Chapter 1
What the actual fuck.
One moment he was alive and killing the next he was this - this thing!
His skin was pale blue and see-through with his cloak fallen on the floor. Quickly, he moved his hands over himself only for clothes to appear on him.
“What the actual fuck” Voldemort said.
He was now wearing a black button up top with straight legged trousers and black shoes. Although you can't really tell the colour because of how they were tinted blue and see-through like his own body.
Looking down at the cot looking at Voldemort saw creepy green eyes staring back up at him.
“Lily!” The disowned Black yelled as he ran in followed by the eldest Potter. Then Black proceeded to –
“Can't you see I'm standing here!” Voldemort yelled.
– run right through him.
“What the actual fuck!” Voldemort yelled.
Just as Dumbledore ran in, Voldemort heard a giggle. He turned his head only to see the child he was looking at earlier. He had dark raven hair and bright dazzling (however creepy they were) green eyes.
“Don't laugh at me.”
The child giggled again.
“Stop that.”
The Dark Lord kept talking with the baby oblivious to the conversation(read debate) around him. Voldemort didn't pay attention and didn't listen to the discussions until he heard a loud yell and cry of celebration.
“What the actual fuck!” Voldemort yelled, “I was having a debate.”
The child giggled.
“Don't you start again,” Voldemort said, pointing a finger towards the baby.
Voldemort looked over to them.
The Potter parents, Black and the Werewolf (who had apparently joined the group at some point) were yelling and or crying about something. The female Potter was holding the other child –Bryan– crying, smiling and all proud. Right, the other child. He completely forgot about that. The Potter were probably upset and yelling because during the explosion from the backfired killing curse something fell from above the cot so he may have been hurt but that could be the same for the other child as that child had a cut. Not very deep.
Looking back at the dark haired baby, he examined him to make sure the child wasn’t terribly hurt. What? He may be a dark lord but if he can help it he isn't going to let a child be hurt needlessly.
The child in the cot had dark as night hair going up randomly in all directions. It was like the tendrils of the night floating about exploring the nursery. His eyes were like that of Voldemort's favourite curse, beautiful. They were extremely surreal and didn't seem possible for the child's eyes to look like that. Lily Potter had emerald green eyes but nothing like the intoxicating sea that was her son’s eyes. Voldemort recognised them but couldn't remember where. The child despite seeing a person just die in front of them was grinning like an idiot. It was a beacon of light for the world. The sun. He also had a scar. It was a lightning bolt like shape.
‘Sowelu*,’ Voldemort's mind supplied, ‘The rune for the sun, how fitting.’
Voldemort looked up and saw a name plate above the cot ‘Harry’. Voldemort looked back down at the child.
“Is that your name?” Voldemort asked the child, “Harry?”
The chi– Harry smiled even bigger (how is that even possible) and clapped.
“Why am I even talking to you?” Voldemort asked, “You can’t hear me.” then looked away to look at the other sibling
Bryan was the child that Wormtail told him about. Apparently even at age 15 months he was doing accidental magic. Wormtail didn't really mention Harry at all
‘He was probably scared of the child's scary eyes.’ Voldemort thought. ‘He hates the unforgivables especially their surreal and bright colouration.’
Bryan had a head of bright crimson hair. The hair was untameable like his twins, however unlike how Harry's hair was a mesmerising mess, his hair was just that a mess. It could have looked like a fierce fire, making it look on par with his brother's hair, but it wasn't, it was just a cacophony of red and orange. His eyes were down right disappointing. They were green just like his brothers however they were a muddy green. It was a mix of his parents brown and green. It looked like the grass after it had rained and a car had driven over the spot. It was green but it was drowned out by the brown murky mess. He also had a cut on his face. A small heart shape no bigger than 2.5 cm (1 inch) in any direction. It will most likely scar because of how young he is. The shelf name plate above Bryans bed was broken with some of the letters on the floor.
Voldemort looked back at Harry’s nameplate; it was covered in vines, figures, lego figures, porcelain figures etc. He assumed that Bryans also looked like that before it fell. They looked very nice and he assumed that they would be changed in the future to personalise them to the boys.
Right as Voldemort was about to turn back to Harry he heard a conversation.
“– I don't know about your other son – Harry was it – I can check his magic levels but it will probably be for nothing.” Dumbledore said, “Even if I test his magic levels to see if he is even close in the estimated power of his brother, he may still be jealous of his brother in the future and he can be the target of some Death Eater attacks to get revenge on Bryan. I think that he should be given to your sister, Lily.”
“WHAT NO! NO! NO! NO! SEVERUS RANTED ABOUT THAT BITCH CONSTANTLY!” Voldemort screamed at Dumbledore (despite the fact that he figured out at this point that he couldn't be seen or heard) “DON'T YOU DARE SEND HIM TO THAT PLACE ALSO IF MY KNIGHTS DARE TO LAY A FINGER ON THAT CHILD I WILL PERSONALLY GO THROUGH THE EXCRUCIATING PAIN THAT IS CASTING EVERY TORTURE CURSE AND MAKE THEM WITH THEY WERE NEVER BORN!”
“Well- I- If you think that is the best.” Lily stuttered, “But surely James,” at this point she looked at James “has a relative that can look after Harry.”
“Lily the only other relatives I have are my dad or Death Eaters and my dad is too old to look after a baby.” James admitted.
“I don't think that we should send Harry to my sister.” Lily said, “Wouldn't it be better if Harry stayed with us.”
“YEAH FOR ONCE I AGREE WITH THE MUDBLOOD!” Voldemort screamed, “DON'T SEND THE CHILD TO MUGGLES THEY WILL FUCK UP HIS HEAD LIKE THEY DID WITH ME!”
“I agree with Lily on this.” Sirius chimed in, “I know that a bad homelife can fuck up a child's wellbeing and mental state. Look at all my family, Snape hell, even Voldemort himself!”
“YES!” Voldemort yelled in agreement.
“Sirius, you do not get any say in where I place my children!” James yelled.
“I'm fairly certain that since I am their godfather I do have a say in where they live.” Sirius said.
“James, I also think we shouldn't leave Harry with Petunia, '' Lily said.
“Listen to your wife, Potter,” Voldemort said, slightly calmer than before.
“How about we test Harry's magic level and we will see where we can go from there.” Dumbledore said.
“That doesn't matter, don't send him to those muggles either way!” Voldemort yelled.
Dumbledore walked through Voldemort and over to Harry. He pointed his wand at Harry and cast the magical level charm. The charm goes different colours for the power level of the person. It goes purple for squib, blue for weak wix, green for average wix, yellow for strong wix, orange for warlock, red for mage. The colours also have a type of finish: matte for no family magic and shimmering for family magic. When Dumbledore used the spell the light grew to a shimmering lime.
“It seems that Harry's magic level is just below his brother.” Dumbledore then turned to Lily (although for Voldemort it looked like Dumbledore was looking at him),“I still think you should give Harry to Petunia, Lily.”
Voldemort turned and looked hard at Lily, “Don't do it woman.” He pointed his finger at the mother, “if you send that child to your sister then I will personally torture you.”
“I'm sorry Dumbledore.” Lily said to the old man, “My sister hates magic and that test shows that Harry has magic. I can't just send my son knowing he will be hated all his life.”
“Listen to her” Voldemort cupped his hands into a speaker in an attempt for them to hear him (they didn’t).
“Lily-Flower, I think that it would be for the best for Harry to live with someone else.” James said to his wife, “There is a high chance of Harry being jealous of Bryan”
“Woman, you better make him keep the child.” Voldemort said, waving a finger at Lily.
“How about we keep Harry,” Lily started “But we make sure that Harry and Bryan are always treated equally,” James tried to interrupt “despite the fact that they have different power levels. It would be best that when Bryan is Training, one of us should stay with Harry or have him train with Bryan as well so that he can be protected from any Death Eaters aiming to get revenge for his brother killing The Dark Lord.”
“Oh right yeah they may do that” Voldemort said, “especially Bella and Nagi” Voldemort suddenly had a realisation, “Fuck! Nagi and Bella! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”
Voldemort started to rush to the door then overheard as James said, “– well we can always send him to Petunia’s.”
Voldemort ground to a halt then looked down. “Forgive me Bella. Forgive me Nagi.”
‘I don't care about him,’ Voldemort thought, ‘I'm just making sure that the light side doesn't make a mini me.’