Alphas

Harry stepped out in front of the Dark Lord, but didn’t bow.
Both the Death Eaters and Voldemort gasped when they saw the young man he had become. He was a splitting image of Lucius, but had certain traces of his mother, like his hair.

::Potter, or should I say Malfoy-Lestrange?::

::Harry will do. I might forget to answer if you call me by my true name.:: Voldemort chuckled.

::Yes. I know the feeling. You wish to join my ranks?::

::In a manner of speaking, yes.::

::Only in a manner?::

::I will command 96 % of your army, I think that I should have a bit of say in the things that happen.::

::You think so, do you…Well, I must agree to that.:: The Dark Lord chuckled. As always, he knew something. ::Let’s let your mother join us.:: Bellatrix stepped forward and pulled off her mask. She walked straight up to Harry and traced the contours of his face with her hands.

“Logan…Is this really you?”

“Yes Mum.” Harry said. It had taken quite a bit of effort to keep his voice from breaking. Bella threw herself in her long lost son’s arms and held on to him with all her might. If Harry had not been as strong as he was his bones would have crunched and crumbled. He could feel the collar of his robes dampen with her tears.

“I n-never thought…I’d see you…-I”

“I know mum, and I’m sorry for not coming sooner, it just wasn’t safe.” He murmured into her hair. Another strong warm flow of magic brushed against him. Harry let go of his mother and stood face to shoulder with his Stepfather. Harry blinked and glanced up into those dark eyes. He smiled a crooked smile and wrapped his arms around Rudolphus.

“Hello Father.” Rudolphus’s breath hitched. He had not expected his heir to accept him so easily, but thank Merlin for monolith-sized gifts. A smile spread on Rudolphus’ face and he returned the embrace whole-heartedly.

“Welcome home boy.” He whispered into his hair.

“Thank you father.” Harry said and looked up at Rudolphus. “It’s good to finally be home.”

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Everyone had wanted to speak with him and welcome him to the Inner Circle, and pay their respects for the injuries suffered. After the celebration of their now secure victory in the war, Harry, his mother, Lucius, Rudolphus and Draco had met with the Dark Lord in his private study.

That is when he found out were he got his parsel abilities from. His mother was the Dark Lords daughter.

“You’re joking!”

“No Logan, we’re not joking. He is your grandfather.” Bella said patiently. She could not blame him for being shocked. He had had a terrible day. Harry had fallen into deep thought. His mind had travelled back to the train ride to Hogwarts. Draco had thought that parsel was a…

“I thought the parsel abilities lay in the Black lines?” Harry quizzed.

“No.” Voldemort chuckled. “I assure you; they do not.”

Draco frowned. “But it does not come with the Malfoy line either.” He didn’t notice his father shallow breaths and guarded appearance.

“No, not that I know of” The Drak Lord replied, wondering what line of thought they were following.

“I realise that I got my abilities from you. I just can’t grasp where the hell Draco got his from.” Harry said, jacking a thumb at his brother.

“Draco speaks parsel?” Bella asked curiously and rearranged herself in the comfy chair.

“Yes. He’s a natural, just as good as me, if not better. I always thought it came from Nacrissa, but…”

“…She doesn’t understand it.” Draco finished with another frown. “Where does it come from?” All eyes turned to Lucius. He sat with his back straight- Malfoy’s do not slouch- and his chin turned away from the other occupants of the book filled study. The normally stoic icy grey orbs were shiny with unshed tears. Rudolphus, who was sitting in clear view of Lucius, did not miss that. His eyes darted to his Lord and narrowed in suspicion. He was not a Ravenclaw for nothing.

“Where does it come from father?” Draco pressed. Lucius blinked and tried to clear the tears form his eyes. As he did in everything, he succeeded.

“Not now, Draco” he snapped. He wasn’t angry at his son, but he really didn’t want to talk about it.”

“Lucius.” The Dark Lord said, “answer the question. We all want to know.” Lucius ignored him, stood from his chair and headed to the door.

“Sit down Lucius.” Voldemort snapped. The Malfoy patriarch raised his gaze to meet the red orbs of his Lord. Voldemort was taken aback by the intensity of the hurt in Lucius’ eyes. He had to give it to the man for not letting it show in his features. Also, he could not help but wonder what could make the though and ice cold Lucius Malfoy so hurt, that it would still pain him to this day.

“I thank you for your hospitality, my Lord.” The last bit was said with a venom that would have killed lesser men and women that the ones in the small study. “But I think I will call it a night, or morning as it is. Some of us have other duties that need our attention. Farewell.” With that he left with his robes billowing in a manner that would have made Snape proud.


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A/N; i am so sorry for the short chapter, but i found it appropriate to stop there. i cant believe im at chpter NINTEEN already, gosh! i must say, if it was not for all your fucking wonderful reviews i would have succumbed to that damned writers block a long time ago, but i'm back on track now. thank you all.

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