Chapter 1
The Lestrange brothers was sitting in the cell that they shared with Black, four beds occupied the room but only three of them was used. To be honest mostly just two of them. They had been here for around six years now and time had lost it´s meaning, the dementors helped making sure that all prisoners were truly miserable. The only true luck they had had was being put in the same cell. Being together was what made the stay at Azkaban closer to barrable. Then there was sound coming from the door that leads to the prison cells, a new prisoner was coming. As the footsteps came closer the prisoners of Azkaban moved towards their cell doors, hollering and screaming to greet and scare the new prisoner. New prisoners was rare and always made the prison buzz, it was one of the few things that made everyone there awake from the dementors hold. But most stopped hollering when the door opened, and a child stepped through with one large guard beside him.
It was a small boy, his hands and feet chained and curled in on himself. There was nothing threatening about this child, what could he possibly have done to end up here amongst criminals and dementors? The boy had dark raven hair and was dressed in the black and white prison cloths that was custom, but it was simply cut of to fit him better. It didn’t help much; the child was small, and the clothes hung of him anyway. The guard lead the boy up the stairs through the levels, with his short legs he struggled to walk the stairs with the chains. One time he tripped and fell, the guard grunted and lifted him him in his collar.
-" Stay on your feet", he growled and continued walking until they were on the Lestrange brothers’ floor. The child had still not showed his face when the guard stopped him in front of the cell containing Black and Lestrange. Seeing the guards face explained his demeaning actions against a child, it was Greengrass. He was one of the worst guards, he really should be a prisoner instead of a guard.
-“Face the wall”, the Greengrass barked and didn’t move until the three cellmates had done as he commanded. Then he unlocked the door and shoved the small boy in, not being ready for it the child fell to the floor with the guard laughing at him. The laugh made Black glance over his shoulder, earning him a evil smirk from Greengrass. He quickly looked forward again but he already knew it was to late. Still he was surprised when Greengrass hit his head, making it smash into the wall hard. He bit his lip to hold in his groan but his ears rang and it made the room spin. Greengrass stepped up way to close to Blacks Back, Sirius could feel the heat from the other man and closed his eyes to try to ignore it. He could practically feel Rodolphus fuming beside him.
-"Jealous I dont pay you attention, hmm?" he whispered in Sirius ear as he closed the space between them, gripping the shorter mans hips. He licked a stripe up Sirius neck and then he stepped back with a dark laugh.
-“Good luck in here”, he snarled at the boy curled up on the floor. “Going dark doesn’t feel so good anymore now, does it?” He locked the door and disappeared down the stairs again and the inmates turned from the wall, seeing the small boy on the floor.
Sirius stood frozen with his eyes shut until Rodolphus pulled him against his chest, growling protectively. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and they all turned to see the child looked up. His eyes were as green as can be and was framed by round glasses, making his face seem a bit more fragile. But the most eye-catching thing with the face that met them was the lightning bolt scar on his forehead, this child was Harry Potter. The three men stared at him until Sirius Black finally broke out of his trance, he shot forward trying to hug the son of his best friend. But his godson scrambled back with lightning speed, to move out of Sirius way. He curled up against the wall as Sirius stood hand fallen were he had been seconds ago. Rodolphus put a hand on Sirius shoulder, trying to comfort the other man. Rabastian crouched down before the boy, keeping his distance as well as he could.
-“We are not going to hurt you Harry”, he tried to sound soft but it came out slightly raspy. It hurt to see this child that so resembled the James he missed, so terrified. Cause the boy looked truly terrifies, he was as tightly curled as he could and pushed so hard into the wall he might be going trough it.
-“Why are you here Harry?” he tried. He had to now why James son would be put in Azkaban, especially when he was famous for having defeated the dark lord, even though that part was bull shit.
Tom Riddle had been sane until Dumbledore had torn his soul apart hiding it in different horcruxes’, Dumbledore was the one who had staged the rise and destruction of Voldemort for his own benefit. He needed the world to trust him so he could keep his power gained during and after his part in the Grindelwald wars. When Tom Riddle and his likes had started gaining political power in the Wizengamot with ideas and theories that would be negative for the old wizard he had started plotting against them. He had tried to beat them in politics, but Riddle was popular amongst the purebloods, even those who were strictly light could see benefits for society with Tom’s ideas. That made Dumbledore use dirtier tactics, and, in the end, it was horcruxes’ he used to get rid of Riddle.
But after the demise of the dark lord and the wrongful imprisonment of some of his followers, the child whom had “saved” the wizarding world had disappeared. Dumbledore had assured most people that the boy was in good hands and was raised in a loving home, but no one had any proves of this. Rabastian for one did not trust this at all, especially when it was James’s child that was gone. Now they had said boy right in front of them in one of the worst wizard prisons in the world, maybe they would have some answers now. Further more he tried not to think to much about James, it rough memories back of James leaving and when he found out he had been killed.
Harry didn’t respond to Rabastian’s question at all, he still seamed scared and was hiding his face behind his knees. He tried to talk to Harry and finally the thing that made him respond was when Rabastian mentioned that he knew the boy’s father. Green eyes peaked over nobly knees.
-“What’s his name?” a tiny voice rasped. All three men in the room frowned, did Harry mean to say that he didn’t know the name of his own father? Did the chosen one not know who he was?
-“James”, Sirius whispered from behind Rabastian. Harrys eyes moved to Black when he spoke and then back to Rabastian, still crouched before him. The name of his father seamed to have distracted him from being too scared for now.
-“James”, Harry repeated. “I thought it was Rabastian”. Harry looked disappointed, the adults in the cell all stared at the boy.
-“Why would you think that?” Rodolphus asked, his brother was at loss for words and just staring at the boy. Harry looked at the man who spoke when he answered.
-“My middle name is Rabastian”. He looked crushed as he whispered; “I just imagined that I at I would have something that was my fathers, guess not”.
This could not be a coincidence, there was no way James would have named his and Lily’s son Rabastian, the boy had to be his, Rabastian thought. When he looked at the child with that in mind, he could see he looked a lot like James, but he had similarities to himself in that age. Like his rounded face and the form of his eyes. Could it be that this really was his son? His brother and Sirius were as stunned by the information as he was, but Sirius was the first to notice that the silence made the boy nervous. He let go of Rodolphus and slowly sat down closer to Harry, carful not to spook him again.
-“Harry, how much do you know about your parents?” he asked softly. The boy almost had tears in his eyes when he answered.
-“My father’s name is James and my parents left me with the Dursleys because they didn’t want me”, when he answered a lonely tear slipped down his cheek.
That woke the Lestrange brothers from their shock, both growled in anger, wither this was Rabastians child or not, the thought of James not wanting his baby was ridiculous, who ever told Harry this had been lying. The man would die to protect his son. Sirius fixed Rodolphus with an angry stare to make him stop, it was scaring Harry. The older Lestrange brother grabbed his Rabastians shoulder and eventually the younger calmed him down. At the same time Sirius leaned his face closer to Harry’s, making eye contact.
“I need you to listen carefully Harry”, he said. “Your parent loved you and would never have given you away if they could help it. I know this because James was my best friend, I think you have been lied to about who you are”. Suspicious green eyes looked at him, but Sirius saw the hope in them. “I’m Sirius Black and those two are Rabastian and Rodolphus Lestrange. We all knew your father James and we think that maybe you were right to think that you were named after your father.” Harry’s eyes were filled with confusion at Sirius words and Rabastian felt it was his duty to tell the boy the rest of their suspicions. He moved closer, trying not to notice how Harry flinched as he did so.
-“I was together with James Potter for a long time”, he began. “He was my loved one and he was taken from me a killed, my name is, as Sirius said, Rabastian and I think that you are my and James’s son”. Harry watched him for a while with confusion written on his face.
-“Is it different for wizards and normal people?”, he asked. “With kids I mean”. When no one seamed to understand what he meant he tried again.
-“Can wizards have babies?” he asked to clarify. Rabastian nodded, “yes, in the wizarding world two men can have a child” and as an afterthought he added, “have you not grown up in a wizarding home?” Harry shook his head no, but then his eyes found Rabastians and it seamed like what the man had said had sunken in.
-“You love me?” he choked out. Rabastian had barely had time to nod before the boy flung himself in his arms and buried his face in his chest. Harry was gripping his shirt tightly whilst crying and for Rabastian the cell was blurry as well.
-“You are my and James’s son and we never gave you away”, he whispered into Harrys hair. “I love you and if James was still here, he would to”. Rabastian wanted to kill the one whom had put his son in this hell hole all alone, but he couldn’t help but feel grateful to have the child in his arms here on the cell floor of Azkaban.