Together

Prompt: What if Harry hadn't died in the Forbidden Forest in the Battle for Hogwarts?

Warning: LVHP, NOT TRHP. This is going to be pure serpentine goodness. Will be rated M in later chapters. The first multi-chap fic I've written in years due to writing books, so bear with me. Writing someone else's characters after writing your own for so long is strange.

I don't own any of this stuff other than the 'plot', which I am sure has been done before. All characters belong to JK Rowling. What a Goddess.

Also, as a reply to one of my reviews, I must apologise. I did in fact forget Teddy and a few others in Harry's list. The reason for it is really dumb. I haven't seen the last movie since it came out. (It's the only one I haven't seen a million times over.) And it's been years since I've read the books. My interest in Harry Potter fluctuates. The last time I was this into it was when I was 12, which tells you a lot. The Cursed Child brought me back.

On the bright side, anyone else looking forward to Harry Potter Go? I sure am.

Chapter 6: A New Start

"M-Mother?" Harry asked, still blatantly confused. Narcissa would not allow herself to feel guilty. She could give Harry a good life with her. He wouldn't be able to leave the Manor; not alone and without disguise at least. She was going to keep the idea of 'Potter' as far from her new son as possible.

Draco stared at his new brother with an air of excitement. He wasn't going to be alone in the Manor anymore. He was going to be the best brother possible. He was just under two months older than Harry, and he was going to protect Harry as if he was his little brother.

"That's right, Harry. I've got you. We're going to look after you, aren't we, Draco?" Narcissa smiled. Draco nodded.

"Anything for my little brother."

…

Harry picked up the majority of information quickly. He was a Malfoy. There had been a broom accident (Here Harry, I'll teach you how to fly again!) which had been caused by magic (Here's your wand, Harry!) And within two weeks, he was pretty well adjusted and integrated into Malfoy Manor.

"Draco," Harry started. "Why does Father hate me so much?"

"It's okay," Draco smiled, patting his shoulder comfortingly. "He hates me too."

"Not a much as he hates me. He won't even look at me. Why don't I look like you?" He asked. Draco had to think quickly.

"You…you're not actually his. Mother had an affair with a traveller, and she gave birth to you. He's not your real Father. It's not a bad thing though. He's a crap Father, in all honesty."

Harry sighed. He loved his mother and brother to pieces, but…something still felt off. They took care of him, there was no lack of care, but he still felt empty. Something was missing.

"Draco, who's the man down the hall from me?" Harry asked. Draco smiled. An easy question.

"That's the Dark Lord. He's Father's boss. You…you haven't seen him since the crash, have you?" He realised. Harry shook his head.

"His snake came into my room. She's nice. We talked about not being able to go outside." Harry muttered. Draco felt awful. That was the one part he regretted; trapping Harry inside so he couldn't learn his real identity.

"Nagini freaks me out." He grinned. "But I think you need to meet the Dark Lord. Let me speak to Mother about it.

…

It took two more weeks for a firm decision, but the meeting was organised. Harry was dressed up in fancy robes whilst Narcissa explained what was and wasn't appropriate. Harry didn't pay attention. It was a new person, and he was excited to meet him. He tried not to grin too much. He knew Mother would disapprove.

Harry took a deep breath as Narcissa opened the double doors. He sat at the head of the table, red eyes burning from across the room. Harry nearly gasped at his Serpentine appearance. A chilling yet calm smile graced the man's face as he gestured for Harry to take the seat next to him. Harry approached cautiously, but curiously.

"Harry. A pleasure to see you again." His voice was almost like air, very breathy and dramatic, and Harry decided that he liked the sound. "How are you feeling?"

"Much better, thanks." Harry grinned. The man flowed. He made slow and precise movements, like water. Graceful, but dangerous. Harry knew to respect water, or you'd drown. He had the same feel to him.

"I'm sorry if I sound rude," Harry started. "But I don't remember you."

"I wouldn't expect you to." The Dark Lord grinned. "You may address me as the Dark Lord…"

"Do you have a real name, though?" Harry cut in. Voldemort smirked. Same old, slightly rude Harry. He knew that Harry Malfoy would be as likely to call him the Dark Lord as Harry Potter would. Not at all.

"I call myself Voldemort. I know you'll do it anyway, so yes, you may address me as such."

Harry was intrigued by the man. He didn't know quite what drew his interest. It was a range of things. The snake-like look. The glowing, powerful stare. The airy voice. The graceful movements. That smirk. The dominance and power that washed through the room. How weak Harry felt in comparison. But there was something else, too. He could sense that Voldemort had a sense of respect for him. All of this combined into something…something…
Beautiful.

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Hi! I'm so sorry this has taken so long, I'm back to college in two days and my laptop decided to break. Luckily, my girlfriend is an ace with computers, and literally fixed it by punching it (don't ask) so we're back on track!

Thank you so much for all the follows! You guys make me so happy!

-Alistair