The Slytherin King

5

Cepheus Lestrange smiled as he was left in the DADA classroom with the Professor. The same Professor who his Lord possessed. His parents may not have raised him, but by Merlin's beard, he would do them proud.

"M-m-may I I h-help-p you you, Mr.L-L-Lestrange?"

The boy bowed at a 90-degree angle. He then rose to meet crucio red eyes. He couldn't help the smile that grew upon his face. This was his Lord. His parents Lord.

"My Lord."

"You know?"

"Bit obvious, really." Shrugged the boy. "At least if one were to pay attention. The eyes turn red when you are more in control. Besides, your Aura is the same as that night. I have a bit of an Eidetic Memory. It's not perfect. The blasted muggles made sure of that. But it's decent."

"My....aura?" Questioned the Dark Lord. How powerful was this child?

"Yup!" Smirked the boy happily. "It is apparently a Le Fay gift. Being blood adopted by the Potters turned into our favor."

"Le Fay?" His Lord questioned again.

"Yes." Giggled the boy happily. "I am the heir to Potter, Peverall, Le Fay, Emerys, Black, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Lestrange, and Crouch! Potter, Peverall, and Gryffindor come from James Potter. Le Fay, Emerys, and Ravenclaw come from Lily Potter. Black came from Sirius Black. Lestrange came from Father. And Crouch came from Uncle Barty."

"How many family gifts did you gain?"

"Well, Aura sight and magic sight from Le Fay. Natural Occlumans and Legilimans from Emerys. Natural Animagus from Potter. Death's Master from Peverall, although Death said that is only because I was touched by Death. And they chose me so." The boy shrugged slightly. "Death likes me, apparently. Anyway, from Black, I got the Metamorphmagus gift. From Lestrange, I got the speed gift. I didn't get anything from Crouch because Uncle Barty didn't get a chance to blood-adopt me. Although I also speak Parseltongue. Not sure where THAT came from."

Lord Voldemort was never stunned into silence, except now. All he could think of was how powerful this child already was! Then add on the boy's creature inheritance in a few years?! He should be glad the boy learned the truth! The boy would be dangerous otherwise. He also knew it would have killed Bella and Rodo. They were so happy and excited when Cepheus came about. He remembered when it came time for the celebration of his birth. It was a few weeks later.

~ FLASHBACK ~

"Bella, Rodo." Smiled Tom Riddle as he made his way to them.

Bellatrix wore her usual black robes while her curly hair was pulled into a tight ponytail. In her arms was her 3-week-old son, Cepheus Rodolphus Lestrange—so far, a bit of a quiet one.

Next to her in dark blue robes was Rodolphus Lestrange. His hair was just past his shoulders and tied loosely with a ribbon, which was typical for young Lords. He had his left arm around his wife's waist and his right hand entertaining his son.

"My Lord." Welcomed the both of them, nodding their head once.

"I see your Heir is well. Congratulations."

"Thank you." Smiled Bella softly as she stared down at her son. "I feared I was barren for a long time. Then young Cepheus decided to appear."

She looked up to her Lord with sad and watery eyes. Part of him knew what she would ask. He also knew he would not deny her this request. Their child was the only one. He saw how hard her pregnancy was.

"My Lord, I request that I no longer do fieldwork. I fear I do not wish to be apart from my son."

"Both you and Rodolphus are free from fieldwork. There are many other ways to show support." Riddle put a hand on their shoulders softly. "You both have done enough for this cause. Enjoy your family. I have a grand feeling about your little one."

~ OVER ~

"Your parents loved you." Smiled the man softly.

"Really?" he replied excitedly before looking down sadly. "I wish I knew them. I know they are alive, but..."

"They aren't here." Finished Riddle softly, causing midnight blue eyes to meet his. "Do not worry. Once I am able, I will free them."

As Cepheus lay in his bed for the night, all he could think of was his parents. He thought of all the various people had told him so far.

His Mother was a fierce dueler and loved intensely. She was protective of her family. She was also good friends with Alecto Carrow, which is why she was his Godmother. The two had yet to meet in person, but he had been writing back and forth with her.

His Dad was apparently brilliant in Charms, Potions, and Herbology. Something about his Dad being brilliant in Charms, a class he was already loving, brought butterflies to his stomach. Perhaps when his Dad and the other were freed, they could bond over Charms.

He also thought of his uncles. First was his Uncle Basty—at least, that's what he was to call him. The man's real name was Rabastan Lestrange, his dad's younger twin brother. His Uncle Basty was apparently a big prankster but was never caught during Hogwarts. The pranks were also harmless, unlike the Marauders.

Next was his Uncle Barty, apparently best friends with his Dad and Uncle Basty. However, according to Aunt Cissa, a little more might have been going on with Uncle Barty and Uncle Basty. The man's real name was Bartemius Crouch Jr. Although he hated his dad with a bloody passion and refused to acknowledge him, he often went by Barty.

Far away, locked in Azkaban's cells, were three Lestranges. Bellatrix looked at her husband with sad eyes.

"Cissy visited today, Rodo." She continued after a single hum. "She has our boy. She found him."

Rodolphus Lestrange propped his head up and looked at his wife as they began to cry in happiness. They could let out a breath of relief that they had held in for ten years. Rabastan smiled happily to himself. He knew that when his nephew was kidnapped, it killed his brother and sister-in-law. Cepheus had become their whole world! So for him to be taken. It killed that part of them. They became ruthless in the field.

Sirius Black propped his head against the bars. Did his cousin have a son?

"Bella!"

"What Blood Traitor!"

"When did your son go missing.." his voice was soft. If this was who he thought it was, he had a lot of rethinking to do.

"August 1st, 1981. The day after his first birthday." Came the choked reply. She hated that day. She remembers crying for days before going back to the field. She wanted to hurt the light. They took her baby.

"I am so sorry..." cried Sirius. "I didn't know..I I I think I know who had him."

"Who." Growled Rodolphus.

"Potter." Sneered Sirius Black, pissed that the man he thought of as a friend took someone's child. He may not like his cousin, but she has always wanted to be a mum. Something he knew, although he would never admit it, she would be so bloody good at.