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Disclaimer: No matter how hard I may try, I do not, and never will, own Harry Potter. Anything recognisable is J.K Rowling's, Damien is Kurinoones, and Harry's backstory and the stuff in bold is hers too.
Chapter Four
Kingsly cleared his throat, looking at the title and before glancing at James, Lily and Damien. He knew that they were finally going to be hearing about Harry, just like everyone wanted too. He began reading.
The Prince's World
Everyone perked up. Damien was bouncing excitedly, he was finally going to hear about his brother! He had a huge grin on his face, that was mirrored by his parents, Sirius and Remus.
Harry sighed and tried again to concentrate. It was already difficult to get a hang on this stupid curse without the annoying pain in his scar that was breaking his concentration.
"Scar?" The grin melted off of Lily's face as her motherly instincts kicked in. "What scar? Oh Merlin..." She couldn't help but worry about her baby. James looked furious, the anger radiating off of him capturing the attention of everyone. Lily squeezed his hand, "James...?"
"Who do you think put it there?" James growled. "Who do you think gave my son a scar? I swear if that snake abuses him..." Hermione, Ginny, Molly and Lily gasped in shock. Everyone looked down at the thought of Harry's loyalty to Voldemort being won through pain.
He tried once more to pay attention to Bella as she ranted on and on about how he had to focus on causing pain and actually wanting the bone to break. It was the only way the bone-breaking curse would work.
"Focusing on causing pain? They want him to focus on causing pain?" Ron gasped out, mouth hanging open in disbelief.
"They make him kill Ron, why are you so surprised?" Fred said, smacking him over the back of the head. "Er, no offense," he nodded towards James and Lily, who smiled sadly. they couldn't change what Harry had done, but they could bring him back and change the way he thinks.
Her talk about pain was making Harry feel his own headache worsen.
Lily bit her lip in worry. What was wrong with her son?
He threw her an angry glare as she was clearly enjoying the fact that Harry for once, was not able to pick up on something that she herself was an expert in.
"Well, at least we know he's good at magic..." Tonks trailed off seeing the looks on Lily and James faces. It was a mixture of pride that their son was so powerful, and sadness at the fact that they weren't the ones to teach him.
"Aww what's the matter Prince, having an off day are we?" she sniggered while watching him rub his forehead in frustration.
"Lay off Bella, I'm in no mood for your crazy antics today."
"Woah." Sirius said. "Careful Harry, don't make Bell mad..." he trailed off as he saw the looks of worry on everyone's faces. Harry had a scar, and he was just rude to Bellatrix Lestrange. Was he about to get another one for his behaviour?
he replied while kneading his forehead with his knuckles.
She immediately wiped the smirk of her face and ran over to Harry.
"Harry, are you okay? Is it your scar again? Sorry Harry, I didn't realise."
"WHAT?" Sirius yelled, disbelief evident on his face. "Did you read that right? Did Bella just apologise?" Kingsly repeated the line and Sirius sat back in awe. "Wow." He said, turning to James and Lily. "I know you don't want to recognise the fact that Harry cares for these people, but I hope you realise that they," he gestured at the book, "care back."
"Appear to care back Pads," James snapped, "they're acting, must be."
"Forget that." Lily impatiently said. "Why is Harry's scar hurting. And why did she say again? Is this a regular thing?" She turned to Dumbledore for answers, however all he did was gesture for Kinglsy to continue reading.
She was apologising while prying his hands away from his forehead and trying to determine how much pain Harry was in. Harry tried to block it best he could. He hated this. He was sick of being a mood determiner for his father. When he was younger, Malfoy and other inner circle Death Eaters used to ask Harry if his scar hurt before they went in to see Lord Voldemort. If it didn't hurt before it definitely hurt after they had gone in to see him.
"So his scar is linked to You-Know-Who's emotions? Like, it hurts whenever He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named feels something?" Hermione questioned her Headmaster, who nodded proudly at her. Everyone pondered this for a while, before Kinglsy read on.
Harry gritted his teeth and tried to get away from Bella. He could handle this without her.
"Bella, I'm fine. Just leave me alone for now. We can continue with training after father calms down."
"No, Harry you need help, a pain relief potion or something." Lily scolded in what Damien had deemed her 'motherly' tone.
"Alright, Harry. Just let me know when you're ready."
Bella let go of him and made her way out of his chambers. She got to the door and turned around to see him still rubbing his scar. 'He's too proud for his own good' she thought.
"Pride is a Potter trait." Snape spat. Instead of looking offended, James smiled in relief, glad that his son had something in common with him. Snape frowned, upset that his insult wasn't taken the way he wanted it to be.
"Harry, I will be right back with some pain relief potion, and I don't want to hear about you not needing it!"
Lily sighed sadly. Everyone but Molly looked at her with confusion. As a mother, Molly Weasley knew just what was upsetting her. At seeing the confused looks, Lily elaborated, "It's not right. What she's doing for him. She's acting like his mother, I'M his mother, not her. That should be me." Nods were seen around the room as everyone understood what was wrong now.
Harry smiled weakly at her and nodded his head slightly. He would not say no to any sort of pain relief just now. He really did like Bella; it was only when she got too motherly on him that it made him uncomfortable.
'He likes her?' The thought ran through everyone's head as they all adopted looks of disgust. They needed to get Harry away from these people, and fast.
She had trained him the most, along with his father.
"Trained by Voldemort eh? I'll have to see how well when we get him back." Moody muttered. Lily threw him a sharp look. Her baby would not be duelling Alastor Moody if she had anything to say about it!
She was a good teacher and he could see that she cared for him. He wasn't sure if that was wise as his father had always taught him that feeling of love and care only weakened ones power. He couldn't really complain since he cared about Bella too. She had brought him up after all.
Lily understood now why James flinched whenever Harry referred to Voldemort as his father. She was feeling the same way as she listened to her son's thoughts on Bellatrix, who he clearly considered his mother figure.
He was busy thinking and didn't even hear Bella come back in the room.
"Here" she said as she thrust the small vial in his hand.
Harry took it gratefully and downed the potion in one gulp. The effect was instant but the pain in Harry's scar was only dulled a bit.
"The pain must have been so bad," Damien said, is awe of how his brother was coping with it. He failed to notice his parents flinch at the reminder that their child was in pain, and they were powerless to do anything.
It would only go away completely when his father has got rid of his anger, as that was what was causing Harry such intense discomfort.
"Why does he always decide to get immensely annoyed or angry when I'm around." asked Harry miserably.
"Don't be disrespectful, Harry!" snapped Bella immediately.
Harry managed to chuckle slightly to himself before throwing her a green eyed glare.
"Well excuse me for not enjoying having my head split in two!"
"Not funny Harry," Remus said, "not funny at all." Sirius nodded, adding,
"You don't joke about things like that."
"He doesn't do it on purpose, Harry. He would never want you to suffer, let alone on his account."
Harry was about to respond when a particularly nasty throb of pain caused him to clasp his hand over his forehead and let out an angry hiss of pain. Bella was instantly at Harry's side worrying about what was making her Lord so angry.
"That does it! I'm going to see what's getting him so worked up!" with that said Harry got to his feet, grabbed his silver mask and charged through the doors.
He was in front of his father's oak doors in minutes. Harry was ten years old when he had learned all the secret passages in and out of the Riddle Manor.
"That could be useful," Kinglsy interrupted his own reading to voice his opinion. Murmurs of agreement wafted around the room. Harry's knowledge of Riddle Manor come in very handy when planning an attack on it.
Harry had now got the mask over his face and knocked once on the door. Without waiting for a reply Harry, charged through into his father's private meeting room. Lord Voldemort was surprised too see his young heir in such a hurry but quickly realised why he was there. Instantly he began his mantra to calm down the rage that was bubbling within him.
"Huh?" no one was sure who said it, as numerous voices were heard. Everyone was in agreement, confused as to how Voldemort could possibly care for the child he planned to kill.
He also lifted the Crucio curse that he had placed Crabbe under. The pathetic Death Eater got slowly to his feet, his limbs still jerking violently.
"Master… f-forgive me…Master…it w-will n-never happen…"
"Silence!"
Voldemort hissed and motioned to Crabbe to get out of his sight. Thanking the entry of the Dark Prince, Crabbe quickly made his exit.
Once he was gone Harry removed his mask and looked directly at his father.
Lord Voldemort calmed down by just looking at Harry. He smiled and beckoned Harry to come closer. Harry took a couple of steps toward him and stopped. Harry was the only one his father didn't allow to bow down in front of him.
"Harry, what's the matter?" he asked.
Harry cocked up an eyebrow at his father's question.
"I just thought I would come and see what was angering you father before my head burst open!"
Harry said this with the most venomously sweet voice he could muster.
McGonagall was among those who gasped in horror and worry. Her eyes drifted to the picture of little Harry, as her thoughts drifted to the scar that was mentioned. Despite evidence to the contrary, she couldn't help but be among those who worried that Harry was going through abuse at the hands of the Dark Lord.
Lord Voldemort would have instantly killed anyone else who has dared to speak to him in such a tone. However Harry was different to everyone else. After all he was Lord Voldemort's only son.
"He's OUR son!" Lily and James shouted in sync, furious. Dumbledore calmed them with a look, clearing his throat to speak.
"Despite what you may think, this is good news. It means that Voldemort has never harmed Harry. It means that Tom cares for someone other than himself." Lily and James remained angry at the fact that Voldemort had turned their son into his own, but calmed at the thought of Harry never being harmed while under his care.
"That imbecile Crabbe has brought some disturbing news. It turns out that Riley had an accomplice."
Harry's anger and frustration completely vanished and he instantly went into his warrior mode.
"Warrior mode? Oh that poor boy." Molly chocked out, looking at the distraught Lily and James.
"What are your orders, father?" he asked with no emotions visible on his face.
A sob emerged from Lily as she buried her face in her hands.
Lord Voldemort walked over to his son and placed his pale bony hands on Harry's shoulders and stared into his eyes.
"Finish the rat!" he said and Harry's eyes instantly became cold and devoid of all emotion and feelings.
James moaned in despair, the feeling mirrored by all present.
He allowed his father to enter his mind and soon he had all that he needed to complete his assignment. Harry now had a name, an address and a face. That was all he needed.
Harry was about to turn away when his father tightened his grip on him and placed a long finger under his chin, lifting his head slightly so that he could peer into those emerald eyes.
"I am upset that you were discomforted by this Harry. You know how much I hate to pull you into my emotions."
Harry smiled, a little warmth spread into his green orbs.
"I know father, it just got a little too much this time which is why I came to see what was wrong."
Flinching at how Harry addressed Voldemort, James frowned as he considered the Dark Lords concern.
Voldemort watched as Harry turned around and left his chambers. He had never imagined such a link would be formed with his heir when he gave Harry that scar.
"So he did give Harry that scar!" George shouted.
"Yes, but he doesn't mean to hurt him," Bill said, before turning with an apologetic expression as he realised who he was defending. "I mean..."
"It's okay. It is the truth, after all." James reassured with a fake smile.
Sometimes he even felt sorry for the poor kid.
Snorts of disbelief were heard. Voldemort caring about anyone but himself was hard to believe.
He suffered if Lord Voldemort felt any strong emotions at all. It didn't matter if he was happy or sad. Any intense emotion brought nothing but intense pain to Harry.
"Oh my poor baby," Lily whispered.
Lord Voldemort had promised to keep his temper in check for Harry's sake when Harry was around. Of course when Harry was away on assignments, Lord Voldemort could get as happy or as angry as he liked without fear of hurting him. It seemed that Harry was only immensely affected when he was in close proximity to the Dark Lord. When he was far away from him Harry would still be able to tell what the Dark Lord was feeling but it was nothing more than a small dull pain which he had now been able to block out.
'Interesting,' Albus Dumbledore thought, ideas as to why this could be running through his head. A line from the prophecy kept coming back to him. 'Neither can live, while the other survives.'
Lord Voldemort sat on his throne and thought silently about Hunt. He should have seen this coming. That little rat was going to pay! His Harry would see to that.
Growls were heard as Voldemort referred to Harry as his. He would never be his.
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DONE! This one took a while to write due to the length of the chapter that Kurinoone wrote. I love her stories, but...
Any way, still waiting on opinions on Draco coming in... I'm thinking I will do it, but if you don't want him let me know!
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