Title: One's Most Hated Name
Summary: Harry Potter's younger brother, Mark was thought to be the prophesized child and Harry was left to the orphanage where Voldemort attended. Harry's adventure as a first year student will turn for the worst.
Disclaimer: Dun own it….k?
"Hello, I assume you found your trip tiring? Follow me please," Malfoy Sr. led the way past the shrubbery and towards the house. Harry looked around him. Other than Hogwarts, he's never seen anything so expensive.
Malfoy Sr. opened the double doors, leading them into the house. It was indeed odd; nothing suggested that any Dark Arts magic took place here. Everything was normal. Exceptionally normal actually. Harry walked in to a large circular hall made of fine marble. The ceiling seemed just as high as the one in the Great Hall and a chandelier as large as a bed hung from the ceiling.
A maid walked up to their host, "Welcome home, Morran. Welcome back, Draco." The maid took their clothes and luggage from the car parked outside and headed upstairs.
"Morran, do be a good host! Show our guests to their rooms, they must be tired from the long ride," Lucius said graciously, "Well, I'm afraid I must be off. I have paperwork to sign. A life of a Minister of Magic isn't that easy you know."
Draco and Harry watched as their host walked off, into the many long hallways that were connected to the circular room.
"I'll show you to your rooms," Morran said sounding somewhat empty, "Follow me."
Morran led the two down a long hallway, lined with paintings. The hallways had wooden doors with brass handles on it. The older sibling led them to two doors at the end of the hall.
"Mr. Preston, your luggage should already be inside. As of yours, Draco. There's a door between the two rooms," Morran explained, "I'll be off then."
"Oh man, looks as though Christmas won't be too bad. We're probably going to get lost a lot," Draco noted before entering his room.
Harry didn't reply, entering his own room. The room was more like a house. It had everything one would need in it. A small living room connected to a bedroom, which furthermore connected to a washroom. There was even a small cooler filled with drinks inside the living area.
Harry unpacked his luggage and headed for the room right next door. Draco's room was identical to Harry's.
"You know, my mother and I live in a well off muggle house but I never knew that my father would have owned all this," Draco exclaimed breathlessly, still looking around the room.
"Yeah, same here. I lived on the streets half my life. Who would have thought-," Harry stopped himself; it would be better if Draco didn't know this, "It's 1:30a.m! I bet your Morran and your father is asleep already. I'll show myself out."
"Yeah," Draco agreed from the bedroom.
Harry was thanking his stars that Draco probably didn't hear him as he left and headed for his room.
Entering, Harry found himself muffled as a hand covered his mouth.
"Don't scream," Morrans voice whispered from the shadows behind Harry.
Harry would rather have just beaten the crap out of Morran right there and then; at least it would have been one less competitor in the tournament but Harry could detect no animosity in Morrans voice. Harry thus nodded his head to agree with Morran.
"What do you want," Harry asked, his hand clutched around his wand the whole time.
"I need to talk to you about the Triwizard Tournament," Morran whispered looking around, all the while whispering, "Sit down." Morran showed Harry a seat on a sofa and Morran sat on another directly across from Harry.
Harry sat at the indicated spot; the room was shredded in darkness. Morran refused to turn on the light.
"What's so important about the tournament that you have to tell me at this time of night?" Harry asked. Harry knew this had to do with the thing Morran wanted to say to Harry before Karkaroff had cut Morran off.
"You can't compete in the tournament," Morran whispered as though the words he said hurt him to say.
"You told me this before. At least give me a reason to quit," Harry demanded.
"I-…I can't tell you why but I can say this; the tournament isn't what you think it is. It isn't for the unity of wizards and witches everywhere," Morran stuttered, fist clenched.
Harry was not satisfied with the answer. "Morran. I'm a powerful enough wizard to face anything and a tournament isn't going to faze me."
Morran's fears grew by every word Harry whispered out.
"You don't understand Preston! Fine, you want the truth? Here," Morran hushed. Morran pulled out his left arm and unveiled a curse sealed upon his arm. The Dark Mark was burnt upon his forearm.
"Now that you know I'm a Death Eater. When I told Draco that I was initiated before into a club, this was what I meant. I don't know what you did to the Dark Lord but he keeps obsessing over you and add to that the tournament," Morran paused, his eyes shifted fast as if thinking something at lightning speed.
"I probably told you more than I should have already but know this. No matter how powerful a wizard you are, you cannot defeat the Dark Lord and-," Morran straightened his back, "and I, as a Death Eater has a duty to protect the Lord."
Harry's mind was also moving exceptionally fast. 'Now that I confirmed that Morran is a Death Eater, that makes him my enemy but since because he revealed that he had the Dark Mark. That makes him honest but nevertheless an honest enemy is still an enemy. While he's here I should get as much out of him as I can.'
"I see. You don't have to worry about me being in the tournament anymore," Harry replied. Though it implied he had quit, he never actually said the words, 'I quit'.
"Good that you see it my way Preston," Morran replied, "What did you do to the Dark Lord to make him angry?"
"It wasn't me but my parents helped the Potters a lot," Harry weaved lies as though he were telling the truth. Harry didn't dare try to peak inside Morran's mind since Death Eaters must have some sort of protection against it, after all, they were under the powerful Dark Lord.
"Really?" Morran inquired with an eyebrow raised, "But at Hogwarts you seem to be enemies."
"My parents died in what people tell me was a car accident and so there is no more connection between my family and his and since I'm in Slytherin and he is in Gryffindor…" Harry left the rest open for Morran to figure out, "You said that You-Know-Who dislikes me, then why did he invite me to your house?"
"I don't know. I'm a junior in the 'cause' so I'm not in the inner circle," Morran replied, answering the questions.
"Oh I see. You still haven't told me what's so bad about the tournament," Harry asked as casually as possible.
Morran eyes slitted, not that Harry could see in the dark. "I think I may have overstayed my welcome here. I should leave."
Morran got up and headed for the door. Harry followed Morran to the door.
"One last advice Harry, if you intend to do as your parents did and go against the Dark Lord. I could become more than just your enemy. Take what I said as you want," Morran warned and left, shutting the door slowly as to not make any sound.
Harry closed his eyes. 'Just what was this tournament about?'
Morran closed Harry's door. 'Probably said more than I should have but Harry had a right to know.'
Morran tiptoed down the dark hall. The paintings were all asleep and snoring.
"Morran. How unusual for you to be out and visiting other people at this time of night," Morrans' father's voice echoed off the walls.
Morran looked at his father. Lucius was holding out his wand, which was lit no doubt by a lumos spell. Though the way Lucius stood was no different from always, what has changed was the evil glower in his eyes.
"Coercitio," Lucius called out.
Morran couldn't move. He felt his airway tighten as it got harder to breathe.
"What did you tell the young mister Preston?" Lucius asked.
"Nothing, father," Morran replied knowing full and well that Lucius wouldn't fall for that.
"LIAR," Lucius yelled though he kept his tone down so none of the neighboring rooms could hear.
"I didn't grant you the chance to be in the tournament and the chance to be initiated into the Master's circle so you could tell his enemies his secrets," Lucius whispered hastily.
Morran's intuition along with every nerve in his body told him to run but due to the curse, he could not move anywhere, as his airway seemed to shrink every minute.
"I will take you to see the Dark Lord to remedy you. There, you may beg for his forgiveness, should he choose to forgive you," Lucius smirked.
"Why?" Morran rasped out for he only had the breath to say one word.
"I don't really care about a worthless son who disobeyed the Dark Lord. I can therefore have a chance to be his right hand man," Lucius replied knowing full well Morran probably didn't hear what he had just said.
Lucius was right. Morran didn't. Small black dots flickered, threatening to cloud his whole vision. Lucius relieved Morran of the curse and grabbed on to his left hand all the while holding Morran's hand, he portkeyed away.
The Dark Lord heard knocks on the door to his chamber. "Enter Lucius."
"My Lord," Lucius and Morran knelt though Morran wobbled a bit.
Morran took a few more steps forward and knelt again. "My Lord. I have told Harry Preston about your animosity towards him and that he should quit the tournament. Forgive me, I know that I shouldn't have but-"
"Crucio," Lord Voldemort hissed, "Lucius, isn't he your responsibility?"
"Yes, I'm sorely afraid so. But I have pleasant news for you. My other son, Draco Malfoy could replace Morran as a loyal Death Eater," Lucius offered.
"How sly of you, Lucius. That is why you probably forced Morran here. No?" Voldemort asked though without the usual sarcasm.
Relieving Morran of the second dark curse he felt that day, he addressed to Morran, "I will not punish you as severely as I should have. Your task now will be to get you younger brother here for his initiation on the very first of January."
"Lucius, I will permit your son to stay in the tournament if he is able to bring his brother here and have the initiation go as planned," Voldemort hissed, "Leave Morran."
Morran stood, bowed and left the Dark Lord and his father. When he closed the door, Morran collapsed onto the ground. Never had he been held under the cruciatus that long, his nerves were shot.
"Lucius, very generous of you to offer both your sons to me. Therefore I shall offer you the position of Head of my Inner Circle should your elder son succeed to bring your younger here," Voldemort remarked.
Voldemort smirked. This worked out well just as Lucius planned. With Draco, Voldemort would be able to use the younger son as a pawn for Harry Potter.
A/N: Style is a bit different from before but I needed this chapter to sort of explain that Morrans nice and all but he's still a Death Eater though an honest one. So tell me what you think