Chapter fifteen

Hermione gave birth to a son that her and Ron called Hugo. Two weeks later, Ginny gave birth to a daughter and as Harry and Ginny discussed, they called her Lily. Harry and Ginny had of course, named Ron and Hermione godparents to all three of their children, Hermione and Ron named Harry and Ginny godparents to their two children.

Over the next five years, no one had any luck tracking down Narcissa or her son and another twelve muggle families were murdered by this kid who would be about fifteen of sixteen by now. The only clues they had was he was still dark haired, but one thing was that when he was seen by other muggles, he always wore sunglasses. After the first two muggle murders they had contacted the muggle prime minister and put out a warning to the muggles about this dark-haired boy. That did bring in a lot of information from muggles who had seen the boy.

'Harry, Ron, got a tip that the kid has been sighted, as far as we know he's still in the area, get out there now,' Tim handed them a slip of paper then watched as the two aurors ran from the office.

Harry and Ron arrived in a dirty, run down muggle area with lots of factories that all look like they were deserted. They kept casting charms to undo concealments or to reveal any humans in the area as they moved slowly through the small town. They stayed slow and cautious as they kept walking. After a half an hour, they moved to the factories and repeated their charms, still they found nothing. So the kept moving until they got to another section of the town. When they got near the end of the street, jets of light from spells headed towards them. Ron went down, Harry kept firing until he was hit in the back.

Ron slowly woke up and looked around, he cast charms to see if Harry was around. When the charms revealed nothing, he apparated back to the atrium and ran back to the auror office.

'We got ambushed, they got Harry, no sign of him anywhere.' Ron said panting heavily.

'Every, let's move,' Tim said as he waved his wand and sent his patronus off, then all the aurors ran from their office and met up with the hit wizards and apparated to the town.

Harry slowly woke up in a dark room. The first thing he realised was he was chained to a wall, but he also noticed that his shirt was ripped open. Harry squinted and looked around and spotted a dark figure of a person.

'What do you want?' Harry called out.

'Tell me how you got those scars,' the young man voice said.

'My scars, you're kidding right. Everyone in the wizarding world knows how I got them, so tell me what you want.'

'I don't know how you got them and I want to know. You're in no position to ask anything, so you better answer before I end up making them bigger.'

'Fine,' Harry breathed deeply, 'They were both done by Voldemort, you've heard of him haven't you?'

'Yes, I've heard of him, but tell me when he did them.'

Harry growled in frustration, 'Okay, the one on my head was when I was a baby, fifteen months old to be precise. He murdered my parents and tried to kill me. The one on my chest was done the night he died. He tried to kill me again, I got another scar, but never died.'

'Then you killed him, right?'

'Yes, because he had been trying to kill me since I was a baby and he killed thousands of people just because he could. Now I've answered you're questions, tell me what you want?'

'I overheard a few things a couple of months ago, so I'm trying to find out the truth. But until I get it, I'm not revealing who I am or what I look like. But I do want to show you something,' the young man lit his wand and aimed it as his lower stomach, 'See it.'

'Yes, why would you give yourself a scar like mine?'

'I didn't, I was born with it. Sometimes I feel it burn and I feel sad, like I'm going to cry. I was taught crying was weak.'

'Mine burns as well, but I feel angry. I used to feel it all the time because of Voldemort. After he died I never felt anything. Six years later I felt it again and couldn't work out why.' Harry said but his voice was softer, calmer.

'That was when I first felt mine burn. Tell me why he wanted to kill you? I've been told you're evil and will destroy our world. I've been trying to find out more about you, but they watch me all the time.'

'I'm not evil and I want to protect our world, that's why I fought Voldemort. He was evil and wanted to rule our world with the threat of murder and torture. If you really don't know anything about me, then I'll tell you what I'm called by the wizarding world. From the time I was a baby and survived the killing curse, I was called the boy who lived, then I was called the chosen one as rumours went round that a prophecy about Voldemort and me was made. He killed thousands of people, I have never killed anyone. After I killed him, even if it was really his spell not mine that killed him, I was called the saviour of the wizarding world. I love life and all people, meaning witch, wizard, squibs, muggles or muggleborns. We are all the same, we all just want to live in peace. I'm not evil or bad in anyway, that's why I'm an auror, to catch the bad people. Please, I'm not going to hurt you or anyone, let me go.'

'Do you have someone at home, someone you love?'

'Yes, my wife and three children, then I have my three godchildren, my best friends. Do you have someone you love?'

'I thought I did, but they only used me for my power. From what I overheard, they wanted me born to grow up to kill you, that's all I was born for. I thought my mother loved me, but I overheard her telling some bloke called Rodolphus that I look like my father so she can't love me. My brother sneers at me all the time, calls me names, he doesn't like me at all.'

'Who is you're father?' Harry asked quietly.

'I was told his name was Voldemort, I was named Thomas after his real name. I was told he was good when you killed him.'

'You're Voldemorts son?'

'No, I overheard them talking about us, I'm not his son. They said I look like my father, but first I want to ask you something else before I let you go,' the young man lit his wand again, 'Do you recognise this wand?'

Harry sucked in a breath, 'Yes, it belonged to Voldemort, but it shares cores with mine.'

'Did you disarm him the night you killed him?'

'Yes, but he never had that one in his hand, he had another wand because of the cores never let our wands work properly against each other.'

'This wand came to me out of nowhere, it just appeared. I did some research on wands, found out that if a charm was placed on a wand and that person died, the wand will present itself to their first born child when the child reaches the age of five. But those charms are tricky if you're disarmed before you die. But about my father, I saw what you looked like when I brought you here, you have green eyes, very unusual green eyes. Tell me about them.'

'There the same as my mother's, I've been told I look like my father, but have my mother's eyes. Why do you want to know about my eyes or my scars, anything about me?'

The young boy lit the room, but stayed back in the shadows, 'Because I needed to know if you would tell me the truth. What I overheard was Rodolphus and my mother saying they wanted me to kill you as they believe I would have the power to do it and that you would never kill me when you saw me. My mother only agreed to have me so she could get her magic back, I was able to do that for her when I was six years old. But the main reason I asked about everything was I need to know that my father wouldn't lie to me,' the boy stepped into the light.

'Oh god,' Harry stared at the boy who looked exactly like he did at the age of fifteen, 'It was you're mother that used polyjuice potion and pretended to be my wife so she could get pregnant, Narcissa Malfoy, right?'

'Yes, I overheard them talking, so you're my father. They have been training me to kill you, they wanted me to hate you. I did for a long time, until recently. They made me kill for them, saying you were going to use muggles as you're army, using the imperius curse,' the boy stepped closer, 'You look kind and not bad at all. They have lied to me my whole life, so I'm going to let you go. Just know, I wished you could have been my father, then I might have been treated nicely, instead of hit all the time, or locked up. You'll never have to worry anymore father, I won't kill anyone else, tell your children I'm sorry and father,' the boy moved even closer, then touched Harry's face, 'I'm sorry for everything I've done. They have another hidden room inside the manor, it's under my baby's room. One more thing, if you knew I was you're son and we had to fight, would you have killed me?'

'No, I would not have killed you, or hurt you in anyway.'

'I love you father,' the boy moved back, waved his wand which released Harry, then instantly aimed the killing curse at himself, falling dead to the floor.

'Nooooo,' Harry screamed and pulled his arms, which came loose. He dropped to the floor and put his son's head in his lap. He began to cry over his dead son's body. When Harry's tears dried up, he found his wand on his son, cast his patronus and sent Prongs with a message to Ron. He waited but kept his eyes and hands on his son's face.

'Harry, Harry,' Ron called urgently.

'In here,' Harry called back then looked up as Ron and the rest of the aurors ran inside.

'Did you get him Harry?' Tim asked.

'No, he killed himself. Ron, remember back when I was staying at the Hogs Head, someone used polyjuice potion, turned into Ginny.'

'Yeah, why, what's going on Harry?'

'She got pregnant, trained him to think he was Voldemorts son and he was supposed to kill me, but he's my son. They knew I wouldn't be able to kill my own son. He has a birthmark, lightning shaped, he said it used to burn and he felt sad, opposite to mine. He couldn't live with what they made him do, he said sorry. Oh god,' Harry moved his head until it was over his son's face.

'Are you positive he's your son Harry?' Tim asked.

Harry moved his head and hands from his son's face, 'Just look at him, it's like looking at me when I was younger, he even has my eyes. The bloke that set this up with Narcissa was Rodolphus Lestrange. Narcissa agreed so she could get her magic back, Thomas did that at the age of six. They have another hidden room in Malfoy Manor, under the baby's room.'

Ron and Tim moved closer and looked down at the young man, 'He is your son,' Ron said quietly as he knelt down, then spotted the wand, 'How did he get this?'

'It came to him when he was five. Voldemort charmed it to go to his first child if he died, why I don't know when he thought he was never going to die. But the wand came to me that night, so the charm changed to go to my first-born child.' Harry looked back into his son's dead eyes, 'I want him buried with my parents, Thomas Potter deserves that.'

'I'll organise it Harry. Why don't you let Ron take you home? I'll take care of your son and let you know when the funeral is.'

'Come on Harry, you can't do any more here and Ginny's bound to be a nervous wreck by now.' Ron saw Harry nod, then leaned over and kissed his son's forehead, touched his face, then stood up and left the room. Ron kept hold of his arm until they apparated to Harry's home. They walked through the wards and into the house, when Ginny saw Harry, she screamed and wrapped her arms around her husband. Ron went over to his wife and sat down with her and knew he was going to have to explain what had been going on.