Alternate Universe - brothers Draco & Harry

Chapter 3 - the New Baby

"You... this... THIS is CRAZY!"

"Narcissa, please! Just listen-"

"NO! I CANNOT DO THIS, LUCIUS. HOW CAN I JUST ACCEPT TO RAISE A CHILD THAT IS NOT EVEN MINE!"

"Narcissa-"

"Don't, Lucius," Tom Riddle interjected, now again known as Voldemort, he sat at the edge of their long wooden table, Antonin Dolohov and Bellatrix right next to him. He was finally back where he had started, back where he made all the wrong choices.

"You two must take the baby as your own, raise it, love it. He will be your son. He will be your son's brother. That is what must happen."

"How... Why? AND WHOSE BABY EVEN IS HE?" Narcissa almost yelled, she felt like she was going insane. How could she just take someones child. 

"This is very important," Voldemort stated, his eyes conveying just how serious he was. By now he had split his soul for the 3rd time, Harry Potter, the baby that was just born, would be his 4th and final horcrux. But the people in this room didn't know that. To them Voldemort was now a different being, one that didn't resemble a snake. He looked more human, though his skin was a lot paler and his complexion much worse. His cheeks were more sunken in but the handsomeness of his face was just as apparent as before.

"Tell us, please," Lucius Malfoy implored, his silver eyes also full of worry and confusion. He didn't want to accept someone elses child as his, especially a half-blood.

"Okay," Voldemort grinned, cracking his fingers. "If you must know. This boy has just been born. He is of great importance to me. You see, there is this foretelling of the birth of a boy who would be capable — though not assured — of defeating me, Lord Voldemort, that I would mark him as my equal, and that either the boy or I would ultimately kill the other. This foretelling is why I need you to take the boy in after I ultimately lose to him. He will make me weak, and so I have placed other means in place to help me regain my form after this child almost kills me."

"Kills you? How can a baby kill you?"

But Voldemort just chuckled, his thin and pale hand going through his dark brown hair. "All will be revealed in time, do not worry. I just need you two to take this baby in once Bellatrix brings him to you. You, Narcissa, are due to give birth any day now, yes?"

"Yes," the woman swallowed down saliva, noticeably nervous. "Any day now."

"Ahh, I see," he smiled a wicked smile. "And the name you've chosen? Quite beautiful, I must say. Draco Malfoy. It has a nice ring to it."

"The other child," Lucius brought him back to the topic, hoping to calm Narcissa down by avoiding any talk of their real baby. "What should we do if we take him in?"

Voldemort, his expression turning serious, stood up. His body was quite tall and muscular, he did not seem to be a weak man. He proceeded to pull out two vials, explaining, "The child will have brown hair and green eyes. This must be fixed. This vial needs to be given to him to consume before he turns 2 months old. It will permanently change his eyes, turning them grey like yours, and it will also fix the boys bad eyesight."

"Eyesight? He's blind?"

"Not blind," Voldemort answered. "But he will have bad eyesight, needing glasses in the future. It must be fixed. These vials weren't easy to come by, you know... Next will be this vial, also important. The baby's hair will be changed from brown to dark jet black, resembling your hair, Narcissa."

The woman looked away, unsure of how to deal with this insanity. Again, Lucius asked, "So we are to pretend that Narcissa has given birth to twins?"

"Yes," the Dark Lord answered, looking over at Bellatrix and Antonin. "The only people who will know will be us, all five of us in this room. You two, Lucius and Narcissa, will raise the boy as your other son. Draco and him will not be real twins but they'll think they are, and people won't suspect anything. Many twins are born looking different from one another. Your son, Draco, will look like Lucius whilst the other boy will be made to resemble Narcissa."