Keeping The Dark Lord (on his toes)

Chapter - 35. Origins ( 1 August 1995 )

~Harry (Dimitri)~

Harry found himself in that strange state of both awake and asleep as an idea occurred to him and he abruptly sat up, earning a grumble from Voldemort at the sudden rush of cool air, but Harry was too distracted too notice as the idea fully solidified in his mind.

He turned to Voldemort, who was watching him with worry, but he smiled and shook his head, which earned him a relieved smile in return before the older man tried to pull him back down, but Harry shook his head, which caused Voldemort to sit up slightly as well, “Is everything alright?”

Harry nodded, though his eyes were narrowed in thought, “Yeah, it just occurred to me that I never thought to visit my mom’s vault. I mean, I know she left it to me, but for some reason I never thought to see what is in it.”

Voldemort seemed to think for a moment before his gaze focused on Harry once more, “You think that it may hold an explanation to your Golden Dragon heritage?”

Harry grinned, “From what I’ve learned previously, all magical blood comes from a source, and even if its simply something that has stayed dormant, it still has to come from somewhere. I don’t know why it never occurred to me before, but it is as if the Goblins are purposefully trying to make it seem like her vault isn’t worth looking into. I mean, even Dumbledore didn’t seem to pay it any mind, even though I know he usually stole from Muggleborns as well.”

Voldemort frowned, “You do have a point there. I don’t have anything planned for today, you want to visit Gringotts?”

Harry looked at him in surprise, “You already informed the Goblins of your return?”

The question earned him a smirk from Voldemort, “If the Ministry officials know, then you can be very sure that the Goblins knew a long time before them. It also seems as if the general populace didn’t like Dumbledore as much as he thought they did.” He then grimaced, “It seems I would have been pretty successful in my campaign if the Horcruxes hadn’t been made, but I can’t be too angry about that, since it brought me you.”

For a moment Harry had a flash of what it would have been like if Voldemort hadn’t made the Horcruxes and if everything that had happened, didn’t happen. Would he still have found out about Voldemort being his soulmate?

He doubted it. Voldemort would probably have been the Minister and he would have simply been known as James Potter’s son. It would have been a steep price to be able to grow up with his parents instead of the Dursleys, even though he hated to admit it. Even after everything that had happened, he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

He shook off the sense of loss as he felt Voldemort’s arms around him, “This might sound strange, but I am glad you tried to kill me as a baby.”

He felt Voldemort’s arms tighten around him and he turned slightly to see the affronted look on Voldemort’s face before it changed into a grimace, “It might not have been my finest hour, but I guess that is a moot point since I wasn’t in full control of myself.”

Voldemort hugged him tightly before he released him and got out of bed, “Come on, the sooner we get there, the sooner we can find out whether the whole ‘Royal Bloodline’ thing was just your stupid amount of luck coming into play, or if there is something more to it.”

Harry laughed as he threw a pillow at Voldemort, “Hey! That stupid amount of luck got me out of a lot of scrapes!”

Voldemort, of course, ducked out of the way of the incoming projectile and gave him a grin, “I’m really not denying or complaining about it.” With that he ducked in his bathroom, leaving Harry to shake his head before getting out of the bed as well and heading to his own room.