickly across the lines on the parchment. She bit her lip as the letter went on and at one part; she had looked like she had come close to tears. Keiran was extremely curious about who the letter was from but he didn't think it was too proper to ask her about such personal things when they'd just met. So he just offered her a supporting smile once she was done reading the parchment, crumpling it in her hands.

"Are you alright?" he asked in concern when he noticed that her emerald eyes had gone misty with suppressed tears.

"I'm fine." Violet said shakily, blinking her tears away. "It's just, him." She said 'him' in a mixture of equal amounts vehemence and sadness that Keiran didn't understand it at all.

"Who's him?" he inquired softly, hoping that he wasn't pushing their newfound 'friendship' too hard.

"Dad." She said, Keiran raised his eyebrow in response and was about to ask her to say more about the subject but she didn't need any of his prompting. "HE doesn't think it's proper for a Potter to become a Slytherin." She said this part sadly, and then suddenly her face twisted into one of hatred, "Of course if my dear brother was alive he would have been in Gryffindor."

She looked down and began to tear the letter to pieces and watched them flutter, away. Keiran could see that a one lone tear was on her pale cheek and he wanted to wipe it way and the same time, he felt quite happy that she was sad. She deserves it, the sadistic part of him said; she deserves it for making your Father hurt. She wiped the tear away with one hand once she was done tearing the parchment up and she whispered a few words that Keiran barely heard, but he heard them anyway.

"The problem is…I'm not Harry."

And for some reason, the words wrenched at his heart.

Living a Lie

Keiran was running a temper when he entered Quirrel's office at precisely ten o'clock for his detention. Today had been as horrible as the other day had been and he definitely couldn't wait until their mission here was done. This place truly was unbearable. It didn't help that today had been his first Potion's lesson, and of all houses, it had to be taken with Gryffindors!

So they'd spent the entire two hours avoiding the glares coming from the red-colored part of the room, most of which were directed at the bowed head of the girl sitting next to Keiran, Violet. She had been subdued most of the day, except during Herbology when he had swept his hair up with his hand because of the heat and because of the sweat, the hair clung on to the upper part of his head, causing his forehead to be exposed.

"Keiran, what happened to you?" Violet had exclaimed in alarm, dropping her trowel and cupping his face so that she could see the cut more clearly. "Did one of those evil plants get you?"

"No." Keiran said quickly, shaking her hands off and turning away. He shook his head so that his bangs fell back over the scar he always hid. "I've had that scar since I was a baby. It's nothing to worry about, it's fully healed. "He assured her, giving her one of his patented believe-me-I'm-not-lying smiles.

"Oh, but looked so raw and fresh!" Violet had said in concern, "and it has such a curious shape."

"It's just a scar, Vi," he said, hoping that the use of her new nickname would be good enough to distract her from worrying over him again. He hated it to much. Curse his lightning scar for all the attention it got. Thankfully, Professor had chosen that moment to come over and tell them off for dilly dawdling in her class, and once again, they had set off to work.

Thankfully, they had their afternoons off for Fridays and Keiran had looked forward for his afternoon of relaxation. However, Violet had ruined that little fantasy of his by inviting him along to have tea with that oaf of a groundskeeper, Hagrid. And what was Keiran to do but accept? So he had spent his afternoon having tea with a half-breed who laughed to loud and regarded him with suspicious looks and a half-blood who he hated with his entire heart but had to befriend.

Tch, it was a good thing Sarah was being returned to him tomorrow. If he didn't have at least that to look forward too, he would have gone mad by now. With this last happy thought in mind, he stepped in his fathers/professors office, promptly tumbled out of an oncoming sickly yellow curse, and slid out his extra wand from its holster, while using one of the large chairs by the fire as cover. Without waiting for his attacker to collect himself, Keiran jumped up from behind the armchair, fired a barrage of spells from the Incendio to the killing curse, and dived behind a battered cupboard again before his attacker had a chance to retaliate.

Keiran then turned into his phoenix form and flamed right behind where he estimated his attacker to be and wasn't at all surprised when he found out that it was merely Quirrel, or rather his father using Quirrel's body, who was attacking him. Somehow, his father had found a way to make his face turn the right way up, causing Quirrels own frightened and quite pained visage to be the one facing the back. Ouch, Keiran winced, that must've hurt. Shaking his head in amusement, he cast a simple petrificus totalus that hit Quirrel clean in between the shoulder blades and sent him toppling down to the floor.

"That was quite unexpected, Father." Keiran said, appearing from the shadows with a smirk. He was already tucking his extra wand back in its holster. He watched as his father shook himself out of the Petrifying charm on his own. Voldemort looked at Keiran with pride.

"I am proud of you son." He said, causing Keiran's heart to inflate. "Though I am quite sure I would have defeated you fair and square if I didn't have to use such a pitiful body." He quipped, causing Keiran to scowl.

"Why did you suddenly decide to attack me, Father?" Keiran asked instead, deliberately ignoring the jab to his skills.

"I was bored." The bald man shrugged. He chuckled at his son's expression and motioned for his son to transform. "To business then?" he inquired.

Keiran obliged and transformed into his phoenix form and then turned around and offered his tail feathers for his father to grab on. And once his father had grabbed on one, he flamed them away, directly in front of one forbidden door leading to the third floor corridor.

"Why can't we just flame into the place?" Keiran asked in irritation once he had returned to his human form. He watched his father reach toward the door, and promptly snatched his hand away with an outraged hiss.

"Because there are special wards around this area. I don't know what would happen if we managed to trip them the unconventional way." Voldemort hissed, his hand clutched against his chest, but Keiran could see that the burn there was already healing so he wasn't concerned at all.

"Why don't we try it then? Couldn't hurt." Keiran replied, closing his eyes to begin his transformation, but Voldemort grabbed his shoulders before he could.

"No!" he hissed, snatching his hand up again for he had forgotten that he had gotten it injured and he had pressed it hard against Keiran's shoulders. "I'd rather not risk it. Anything could happen."

Keiran nodded reluctantly. "So," he said, turning to the door. "What do we do now?"

"Through this door, as I've told you before, (A/N: hey that rhymes) is a Cerberus. Keelan has done some research and he's told us that we can make the dog go to sleep after playing a bit of music. That part is easy enough, but we've only gone that far. Let's try to go as far as we can go this night," Voldemort explained, Keiran raised his hand to blast the door away with magical power but Voldemort grabbed his hand, "without leaving any traces." He said as an after thought.

"Okay then," Keiran said, "Let's go."

Living a Lie

A/N: This was originally going to be longer but my Mom begged me off the laptop, because I still have to wake up tomorrow for this writing seminar thingies. Gah, who knew there was this bad side to always being invited to these things?

I'm still not done with the history lesson for you guys about what happened that Halloween night. Never knew it was going to take that long!