In a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you.
Fandoms Without Non-Canon Ships: A Court Of Thorns and Roses, Throne Of Glass, Three Dark Crowns, The Ranger's Apprentice, The Lunar Chronicles, Once Upon a Time...
Warnings: Incest, Mental Abuse, Emotional Abuse and Stockholm Syndrome.
AU: During October and November of 1979, Lily Evans had a lover she had met in late September, she had been broken up with James at the time and had wanted something different after dealing with his arrogance. Her lover, she had discovered in late November, was the Dark Lord in disguise trying to seduce her into giving away secrets of the Order.
She immediately cut off all ties with him and soon discovered she was pregnant with his child. In her worry, she had a one night stand with her ex-boyfriend and told him that he was the father of her baby, resulting in a shotgun wedding.
Having discovered of Lily's pregnancy, the Dark Lord confirmed that he was the father of her child and went to go take back his son.
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Narrator's POV
Fifteen year old Harry Potter's eyes fluttered open as he woke up.
The Gryffindor wasn't sure how long he had been out, the spell Peter Pettigrew cast had caused him to black out and now he was chained to a statue of the grim reaper.
Throwing a bone into the cauldron, he saw Peter Pettigrew, "Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son!"
Peter then cut Harry's palm, collected the blood and dumped it in, "B-Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe!" then he cut off his own left arm, "Flesh of the servant, w-willingly given, you will revive your master!"
The cauldron began to smoke and once it cleared he saw a figure pull itself up from the liquid.
The figure was Tom Riddle...Voldemort —his chocolate brown hair dripping with the liquid and his bare muscled torso dripping as well.
"Robe me!" Voldemort commanded and Peter handed him a simple black robe
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Harry watched in both shock and amazement as the Dark Lord quickly threw on the robe, got out of the cauldron and approached them.
The Dark Lord chuckled, caressing the Golden Boy's cheek, "My precious boy, mine at last."
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