[DISCONTINUED] Voldemort's Heir (Drarry Fan Fic) (boyxboy)

Voldemort's Heir (Drarry Fan Fic) (boyxboy)

It was rumored that Lily and Harry Potter died the night the Lord Voldemort went to their home. For weeks there was no reason to suspect otherwise. Then, one month after James Potter's death, Lord Voldemort stormed the Ministry of Magic, taking with him his most faithful Death Eaters. Lily Potter stood at his right, her infant son in her arms, a lightning bolt scar blazing across his forehead.

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(Harry's POV – age 5)

My Lord told me that he was making a very special announcement tonight; he gave me a letter for Mommy explaining it. She dressed me in the pitch black dress robes and silk green tie Lord Voldemort sent for me, and she wore an emerald green dress with black lace over her torso. My Lord also sent us a carriage; inside Mommy explained that he was going to introduce me as his heir tonight at a fancy dinner. We were going to Hogwarts, the school he fixed when he took over. All the teachers were Death Eaters, though the previous headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, was still on the loose.

When we arrived Mr. Malfoy opened the door for us, a forced smile on his face. Mommy has always warned me about getting too close to him, and tonight more than ever I understand why. He looks as if he could swallow me whole. But his son, Draco, is a month older than me, and we are friends. His mother and Mommy get together once in a while, and we play games together. I am glad his father does not come over though, because Mommy says he could be dangerous to us.

My Lord presses a hand on my back, leading me and Mommy to our seats. I have never sat on his right side before, Mommy always sits there and I next to her. But tonight he seats me directly to his right and Mommy to his left. Next to her is Mr. Malfoy, and next to me is Draco.

"Welcome friends. Tonight we celebrate, for tonight is not only the five year anniversary of the night we took control, but also this is the night I introduce my heir. I have finally found a young wizard whose magical talents are so advanced that I can feel safe knowing that he will take over for me after I have gone. My heir is Harry Potter." He gestures for me to stand, and I do, bowing slightly to the Death Eaters I will one day control.

Mr. Malfoy however, is furious.

"My Lord, how could you not choose my son Draco? Our lineage is pure, unlike that of the boy! And Draco is just as magically superior to the rest of the world as that boy!  Our family has been loyal to you ever since you came to us! How. . ."

My Lord silences Mr. Malfoy with a single look, and begins to speak; "Young Harry has already proven himself to be an exceptionally powerful wizard. He survived the killing curse as an infant, a killing curse directed by the most powerful wizard in the world; that was my first hint that he would be my heir. He also has been able to cause magic and control it from a far younger age than that of your son, who only now can control the explosions that come from his nightmares. And as for the boy's loyalty, I trust the Potters more than I have ever trusted you Lucius. If your son is smart he will continue to be such a good friend to my heir, already he is more trusted by both your future Lord and myself than you ever were."

Mr. Malfoy sits in his seat, obviously still furious. Our dinner is brought to us by house elves, though Mr. Malfoy hardly eats. My Lord, seeing that Draco and I are finished suggests that we go off and play in the gardens while the adults finish up.

Once we reach the lake I ask the question that's been running through my head all day.

"Draco, are . . . aren't you angry?" He turns around quickly, confusion plastered to his face.

"About what . . . My future Lord?" I blush at this; it will take some time to get used to my friend calling me that.

"You don't have to call me that Draco; I'm not the Lord yet. But I mean . . . about me being chosen as the heir. Aren't you angry at me?"

"Of course not, I've never wanted to be the heir in the first place, my father wants it so he can gloat to the others, but I never wanted it. I would much rather support you when your turn to rein comes. . . . If you'll let me that is." I smile so much my cheeks hurt.

"I would be glad to have you sitting at my right." He looks shocked, but glad. Unfortunately, he remembers that he is supposed to respect me, according to our Lord, so he quickly bows at the waist and replies; "It would be an honor and a privilege my future Lord." Despite his efforts to act proper, I see his smile and the slight twinge of pink in his cheeks. And I know he sees the blush in mine, because he begins to blush brighter.

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(Draco's POV – age 10)

"Draco, come swim in the lake with me." Harry says, it has been warm for the past week, and he insists on asking me to swim every day, despite knowing that I don't know how.

"My Future Lord, I cannot swim." Father has come down on me lately for not treating Harry with what he calls "the proper respect." I think it would be much more respectful to do as he asks, which is for me to use his name, but I dare not argue with my Father.

"Draco please, for the love of magic, do not call me that!" He looks somewhat exasperated, I hate irritating him, but I fear my Father much more than I do Harry.

"My Future . . ." Harry glares at me; ". . . Harry. . . I'm sorry, but my Father insists that I show you the proper respect, as well I should." There you go Father, showing the proper respect.

He huffs at that, and continues; "Whatever, come swimming with me! I'll teach you to swim, it's easy." I panic inside; I have to think of something to get out of this.

"Well . . . . I am not allowed." Wow, that was stupid. "He is a Death Eater, I am the heir to the throne, he will understand that my 'orders' come before his." As usual, he puts air quotes around the word order. Suddenly he's behind me, pushing me toward the lake. I try not to wince, but it starts to really hurt, and I end up falling to my knees, tears in my eyes.

"Draco, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" Seeing that there is nothing wrong with my legs, he pats my back, though in my state if felt much more forceful, trying to get me to stand up. He notices my wince, and slowly pulls the bottom of my shirt up.

Oh god! Oh great good god! He sees them. He's touching them! What do I do? I can't tell him that my Father has punished me like this since he was named heir, it would kill him! And I don't want him to know that anyway. And Father said he would kill me if I told anyone. . . . Wait. . . . Where did he go?"

I sit silently, not sure what to do, when I feel a warm, wet cloth on my back. Harry is cleaning my wounds?

"My Fu . . . . Harry . . . you should not be doing this, even if it was an accident, it is not for you to stoop to cleaning another's wounds. Especially one as low as me." He grips my shoulder, as if he's trying not to yell at me.

"Draco. Don't. EVER. Say. That. AGAIN. You are not low, you are my friend, and I will clean these for you if I so choose." He dips the cloth in a bowl of water, and gently pats at the whip marks on my back. His hands are so gentle, as if he's afraid to cause me any more pain. Nobody has ever been this gentle toward me. In that moment I realize, I would die for him. Not because it would be expected of me, or because he will be my Lord one day. I would die for him because of who he is. Because . . . . Because I think I love him.

I love him, the boy who will one day be my Lord. I don't know what to do; I have never felt like this before.

Should I tell him? No you idiot! He'll hate you if you tell him! I can't just keep this inside, I don't know if it's love, but it's too intense to just bottle up. You must! If you really are gay you must never let anyone know! Lord Voldemort would kill you on the spot for being gay, especially if you asked to marry Harry! Well, what if I want to marry him. . . SHUT UP! You stupid boy, don't you dare do a thing about this, you could get killed, and worst of all, Harry could be killed for it as well!

. . . I just fought with myself in my mind. In two voices. . . Maybe I'm going crazy.

But it's true; Harry could be killed for my infatuation, if it really is that. I cannot risk that, so I will have to hold this feeling inside.