[HIATUS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE] The Crown Is Mine |Harry Potter|

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       Marvolo looked after Harry, not wanting to confuse his mate into thinking he is his father, he looked desperately for a person to give him to. He also has the potion ready for when he wants to change his age.

He walked through the halls of his mansion, he had been rather busy with Harry that he couldn't even work on the effort of getting rid of all the muggle things that have been tainting the rest of the magic world.

He was also to be king soon, of Sweden and Germany, he believed after reading up on his family. He kind of couldn't believe it, the kingdom of those two nations had been very powerful, and both muggle and magical kingdoms feared their strength.

Lord Ragnarok told Marvolo that his family's motto was "Prepare for Winter, Surprise the Enemy" which was about how the palace was in Sweden and nobody could prepare for the winter that was there except for his kingdom.

They were capable of destroying armies with just a couple of people. He looked at the ring of Sigvard. It's beautiful silver and navy blue colours on it. There was a wolf with two small bluebells engraved on the head of the ring.

He put the ring on, though it didn't feel right to wear it. He knew it was because he wasn't fit to be king the way he is now, he needs to change to an age that'll allow him to become king.

He picked up the potion. He wondered, "should I do it right now?" He thought to himself, he needed to find a way someone could take in Harry. That opportunity came when he heard the room nearby sound like the Floo Network was used.

He carefully placed down the potion and left the room. He heard a shriek that sounded like Bellatrix was crying. He ran into the room, "what is wrong, Bellatrix?"

She had her mascara running down her cheeks, showing that she had been crying for a while. She looked awful with just that and the fact that her dress was torn at the edges.

She cried, "my baby is dead!" Marvolo's face went pale. Oh, Merlin, he felt bad about the person who might've caused this to Bellatrix. Her attacks are worse and tenfold than the ones inflicted upon her or her family.

She shrieked, "I want to see my baby!" Marvolo realised she was having that maternal instinct to want to hold and see her baby.

Marvolo thought of it, what if he gave her a baby to hold? He told her, "stay right here, alright Bella?" She cried but nodded.

He ran to the nursery, picking up Harry, and woke him up. He smiled, speaking in perfect English to Marvolo, "Marvolo, where are we going?"

Marvolo had noticed after a couple of months that Harry was speaking perfect English instead of baby English.

He smiled softly, "you're going to a new home...hopefully." Harry giggled, "oh!" They walked to Bellatrix.

She was crying loudly, Harry remembered that voice. He didn't understand why she was upset, but as her voice grew louder, he realised that he was being sent to live with her.

He swore to himself he'd not let her rub off on him and make him a crazy maniac. They entered the room, and Bellatrix looked up.

Her tears were stopped when she saw Harry, she yanked him out of Marvolo's hands. He nodded, "are you going to be okay with him?"

Bellatrix smiled, but not in a maniacal manner, it was a genuine smile, "yes, I'd take care of my son very well!"

Harry realised that she wasn't as insane as she was when he had met her, it was probably because she had lost a child and went to Azkaban for possibly torturing the people who killed her children.

He was taken to the Lestrange Manor with Bellatrix. He giggled, "pretty colours!" She smiled, "yes, they're beautiful aren't they?"

He for some reason felt safe with her despite what he remembered. She killed her brother because he protected people who weren't pureblood and didn't give up Harry.

Perhaps a lot had changed between when he was that age to when he was supposed to first meet her? She took him through the halls of the Lestrange Manor.

He watched her place him in a crib. He looked at her with fascination. She was smiling a lot. She took care of Harry with ease and Harry felt more comfortable with her than with the Dursleys.

She always had a smile on her face, it was clear she hadn't been infected with the Madness of the Blacks. Or maybe she was just good at keeping it hidden? Who knew?

Eventually she blood adopted him and he gained the look of her, with his dark brown hair becoming messier and coal-black with his skin also becoming paler.

She was pleased with having him look exactly like her as he should be, despite the fact she knew this wasn't her child. Rodolphus didn't even know where she got Harry, but as long as she was happy, it didn't matter to him.

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