This is the first book (First year).
What if Voldemort had a son?
But what if this son was raised by a Muggle?
When Harry defeated the Dark Lord as a baby, a woman gave birth to a little boy, unfortunately she died giving birth.
Both parents being d...
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The Leaky Cauldron was silent. Soren met Harry and Hagrid at the tavern at five just like they planned. Soren was busy reading his newly bought books but quickly realised that Harry was way too silent compared to his normal self. Hagrid had seemed to notice it too.
"You all right, Harry? You seem very quiet."
"He killed my parents, didn't he? The one who gave me this. You know, Hagrid, I know you do." Said Harry sounding pleading. Soren guessed he was talking about his scar, it was a strange one, like the shape of a lightning bolt, Soren liked to think Harry was some kind of superhero like those in his father's comic books.
"First, and understand this, Harry, 'cause it's very important. Not all wizards are good. Some of them go bad. A few years ago, there was one wizard who went as bad as you can go. And his name was V-...his name was V-..." Hagrid tried to explain.
"Maybe if you wrote it down?" Soren tried to help.
"No, I can't spell it. All right. Voldemort."
"Voldemort?" Harry said loudly before being shushed by Hagrid.
"Is he that scary?" Thought Soren.
"It was dark times, Harry, dark times. Voldemort started to gather some followers, brought 'em over to the dark side. Anyone that stood up to him ended up dead. Your parents fought against him, but nobody lived once he decided to kill 'em. Nobody...not one. 'Cept you." Hagrid told them.
Soren could see how scared Hagrid was while explaining and understood why Harry was so famous now.
"Me? Voldemort tried to kill...me?" asked Harry.
"Yes. That ain't no ordinary cut on your forehead, Harry. A mark like that only comes from being touched by a curse...and an evil curse at that."
"Well, some say he died. Codswallop in my opinion. Nope, I reckon he's out there, still, too tired to carry on. But one thing's absolutely certain. Something about you stumped him that night. That's why you're famous. That's why everybody knows your name. You're the boy who lived."
1st September. It was finally time to go to school. Soren was the first one to wake up this day, he couldn't really sleep that night, and he was too excited to fall asleep.
Like for Diagon Alley, Hagrid came again to take Soren to the train station where they would join Harry. "Alright Soren. I made some sandwiches for you and Harry, don't forget to share with him." Said Neil while walking his son outside.
"Thank you, dad."
"Please be careful and write me letters. I want to know everything about the school and the magic. And if anything happens, don't hesitate to ask a professor for help or write to me." Soren could easily tell his father was worried about him.
