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

ch 2

(Harry’s POV age 11)

Everyone at Hogwarts is staring at me and Draco. The Lord warned up about this, he said many of the students would be jealous, and some of the teachers would be resentful. But if any of them “get out of line” as he put it, we need only let him know.

Mom has told me that before our Lord took control Hogwarts had a sorting system to put students in houses. They were called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Now everyone is a Slytherin, just like our Lord was as a student. Mom said that the Lord has had a personal chamber added for me, so I don’t need to sleep in the same room as everyone else. I guess that’s cool, I do like my privacy, and Draco and I will be able to find the next generation of Death Eaters this way.

Snape has been instructed to report students he thinks will make good Death Eaters, as have a few other teachers. Tonight at dinner he is bringing me his first list. Draco and I sit at our private table, which is reserved for the next generation of Death Eaters, but only the teachers know that. Snape steps up behind me with an envelope.

List #1

Crabbe

Goyle

Dornumus twins

Mary Grinkle

Excellent, Draco and I both have classes with all of these. Though we all knew Crabbe and Goyle would be Death Eaters, they’re so easily manipulated. We can use people like that, but we will also need people with some intelligence. Draco is good at unearthing people’s intelligence, and he can easily tell when people have none.

Classes here at Hogwarts are very different from the ones my mom remembers. Where they used to have Defense against the Dark Arts, we now have Dark Arts, where we learn to use and counter dangerous spells. We still have Herbology, Potions, Charms, Transfiguration, History of Magic, and Astronomy; but they’re all more focused on the dark arts. In Herbology we also study basic healing as well. In third year courses open up a bit more, we still need doctors and the like.

Draco and I have an extra class at night though. Our Lord is teaching us to lead the Death Eaters, as I have chosen Draco as my right hand man. Tonight we are getting our dark marks; Lord Voldemort says we are the youngest people to receive them. It’s a great honor. We meet inside the Forbidden Forest where a small field is cleared out.

“My boy.” The Lord greets me, as usual he only recognizes Draco when he needs him to do something. The Dark Lord offers his hand; I roll my sleeve up and place my right arm in his hand. He ceremoniously pulls out his wand and holds the tip to my arm. At first there is nothing, and I wonder why the Death Eaters act as though it pains them to have their marks touched. Suddenly a white light explodes behind my eyes. I hold back a scream, but Draco gasps slightly, I must look as bad as I feel. Just as quickly as the pain came, it disappears and a black skull and snake are tattooed on my forearm. I step aside as Draco steps up to receive his mark, he must feel just as much pain as I did, because his eyes are shut and his jaw is clenched.

“Congratulations my boy. And Draco, I hope you realize what an honor it is for my heir to trust you so completely.” He turns around and disparates.

“My Future Lord?” I roll my eyes;

“Draco nobody is here but us, just call me Harry. At least when it’s just us!” he flinches slightly, I must have raised my voice.

“. . . Harry. Did you see this white light?”

“So intense that it felt like your eyes were boiling?”

“Exactly.” I nod; glad that it wasn’t just me, but I also wish my friend didn’t have to feel that.

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(Draco’s POV – age 13)

It’s getting harder to be Harry’s friend. I see him, and I want to hug him, or worse . . . I’ve started to want to kiss him . . . I can’t let him know how I feel though, I know he’s straight, he’s been looking at that Kira girl like he likes her. And even if he DID feel the same way about me, we would both be killed for it.

“Draco, you’ve been awfully quiet today. Are you alright?” Harry’s voice snaps me out of my daze.

“I’m sorry My Future Lord. I’ve been feeling ill lately. My apologies.” Harry and I both hate it when I call him that, but we are currently in a meeting with potential Death Eaters, and we both know that if he seems to relatable he will never get the respect he needs to take over for Lord Voldemort.

Harry nods, and from the look in his eyes I know that he’s going to ask me about it later. The three first years we’re meeting with look impressed. I can almost hear everything they’re thinking.

“Wow, Mr. Potter must be very influential if he’s already getting that kind of respect!”

“That’s incredible! The Future Lord must be very powerful, and he’s only a third year!”

“Just imagine the power he will have as an adult!”

They’re all the same, I’ve perfected my “respectful act,” and they all sign up to become Death Eaters after only one meeting.

“Well, you’ve heard what we are doing. Are you willing to join our cause?” Harry’s getting better at using an authority’s voice.

“Oh god, if he used that voice on me I’d cum in my pants. . . . Oh shit! No, think about something else! Umm. . . .Dead puppies, potions class. . . . Frog guts . . . Ummm . . . Father. Oh good, there it goes.” The three, having signed Harry’s list of trustable people, head out the door.

Harry walks over and closes it, switching the lock and casting a few spells. The ones I hear include a silencing spell, and two locking spells.

“Now, Draco what is wrong with you? You’ve been acting distracted all week.” Harry sits on the table in front of me and stares at me. I know that look, that’s the look that says that I’m not leaving until I tell him.

“. . . . . I can’t tell you Harry.” I can feel a blush spreading on my cheeks. Harry stares at me for another minute, as if he’s trying to decide something.

“Oh my god! Do you have a crush on someone!?” Now I know I’m blushing.

“Oh my god you do! Who is she? Is she pretty?” He seems very excited about this. . . . He must be straight.

“Well . . . . Ummm. . . .” Harry seems shocked that I don’t want to talk.

“Is . . . Is she a muggle-born?” I shake my head. I make a snap decision, Harry won’t tell anyone that I’m gay, and maybe if I tell him that much he’ll leave it at that.

“No . . . . It’s . . . . It’s a boy.” I look down; my cheeks are more red than a tomato.

“R-really?” I can only nod, all my confidence is gone. I just know that any minute now he’s going to tell me to never speak to him again, and then I’ll be killed! Wait . . . He’s touching my cheek. . . . It’s wet, am I crying?

“Don’t worry Draco, I won’t tell anyone.” Harry whispers in my ear.

“Thanks Harry.” I smile a little, my vision slightly blurred.

“So who is he?” Well shit!

“I . . . I can’t tell you.” Harry looks hurt, but if I tell him that it’s him he’ll be disgusted, I just know it.

“M-maybe I’ll be able to tell you later . . . but not yet . . . I-I’m sorry.” He smiles at me, and gives me a quick hug.

“All right Draco. Now come on, I still have some chocolate frogs from the last initiation.” He grabs my hand and takes me to his private room.