Inheritance

Prologue

Ciaran Salazar Riddle was two years old.

"Ciaran!" his father, Tom Marvolo Riddle, a vampire, called, Ciaran, his mother Bellatrix Lestrange, a siren, and his sister Delphini "Delphi" Merope Riddle, rushed down to the entrance hall. He was finally going to meet his god-brother. His father stood in the entrance hall, a man with long platinum blond hair with a cane stood in the hall, Lucius Malfoy. His wife, a woman with black hair with blonde tips stood next to him with a young boy, about Ciaran's age with eyes the color of mercury and hair as blonde as his father's. Immediately, Ciaran sensed something. A tug in his gut pulling him towards the boy. One thought filled his head. Mate. he must have said it aloud, because all the adults looked at him, and the blonde boy, rushed over to him, tackling him in a hug.

"Ciaran, meet Draco Malfoy. A future werewolf." His father announced smiling, Ciaran looked at Draco, his deep blue eyes, partly covered by his raven black hair. He smiled. Draco smiled back at him.

Time Skip 4 years

Draco and Ciaran were practically inseparable. They spent every single moment they could together. Until one fateful day.

It was the middle of the night, Draco had gone home for the day. Ciaran and Delphi slept in their room peacefully. Suddenly the front door of Riddle Manor was broken down, with a loud crash. Ciaran and Delphi screamed. They could hear shouting. Suddenly a man with a long silvery beard, twinkling ice blue eyes behind half moon glasses, walked into the room. He walked up to Ciaran.

"You are going to be the new Harry Potter." he proclaimed, "Obliviate."

Dumbleduck's P.O.V.

I walked up to Number 4 Privet Drive. I knocked on the door. An overweight man answered.

"I'm still going to be paid for housing it correct?" Vernon Dursley asked, I nodded,

"And remember keep him weak, but please don't kill him this time." the man nodded. Since the real Harry Potter was beaten to death, I needed a replacement for the fake prophecy. I needed this boy. The new Harry Potter. The boy was glamoured obviously, with messy brown hair and emerald green eyes, as well as a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. I had also placed a few blocks on him, so he could be handled. I leave the boy with the Dursleys and apparate back to Hogwarts.

"Everything will go to plan."