Insanity!
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
10,484
Reviews:
23
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Insanity!
A/N: I'm basically like rewriting the whole series, but it still, shall, and forever belong to the famous J. K. Rowling.
It was a beautiful night in the little town of Little Whinging, Surrey where the stars sparkled with happiness it seemed. But tonight, was a sad night for an old man carried a basket that held a sleeping baby who was unaware of its surroundings. The old man, Albus Dumbledore, smiled down at the child, and set him on the doormat, and pressed the doorbell before apprating away. However, before anyone could answer the door in the house of Dursley, the basket was picked up by another man, young and handsome. He hid in the shadows as a woman muggle answered the door, and seeing nothing, closed it without a second thought.
The man peered down at the sleeping bundle who was actually awake, and looking up at the man with beautiful emerald eyes. The baby smiled, and with its little arms, reached out to the man, smiling. The man was caught off-guard by this, and smiled, taking the baby out of the basket, and held the baby within the warm blanket.
"You're coming home with me little one, are you happy about that?" the man asked. The baby giggled, and grabbed a hold of the man's long crimson hair, running its small fingers through it. "Bella will love you." With that, Rodolphus apprated away, leaving the basket next to the house of Dursley have left any indication that Harry Potter was there.
"Harry! Come here my ittle wittle baby!" Bellatrix called out, chuckling to herself. She couldn't wait until he came, she had to give him something special. Well, it wasn't special, but she was going to get a huge laugh out of it throughout the following years to come.
Rodolphus shook his head, silently wondering why he married her again. Oh yeah, to keep the pure blood flowing, and because she was the only one (next to his brother) who understood his method of torture. He took a sip of firewhiskey, knowing he'll need it for what was about to come. The doors to the living room area opened, and in stepped Harry Lestrange, formerly known as Harry Potter. For 10 1/2 years, Harry had lived with Bellatrix and Rodolphus since Rodolphus had rescued him from the hands of the Dursleys when he was a babe. Harry knew this, his dead parents, and everything else, and didn't mind in the least bit.
When he was ten years old, he took a potion that enabled him to inherit the Lestrange's genes, and (nearly) rid of the Potter's genes. Harry was 5'4" with short, slightly shaggy, black hair tinted with red, but his eyes remained a deep emerald that glimmered with the lust for torture. His years with the Lestrange had done him very well. Of course, he still had the infamous lightning bolt scar on his forehead, but it was covered up by his bangs. His glasses were thick, and made him look very intelligent, and slightly demonic.
"Yes, Mother?" he spoke, raising an eyebrow. Bellatrix chuckled, bouncing up, and down as she held a letter in her hands. She handed it to him, and he gently took it, turning it over to read what it said.
Mr. H. Potter
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
"Isn't this were those last Potter relatives live?" Harry asked. Bellatrix nodded her head. He turned over the letter, and saw the Hogwarts seal. Tearing the seal, Harry took out the yellowish letter, and read the contents.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
"Do I have to go?" Harry asked. Bellatrix just laughed, and nodded her head.
"Yes, love, you do. Now, we all need to go to Diagon Alley to get your school items, and Knockturn Alley for a few . . . special ones. Now, let's go! I bet my near sister is there," Bellatrix informed. Rodolphus and Harry exchanged looks, and knew this was going to be a long day.
It was a beautiful night in the little town of Little Whinging, Surrey where the stars sparkled with happiness it seemed. But tonight, was a sad night for an old man carried a basket that held a sleeping baby who was unaware of its surroundings. The old man, Albus Dumbledore, smiled down at the child, and set him on the doormat, and pressed the doorbell before apprating away. However, before anyone could answer the door in the house of Dursley, the basket was picked up by another man, young and handsome. He hid in the shadows as a woman muggle answered the door, and seeing nothing, closed it without a second thought.
The man peered down at the sleeping bundle who was actually awake, and looking up at the man with beautiful emerald eyes. The baby smiled, and with its little arms, reached out to the man, smiling. The man was caught off-guard by this, and smiled, taking the baby out of the basket, and held the baby within the warm blanket.
"You're coming home with me little one, are you happy about that?" the man asked. The baby giggled, and grabbed a hold of the man's long crimson hair, running its small fingers through it. "Bella will love you." With that, Rodolphus apprated away, leaving the basket next to the house of Dursley have left any indication that Harry Potter was there.
"Harry! Come here my ittle wittle baby!" Bellatrix called out, chuckling to herself. She couldn't wait until he came, she had to give him something special. Well, it wasn't special, but she was going to get a huge laugh out of it throughout the following years to come.
Rodolphus shook his head, silently wondering why he married her again. Oh yeah, to keep the pure blood flowing, and because she was the only one (next to his brother) who understood his method of torture. He took a sip of firewhiskey, knowing he'll need it for what was about to come. The doors to the living room area opened, and in stepped Harry Lestrange, formerly known as Harry Potter. For 10 1/2 years, Harry had lived with Bellatrix and Rodolphus since Rodolphus had rescued him from the hands of the Dursleys when he was a babe. Harry knew this, his dead parents, and everything else, and didn't mind in the least bit.
When he was ten years old, he took a potion that enabled him to inherit the Lestrange's genes, and (nearly) rid of the Potter's genes. Harry was 5'4" with short, slightly shaggy, black hair tinted with red, but his eyes remained a deep emerald that glimmered with the lust for torture. His years with the Lestrange had done him very well. Of course, he still had the infamous lightning bolt scar on his forehead, but it was covered up by his bangs. His glasses were thick, and made him look very intelligent, and slightly demonic.
"Yes, Mother?" he spoke, raising an eyebrow. Bellatrix chuckled, bouncing up, and down as she held a letter in her hands. She handed it to him, and he gently took it, turning it over to read what it said.
Mr. H. Potter
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
"Isn't this were those last Potter relatives live?" Harry asked. Bellatrix nodded her head. He turned over the letter, and saw the Hogwarts seal. Tearing the seal, Harry took out the yellowish letter, and read the contents.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
"Do I have to go?" Harry asked. Bellatrix just laughed, and nodded her head.
"Yes, love, you do. Now, we all need to go to Diagon Alley to get your school items, and Knockturn Alley for a few . . . special ones. Now, let's go! I bet my near sister is there," Bellatrix informed. Rodolphus and Harry exchanged looks, and knew this was going to be a long day.