Hey y'all. Sorry for the delay but here is the next chapter. Also as an announcement, if you feel like re-freshing yourself on the previous chapter that would be a great idea as I have gone through and edited chapter 1-5. I added ALOT to chapter 4 and just some characterization stuff because it was annoying me. I hope you enjoy the new chapter.

Chapter 6

Two words. That was all it took for feelings to come slamming into Harry like a tsunami. His mind, which had been trying to repair itself, closed up like a fortress upon hearing those words. Memories, emotions, instincts, all things he's been repressing since the whirlwind that was the past almost week slamming into him. All kickstarted by two words. Two horrible yet unbelievable words. My son.

Suddenly, all the meekness, a result of the exhaustion he felt, was cleared away. He felt his mind sharpening, his emotions being shut down by a switch and his personality almost shifting. The repressed part of himself, the Slytherin part of himself, the survivor came out in full force.

Matias, Harr- Matias thought. This was always me. Harry was the mask.

Tom watched in awe as he visibly saw a transformation. Not in his son's physical appearance, but his eyes, the hardening of his face. His son went from a slightly closed off Gryffindor, emotions plastered across his face like a billboard to a mask of perfect calm and collection, betraying no emotion or thought besides the coldness of pure calculation.

"Harry I-"

"Matias," the younger one interrupted. "Harry was a lie." Matias said, the sudden coldness in his voice leaving no room for discussion.

Matias internally smiled. This, this is what he had been missing. This is what had felt out of place. This is who he was. He had been Harry Potter out of necessity, in order to survive. The golden Gryffindor is what everyone wanted to see, not the cold and hardened Slytherin. Not the abused boy who blood sang with cunning and ambition.

Tom felt a smirk come over his face. It was eerie though, just how much Matias- and truly Matias sounded like him when he got like this.

"So, Harry was the lie then," he drawled.

Matias merely shrugged in response. "I was originally slated for Slytherin. It's ironic though. The very trait of self preservation is the one that really got me into Gryffindor."

Tom barely held back a snort of amusement. It seemed his genes ran strong. He found that he quickly became more comfortable and summoned a soft chair, sitting down for what was bound to be a long conversation.

"Well, it seems as though you did almost follow in my footsteps. I'll have to see if there is a clause for a possible resort. "

"That would be preferable. I - Harry has enjoyed his time in the lion's den, however, I can see myself finding it most tiresome," Matias remarked.

Tom, no matter how pleased he was at the sudden change in character that his son showed, was still curious as to how he was so different from his counterpart. If one didn't know better, there was almost no correlation between the two.

"I understand that you must have many questions, but I have one," the dark lord said. "Where do the differences between Matias and Harry lie?"

Matias was slightly surprised at the question but it was easy enough to answer.

"I think I knew from a young age that something wasn't right with me. The name - Harry- never fit, not truly. It wasn't until Hogwarts that Harry Potter came out, when I realized who I needed to be," Matias said, the truthfulness of his words ringing through the room. "But before then, when living with my relatives I was much more calculating. I had to truly become Harry Potter though upon reaching Hogwarts, Dumbledore made sure of that."

Matias found himself surprised at the honesty that he answered the oldemans question with, but his magic just sang as being reunited with his father.

Tom merely nodded in understanding before seeing the look in Matias's eyes, the question swirling.

"Go ahead," the older man encouraged.

He could see the calculations going on in Matias's head before finally landing on the best question to ask.

"How did I become Harry?" He asked, a small amount of hesitancy creeping it way into his voice.

Tom took in a sharp breath. Despite slightly expecting the question, he was not prepared for the onslaught of emotions that accompanied it.

"That is a long story," he warned.

Matias sat down on the bed, facing his father. "I have time."

Tom nodded, taking a deep breath before he began.

Flashback

Tom was pacing outside of a door, wincing every time he heard a cry, more like a scream of pain. He knew his magic was visibly reflecting his anger, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

House elves and death eaters all skirted around him, not filling to be matching the screams coming from inside the small room.

As he heard another scream, even louder and more pain filled if possible, his resolve to not bust down the door dangerously wavered. Just as he was about to barge in, the door was thrown open.

"My Lord," Narcissa said, hair a mess and face tired. "Antha requires you."

Tom nodded, his normally blank face flooded with relief. He walked into the room to find his wife on the bed, sweaty and pale.

"Marvalo," she panted out, love dripping from her voice.

Tom felt himself smile. He loved when his wife called him by his middle name. Both himself and his wife agreed that it fit him much better.

He shook himself out of his musing, turning his attention to his wife.

"How are you feeling," he asked.

"Well, I'm just dandy. I'm currently pushing a human being out of me. I've never been better. HOW DO YOU THINK I'M DOING?!"

Tom felt his eyes go wide at the tone his wife took before he heard a small snicker from behind him.

"Well, my Lord," Narcissa said, a laugh in her voice. "Some women have compared childbirth to a concentrated cruciatus."

Tom winced.

"Sorry, love. What do you need me to do?"

His wife took a deep breath before gently reaching out for his hand. "I just need you here."

Tom nodded his head, love shining in his eyes and sat down next to his wife.

A near broken hand (Tom) and an hour long of pushing later, The newly formed family of three was glowing with love and happiness that many never thought possible.

The Dark rejoiced as a new Prince was born, an heir that could lead them into a new generation of prosperity. A blessing from Lady Magic herself.

Three Months Later*

The Manor was a flurry of activity. Death Eater ran all throughout, making sure everything was in place for the presentation of their Lord's Heir. In all the commotion, no one noticed how there were a couple more people then there should have been.

The presentation went wonderfully. The Dark was rejoicing, pouring blessing down upon the Dark Family. However the bliss that was the presentation was violently taken.

Three order members was all it took.

Lucius Malfoy ran up to Tom, panic written all over his face. "My Lord, the wards! They've been compromised!"

Tom shot off with a speed he himself didn't know. Pushing his way towards the entrance way where his wife lay, concerningly still. He looked up to see a green spell heading towards his son, who was held in the arms of an Order member.

He didn't remember much after that moment. If asked, witnesses would say it was the most terrifying scene they had ever seen in their life. Magic exploded in response to Tom's grief. The members of the Order fled faster than thought possible.

They were able to kill half of the group that came once the wards came down, but no one caught those who killed their Lord's son and ran off with his body.

End Flashback

Matias sat there in shock.

"I was kidnapped," he said, struggling to keep the emotion from his voice.

A solemn nod was the only confirmation he received.

"But you said it looked like they shot me with a killing curse," Harry protested, more out of denial.

"That's what I thought, however I have a hypothesis. I've found through the years that there are potions that can cause immediate death, for just a few moments. My magic would have felt you 'death', which is why I was so sure that yuou were in fact dead. I have also found that a simple will of you magic can create the green of the killing curse," Tom said, bringing out his own wand. He pointed it away from Harry before shooting a bright flash of green light.

Matias slammed his eyes shut, fighting back a scream . It took a few moments before the sounds of his own breath informed him that he was still very much alive. He lookd at his father who had an apologetic look on his face. After a few moments he calmed down enough to finally think again.

"That doesn't explain why they didn't actually kill me."

"That my son is something I have been trying to figure out ever since I figured out you were alive. My guess is that Dumbledore knew that you would be powerful, possibly more so than myself due to your mother. If he had you completely on his side you would have been a great addition to his cause."

Matias was only able to nod in agreement.

"I wish I could say that that makes sense but really nothing does anymore," he lamented.

Both men sat in silent agreement of that statement. The past days had been some of the most chaotic but still best days of Tom's life but he still had many questions, both of them did.

"Matias," the elder said.

Matias simply hummed in response, mind slowly coming back from his musings.

"Would you like to come to Riddle Manor with me?"

Matias blinked in shock. The question wasn't surprising but the sheer amount of love and almost hesitancy that he heard in his fathers voice was enough to shake him out of his musings. It sounded like a genuine choice.

"If I said no,-" he trailed off, unsure of where to go from there.

"I wouldn't force you to come with me to the manor. I would make sure you were in better and more protected accommodation than this but- if this was a shock for me, it was probably even bigger for you."

Tom was even taken aback at his own sincerity. He knew while he was saying the words that he would let his son stay elsewhere if that's what he needed. Would he deploy a slightly overkill amount of deatheaters to watch his son's place of residence if it came to that, yes. But he found that he was prioritizing his son's comfort over his own peace of mind. It killed him, and he was a little out of practice in showing love for another but he knew this was the right course of action.

Matias sat in slight shock that the choice was actually genuine. He knew he was going to go live with his father, he's been alone enough in life that he was willing to move past the complicated history, however he didn't really know if the man was truly capable of love. It was hard moving on from preconceived notions but this picture of his father, eyes flooded with sincerity and concern in equal measures, helped greatly in forming new opinions of the man he had been taught to be his mortal enemy.

"I think living with you would be nice," Matias said, his voice quiet, guarded.

Tom tried to ignore the hope that fluttered in his chest, such things were not becoming of a Dark Lord, however with his son in front of him, hope was something that was inevitable.

"Wonderful," Tom said. "Would you be opposed to moving there sooner than later?"

Matias nodded, moving to begin packing up his things before a thought struck him.

"Umm. Father?"

Tom whipped around, the joy in his heart that a simple name brought was simply embarrassing but no one needed to know.

"Yes Matias?"

"I- would you be opposed to spending the day here in about two to three days? I placed a large order for robes and such but as most of it was custom it's not quite ready yet."

"Of course. There is some other shopping that I would like to do with you anyway," Tom said.

Matias nodded again, and continued packing up. Shaking his head at his son's antics, Tom waved his wand in one swoop and watched as everything belonged to his son (which was a concerningly small amount). He did however notice a small ring sitting on a dresser that wouldn't move when his spell hit it.

Matias whipped around when objects began moving of their own accord. He looked at his father, a questioning gaze in his eyes. He opened his mouth - but quickly aborted his question when he realized what his father was staring at.

"Oh," Matias exclaimed. "That's my glamour ring." He said.

"Completely immune to summoning charms I presume," his father asked, curiosity coloring his voice.

A nod was the only answer he received as Matias walked towards the ring, slipping it on.

Tom took in a sharp breath as guilt flooded through him. Seeing his son as Harry was hard. It was so easy to reconcile his emotions when he was looking at the spitting image of himself but when he was looking at a miniature of James Potter it was much harder.

Matias was surprised to see guilt flash through his fathers eyes. He still was trying to decide if his father was capable of such a thing. But every minute he continued to stay in his father's presence began to point to a conclusion that there was more to the feared Dark Lord than he could have ever believed.

Begging to feel unnerved by the silence, Matias ripped off his ring and placed it in a pocket.

"Are you ready," his father questioned.

Matias replied with a short nod. His father turned out of the room and headed downstairs. Matias followed Tom and soon the duo was at the floo acces for the inn. Tom gestured for his son to get in beside him as he threw a couple coins in the collection pot and grabbed a handful of floo powder.

"Slytherin Manor," Tom hissed, the parseltongue acting as the password.

Matias gritted his teeth as he felt the green flames ignite around him as he began to spin. However this trip was made slightly better, the grounding presence of his father helping him remain stable.

As quickly as the sensation had come, the spinning stopped as Matias's feet slammed against the cold hard stone. Once again grateful for Tom's presence, he grabbed onto his fathers arm, steading himself.

Tom smiled down on his son, a sense of fulfillment running through his veins as he saw his long lost son finally standing in the light of the family manor.

"Welcome home, my son."