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, Keith/ Keelan(see the *Read this))

Steph: the twins actually will see his name on the map, but that's not going to happen yet.

*READ THIS: for the record, I'm changing Keith'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)

A/N: Vote on my poll for who you want Harry/Keiran to end up with!

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Violet-7

Daphne-3

Susan-3

Tracey-2

Hermione, Luna, Draco, Pansy, Hannah, Padma, O/C-1

Living a Lie

Lily had once again broken against the cruciatus curse and was scrabbling to get to her lifeless sons body, tears and blood ran together though her dirty face as she tried to heave herself off the floor but Bellatrix pulled her back to the ground and Voldemort ruthlessly kicked the boys body aside. Lily Potter once again succumbed to the screams that the torture curse, except this time the screaming was more painful to hear; because the pain wasn't entirely from the terrible nerve-on-fire feeling the curse gave, it was a scream of helplessness and loss.

"Only one little obstacle left." Voldemort sneered down at the little red-haired girl who stared at him through wide green eyes. She was yet to cry, but her eyes held fear, and Voldemort reveled in it. "Goodbye, little one!" he said, and leveled his wand straight at the little girls' heart.

Unnoticed by any of those in the room, as Voldemort said the first words after uttering the killing curse, the little body kicked to the corner of the room began to move. His eyelids flickered, and then they opened to reveal an even more intense green than before, one radiating of power. Little Harry weakly raised himself off the ground with his tiny hands, but only managing to lift himself a few inches, he lifted his head just in time to catch sight off Voldemort sending a pretty green light at his sister; The same green light that had hit him moments ago, the one that had hurt so much.

He couldn't wish that pain on his sister, so he reached inside himself, into the pool that he had felt surround his heart when the light had hit and drew out a bubble of light, one white and pure. Hoping that the bubble could help his sister, he heaved it at Violet and watched as it enveloped her in a pearly-white glow just as the curse hit. The white glow formed like an armor and caused the curse to bounce right back at the caster and with an unearthly scream, Voldemort was cast out of his body as Bellatrix could only watch on in horror, still unaware of the little boy watching from the corner of the room, thinking him dead.

Voldemort's body crumpled to dust and his robes fell in a messy pile directly in front of Violet, and with a terrible wrench, Voldemort's soul, a dark and cloudy specter, split into two and floated to the ceiling. One fled, screaming and scratching its eyes out as it went zooming out into the dark night sky. The other one was tiny, the size of a little boy, and it looked like one too, and it looked around the room with hollow, red eyes and spotted Violet. It approached her and attempted to reach out to touch her, Violet began screaming and crying at the sight of him, the stress of the night finally getting to her, but he wasn't able to touch her. The white shield impeded his approach.

By then, the little specter spied Harry moving in the corner, and without warning, he dived into the boys body, successfully melting into it as the boy once again screamed in pain as his soul was invaded and he fought the foreign presence but he was already tired and his body ached all over so he just allowed himself to be pulled into a restless darkness.

Bellatrix watched all of this in a mix of horror and bewilderment. How could the child still have been alive? And was that the dark lord's soul which entered him? Her absence of presence of mind allowed Lily to once again break free of the curse and this time, she succeeded in getting away from Bellatrix long enough to grab Violet, hug her and prepare to run out of the room before Bellatrix got tired of her wild, fruitless attempts and sent a body-bind at her. She watched in satisfaction as the red-haired mudblood dropped like a stone.

Bellatrix then walked over to the unconscious Potter boy after shushing the little baby in the sling on her back (who had finally waken up through all the commotion), she checked his pulse and was shocked to find that he was indeed still alive, just as the Potter girl was. It was interesting, she went back and sent a tickling charm at Violet to see what the reaction would be and wasn't at all surprised that the spell rebounded and she ducked in time to miss it.

Realizing that attacking the Potter brat wouldn't work today, she turned to Harry and suddenly remembered something Voldemort had told her. Horcruxes. She lifted the boy and searched for any opening in his skin and found one right on his forehead, a curious cut in the shape of a lightning bolt, she performed a detection charm on him and was shocked to see just how much dark magic surrounded the tiny cut. He was a horcrux, no doubt about it.

She hugged the boy to her chest and made a decision. She turned and cast a curse of insanity on the stiff form of Lily and only waited long enough to see the light of insanity spark in Lily's eyes before she turned and disappeared. Leaving behind one red-haired wailing girl.

And in the present, another red-haired female began to wail. She sat on a wheelchair facing a large window facing the wonderful cloud-free turquoise sky, her copper red hair had traces of grey every now and then though she was still considerably young, her green eyes stared uncomprehendingly on the horizon as she opened her mouth and let out another sob as she clutched a small misshapen stuffed toy to her chest.

A house elf stood by the wheel chair, a frightened expression on her pinched face. She was a new elf and she had no idea how to deal with her Mistress' tantrums.

"Mistress! Kit begs Mistress to calm down!" the little one squeaked, holding her fist to her mouth.

But the woman continued to shriek and scream as if she was in terrible pain, though there was nothing there. Soon enough, a dark-haired bespectacled man ran through the halls and came to kneel down in front of the woman. His eyebrows were knitted in concern and his eyes showed of love, yet you could see it too, in the corner of his eyes and in the strained way that he smiled, this was taking a toll on him.

"Lily dear, it's okay, I'm here I'm here." He said, taking her head in his hands and caressing one of her cheeks with his thumb.

Lily stopped screaming and looked blankly at him for a long time as he looked hopefully at her, it took a while, but soon a spark of recognition did flash in her eyes and her battered voice croaked: "James?"

The man smiled bitterly at her, "Hush Lily, you might hurt your throat." He said in a soothing voice, as he tucked some of the stray hair strands behind her ear.

"But James," Lily protested, opening her fist to reveal once again the misshapen black stuffed dog she held there. "Harry needs his favorite toy. You know he can't sleep well without it."

"I know Lily," James choked, tears filled his hazel eyes, he placed his hands over the toy that Lily held, "Don't worry we will give it to Harry."

Lily smiled then, a radiant smile, the one James had fallen in love with the first time that he saw her, but then she winced in pain and a her eyes lost their brightness like a shroud had been drawn over them and she stared over his shoulder as if she was watching something there, James watched helplessly as a look of horror formed on Lily's features and she began to scream once again. The stuff toy dropped to the ground with a soft thud.

Unable to help her, James felt so worthless, useless, so he just hugged her and cradled her body in arms, unmindful of the loud screams that hit his ear. He began to cry himself as Lily continued to convulse and scream in his arms and all he could do was hold her. Soon enough the screams had subsided and Lily burrowed her face in the crook of James neck.

"James?" she murmured after a few minutes of silence.

James fought to control his voice then answered, "Yes Lily-flower?"

"Is Harry happy?"

James shut his eyes against the tears that threatened to overflow once again, and he hugged Lily tighter to him, savoring the few moments that she was less insane than she always was.

"Yes," he said with conviction, "He is."

Living a Lie

Keiran was not happy. His little expedition with his father had only been up to a plant Voldemort had called Devils snare. Beyond that had been a large ward that caused anything that passed by it to smolder into ashes. They hadn't been able to figure out how to get past it yet and Keiran was getting impatient. The faster they could leave this place the better, he said.

Now it was Thursday, it was his first flying lesson and of all the people he could have it with, it was with those insufferable lions. They were utterly obnoxious and they didn't waste a moment of glaring at Violet. Now usually he wouldn't have minded other people glaring at her, but as they seemed attached at the hip nowadays it had become downright irritating. Add to that the unpleasantly pink puffskein that was always sitting on Violet's shoulder. When Sarah, Keiran's personal black mamba, had been returned to him last Saturday he had promptly introduced her to the fluffy inconvenience in hopes that she would just gobble the pink puff up, but to his horror, they had actually become very good friends. It was sickening.

In fact they were together now. Kei the puffskein and Sarah the black mamba were currently spending time together in the Slytherin common room as their masters headed off to the Quidditch Pitch, having chosen to stay on the safe sturdy ground, thank you very much.

Violet was once again clinging to his arm; Or rather, staring at his arm as if she wanted to cling on it to steady herself. According to her, she had never ridden on a broom before, she'd never had one. Draco was flabbergasted at the thought of never having owned a broom and he promptly forgot about his oath to never make friends with a half-blood as he proclaimed that he would buy her the best broom in the market just so she could experience how it was to really fly. To this Violet had shaken her head, white-faced as she bit her lip.

"Why are you so afraid of flying?" Keiran asked her as they strolled at a leisurely pace towards the Quidditch Pitch.

"I'm not good enough to fly." She stated matter-of-factly.

Keiran raised his eyebrows at her answer. He really tended to do that frequently when he's around her. "What do you mean you're not good enough?" he asked.

"Harry had always been the better flyer." Violet confessed, "He zoomed around the house on a toy broomstick on our first birthday like he was born on it."

Keiran shook his head. "But, how about you, Vi? How good are you are flying?"

"Compared to Harry I'm just mediocre."

"I'm not asking you about how good Harry is. I'm asking you about yourself!" Keiran said with a hint of irritation. "Tell me how good are YOU, just you."

"Me?" Violet asked as if somebody asking about her was the most absurd thing in the world. Keiran compared her behavior to one of a severely battered house elf. Take Dobby for example, Draco had worn the poor elf dry and he was nothing more than a gibbering wreck now, unaware of what self-worth even was.

"Yes." Keiran sighed. "You."

"Well," Violet said, quite unsure of what she was going to say, "I think I'm decent."

"That was the answer I was waiting for." Keiran nodded in approval.

Violet gave him one of her rare small smiled, but all too soon they had reached the Quidditch stands and her pale as a sheet face returned upon spotting all the Gryffindors already there, all of their gazes were on her and they were all filled with loathing. Violet went to hide behind Keiran with a feeble whimper which sounded like the word 'why.'

"Just ignore them." Theo advised helpfully when he brushed past Violet to stand next to a broom.

Violet nodded balefully at him and copied his actions, she stood next to the broom I between Keiran and Theo with her head bowed to the ground so as not to see the glares directed at her.

Madam hooch suddenly appeared out of nowhere and said in a sharp voice: "Place your hands above your brooms and say 'up!'"

This proclamation was followed by a chorus of people saying "Up!" Keiran smirked when his broom shot to his hand at his first try. Violets took two tries before it floated to her hand. He had to hold down snickers when one red-haired Gryffindor (Rupert? Reggie?) called to his broom a little more forcefully than usual. This caused his broom to ricochet up and hit him square on the face. Said boy fell to the ground with a loud oomph and the broom fell on him once again. His ears turned red in embarrassment.

After everybody had gotten their broom to zoom to their hand, Madam Hooch began correcting grips and adjusting brooms among their ranks. She didn't have to fix anything with him. She just took one look at his position and gave hi a warm smile of approval.

"Okay, when I blow this whistle," She said to the class when everybody had a good grasp on their brooms. "You will push off the ground, rise a few feet and then touch back down. Is that clear?" there were murmurs of assent and without further ado Madam Hooch blew her silver whistle.

There weren't any further mishaps during that class. Keiran was quite surprised when he happened to glance to his right to see Violet smiling quite brightly while hovering three feet above the ground. When Madam Hooch called for a free flying period for all of them he flew to her with a smile.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked.

In answer to his question, she encircled him twice, then with a whoop, zoomed away, her red hair fluttering behind her as she urged her broom on. Keiran took on it as a challenge and chased after her. He quickly found out that she wasn't just decent, as she had told him. She was a great flyer, and he liked the challenge. They weaved in and out of their classmates as they both tried to outswerve and outfly the other. On one part of their lively game, they started at one end of the Quidditch pitch and raced each other to the goal posts at the other end. They were pretty much neck to neck until there was a crunch and a loud scream and later on Keiran was looking in horror as Violet fell down from her broom and plummeted down to the ground.

"Vi!" he shouted and zoomed down as quickly as he could, he raced against time as he urged his broom to go faster. Thankfully, he had managed to catch Violet in his arms just as she was just a few seconds away from becoming pulp on the ground.

She wrapped her hands around his neck and began to sob on his chest as he shakily directed his broom to firm ground. Once he got there, consciousness of his surroundings had returned and he realized that people were shouting around him. The Slytherins were running over to them, shouting questions about their wellbeing while Madam Hooch screamed at the red-haired boy.

Keiran helped Violet stand on the ground though he was pretty shaky himself. "Are you alright?" he asked her, genuine concern in his voice. Gulping down air, she gave a shaky nod. Then, a loud voice permeated through the chaos.

"KEIRAN EREBUS BLACK!"

Living a Lie

A/N: it is my quarter exams next week, and then we have classes everyday until next next Saturday. Gah!

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