It was during his sixth year that Harry had found out that everything he knew was a lie. His friends weren’t truly his friends, they were pawns to the old man- paid to befriend him and keep an eye on him. He was sixteen when he had finally managed to get to Gringotts by himself, thanks to an owl that the goblins had sent to him on his birthday, an owl that held a note requesting an urgent meeting and containing a portkey that would get him out of the Dursleys without anyone even knowing he had left.
Harry was sixteen when he found out that he was the Dark Lord's son. When he found out that he had been taken in the night at merely 2 years old and given to the Dusleys in place of the Potter boy that Vernon had drowned just days upon him being left on their doorstep a year earlier.
Harry was sixteen years old when his life changed.
Following his meeting with the goblins he had requested a meeting with The Dark Lord, willing to risk his life rather than go back to the hell hole that he had been forced to live in every summer. The meeting had been tense at first, The Dark Lord’s wand never left his hand- Snape and Malfoy had been present along with the Lastrange brothers, everyone watching Harry as if he had gone mad. He had agreed to take an inheritance test, brewed by Professor Snape and taken in front of everyone to ensure that nothing had been tampered with. The test was what proved to the evil, crazy man that Harry was indeed his son, Harrison Cyprus Riddle. His lost son. Everyone had been in shock. Malfoy had lost his cool collected composure and nearly choked on the tea he had been sipping and Snape had gone impossibly paler. Voldemort had stared at the test for several long minutes before he turned his attention to Harry “Has he had glamor placed on him? He looks nothing like his mother nor myself.” This horrible, evil man had taken him right in, paying for his magic to be free of all compulsions and blocks, making sure that Harry was fully himself- he even had the blood adoption that had changed his looks reversed, leaving him with the craziest mop of black spiral curls, about an inch taller - though not as tall as he should have been due to the malnutrition and abuse and with starling violet eyes- a perfect mix of his mothers ocean blue and his fathers vivid red. The Dark Lord made sure that Harry never had to return to Surrey, burning down the Dursleys' home and faking the death of Harry Potter.
Harry was free.
The wind was whipping through the trees. The rain was slamming against the windows. Every so often lightning would light up the room and cast a glow over the occupants within. Whimpers and screams could be heard, a man pleading for the pain to stop. Harry was eighteen now, he had finished out his schooling privately and was introduced to society as Harrison Cyrpus Riddle, son of The Dark Lord and Bellatrix Riddle nee Black. Once free of the compulsions it had taken Harry only a few weeks to grow into himself, becoming so much like his parents even some of the most feared Death Eaters were terrified to anger him. Though there was one that loved to grate on his nerves- the sobbing quivering pathetic lump that was at his feet. Wormtail had been sent on a mission to receive Harry’s ex best friends- the two were now married and using the money that they had been receiving to put together a rebellion against the Dark Side- the side who had won the war and defeated Voldemort and his army of burnt chicken. Though the rat had failed- he was supposed to capture and bring them straight to the dungeons but instead he had killed the mudblood and let the farret get away.
“Love, I think the rodent has learned a lesson” A lazy drawl spoke from the right of the room. With a deep sigh Harry turned “But I am only just getting started” He pouted, arms crossing. Lucius let out a warm chuckle and pushed himself off the wall, walking towards his younger lover.
“Yes, but The Dark Lord only gave you permission to play, he won’t be happy if you kill him” He said, lips moving to brush over a pale, sharp cheekbone. Harry huffed as he turned around, his arms sliding up along the taller males shoulders, his fingers moving up to tangle into long blonde hair “He is only bleeding, not even twitching” He added, a note of pleading in his voice.
Lucius simply shook his head and slid his arm around Harry's waist. “Come on, we Raven, we can go to Paris for dinner tonight” He said, turning Harry to guide him out of the room- not even bothering to glance back at Wormtail. “Do you think we can bring home some of their croissants? Your child has been craving them lately” Harry asked- the cheekiest tinkle in his eyes. “Hmm yes.. That should be..” The Malfoy lord trailed off- his child, but why would Draco not just get his own food? “What are you-” He had started, turning to look at Harry with a raised brow, only to be met with the sunniest of smiles “Surprise” Harry said, moving Lucius hand to his stomach where upon contact he could feel the fainest buzz of pure, innocent magic “You are with child?” He asked, turning so both hands were covering his lovers flat stomach “Yes, I am about six weeks along, I saw our private healer this morning when you were in a meeting with my father” Harry said moments before Lucius swept him up in his arms, pressing needy passionate kisses to his lips “A baby” He whispered against them “Our baby”. Harry couldn’t help but smile- yes, their baby “Do you think Draco will be happy? I know he has always wanted a sibling” He asked, linking their hands together now that he was back on his feet. Lucius smiled and gave a nod “I think he will be ecstatic love, Narcissa and I were never able to conceive another child before we separated and now that she has married Lady Nox I doubt they will have a child, at least not for many many many years- they are enjoying their lives without responsibility now that they are free of war and their children are grown..” He said with a fond laugh, causing Harry to smirk- his aunt was very taken with her new lady and Harry couldn’t agree more with what his lover had said. “Good, we should tell him soon- but right now we need to get to Paris, baby wants food.” He stated firmly before starting to tug the taller blonde towards the floo “Yes darling.” Lucius answered with a chuckle- Harrison Cyprus Riddle would never cease to amaze him.