The Dark Lord's Son
by teddylonglong

All recognizable characters belong to J. K. Rowling, and I am not earning anything by writing this story.
I am not a native speaker of English. Please excuse my mistakes.

Warnings: Completely AU! Partly dark!Harry


The black hooded wizard watched Lily sink to the floor, before a green light moved towards the one-year-old child in his crib. He let out an annoyed sigh upon realising that the baby seemed to be resistant to the curse for whatever unbelievable reason.

"Oh well then, we'll see who is going to be the most powerful wizard," he told the boy, who backed up in fright, glancing in the direction of his mummy, who still remained on the floor, unmoving. With a flick of his hand, a red light travelled towards the child, hitting little Harry across his forehead to bond the baby to himself. Noticing that the child began to cry, gripping his small forehead in agony, he stepped over to the crib, cradled the boy into his arms and apparated away.

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'Oh well, I didn't expect to find myself in the situation of having a son,' the Dark Lord thought, sighing as he let his eyes wander to the crib, which he had conjured for the baby in his own room. 'It's time to introduce him to my followers as the Dark Prince.'

A few minutes later, the Death Eaters gathered in his assembly room, staring at the scene in front of him in apparent shock.

Voldemort was sitting on his throne, next to which he had placed Harry's crib, and was bouncing the baby on his lap.

"My faithful followers," he addressed the group of black hooded men, "it's time to introduce my son to you. This is Harry, and you will address him as 'Dark Prince'. He's fifteen months old, and I'm going to raise him as my heir. I expect that you show him exactly the same loyalty that you hold for myself. Is that clear?" he hissed, letting his eyes wander over the group of Death Eaters in front of him.

"Yes, my Lord" was the collective response – not that Voldemort had expected anything else.

He dismissed his followers, instructing Lucius to visit him in the morning together with his wife and his son, who was just a few weeks older than Harry.

HP

Apparently realising that the Dark Lord had no idea whatsoever about raising his Dark Prince, considering that he called her first thing in the morning requesting that she should change Harry's stinky nappy, Narcissa Malfoy offered her assistance, and Harry was allowed to spend his days with Draco. Only after dinner and a warm bath was he expected to be back at Riddle Manor, already dressed in pyjamas, so that Voldemort merely had to put him into bed, tell him a night time story and tuck him in – which he more or less grudgingly did on Narcissa's request.

Narcissa even saw to it that Harry was provided with a stuffed teddy bear to cuddle with, knowing that Voldemort was not fond of any kind of affection, as well as clothes to wear and everything else that a baby would need.

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From his third birthday onwards, however, Voldemort resolved to teach Harry himself during the afternoons. Considering that he was already potty-trained and able to eat by himself, the Dark Lord decided that he was not too much of a nuisance anymore to have him at his home even during the day.

On Harry's birthday, Draco and his parents visited the Dark Lord and his son, and while the adults enjoyed some tea and cake, the children eagerly played in the huge park of the Manor. Knowing that Harry was going to receive a broom from his parents, Draco had brought his own broom along with a Snitch, and the two three-year-olds enjoyed themselves flying trying to catch the Snitch.

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Later in the afternoon, after the Malfoys had returned home, Voldemort took Harry aside.

"Harry, you're now three and a big boy, so I'm going to teach you magic," he told the child, causing Harry to stare at him with apparent excitement.

"Yeah, I'd lub to leawn magic," Harry replied, enthusiastically. "Can I get a wand?"

"Harry, you're a very powerful wizard just like myself," Voldemort replied, slowly. "You'll be able to do a lot of magic without a wand."

"Dwaco awways…" Harry began to contradict, however, was interrupted, sharply.

"Draco isn't as powerful as you, so he needs a wand, but you don't," his father informed him in a firm voice, making Harry nod in understanding, although he did not really comprehend Voldemort's reasoning.

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During the first year, Voldemort taught him simple charms and spells which were just convenient to know, before he proceeded to make him practise shield charms and protection spells which could be important for his safety.

To Narcissa's and Lucius' disappointment, he refused to include Draco in his lessons though, insisting that he wished to have some quality time alone with his son, and the Malfoys knew better than to contradict the Dark Lord.

Unaware of the matter with Draco, Harry thoroughly enjoyed his lessons with his father and was very proud when he managed to put up a shield to protect himself from his father's spells, especially since Voldemort always commended him afterwards, telling him how proud he was of his progress. When he did not manage to put up a strong enough shield, he was hit by the spell and usually remained sore for the rest of the day. In contrary to Narcissa, Voldemort never made a fuss when he was hurt and usually merely said that it would wear off during the next few hours.

'But it still hurts,' Harry sometimes thought, when he was lying in his bed trying in vain to sleep due to the pain in his limbs caused by a spell that he had not managed to block.

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Nevertheless, Harry was a happy child. Sometimes, he woke up during the nights by a nightmare, in which he saw his mummy die, but shortly after his arrival at Malfoy Manor the following morning, he used to forget about any strange dreams, and over playing with Draco, his mood always improved quickly. Draco was not only his brother, but also his best friend. Harry was fully aware that the Dark Lord, or Voldemort as Harry was allowed to call him as well, was his real father, but he felt as if Aunt Narcissa and Uncle Lucius also behaved like parents to him. From time to time, Harry was allowed to stay at Malfoy Manor during the weekend, and rarely, Draco got to remain at Riddle Manor with him overnight.

Sometimes, when his father called his Death Eaters, they brought their children with them, and Harry and Draco got to play with Theo, Pansy, Vincent, Gregory, Millicent and Blaise.

While Harry and Draco found Pansy and Theo very stuck up, they believed Vincent and Gregory to be too stupid for their own good, however, Millicent and Blaise were nice, and Draco and Harry became friends with them and proceeded to invite their two friends to come and play with them sometimes during the weekends.

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Unbeknownst to the two boys behind the strong wards of Malfoy Manor and Riddle Manor, the world outside was torn by a raging war of the light side versus the dark side.

Only when they turned six years old, Narcissa began to teach them primary school knowledge as well as wizarding etiquette and easy magic. She also informed them about the Ministry of Magic and the soon-to-be election, for which they hoped that Lucius would be elected as Minister of Magic, as well as the Wizengamot and other things that they had to know about the magical community. Two years ago, Voldemort had replaced Albus Dumbledore as the head of the Wizengamot, however, the ancient wizard still tried to give him a hard time interfering with most of his decisions.

At the same time, Voldemort proceeded to teach Harry offensive spells, knowing that he was already proficient with all kinds of protection and shielding spells.

One day, shortly after his sixth birthday, he told him, "Tomorrow, we're going to head to Diagon Alley to buy you a wand."

Harry cast his father a surprised look. "But Father, you said that I don't need a wand," he contradicted in a slightly accusing voice, causing Voldemort to chuckle.

"You still don't need a wand for a simple shield spell," he explained with surprising patience, "however, if you find yourself in a duel, you must be powerful and also able to act as quickly as possible, and not having a wand will put you into a great disadvantage. Therefore, we're going to buy you a proper wand."

"Father," Harry replied, pensively. "When I have a wand, will I have to join the Death Eaters in their missions?"

Voldemort looked at him in obvious amusement. "No Harry, not until you're older. You must at least be ten and have experience with duels, before I'll allow you to participate in any raid whatsoever. Your safety is most important to me, son."

Harry smiled, feeling very much loved and comforted by his father's words.

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Since Harry was due to spend the morning at Malfoy Manor, Voldemort and Harry travelled to Diagon Alley first thing in the afternoon.

"Father, where are we going to buy my wand?" Harry asked in excitement, causing his father to smirk in obvious amusement.

"I'm still not sure if we should buy one at Ollivanders' or in Knockturn Alley," Voldemort replied, seemingly pensive, before he made up his mind. "We're going to buy two wands for you," he decided.

"One for the left wand holder and one for the right?" Harry enquired, having noticed his father wearing two wand holders attached to his sleeves before.

"Exactly," Voldemort agreed.

They headed to Ollivanders' first, and Harry was thoroughly annoyed, when the old wizard not only found it necessary to inform him what kind of wand his birth father had possessed, but also suggested that Harry should buy a children's wand.

"A child's magic isn't developed enough at the age of six," he explained to Voldemort, who returned a glare and motioned the old wizard to check Harry's level of magic.

In the end, after trying different wands for more than thirty minutes, Harry received his wand, staring at the wand maker in disbelief when he told him that it was the brother wand to the one which his adoptive father possessed.

"Is that true?" Harry asked, incredulously.

"Yes, Mr. Potter, it…" the wand maker began to explain, however, was interrupted by Voldemort.

"My son's name is Harry, but you may call him the Dark Prince," he hissed, causing the wand maker to apologize, 'half-heartedly,' Harry thought.

"Very well, Dark Prince, the core of your wand is a phoenix feather, and said phoenix has only ever given two feathers for wand making." Nodding towards Voldemort, he added, "Your new father's wand contains the other feather."

"Is it your phoenix?" Harry asked, curiously. He had never seen a phoenix, but he had heard about them, and he would love to see one. 'They must be amazing,' he thought, feeling slightly disappointed when Mr. Ollivander informed him that the phoenix was Fawkes, Professor Dumbledore's phoenix.

After almost an hour, the two wizards left Ollivanders', and – apparently realising that Harry was as fed up as himself from their visit to the wand maker – Voldemort decided to leave heading to Knockturn Alley in order to buy Harry's second wand for the next time.

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Now that the boys were six years old, their parents deemed them old enough to accompany them to various events within the magical world, like, for example, the annual Christmas party at the Ministry of Magic or the traditional New Year's party at Malfoy Manor.

Voldemort also allowed Harry to participate in his Death Eater meetings. Sitting next to Voldemort's throne on a smaller throne, Harry eagerly listened to the meetings, however, he did not always like what he heard.

One day, he asked his father, "Father, why are Bellatrix and Rudolphus going to attack muggles? They didn't do anything to you."

"Because they're filthy muggles," Voldemort informed him, smirking.

"Father, will I ever have to kill innocent children?" Harry queried, alarmed.

Voldemort let out a long sigh. "No son, you'll only have to fight people who offended me in any way. Is that all right with you?"

"Yes, that's fine," Harry replied after a minute of intense thinking. "Not when they're children and don't know better though."

"Deal," Voldemort agreed, smirking.

tbc ?

I have begun posting this story on fb a while ago and mainly posted this here to see if there was interest in this story. If not, I will just continue posting it on fb like with most of my recent and most likely future stories...