FALLACY

Disclaimer: I Don’t own Harry Potter nor do I make any money from this story, Just having some fun with the Characters



Pairings: Hermione/Blaise; Harry/Draco; Side Pairings: Bella/Rodolphus; Lucius/Narcissa; Severus/Remus; James/Lily, Tom/Sirius, Albus/Gellert, Fenrir/FEM OC (NAME)



Warnings: Preg, Mpreg, graphic sex scenes, swearing, abuse, cutting



Sorry for the long wait… I was in the middle of Fair season… K



FALLACY



Chapter Fourteen



Draco sighed heavily and set the darkened mirror down. Turning to look at the figure asleep on his bed he frowned. His father was very adamant about him bringing the Creevey brothers. He wondered what for. A soft knock at the door brought him out of his thoughts and Blaise Zabini slipped into the room.



“How’s he doing?” the dark skinned boy asked.



“Bad, he woke screaming for him to stop, that he was good…” Draco snarled, “When I get my hands on that filthy Muggle…”



“How is he sleeping then?”



“One of Severus’ stronger Dreamless Sleep potions he gave for you.”



“Merlin!”



“Come on, we have things to do and little time. Go get Granger and the Creevey’s, have them meet us in the potions classroom. I’ll have Harry ready. Father told me to use my portkey.”



Blaise shook off his momentary shock at that and took off for Gryffindor tower.



Draco went about gathering his and Harry’s things. After they’d started dating Harry refused to leave him, claiming that he slept better with him. Draco did not complain for it gave him the chance to ease Harry into their relationship.



He still doesn’t have the whole story from Harry, but he knows that something happens at that Muggle home that gives Harry nightmares. And he was determined to find out what they do to him every summer.



After all their things were collected he shrunk the trunks and placed them in his pocket. Sitting on the bed he shook Harry’s shoulder to wake him.



“Harry, wake up, we have to go.”



Harry jerked away his eyes unfocused. Draco pulled back until the dark haired boy was fully awake. He’d made that mistake once before and received a black eye for his trouble. Now he sits back until Harry knew where he was.



“Dray? What’s going on?” Harry rubbed his eyes and yawned.



“Your Godfather called on that mirror of yours. We need to leave Hogwarts. Blaise has gone for Hermione and a few others.”



Harry rolled out of the bed and pulled on his shoes, “Then we’d best get moving.”



Draco sighed and walked towards the door. Together they made their way to the Potions classroom to await the rest of their party.



Fifteen minutes later Blaise and Hermione came through the door.



Draco glanced behind them, “Where are the others?”



“Coming, they wanted to get some others.” Hermione said.



Ten more minutes and there were ten people standing around Draco and his portkey, a small silver necklace.



“On the count of three, make sure everyone is holding a part. Ready? One, two, three!”



And with that they vanished.



DMHPDMHPDMHP



Tom had spent the last several hours browsing his library without much success. He found a few promising potions but nothing concrete. He knew that he would need Severus for some of these as they were too advanced even for him. The best he could hope for would be to try each one and see which one worked.



Deciding to take a break he called for a house elf for lunch. He contemplated the changes that have happened in the last few days. He wasn’t a ‘Dark Lord’. He didn’t kill the Potters. He was lover to Sirius Black. He had a son.



That last shook him. He never imagined that he would ever have any type of family. After his mother abandoned him at the orphanage and his father rejected him he felt bereft. Now he wasn’t even sure that his memories of all that was even real. Did he really kill his fathers family? All those children in the orphanage?



These were some of the questions that he hoped would be answered when he got his memory back.



A house elf popped into the room, quivering in slight fear, “Master, there be a wolf at the door.”



Tom frowned, a wolf? The only wolf he could recall from his service was Greyback. Surely the man wouldn’t come here unless it was very important.



Tom sighed, there was nothing else to do, he might as well see the werewolf and find out what he wanted, “Send him in, Miggy.”



The elf bowed and disappeared with a pop. A few minutes later and there was a knock on the door.



“Enter.”



The door swung open and Fenrir Greyback stepped into the room. The two men regarded one another for a moment and Greyback sneered, “There is something different about you, My Lord.”



Tom cursed the werewolf’s sensitive nose. Even his slight change in sanity was noticeable to the wolf. “Certain things have been brought to my attention. What brings you to my door Greyback? Is your pack in trouble?” Not that he really cared about werewolves, but they have been loyal to him, at least he thought they were.



Fenrir sighed heavily and sat down onto a chair. He was out of options and getting desperate. The Dark Lord was his last chance.



“My pack was attacked a few days ago and many were taken.”



Tom was a little shocked to say the least. Most of the time when werewolf packs were attacked the whole pack was just outright killed. “Do you know why they were taken and not killed?”



Fenrir shook his head, “Those that were taken were our children and carriers. Most of the Dom’s were out hunting when the attack happened. My own mate was among those taken.”



Tom grimaced, “Do you have any idea who it was?”



Fenrir just shook his head again, “We never saw anyone, it was all over when we got back. It was as if they knew we would be gone and leave the carriers and cub’s by themselves. From the smells of the area there were at least twenty men and women. They didn’t even leave a corpse behind from one of their own. I could smell the blood of the one who died. It was not werewolf. Three of my pack that was left behind from the hunt had been killed.”



“We will find them. I need to see Malfoy, you might as well come with me. He could have an idea as to who might be behind this. There are other things in play as well.”



“Does it have anything to do with why you smell different?” Fenrir asked.



“Yes, follow me through the floo and I’ll explain when we get their.”



TRSBTRSBTRSB



When Fenrir followed Tom through the floo network he was greeted by a scent that he’d not smelled in thirty years, that of his cub. He took in all the people gathered around the room and his gaze landed on a man with light brown hair and amber blue eyes. He swept his gaze over the other werewolf and his inner wolf howled in delight.



Oblivious to the other wolf’s thoughts, Remus froze at the sight of the man who’d bitten him. He wanted to kill this man who ruined his life. He felt the others gaze on him and he stared back, his hatred of the werewolf showing in his eyes.



Fenrir was taken aback at the intensity of the others hatred in those amber blue eyes. He broke eyes contact and glanced at the boy clinging to him. He smelled of wolf, but not quite. He then noticed the other person sitting with them and his eyes widened. Severus Snape was staring at Tom Riddle intently as if hoping the man would die on the spot.



Tom was ignoring it all as his own gaze settled on one Sirius Black who seemed to cringe behind Narcissa Malfoy. The man kept peering over her shoulder as if he was afraid to look into Tom’s eyes.



Fenrir then became aware of who was in the room. He recognized the Malfoy’s and Black of course, and there was Dumbledore who was sitting next to another man who looked like he’d seen better days. Sitting in a sofa across from the Headmaster was two others, a man and a woman. The man had messy black hair and hazel eyes and the woman had reddish brown hair and bright green eyes.



His mind supplied names for them, but he passed that off as impossible… right? James and Lily Potter were dead… killed by Tom, the very man who stood in front of them.



Lucius Malfoy stood up and welcomed Tom, “I hope that you have recovered from the shock, my lord?”



James and Lily snickered at the look on Tom’s face, embarrassment mixed with uncertainty.



“Severus, I have a list of potions what might help us all get our memories back.” Tom said to the potions master.



Severus nodded, “Of course My Lord. I’ll get started on those right away.”



“Please, everyone, call me Tom. I’m believe at this point in time that title is no longer accurate. When all the children get here we will try and sort things out and get everyone’s stories told.”



Albus stared at the man in shock. Here he was in the same room and Tom Riddle and the man is being very polite to everyone, even going as far as letting them say his real name.



“Tom, how are you handling all this?” Albus asked him.



Tom turned to look at his old Transfiguration professor and sighed, “To be honest, I am relieved. I feel as if there was something missing in my life and I find out that there really was.” He glanced at Sirius surreptitiously, “I don’t even know how to act any more around people. Was all that I thought I’ve done all a lie? Or is there some parts that are really my own thoughts?”



Severus stood and walked over to him, “We will find all that out, Tom. I’ll get started on that list of potions and we’ll see if they’ll work. If not then we need to find out exactly how the memories were removed.”



Tom nodded and handed the list over to him. Remus and Conell both followed Severus out the door and everyone settled in to await the children’s return.



RLSSRLSSRLSSRLSS



Ron Weasley was annoyed. He’d looked all over the school and Harry and Hermione were nowhere to be found. He was sure to get it when the others found out. Making his way up to the Headmistress office he barked out the password and stomped up the stairs.



Inside the office was Delores Umbridge sitting behind Head’s desk, sitting in a chair across from her was Minerva McGonagall and Trelawney. The three of them looked up when he came in.



“Mr. Weasley, I hope you have a good reason for being here? You were supposed to be with Potter and Granger.” Umbridge inquired.



He growled at her, “They’re gone. Looked everywhere. The others have reported that most of the Muggleborns are gone… Creevey’s, Finch-Fletchley, Thomas, Cartwright… all of them.”



Umbridge snarled at him, “You were supposed to be watching them, you little fool. When did you last see them?”



“Just a couple of hours ago… Granger was sitting in the common room reading and I saw Potter in the Hall.”



Minerva groaned, “I remember something that Albus once told me. Many of the Pureblood children have emergency portkey’s that transport them home. We should have confiscated them all, Delores.”



Umbridge sniffed, “Well, what’s done is done, let us hope that the Master doesn’t hear about this. Let’s try and get them back shall we, hmm.”



TBC…



I’m hoping for some suggestions on who the ‘Master’ is… Don’t forget to review…