The Letter That Saved Me Unwillingly.

by 1Macosta_1

Summary:

By: mcosta4581
What happens when Harry writes to the dark lord willingly? What happens when an intrigued Voldemort decides to jump into his life and gives him an option he never even considered thinking of before that moment? What happens when others become involved? What will Harry do? Features de-ageing, light side bashing, Weasley bashing (except twins and Bill and Charlie and maybe Percy).

Chapter 1: Chapter 1

Summary:

all stories and the chapters will be under construction so the story may change a little bit, i am not the same person who started all those year ago.

Chapter one - the letter.

 

harry potter's pov

 

As I stared down, looking at the bloody finger I had used to write the letter that was now finished and signed with my blood, I thought of how I had ended up in this position. Still, I never stood a chance from the beginning as the hands that mother nature gave me were crappy and no matter how hard I tried, the cards seemed to never get any better as time went on. I wished I had never learned magic existed, and I will tell you all why.

The reason I didn't want to be known as the Boy-Who-Lived, aka BWL, is because of the fact: 

One, I detest being in the fame and spotlight. 

Second, I hate being an orphan and living with my hating relatives.

My last reason is that I didn't want to fight in this war.

 

But then again, when have my needs or wants ever come true? The answer was never; nothing I wished ever came true in this magical world that seemed to depend on a boy who didn't even know that magic was real, better yet, had a hidden world in plain sight, Literally. After picking up one of Dudley's old, barely used school notebooks, the sharp-tipped pencil and the blue ink pen, I opened to a blank page and started writing the letter I've wanted to write since Voldemort returned and because I wanted out. It was plain and simple.

 

Dear Voldemort, aka Tom Riddle,

 

I know that you are plotting ways to find and kill me. I wanted to tell you that if you want to know where I am, respond to this letter, and to make sure you can trust this letter, here is an oath.

 

I, Harrison James Potter, swear that this letter is authentic. I swear in my magic, so mote it is.

 

The reason is straightforward: I never wanted to be in this war or the fame that came with it. I hate how I'm treated in both the muggle and magical world. Hated in one and a liar in the other. So please kill me, I ask you, because, in this life, I have nothing or one to live for and no hope to win against you either. I know about your Horcruxes and also wanted to inform you that I have given them to the goblins in a secret account to be given to you using either name addressed in the letter. Don't worry; they don't know or won't let Albus Dumbledore or anyone who isn't you give it because you have my blood on you and so only you can only access the account. 

 

p.s. I think your ideas and beliefs are what the magical needs are. 

 

Blood Signed by: Harry Potter.

 

I finished the letter, signing the bottom part of my blood so the dark lord knows everything written is not a lie. Harry then folded it neatly and called for Dobby. "DOBBY", he whispered and watched as Dobby appeared in the small, unimpressive, and almost covered in brown dried blood everywhere looking in the bedroom. The wide-eyed ex-house elf entered the bedroom with a barely audible pop. "The great Harry Potter has called for Dobby?!" he said in an excited tone of voice "shhh, please be quiet, Dobby; I need you to deliver this letter to Voldemort, and before you say anything, just listen to this message. It is very, very important. He must receive this, so I'm begging you to do this. For me. please." I say pleadingly that you can practically hear my desperate and stubborn tone. I could see Dobby reluctantly begin to submit to my request as he understood that what was written in this letter could be the key to my life or my death; either option didn't bother me.

Dobby grasped the letter from an outstretched hand and disappeared quietly with one last sad look in my direction before turning and popping away to do what I practically begged Dobby to do. I then began writing again, this time. However, this was not a letter but the untold truth that I had never dared to tell anyone or show anyone but a group of deeply trusted people who I made swear an oath on their magic to keep quiet about unless given permission in any way or form to tell.

  

To the person reading this letter,

 

I, Harrison James Potter, am writing to tell you about my life from my side, seeing as no one bothered to ask me before doing anything they wanted to about my so-called meaningful life. I was left on the doorstep of my relative's stairs the night of my parents' demise. I was put on the front door steps at night on October 31. I was not taken inside until the following day when my uncle was wrapped in a blanket on his way to walk. A letter addressed to them stated my parents' demise, that they must take me in, and that they would make sure the house would be protected as long as I stayed in their custody. Still, if you have ever read anything about blood wards, you would know that the person has to believe and love the family for them to work, so that means that there were never any wards, as the Dursley were never family to me, nor was I family to them and endured worse than a house elf that seemed to be treated. Understand that I was not given an actual room as I was deemed not worthy of an actual bedroom to live in, so the 11 years of my life I lived in the cupboard under the stairs in the first letter I received was named that exact title.

 

TO: POTTER, HARRY JAMES

NUMBER 4, PRIVET DRIVE

THE CUPBOARD UNDER THE STAIRS.

 

I first thought it was a joke, but then how would anyone but my relatives know that I was living in the cupboard under the stairs? To put how bad my life has been, I will be frank and say that I have been:

1. Raped

2. Physically, Mentally, Emotionally, and Verbally abused.

 

That's the simplest way to phrase it. I was first made to do the housework as soon as I could walk and then raped from the young age of five years old because, as my uncle put it so nicely to me, Vernon said, "Freaks need to learn how to earn their keep in this house seeing as this and cleaning is all you're ever going to be good for in you're a sad excuse for an unwanted life." boy, did I learn. Vernon Dursley, not only did he use me, but he let others pay to "play" with me, and every time it happened, the more accustomed I grew to the pain. My innocence was taken from me, and from then on, it just seemed to get worse. 

I... When I first found out that the fact that I could change my features and hair and blah blah blah weren't unnatural and freakish about me was because of magic, as Hagrid, half-giant, told me. I couldn't believe that there was a way out of this hellhole that people call a family, more like a house of undursleyish hating life things. That house was not and never would have been my home. I'd have instead been murdered or committed suicide before I called this house anything by my abusive and painful-looking hell. 

Then Hagrid told me the truth, and I found out that instead of being able to make friends because they wanted to become my friends by choice and not by enjoying the fame that came with being my friend, they showed ugly-looking heads and stared at that. ME. whipped, raped, beaten, verbally abused, gangbanged, overworked, neglectful, uncared, and more. That I suddenly had many expectations thrust upon me didn't help me, and everything seemed to go downhill. I have no regrets about everything, but I wish things had happened differently. 

The only real thing I would change is never telling my crushes how I felt about them. If I hadn't listened to the sorting hat and let the hat place me in Slytherin like I was supposed to go at Hogwarts, I might have been happier and possibly even saved. Now, I don't want anyone or anything, nor do I want to be saved or rescued at all in this world if I were to be dead anytime soon or be dying. I pray that should anyone read this letter, you follow my final demand and will not revive me. I have no one purpose to live for, so there's no point in saving me when I want to die.

That's all I have to write. 

 

Yours truly,

Harry James Potter,

The boy who wished he wasn't the one who lived in this life.

 

I finished writing the letter, a feeling of sadness coursing through me as I reread it to make sure there were no mistakes that would cause me to rewrite the entire letter, sighing when I noticed that the letter had no mistakes. I hoped that there was some truth to what Muggles said about going to a better place when you die, as I have only ever wished to be free from the pain that life had thrown at me from a young age. I placed the letter in the envelope I had hidden underneath the floorboard so my relatives wouldn't discover it. Now, I just had to wait. Hopefully, I won't be waiting too long.

 

End of chapter one.

 

Chapter 2: Invitation accepted

Summary:

chapter 2 edited

Chapter 2 Invitation Accepted.

 

Harrys' POV

 

Harry laid face down on the old, dingy, blood and sex-smelling mattress, feeling unbearable pain in his backside every single time he moved his body an inch. Harry knew he knew one day he would snap, and the bottled-up feelings inside him would come off with no way to recap that box. Just as he felt close his eyes for a bit of sleep, his aunt's footsteps could be heard coming towards the door, and the telltale knocks of sharp, quick knocks and his aunt began to screech.

 

"Up, boy, and get downstairs to make breakfast and get the groceries." With what she wanted to say, she was left muttering about how I ruined their everyday lives with my freakishness being here. 'Trust me, I would not want to be around or near you either.' I thought hatefully as well as painstakingly quickly got up and dressed carefully of the marks on my back and pain in my rear end.

 

Voldemort pov

 

Seeing my trusted followers stay behind like they were ordered to, I then asked them a question to test if I could tell them, "What do you believe we should do about abused children?" seeing their reactions, I knew that my followers and I were all on the same page about children never being abused. I then got out the letter and showed it to both of them, seeing the look on both faces and how their reactions differed. While both were shocked, Severus looked almost distraught."Severus?" I asked. I observed his face, wanting to gauge his reaction.

 

"What are you going to do, my lord?" Lucius spoke up. That seemed to make the potion master snap out of the daze he somehow entered. "But How do we know he'll actually be there, my lord?" asked Lucius. Lord Voldemort was unsure how to answer, so I looked down at the innocent piece of paper on my dark mahogany desk. I picked up my parchment and inked quill before writing my decision down and finally called for Dobby, the house elf. 

 

Dobby quietly appeared, with a slight popping sound, into the study, his figure barely making a noise as he came from wherever he was hiding. I slowly yet gracefully stood up, trying to reel back in my anger, but I could hold myself from doing so with the dark curses and not the magic words either; no, he was cursing in every language he knew to try to calm himself down.

 

"What do we do now, my lord?" I looked at my friends and responded, "We can't do anything until a response comes back if one does come back." We waited for the reply to come from the elf in the form of a letter. Time passed, and it happened to be nearly two days since Potter's letter to me. I didn't know what happened to him was worse than I could have ever dreamed of doing to a much less powerful magical child, regardless of whether we were enemies. It was early the following day while eating breakfast with Malfoy Sr. and Jr. and Severus, and I was reading an article by Rita Skeeter at the head of the table.

 

When a sudden crack was heard filtering into the herd inside, Dobby didn't pay much attention to the fact that his old employers were staring and trying to blink, the sleepiness still in his eyes. This letter was different, unlike the last one, which was covered with stains of blood that looked somewhat fresh. I thought disturbingly as I plucked the slightly crumpled piece of paper from the old Malfoy house on my left hand.

 

"t-the great master Harry is not ok. He hurt badly. He needs saving, but Dobby wasn't allowed to do anything because he said not to help him, but I can deliver a letter to you so that I will be providing a letter; Master Harry never wanted to have people know about it.' Then he popped out of the house and returned to wherever he was supposed to be. When I opened the letter, I did not expect what had been written at all, but to see this was angering because while I know that there are more muggles than there are witches and wizards and that we wouldn't indeed be able to make them submit at least not yet.

 

I sat there. My face went blank. The emotions I thought impossible to feel surged through my body like a snake slithering up a tree. I silently gave the letter to Severus and Lucius while his son looked as well, seeing as he was in the middle of both his old friends. Young Draco's reaction was the opposite of what I expected: anger and lust, but lastly, protectiveness and yearning. My lord, you are going to get him right, he said, almost begging me to. His voice was smooth but worried, shown through the cracks of his perfect pureblood mask.

 

Perhaps I thought there was more than I thought to go on between those two, but with that thought in my mind, I narrowed my eyes at him. "Why, young Draco, I didn't know you cared, but I feel you do more than care now, don't you?" He paled a bit of his face, looking away from the three eyes of all US adults staring at him, narrowed at the fact that their sin was hiding something from them and their lord, and it seemed it was nothing that could be brushed off so easily.

 

"I'm sorry, what was that?" I said, and Draco repeated his words, "Harry and I are dating." This was his barely audible voice, and his parents looked quite shocked at this revelation. But all I could do was smirk, knowing I heard him entirely and well the first time he said it, but I wanted his parents to know.

 

Lucius Pov

 

I was not as shocked as I should've been, seeing as that's all my son ever wrote about in his letter to me, and I knew he was going to try courting him. He had my blessing, should he conjure enough pride for Slytherin and Malfoy, which we owned in our bodies, and get him some courting gift. Which made my mind up even if our lords weren't well: Harry, your invitation has just been accepted but not by death but by my son, who wants you and what a Malfoy wants a Malfoy gets -

 

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Chapter 3: Mine not yet.

Summary:

chapter three edited

Chapter 3 - Mine? Not yet.

 

Hello readers, I'm just informing you that this might be and already is being copied to wattpad and AO3, which are easier to write on, especially when it comes to writing.

 

I don't own Harry Potter. 

 

Voldemort's Pov

 

'Well, this is interesting.' I thought I would look down at the letter after the house elf disappeared again. The words could be seen with blood on them and some with a stain that makes me cringe. "Lucius. Severus," I called out velvety since I had my old appearance back. He stepped up to my throne and kneeled, "Yes, my lord?" he said in his usual silky tone of voice, while Snape's answering tone of voice was darker and profound.

 

"I want you two to go and get ready to accompany me; later on, we are going to pick up the Potter boy, and Bella may just get some new toys to play with if everything stated in this letter is true to its wording." They both nodded their heads and rose from their kneeling positions, and Severus stared at my face with a blank look that hid many things behind those onyx eyes that could suck you in if you stared long enough.

 

"What is wrong with Severus? Tell me, what are you thinking so hard about?" I asked. "N-nothing, my lord, but if it is true, then that would mean Albus has lied to the order and the wizarding world. He told everyone that Harry Potter was safe and loved and was being spoiled rotten with whatever he wanted, wherever he was. And I was told that to my lord, if the wizarding world was ever to find out that Harry Potter was abused by the same people Albus claimed to be spoiling and loved him, it could cause a lot of distrust to fall onto the light."

 

"He is right, my lord, and I believe I know the right person to spread this around the wizarding world," stated Lucius. "Rita Skeeter," they said at the same time. That woman, while begging to be Avada Kedavra, was the only one who would be able to slander the light while making the dark look good and be genuinely able to get away with the consequences of doing so. "fine, but let me be clear to make sure she not only makes Dumbledore look bad but the whole light side as well because if we play our cards just right we might just be able to get our wizarding world to turn their backs on the light side and all their beliefs on the 'GREATER GOOD' as they called it. one mistake and she won't live to tell anyone anything anymore in her pathetic waste of life."

 

"Understood, my lord," replied Severus and Lucius, looking at my responses. "Be here at 8:30 tomorrow morning to come with me to collect the Potter boy, am I understood?" I say commandingly, leaving no chance to argue with me. "Yes, M'lord." Two answers came at the same time again from each one. 'Tomorrow is going to be a long day. I can already tell that something bad will happen,' I sighed. 'Why must I always be the one saving people? Shouldn't that be Dumbledore's job? Oh wait, he is not as innocent as he looks. Never mind, Dumbledore would probably kill the poor children. That he tries to 'save'.

 

I got off the throne like a king's chair and began walking to my chambers, ensuring not to pass anyone without being recognised as their lord first and foremost. I stop to open my doors when I reach my room seeing the house elves have already cleaned this room as they do it first before any other room gets down as I am the master of this household/I remove my clothes and step into the shower which starts automatically and realises that Draco didn't say one word after revealing his little secret, I decided to be merciful, I wouldn't teach him a lesson this time but next time.

 

He would be in this room on my lap...I cleared my throat, realising that I knew the situation at hand and couldn't stop thinking about Draco and Harry being fucked entirely by me and having them grow with my children in their stomachs. At that thought alone, I came, and then it hit me like a ton of spells, and I knew a way to compel Harry to want to stay alive, even if it was just for all the wrong reasons, like sex. But I knew that both Draco and Harry would be mine to have, fuck and impregnate with my heirs, however, and whenever I wanted to.

 

I grinned at the thought of both of them being fucked on my dick while they were pregnant and couldn't help but begin to touch, my massive cock stroking the length up and down, going at a fast pace. I got hard again whilst thinking of all the dirty things I would do to them together when they were in our bed. The power the children would have, as both boys are very magically powerful. Of course, both were soon to become my sexy, beautiful, hungry cock sluts, ready to do whatever was commanded of them, no matter what it was. But then again, I was already thinking ahead of myself, like always, but he still gets what lord Voldemort wanted, whether he wanted it or not. They would learn to be mine even if they had to be brainwashed somehow; they would most definitely become my lovers and consorts to live with my two dark princes forever and always.

 

I got out of the shower an hour later, taking longer than usual, as I had personal problems. Oh yes, they were going to pay to make me want to have them by my side so much it hurt, I growled animalistically, already knowing what to do to ensure it happened at the right time. Soon, you're both going to be mine for eternity.

 

End of chapter 3 edited

 

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Chapter 4: Regrets

Chapter 4 - regrets

 

Lucius pov

 

Severus was quiet as we entered the hallway leading to our bed chamber. "What has gotten you thinking so hard, lover?" I murmur seductively into his ear as we see the portrait in our bedroom. I say the password to enter our chamber, and the painting closes with an audible click on the wall. My words seemed to impact my beloved lover, and he returned to reality; he didn't look too happy. I noticed that fact immediately. He's not been like this since a few years back. It has been too long to remember the reason for the last time spent being about it.

"He lied to me and every one of us in the order of the damn cuckoo birds; he promised that he was adored and spoiled rotten by the people who were watching over him. I was angry, and I was so convinced that the Potter boy was going to be the same as his father that I mistreated him and was bitter about the reason why Lily was dead and not him. I had never given him a single thought on the apparent abuse that I should have known better than the other head of houses, especially when it was me that was once in the same manner as of this having been abused by a relative also," he said in a statement that it was not a good thing for me to think about it, the first of which is not able to do that problem over again to make it right back.

"Just because we can't go back and redo the mistakes you have made doesn't mean that you can't find a way to make it right again, "I say in a comforting and gentle tone. "Make it right again... THAT'S IT, LUCE, YOU ARE A GENIUS," Severus said to Lucius as he jumped off the edge of the bed we were sitting on. Severus ran over to his potion's trunk and opened the lid. Severus then climbed down the nose ladder and promptly disappeared from my perspective of his body.

I think I was waiting for about two hours, so I decided to take a nap while waiting for him to come back out of the box and explain what he was going on about again. It was another couple of hours before the sound of a trunk lid being closed. "Hello Sev, did you find what you wanted in the potion trunk? The reason is that you left the room and went into the chest in a record amount of time to search for it." I asked my lover, genuinely interested in whatever he was searching for.

However, he seemed to have somehow tuned out the world and focused intensively on the potion book he was reading; I smiled at severus with a gentle and amusing small smile before I headed into the bathroom and began undressing myself to get a shower. The shower came on automatically at the right temperature for the desired effect on the showerhead.

Time skipped

By the time I got out of the shower, severus was still reading the book, and not noticing that I was finished, I grabbed a new book I had purchased from knockturn alley a few days ago and began to read the first few chapters. At some point in the new book, I fell into a peaceful sleep, so I placed the book on the bedside table, closed my eyes and slept my dreams, beckoning me to join.

 

-/-/-

 

Severus pov.

 

I looked up, and once I had finished reading the book chapters on what I was looking for all this time, I only noticed that Lucius was asleep in the bed and that it would soon be morning. I just sighed and closed the book after making a minor creasing at the end of the page. I think about what I found while showering and getting ready for bed. The idea is unthought merely because the ministry still bans the potion for using too many 'dark' ingredients, as the idiots have put it.

I smile as I lay in bed with my lover and promise to right all the wrongs I have been causing Lily's son. This time, though, I would make it easier for the soon-to-be new child into the world and have a long overdue redo for the wizarding world to come and get done and over with. I won't sit back and not do anything to help the dark lord win against the light anymore. I will help make the dark lord fight again and win no matter how hard it will be for the world to get used to living in this world. It must be changed for the sake of wizarding humanity and the purpose of magic herself to stop magic from dying altogether.

I woke up feeling warmth pressed against my stomach. Then I realised it was Lucius still lying there, sleeping beside me, curled adorably cutely. I could not resist the urge to start kissing down the sides of his neck, making the same person start to moan softly, becoming louder as time progressed. Not before long had we been making love to each other.

 

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Chapter 5

 

  chapter 5 - the will 

 

harry pov

 

If someone had known that my whole life would have revolved around pain, I would have put myself out of my misery and just killed myself point-blank. But of course, unless you're named Luna Lovegod or a time-travelling seer from the future, it isn't possible to do it anyway. I grabbed a piece of paper from within the second-hand and hardly ever used the notebook and began to write either what would be my suicide letter of confession or my will or, even better, a letter with a simple sentence written on it.

 

The last heir writes this letter to the Potter family, Harrison James Potter's only will. 

 

If this is being opened, I am either dead or missing, so here are my last wishes, which will be carried out by the goblins, who are permitted by the head of the Potter line commands.

 

Firstly, for all you light dreamers hoping to win, you get nothing because I hope the dark side wins the war and the Order of the Phoenix dies painfully slowly.

 

Secondly, For Albus, to the many damned names and outrageous titles, I at this moment leave you nothing; the same goes for Molly Weasley-Nee Prewitt, Ronald, and Ginevra Weasley. I would like for them to be arrested for fraud, monetary theft, illegal marriage contracts, neglect of magical care, and lastly, second-degree attempted murder.

 

Third and final wish, I, Harrison James Potter, leave everything to Voldemort, aka Tom Riddle, Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegod, Fred, George, Bill, Arthur and Charlie Weasley, and Neville Longbottom.

 

This concludes the final will to Harry James Potter.

 

I laughed inwardly at the thought of someone from the dark seeing this and taking it to the Gringotts bank as my last will. Wouldn't that be a kicker? I began to cough harshly, my throat coughing up mucus and blood along the side of my staining my face and chin from the coughing fit I'd had for the past few days. I would say I am afraid of dying, but then I would be telling a big lie because I want death to come to get me. 

 

I want to go to sleep knowing that I will never wake up again feeling like my back is going to split or that my ribs aren't going to heal correctly unless I re-break and then realign them. Still, I couldn't, as i'm too weak, and my magical core was already almost empty from trying to heal all the other wounds that my body sustained from previous injuries attained from my relatives.

 

My blackouts were more frequent, and I am starting to feel tired from the loss of feeling in my body, which I know is slow but not too slow; it is beginning to shut itself down from all the injuries caused this summer by the Dursleys and I welcome the feeling of darkness washing over me like a comforting dream. I only hoped that in my next life, if such a thing truly exists, my request to be happy and have a family that loves me would be granted.

 

Draco Malfoy Pov

 

It was stupid to say that we were dating when the truth was that while we had thought about dating, we knew it would never honestly work out as we felt more like brothers than we ever would boyfriends, and so we decided to stay close friends almost like true brothers in secret me being the older and he being his younger childlike self. 

 

Until Harry and I became secret friends, I didn't let people see my true feelings and act like I was expected to in this pureblood community I was raised to live in and become when I was old enough to go and do so on my own. Harry was not what I expected him to be like, and when I finally saw the truth, it was then that we decided that maybe we could have a small do-over and introduce ourselves properly to one another.

 

Just like that, Harry and I were secretly best friends, almost brothers, after we told each other everything that went on behind the theatre's curtains and realised that even though we grew up in different worlds. We weren't that unlike; while it seemed like it was all great in school, how we acted out of it was like an entirely new person. I begged Harry to let me tell someone I had known could have at least made an effort to try and help like my godfather Severus. Still, all he did was laugh bitterly and say that he wouldn't believe a word of what I told him and that he only thinks of me as my father's carbon copy from my looks down to my attitude in attention-seeking. I thought up a list of people I knew I could tell who would help, but he refused to listen to even one name listed, stating that he was fine and didn't need the help I offered.

 

I knew it was a lie, but part of me still believed him because I couldn't help but feel that it would become the absolute truth if I understood hard enough. I should have seen through that lie and called him for it, but I couldn't, and I didn't know why. When I got off the couch, I stared at the burning flames as they licked the wood like a hungry wolf, eating it fresh after killing it.

 

And then I cried more than I have since I was a young child who waited for both his papa and father to come home and hug him and tell them they loved him more than the stupid jobs they had to do and that they would never leave ever again. I realised that I would never get my wish and that I would give up any hope that would happen until it never happened. That wish became smaller until it was locked away in my mind, along with the stories I used to rant and rave about. They are stored inside that boxed trunk with the locks on it and are never seen in the light of day again. I felt like everything weighing me down from being honest was finally disappearing. 

 

Looking back on my life, I wish I had been raised differently and not the way that my b*tch of a mother did well, more like didn't and just passed me off to the house elves to increase; my father and papa were always trying to be there for me, but I knew that even though they wanted to be there more for me, that they were just too busy to be able to come home and help when I needed them so, I stopped asking them stuff and slowly stopped telling them my wishful adventurous stories of having a sibling or siblings and telling them all the things my imaginary siblings and I would have done and the places we would have gone too and learned its history and enjoy it together. 

 

I remembered what Harry had once said: "When you forgive the ones you are mad at and finally let everything that you're locking up inside you go free, then that locked owl cage you seem to be trapped in will open as quickly as the alohomora spell the only then will you finally feel like you're able to fly." it has been a while I have not forgotten that advice 

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Chapter 6: What

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This chapter starts with Voldemort talking about Harry, and the rest is mainly about Draco's background.

Voldemort's pov 

Knowing what the child is because that is what he is a child, in technical terms, a magical creature as well known for being protective of their young, but seeing as Potter Heir has no parents to be able to provide for and protect him then, that was technically my fault on the parents being a dead part. I have found a solution that may benefit all of us: if we raise him all over again and blood-adopt him as a newborn, he will most likely keep his mother's original eye colour and then get more of his parents' colouring. Traits other than the eyes will be better.

I think back on what provoked me to start the prophecy in the first place, but the truth of the matter is that I don't know what made me act in the first place, but I have a slight suspicion about what happened or who happened if I am realistic and logical. Albus Dumbledore and his bumbling group of bumblebees, Peter Pettigrew, that snivelling rat Nagini, will finally enjoy having a nice dinner from him to eat. Nothing stops me from doing what I can to make it up to the young Harry Potter.

Severus Snape's Pov.

I constantly relived coming into the boy's room and finding Lily on the floor motionless. Her auburn red hair cascaded around her like fallen angels, and her eyes were as empty as the imperious curse on someone, staring straight at the wall as though looking at someone who was but wasn't there now.
Hearing a baby's shrill scream of crying was what I noticed next. I realised that in Lily's dead arms, Harry, who was holding his dead mother's hand and calling out for his mother who was never going to answer his call and for some reason, seemed to realise this and was looking towards me as though I could make everything all better.
Looking back at that moment, what I should have done for him is what I didn't do, and now, till the end of time, I will always regret it. Doing this potion for young Potter will erase the years of pain he should never have gone through because of Dumbledore's meddling.

Lucius didn't deserve the pain he went through. Neither did Draco either from what his mother did to him for years without Lucius and I, or anyone for that matter, noticing that everyone who cares for him, especially Lucius, who has always wanted a family as large as the Weasleys, was devastated by the whole issue entirely. Draco was a miracle that somehow survived the physical, magical spells that his bitch of a life-giver did to him; she doesn't have the right to be called a mother to him or anyone, for that matter of fact, and when both Lucius and I found out what had and has happened Lucius for this matter lost his creature inheritance taking over entirely.

I would have almost torn Narcissa to shreds if I hadn't held him back physically and magically in this matter. We found him bleeding in the living room bleeding, and that bitch stood near him and brandished another curse upon her lips which stopped as soon as we saw she had noticed us and started to try to make up an excuse to tell us about what she was doing and why. This didn't stop Lucius from almost wholly transforming into his creature form and killing her. However, I wouldn't have stopped him, but having him go to Azkaban to kill that thing was not worth it, and I don't think Draco would have wanted to have to visit his father while he was in prison and neither would I.
But it would have been amusing to see her writhing in pain, which she did when I got my hands on my wand and put my spell-crafting ability to work on her.

Draco's Pov.

I wish I were a baby again at the time when I didn't have to worry about going to school or if my life giver would ever be coming back and hurting me for being a useless son, she would say to me all the time.Thinking back, I don't know when she started hating me, and I don't want to know either. She is not in my life anymore, and for some reason, I can't help but wish that I had a second chance at life and that this time it would be perfect and I wouldn't be hated and unloved by anyone this time.

My father loves me with his life, and so does my godfather, who I see as the perfect mother, as well as who I wished was my mother and not Narcissa. My teacher from 3rd year, and I love that he seemed to take over as my surrogate mother of the potion. I have been secretly seeing and hearing about Severus's brewing in his lab at his house. I don't think I will be left out from what I saw of severus doubling it recently. I think he knows that I seem to be happier, as well as when he gave Severus his blood the other day for the blood adoption potion, seeing as I would know that potion anywhere, as Severus himself taught me how to recognise what potion is which.

I have been making sure that all I have is packed away for the time being when it comes to being reborn. That way, everything I go through will be like it never happened before. I also have been ensuring they know I am okay with the idea that it will happen sooner or later.

Remus Pov

When I first met Harry and Draco in the third year, my protectiveness came out of nowhere. Seeing the haunted looks in both of their eyes, I just needed to make sure nothing ever happened to them again. Knowing what Lucius and severus had planned to help both boys get an actual childhood, a redo on life, as one might say, I was surprised when they came to me needing my help, and then when they explained why, a shock coursed through me and then anger came at learning what Dumbledore had done to my cub and Draco and realising why my cub looked so haunted I wished I could have done more and fought harder for him even though I knew I would never have won parental rights as I was a werewolf. I wished Sirius was here; I missed him. I wondered if he would have known how to fix this. Sirius would have come up with something. 

End of Chapter 6 

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Chapter 7: Now

Harry's POV

Flashback to being rescued from Dursleys house.

I have always wanted a family that doesn't matter if they're biologically mine or if they are blood-adopted or not by me. A family is a family regardless of where they came from or how they came to be your family. I didn't get to feel what it was like to be loved by the Dursleys, even though they were blood-related to me. Seeing this only just pushed me further down the road of revelations.

I'm gay. 

No one but Draco, the Weasley twins, and maybe Luna (knowing that she has some seer ability) knows this secret because if the Dursleys found out that I was gay, adding that to the already despised fact that to them, having a wizard living within their house was terrible. But learning that I like guys and not women like they believe all ordinary people do in this world, they would probably think I love their son, my giant tub of lard cousin Dudley, which would never happen.

They would murder me during my sleep and probably burn my body in the woods behind the playground a few blocks from the house and say I ran away if they questioned my whereabouts, and that would be the end of that. I'm not ashamed of being gay, believe me, I couldn't care less about that revelation, but everyone else - especially that damn weaslette and the other git - who never stops whining about being hungry as if that weasel would ever know the meaning of being truly hungry in his miserable, pathetic excuse of wizard and magic.

"They would dissipate whatever small amount of brain cells they seem to have somewhere deep inside their pea-sized brains. That hat is covered in dust from not being used by them, which is a waste of brains and air being used to keep their existences alive now," Harry said aloud. I am a submissive partner, and I know this as a matter of fact because I can't see myself ever topping or ever wanting to cut. It feels like it's not right for me to be on top, and the thought of myself being bottomed by someone who fucks me fast and rough never fails to make me hot and horny for sex.

Though I am a teenager, which explains those urges, seeing as all the males go through puberty and gender identity phases, I didn't have that phase though, because even as a young child in my past, I just somehow knew that I didn't want to be together with their genders. But with guys, I always seemed to know that I was meant to be with a person of the same sex as myself.

This year, I have been having visions of Voldemort and his death eaters, which I tell no one about, not because I am unable to but because I want them to suffer the way I was being left here to experience. Unless it involved a child in danger from Voldemort or his followers, I could care less about what they were rubbing against or torturing. I was so deep in my thoughts that I almost didn't hear the commotion that seemed to be coming from the living room downstairs. I listened to the fast and deep thuds of feet rushing in the direction of the stairway and then following the path towards Dudley's second bedroom.

I was locked from the inside as the Dursleys locked me back in after my "punishment for being a freak," as it was so eloquently put into terms of words for my painstakingly bleeding again. The scars covering the sides were newer than others littered all along my back, and words precisely carved out with a knife were degrading terms and phrases all over. A new one was added when I came home from the train station in platform 9 and 3/4 quarters this summer. I was late according to their schedules.

They saw fit to write the words "TIME WASTER" onto my back as that's what I had caused them ever since I had been dropped off at their doorstep that windy November day/night. But back to my point of, what I was trying to say was that, well, Voldemort is smoking hot he looks like a fucking Greek god or king for Merlin and morganas sake, mn. I wish I could have a threesome sandwich. I would do so with Voldemort and Draco.

Just the thought of that idea displaying in my head was causing my sight to darken in a wrong way as I am too weak to heal my entire body enough so I can live or at least survive. I was barely in the household to do my chores, which I hadn't been given today because they were going to someplace they were invited to by Vernon's boss for the rest of their summer, meaning no more chores or having to see their ugly faces for the rest of the summer break. 

I thanked every god or goddess or type of mighty being I had ever read about in books or heard on the TV when they were watching a movie with something like a religion that Harry didn't honestly know if it was real or fake.

But I did so anyway, just in case it was someone who truly knew what a god or goddess or a person of higher power or favour was versus those who didn't. No one does, so that fact doesn't matter much to him. As long as he believes it is or isn't in his own life, then what? But yeah, back to the actual story in this present moment, I could hear the footsteps stop in front of my door, some words and clicks, then the door bursting open without even a bang that is sometimes caused by opening the door with too much force displayed by whoever hands opening it.

I hear a gasp of horror coming from multiple people as I try to open up my darkening, rapid vision focus. That was until I felt something like a spell enveloped my sore, openly visible scarred back, not by much of a choice as I am too weak even to blink a lot right now. The last thing I see and try to hear as best I can is decipher what the person in front of me is trying to say by moving his lips, if that means anything, about how well in shape I am.

The last thing I remember hearing before I passed out is that somebody said the words “ you're safe now; we're not going to let you die on us when we've only just saved you." And then I was out.

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Chapter 8: Chapter 8 - live

Chapter 8 - surviving is not living.

 

Harry’s POV

 

Looking back on everything that has happened leading up to this exact moment in my life, I was only sure of a few things, but the biggest thing was that I was dying before I even had the chance to truly LIVE and not just go through life surviving because, as everyone who ever lived this way knows that surviving and living are not the same at all; they are entirely different. This brings me to relive what I have gone through in my short time on this fudged-up world called Earth and now dying alone like I always knew would happen. Just like that quote I once saw, “We come into this life alone and will go out of this world alone”, which is valid for some people but not everyone, so it is almost accurate.

 

I have always wanted a family that doesn’t matter if they’re biologically mine or if they are blood-adopted or not by me. A family is a family regardless of where they came from or how they came to be your family. I didn’t get to feel what it was like to be loved by the Dursleys even though they were blood-related to me; seeing this only just pushed me further down the road of revelations.

 

I’m gay. No one but Draco knows this secret because if the Dursleys found out that I was gay, adding that to the already despised fact that to them, having a wizard living within their house was terrible.

 

But learning that I like guys and not women like they believe all ordinary people do in this world, they would probably think I love their son, my giant tub of lard cousin Dudley, which would never happen. They would murder me during my sleep and probably burn my body in the woods behind the playground a few blocks from the house and say I ran away if they were ever questioned about my whereabouts, and that would be the end of that. I’m not ashamed of being gay, believe me, I couldn’t care less about that revelation, but everyone else - especially that damn Weaslette and the other fugly git - who never stops whining about being hungry.

 

As if that weasel would ever know the meaning of being truly hungry in his miserable, pathetic excuse of wizard and magic. They would dissipate whatever small amount of brain cells they seem to have somewhere deep inside their pea-sized brains that are covered in dust from not being used by them at all, which is a waste of brains and air being used to keep their existences alive now.

 

I know I would be the submissive partner, and I know this as a matter of fact because I can’t see myself ever topping or ever wanting to cut. It feels like it’s not right for me to be on top and be bottomed by someone who never fails to make me hot and horny for sex. Though I am a teenager, which explains those urges, seeing as all the boys go through puberty and gender identity phases, I didn’t have that phase though, because even as a young child in my past, I just somehow knew that I didn’t want to be together with their genders. Still, with boys, I always seemed to know that I was meant to be with a person of the same sex as myself.

 

This year, I have been having visions of Voldemort and his death eaters, which I tell no one about, not because I am unable to but because I want them to suffer the way I was being left here to experience. Unless it had to do with a child being involved or being in danger from Voldemort or his followers, then I could care less about what they are in danger or being tortured for.

 

I was so deep in my thoughts I almost didn’t hear the commotion that seemed to be coming from the living room downstairs. I listened to the fast and deep thuds of feet rushing in the direction of the stairway and then following the path towards Dudley’s second bedroom in which I was locked from the inside as the Dursleys locked me back inside the small bedroom after my “punishment for being a freak” as it was so eloquently etched with the blunt knife from the kitchen, into terms of words on my body, the scars reopening causing the bleeding to start again. The wounds covering some of the sides of my upper forearms were newer than others and littered all along my back, and the words carved onto me with a blunt kitchen knife were degrading terms and phrases all over. 

 

A new one was added when I came home from the train station in platform 9 and 3/4 quarters this summer. I was late according to their schedules. They saw fit to write the words “MONEY WASTER” and “SLUT” and more onto my back as that’s what I had caused them ever since I had been dropped off at their doorstep that windy November day/night. Which I considered wrong as the Dursleys have never spent money on me without someone saying anything to make them Dursleys feel as though they had to because they were paranoid someone was watching them and didn’t want to seem ABNORMAL because, as the Dursleys like to say to anyone who’d listen ‘that they were a perfectly NORMAL family,’ except for the fact that I was alive and living with them.

 

But back to my point of what I was trying to say, Voldemort was smoking hot from what I could tell through my scar, seeing as he somehow got his body’s previous looks from before he went psychotic and made all those Horcruxes. Voldemort, otherwise known as Tom Marvolo Riddle, looks like a fucking Greek god or king for Merlin and morganas sake, Man, I wish I could have a threesome sandwich; I would do so with Voldemort and Draco. Just the thought of that idea displaying in my head was causing my sight to darken in a wrong way as I am too weak to heal my entire body enough so I can live or at least survive barely in the household to do my chores, which I hadn’t been given today because they were going to someplace they were invited to by Vernon’s boss for the rest of there summer meaning no more chores or having to see their ugly faces for the rest of the summer break.

 

I thanked every god or goddess or mighty being I had ever read in books about or through the voices coming from the telly when they were watching a movie with something like a religion that Harry didn’t honestly know if it was real or fake, to begin with. But I did so anyway, just in case it was someone who truly knew what a god or goddess or a person of higher power or favour was, unlike those who weren’t. No one does, so that fact doesn’t matter much to him. As long as he believes it is or isn’t in his own life, then what?

 

But yeah, back to the actual story. At this moment, I could hear footsteps stop in front of my door, some words and clicks, and then the door burst open without a bang. It is sometimes caused by opening the door with too much force displayed by whoever hands open it. I hear the gasp of horror come from multiple people as I try to open my darkening rapidly vision focus; that was until I feel something like a spell envelope my sore, openly visible, scarred back. 

 

No, by much of a choice, as I am too weak even to blink a lot right now. The last thing I see and try to hear as best I can is to decipher what the person in front of me is trying to say by the movement of his lips, if that means anything about how well of a shape I am in. The last thing I remember hearing before I passed out was that someone was saying to me the words, “You’re safe now; we’re not going to let you die on us when we’ve only just saved.” And then I was out.

 

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Chapter 9: Not Dead Yet

I'm Not Dead Yet?

harry's pov 

What do people seem to find something that can be deemed wrong with me? I have done nothing to anybody, but it just seems like being born was my offence, and if that is the case, then maybe they would be better off getting fucked by something because even though I wanted or still want to die, people still think it is ok to be uptight assholes and bitches.

I wish that the entirety of the wizarding world who's ever done me wrong would burn on the spot and then be dragged down to hade hellhounds for food or a new play toy that both sounds like a horrible way to die, which is what I would hope for. I mean, when the dark kills, at least he is quick when he doesn't want the person to die painfully, like how both my parents went ready. Even with the fake prophecy that caused their deaths, lord Voldemort was still merciful, as he usually likes to say to people when he thinks he is kind.

"I assure you, Harry, I am neither unamused nor am I merciful," said a smooth voice, and I blinked my eyes slowly open when I could get them to move, blinking furiously to get them used to the light like you're supposed to when first reopening your eyes after your unconscious. "Voldemort?" I asked carefully, not fully able to see without my glasses. There was a moment of silence, and I thought he left quietly without me finding out till now. He spoke again, this time in a much softer tone as though trying to comfort me, and in a sad, emotionally starved-for-touch and love teen, it worked.

I stared at him unblinkingly for almost a 1 minute before I said again, "I'm not dead, yet I'll take it if this is anything to go on by?" Voldemort's response caught me off guard. "Not yet, thankfully; I wouldn't want to lose my prize before the victor even wins; it would be such a pity that to happen. I suppose you want me at the finish line in my birthday suit, too?" I respond sarcastically, not even hiding my surprise when he laughs and nods, saying I would not mind.

"Fuck you," I say, sneering. "Isn't that what this whole conversation has been about? Who's fucking who?" he says with a smug grin on his face that looks very human now and very fucking hot like he could be a Greek model hot, those piercing red eyes staring at me hungrily. I know I will have a lot of fun messing with his head. I wonder if Drake will want to join in on the teasing?'

I smiled innocently while his eyes narrowed in suspicion: "What are you planning, Harrison James Potter?"

"Nothing you need to worry about, your hot stuff," I say seductively; he blinks before saying, "What?" "I said nothing. You need to worry about it, my lord. Did you think I said something else?" Voldemort responded, "No, I did not think you said anything. I know you said something else, but I will be lenient."

"Well, thank you so much, my lord, for your graciousness. May I ask if Draco is around?" I asked, my voice a mix of sarcasm and questioning. "He is with his fathers in the library right now. They are in the middle of an important discussion. Why do you want to know?" Voldemort says, his tone sounds a bit deeper because of the disrespect I was showing him, his eyes speaking volumes to the punishments he wanted to cause my body when it healed. I shivered before asking, "When can I visit Draco? When will he be allowed to visit me?"

"I will inform a house elf to tell him to come over when he is available; they will bring him down to the room, on their hand, are not to move unless it is to shower or bath, whichever you prefer and to use the loo, otherwise, heed my warning and don't you think of moving from that bed little one." Voldemort sternly says to me, just like he said he would, Voldemort called a house-elf to deliver the message to Draco, and within 5 minutes, Draco, Lucius and Severus all appeared inside the makeshift infirmary/guest bedroom, with two of the three holding hands.

I narrowed my eyes, looking at my potion professor. The hairs on my neck warned me that something was about to happen. "Why do you look so suspicious-looking, Professor Snape?" Professor Snape scowled at my disrespectfulness, his eyes narrowing in a way that said to stop speaking. "I assure you, Potter, this is my regular face, or is your eyesight inadequate to notice this fact of truth?" he said mockingly.

"If you say so, professor," he handed me a potion and said to take this to help with my eyesight, and then gave me a familiar-looking one I knew to be a pain-relieving potion and "Take the reliever first, it would help manage your pain." I shrug, doing as he says before picking up the sight potion and drinking it down quickly; it takes 30 seconds before I feel the effects of what I guess to be the potion-making effect and before I can blink, I pass out in a peaceful slumber — not noticing Draco getting in beside me on the bed and being given the same potion he too passing out 30 seconds later, ' i don't think that was an actual potion to help with my sight.' 

Severus POV

Harry took the potion quickly. While I regret having to lie to my new son, I couldn't think of any other way to get him to drink the de-ageing potion; unlike Draco, who I knew didn't have to be told to lay down when he did, we gave him the potion Draco drank it without questioning his father and me, showing the trust he had i,n us despite LuciusI I know that we didn't have the faithfulness Luciusce did, but even then, he didn't. We knew he still loved us.

The dark lord looks at me and says, "This better work, Severus and remember, when they are both of age, they are mine. Am I crystal clear, severus, this command applies to you as well, Lucius." before stalking out of the room, in a swift and graceful movement leaving just me and Luke alone with our boys the potions reverts them to a newborn with the genetics of whoever's blood is in the vial in this case Lucius myself and Voldemort. It then reverts them to newborns, changing their facial features, magic, and everything having to do with their old life, making it so they can start anew and not remember the experience they had had. 

I grab Lucius' hand, and we walk closer, each sitting on one side of the bed and gently stroking their soft baby hair. Then Lucius surprises me by leaning in and kissing me passionately and deeply, making me want to melt into his comforting arms and have him take me right here on the bed but then gently push away, gesturing to the boys and saying, "Not with our sons present Lucius you insatiable sex addict,"

"I am not an insatiable sex addict, severus if you must know, I am an insatiable Severus Addict; there is a big difference because I wouldn't fuck anyone else other than you, my love, and you know that sev." I did know that and couldn't stop my laughter from coming out at the cheesy lines he uses at the most random of times to impress and cheer me up, and somehow, it always seems to work on me.
"You know I can't help it. I love you to make me say such cheesiness, and you and I both know it. Besides, the babies are asleep in from the potion doing its work; they won't be able to hear us, love," said a puppy-eyed looking Lucius, knowing I couldn't resist his gorgeous silvery blue eyes that made me melt and give in.

He smirked as if knowing what I was thinking, locked the door with a spell, and conjured up a curtain just in case before transfiguring a bed and pulling me towards it. Hours later and after four rounds of incredible, mind-blowing fucking, my only thoughts being,' Oh, Merlin, What I do to keep him happy is "Ohh yesss," says an overstimulated Lucius, being fucked by my c*ck and loving it.

end of chapter 9

 

Chapter 10: Meet our sons…

Lucius Pov

 

The scene begins After their lovemaking scene.

 

I rested my head amongst Severus head, my beautifully sexy mate, not that anyone could have him but me. I would kill anyone who even dared to try no, but myself is worthy of having him and vice versa for me. I awoke to whimpering coming from behind the curtain; I undid the silencing spell and gently nudged Severus, who was lying snuggled cutely beside me, not that he would ever admit to doing so.

"Sev, love, wake up. I think it is happening." At this, he bolted up, almost avoiding hitting me in the forehead. He summons clothes on both of us and gets off the transfigured bed. 'When did we do that?' I thought off-handedly. But I got rid of that thought when the sounds of two whimpers came from the other side of the curtain we drew up before our lovemaking session.

"Luke came here." Hearing the awe in his voice, I quietly went to him and looked over the bed, my heart almost melting into millions of little pieces. In front of the newborns, one had platinum blonde hair, and the other had black hair and looked like Severus and me. I guess they heard us because they instantly started to quiet down and look up. Their silvery grey eyes shined with curiosity. They both had flecks of black and red specks around the eyes, but while one looked on curiously at us, the other looked at us with longing.

I couldn't help but pick him up, cooing at him for a few minutes, and say, "What are we going to name them sev?" I stared at him, who had picked up what once was Dracario, but the name still never sounded right. I had always wanted to name him Draconis, but the bitch decided that since it was coming out of her body, the least she got to do was call him. "Draconis," I say, looking over to Severus, "I always wanted his name to be Draconis, not Dracolurias (Imagine that was his name; it's fanfiction). I don't know what she was high on, but she was not in her right mind when giving birth." I held my gaze at the two reborn teens that were now babies.

"Okay, then welcome to the world DracoNIS Lucius Malfoy-Prince." I watched him look at the former Harrison James Potter baby in Lucius' arms: "I have always wanted to name. Any children we had or would have adopted if it were a son. Darius"

"Well then, welcome to the world of Darius Severus Malfoy—Prince." We stood there basking in the glory of our new little ones and thinking of what we had to look forward to before a laugh broke out of my lips, startling the little one who seemed to be dozing off. Both Dray and Sev, the latter, then glared at me."Let's look forward to not sleeping and having sex for a while, love." He looked at me with amusement and shined on those deep black eyes before he started chuckling his eyes, realizing why I was laughing at him. "Well, it's good that we had some big-boy fun, wasn't it?" He's smirking at me while saying this, seeing it was my ideal lover's smirk. "I know," he started walking over to me. When we were close, we heard cooing from Dray and his little arm reaching out to Harry's smaller one.

 

"Why does Darius look like he is premature and malnourished?" I said I was worried about our newborn son, Severus, looking at this frowning as well. "this potion reverts them to the state of when they were at least a day old, so for him to be like this, he must have been a preemie baby when he was born." A sudden pop and flash of light had us bewildered and looking to the bed where bank statements and baby documentation on them popped as well as two birth certificates with their new names in the centre of both pages stating their time of birth and their weight and below all three titles of the parents.

"Look at this, Luke?" He said he was unsure if he was seeing it and just wanted my clarification. The certificate stated that Darius and Dray were born, but only Darius was born prematurely by at least two months. While Dray was born perfectly healthy and not premature, their birthdates should not have shown different days, but they were.I saw the realization hit Sev's eyes. "Sev?" I asked, waiting for him to explain what he was thinking. "He talked to his will, technically our Goblin accountant, about something like this; I knew something was up; I mean, why, so willing to go through with this, leaving everything behind, only to regrow and do it all over again, Draco had out Slytherin us our love he figured out what we were planning and wanted us to find out that something was wrong with Darius so that we could find out the reason Darius was born prematurely." He laughed, contently looking at Dray yawning in his (Severus) arms.

But that still doesn't explain why Darius was born premature and how Draco had figured it out before any of us." Severus' eyes stared at Dray, a pondering look on his face; Severus then turned his head and looked at me in his eyes, saying that we'd figure this out later when they were asleep. I inclined my head, showing I understood what he was trying to relay.

"So who is going to be the one to tell our Lord Voldemort Voldemort that we have decided on who we want to have as the twin magical godparents/guardians should anything happen to us?" I said, my eyes gazing softly at Darius, who wrapped his fingers around my pointer finger. A throat being cleared from behind us made the both of us startle slightly, turning around quickly with our wands drawn in one hand while protectively holding a twin in the other "You don't need to tell me what I already know, Lucius", I jumped, and turned around to see him leaning against the door frame with a smirk on his face.

He walked over to Severus and looked down at Dray, who was asleep before a small smile came over his face. He approached me and stared at Darius's smile, which never left his face. Our Lord Voldemort then turned and was just about to depart before stopping at the door frame and randomly giving an off-handed compliment: "They are cute, but you never repeat what I said. Is this understood?" our Lord Voldemort Voldemort said sharply.

"Yes, my Lord Voldemort," we said simultaneously. Our faces were blank, but I know Sev was inwardly pleased with our Lord Voldemort Voldemort's comments about our sons, and I admit I was too, not that I was going to say that to Lord Voldemort. "Right back to the matter of godparents, how about the Lestrange twins and Fenrir and Remus Lupin?" I nodded to the people that Sev stated and was surprised to hear the two werewolves being included," He said he would make sure to destroy all my rare ingredients if I didn't name him and Lupin godparents" I laughed at this, knowing that they don't lie about these sorts of things. Looking out the window, I knew our lives would be chaotic.

 

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Chapter 11: not a chapter

Summary:

I am looking for a beta.

I will be redoing all the chapters and doing more for it so it will leave it up to people's enjoyment.

Chapter 12: Not an update

I apologise to all those who were hoping I would update a long time ago. But I do have a valid reason for disappearing, on the 26 of November 2023 I was in a motor vehicle accident and was hit by a car. Unfortunately due to the accident I have been in and out of rehabs and hospitals trying to regain the ability to walk, it has been a long journey in which I have hoped would not have interfered with my writing but unfortunately it has. So until further notice I have decided to go hiatus.