Beating Fate

Harry Came Along


Tom Riddle paced the room nervously, waiting for his husband to arrive back home. Lucius entered the room and Tom ran over to him.
“Well? What did the Oracle say?”
Lucius hung his head.
“We will have a son. A beautiful son named Draco. Our son will fall in love with another man who will use him against us and break his heart.”
“Who is this man?”
“The Oracle would not say.”
“Is there any way to change this?”
“Yes. The year that our son is born, we must kill all the baby boys who were born that year and their parents as well. The one who survives the killing curse shall be the boy. You must pretend to go on a campaign to become the Evil Overlord. We must first owl the entire wizarding community to warn them. The children they will have must not know, they will live in a world that we have created for them. All the couples thinking of having children must pray to the gods for girls. Draco will be born next year. It would be best for them to refrain from having children until the year after. Anyone who has a son born next year must understand that they will be killed. None of the children afterwards will know of our kingdom until all of this has blown over. If we do this correctly, the boy who survives shall hate Draco until their seventh year and they shall fall in love. Draco will not be used and broken. Our kingdom can be restored to history and we can live peacefully. Our little prince shall be safe. However, in the time that we must pretend, Narcissa needs to pretend to be my wife and Draco’s birth mother. Draco will still know you as his father.”


/Five months later/

“Tom, James is on the phone.”
“Hello?”
“Uncle Tom, Lily’s pregnant and we made sure its going to be a son, she’s going into labor next week.”
“No! You fool! What do you think you’re doing?”
“Its for the best, the killing can stop and Harry will be the one to make Draco happy. Its in his genes. I’m sorry Uncle Tom, but its what we all have to do. You raised me well with much love and affection. You could have killed me to secure your throne, but you chose to raise me like your own son. Now it is my turn to return the favor. Harry might not have been the one meant for Draco at first, but he will inherit our good genes, he won’t hurt Draco. Just give us one year with Harry. The future is what we make of it. You know you have to do this. Good-bye Uncle Tom.”
Tom turned to Lucius, his horror apparent on his face.
“It’s James isn’t it?”
He nodded.
“He was always too foolish, too kind for his own good. But we know that we can trust any child of his. We’re giving them a year with Harry.”
Tom slid into the arms of his love and wept for his nephew, so like a son to him. Lucius wept for the boy who had been like a brother to him, his best friend.


/5 months later/

“Love, it’ll all be alright. There, there now.”
Tom murmured soothing words to his husband. Lucius looked up at him with glazed eyes, body wracking with labor pains, sweat plastering his long hair to his head.
“Tom, it hurts.”
His body arched up and he clutched Tom’s hand. A long scream pierced the air and a bulge appeared at the hole created for the baby.
“It’s coming out, love, push.”
Grunt and moans filled the air and slowly the head appeared, then the arms and the rest of the body slid out. The afterbirth was dropped a few minutes later and the magiy cry created birth channel disappeared. The baby was immediately whisked away by Narcissa, Lucius’s cousin three times removed. A few minutes later, she returned with the baby who had been cleaned and put in a little bunny suit. Little Draco was handed to his mother. Lucius smiled softly down at his son, cooing at the sleepy baby. Tom traced the baby’s little pointed nose.
“Aren’t you just the cutest thing? You look just like your mother, don’t you?”
The baby smiled and cooed, grabbing Tom’s finger and waving his legs about. Tom chuckled.
“Well, looks like we have a smart little one right here don’t we?”


/6 months later/

“D-Dwake.”
James beamed at his uncle.
“Did you hear that? Harry said Draco’s name. How adorable, his first word is Draco’s name.”
The little ten month old boy was rapidly crawling towards the giggling blond baby. All jaws dropped when Harry grabbed Draco and hugged him to his chest.
“Mine.” It came out rather possessively and Harry kissed Draco. The blond boy giggled and kissed Harry back, nodding his head.
“Dwake mine. Wuv Dwake.”
The adults smiled fondly at their children, it was a good beginning, love at such a small age. Too bad that everything had to end up the way it would. Hatred for many years, grudges to be held. Another giggle came from the hamper and they found the two boys with their faces full of crème brulee.


/2 months later/

Lucius glanced at the clock. Tom should be getting back soon. His husband would need to be comforted, today was the day James and Lily would be killed. Draco started to cry. He ran to his little boy’s cradle and bounced Draco in his arms.
“Ssshh, love, there, there now, shhh, shhh, Mommy’s here.”
Tom appeared by his side, wearing the Halloween mask James had gotten for him once. White pale skin, red eyes, bald, it was horrifying and Draco screamed even louder.
“Take off your mask! It’s scaring him!”
Tom took off his mask and took his son from Lucius’s arms
“Ssshh now, it’s only Daddy.”
Draco’s wails softened to sobs and hiccups.
“Hawwy.”
It came as a whimper and Tom froze.
“Lucius, did you hear that?”
“Hawwy! Hawwy!”
Draco was wailing Harry’s name. Lucius nodded uncomfortably.
“His first word was Harry.”
“Want Hawwy!”
They sat worriedly watching as Draco cried himself to sleep murmuring ‘want Hawwy’ and ‘wuv Hawwy, mine’.
“Is it done then?”
“No.”
“What?I coI couldn’t kill them. They’re hiding in Bermuda. Besides, what am I supposed to explain to our future son-in-law? ‘I’m sorry that I had to kill your parents but it was all for Draco’s sake?’ That might make him hate Draco.”
“Very well, you do know best.”

/Three years later/

“Daddy! Daddy! Mommy! Guess what day it is!”
The bed bounced and two heads lifted wearily from their pillows.
“It’s your birthday honey. Happy Birthday dear.”
“Come on Daddy! Wake up! Auntie Cissa made crème brulee today!”
Tom groaned and looked at Lucius accusingly. All this energy must have come from Lucius. Lucius stared right back as if to point out that just because their son looked like him not mean that he was entirely like him.
“Crème brulee this early in the morning?”
“It’s his birthday, indulge him.”
“You know he’ll be sick tomorrow.”
“Yes, but today’s his special day.”
Tom smiled at Lucius, tucking soft blond hair behind one pale ear.
“Um, Draco honey. Go down to Aunt Narcissa and tell her to tell Blinky to prepare breakfast. And then get Slinky to give you your bath and put on your birthday robes. Daddy and Mommy need a few minutes to take care of something right now.”
“Ok Daddy!”
The little bundle of blond and white energy whirled out of the room. Lucius sighed and settled down to go back to sleep.
“Oh no you don’t. I meant every word of ‘taking care of something’. Some parts of me are vawakawake now.”
Lucius giggled and rubbed his bottom against the certain part that was looking very awake indeed.
“Really? I hadn’t noticed.”
Tom growled and penetrated Lucius with one thrust.
“Minx.”
“Mmmm.”
Lucius flipped them so that Tom was on top of him. He purred as Tom licked his neck, chest and raked his nails down his lover’s back, ending at his arse, lifting and kneading the firm globes as Tom thrust into him.
“Love, more, faster.”
“Mmm, you’re still so tight.”
Tom pushed Lucius’s knees up to his chest and angled so that every one of his thrusts hits Lucius’s prostrate. Lucius arched his hips up, reveling in the pleasurable sensations that rolled over him.
“Yes, just like that …. harder love! Yes! Yes!”
“So vocal … uuhhnn …”
Tom increased his pace, keeping them on the edge until Lucius clenched his butt muscles and Tom flew over the top, bringing Lucius with him. Tom grinned wickedly at Lucius and slapped his arse.
“Come, lets get cleaned up. Draco will most likely come to find us again and there are just some things that little eyes should not see.”


/1st year, Madam Maulkin’s/

Lucius whistled to himself as he strolled down the street to pick Draco up from the robe shop. It was Draco’s first year already. He hoped that Albus had gotten to Harry. He’d heard that they were having difficulties. He bristled with anger for a moment, remembering watching how the Dursleys were mistreating his fri friend’s son. He closed his eyes for a brief second, blinking the tears back. Hopefully Hagrid would be able to teach them a lesson. He opened his eyes again and saw Mr. Gimminy bowing to him.
“Good day your Majesty, sir.”
“Ssssshhhh!”
“Ahh, right, silly me, old age makes one forget too easily. Beg your forgiveness Lord Malfoy, sir.”
Lucius nodded and smiled at the old wizard. Then he resumed his pace towards the store. His son had been very excited for the year to start. He froze in shock when he peered in the store window. Draco was done with the fitting and was currently smiling at a boy with messy black hair and large green eyes.
“Looks just like James and Lily d’un he?”
Hagrid rumbled behind Lucius. Lucius looked up at him and then looked back at Harry.
“He’s so much like them, he looks so underfed. Go get him something fattening, perhaps some ice cream.”
“D’un worry sir. Ah already taught them muggles a lesson. Lets just say that pig of a son of theirs is in the hospital getting his little piggy tail removed right now.”
“Ha ha, Hagrid, you didn’t.”
“Not if you say so. Now Ah’ll be getting’ those ice creams then. Ye wan’ meh ter get ye and the young lord some?”
“No thank you, Hagrid. I was thinking of taking Draco to get his books.”
“Why, the little imp’s badmouthin’ me. Ah, well, boys gotta have their fun, no harm in scarin’ each other is there? Yer little ‘un is right active and adorable as they come. Too bad …”
“Too bad indeed.”
“Yeh’ll tell Draco that I can’t be nice to him most of the time cause the others dun expect it right?”
“Of course. And of course you’ll have to spend the summer with us making it up to Draco. I really don’t know why Albus doesn’t just hire you as the Care of Magical Creatures teacher already. He’s bound to sooner or later. And I’ll make sure that Draco knows what appearances to keep up as well.”
“Oh, okay then. Yeh’d best hide. Can’t have Harry seein’ yeh right?”
“Too righ Luc Lucius ducked into the alley behind the store and watched as Hagrid returned with two large ice creams and led Harry out of the store. His heart contracted with pain, Harry looked so much like his missing parents.

Harry dazedly walked out of the store, glancing back at the blond boy in the shop. He was sure he had seen the beauty somewhere before. The boy rded ded him of sunshine, kisses, love and crème brulee for some reason. He’d never had crème brulee before. Besides he couldn’t even understand why the boy minded him of sunshine, he was a snotty little boy who had said a lot of mean things about Hagrid and Hagrid was very nice. It wasn’t until he came out of the pet store and named his owl that he realized that he didn’t even know the other boy’s name.

Draco smiled cheerily at his mother. He had just met another first year and the other boy seemed nice enough even though he was supposed to have grown up with muggles with no magical connections. The other boy seemed eerily familiar, like warmth, home and love. He hoped that the other boy didn’t take his words about Hagrid seriously. Mommy had told him to keep up ont ont and he was just joking as well as repeating some other nasty kid’s words. The other boy had seemed pretty offended though. He jumped into his mommy’s arms. Mommy had told him to call him Daddy in public.
“Daddy! Daddy! Look! I have a loose front tooth! Do you think it’ll come loose before Hogwarts so I can show Pansy that my gap is better than hers?”


/1st year, aboard the Hogwarts train/

Draco Malfoy was in a very bad mood. His parents had just told him that his best friend, Ron Weasley, had to become his enemy in public. He didn’t understand why so many of his friends had to pretend to dislike him in public. Why was everyone else so misunderstanding? Why couldn’t they just live in peace and play with magical creatures and make mud pies all the time? His other two close friends, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle trailed behind him. They looked and acted stupid, all brawn and no brains, but they were smart and gentle. He entered the compartment in front of them and noticed the boy from the robe shop with Ron. Vin opened his mouth to greet Ron and Greg elbowed him, making him remember. Draco raised his eyebrows at Ron’s clothes and Ron shrugged behind the other boy’s back as if to say that it wasn’t his idea, and he mouthed ‘Harry Potter’ and pointed at the boy with the black hair.
“So, word on the train is that you’re Harry Potter.”
Everyone knew the story of Harry Potter. Only people who knew the My fay family knew that Draco was the child of Lucius and Tom and that Tom was very much alive and well, just in hiding, biding his time. Ron and their other friend Hermione were supposed to gain Harry’s trust and become his friends. Draco had to be his enemy, one always needs a good enemy. Draco smirked at Ron and Hermione. But the corners of his mouth twitched and gla glared at him as if to say ‘ if you mess this up for us, we’ll be in big trouble ’.
“And the red head must be a Weasley. Poor, ill-bred, and too many children, trademark of the Weasleys. And the girl must be a muggle. A impure blood. I wouldn’t associate with people like this. I’m Draco Malfoy”
He stuck his hand out, obviously not expecting Harry to take it and Harry did not disappoint you.
“I’ll decide who the right friends are by myself, thanks very much.”
“You’ll regret it, Potter.”
He glanced at Ron and Hermione and they nodded to show that he had done a good job.

/5th year, summer/

“Ron! Hermione! Wait up!”
“Shortie, hurry up and grow longer legs!”
“Hey! No fair!”
The petite blond chased after his tall friends and splashed into the lake on the Granger Manor grounds. He resurfaced for air only to be dunked back into the lake by his two best friends. Vin, Blaise, Greg and Pansy laughed on the shore, sipping their drinks and laying on on the beach chairs. Summers were always the best when they were out of school and at one house or another with no pretenses to keep up.

/7th year, October 20th, Potions/

“Today we will begin Contraceptive Draughts. They will be ready in time I hope for the Halloween Ball. As usual, Gryffindor and Slytherin pairings.
Granger and Parkinson …
Potter and Zabini
. . .
Thomas and Crabbe
Finnigan and Goyle
Weasley and Malfoy.”
Harry shot sympathetic looks to Ron who kept glaring at Malfoy.

Draco and Ron moved to a separate table.
“I asked Sev to put us together.”
“Why?”
“Silly dumb blond. Because you don’t understand contraceptive and this stuff. You’re too innocent, someday someone’s gonna take advantage of you. Besides, it was either me or Hermione. You wouldn’t want anyone like Harry or someone to find out that you’re completely innocent and have no idea of how people have babies do you?”
“I do know how people have babies!”
“Draco, storks do not drop babies off at their parents doorsteps.”
“Yes they do! Mommy said so.”
“Mommy’s still overprotective and Daddy’s indulging him. Neither of your parents are willing to admit that you’re seventeen and not a baby any more. Trust me, if anyone in this school found out that you’re really innocent, you’d be the laughingstock of this school. We know best for you.”
“Hmph.”


/October 25th, Potions classroom, midnight/

Harry giggled over his cauldron, a bottle of vodka in his hand.
“Ya know, you’re not half bad, Zabini.”
“Neither are you, Potter.”
“So you mean to say that Malfoy has absolutely no idea what sex or kissing or anything is? He thinks that babies are delivered by storks to family doorsteps?”
“Yea.”
“Tha’s just too funny.”
“I think you’ve had enough for today. You should go back to your dorms.”
“Sure, friends?”
“Yea, sure, whatever.”
“Ron, what are you doin’ here?”
“Um, I couldn’t find you so I looked at your map and found you here. You look drunk. Lets go back to Gryffindor tower, Harry.”
Blaise Zabini watched them walk out the room and then nodded for Hermione to step out of the shadows.
“Well, that worked well, don’t you think?”
“It’s only the beginning, Herm.”
“And you know what they say, a start is already halfway there.”
“And they also say not to count your chickens before your eggs hatch.”
“Do you think we’ll be able to pull this off?”
“I think that Draco is getting to look better and better in Harry’s eyes. You have to admit that the emotions Harry feels for Draco are too strong to be hate, he just didn’t know what to label them on the first day of school, so he labeled them as hate. And Draco is just too goddamned innocent for his own good to know anything. Sometimes I really wonder how on earth he would make it this far without his parents.”
“His parents are the reason why he is so innocent.”
“True, very true.”


/October 31st, Halloween Ball/

Harry watched miserably as his date went off with another boy. There really was no point in his coming to the ball. He didn’t like girls, or dancing and he was bored anyways. He wandered off into the halls. Ron and Hermione grinned across the room at Blaise and Pansy, everything was falling into place so far.

Harry walked up the stairs to the Astronomy tower and he heard quiet sobbing there. A blond head was buried in slender arms.
“Um, Malfoy, are you all right?”
“Have you come to laugh at me? Go away!”
Harry felt rather bad for the other boy and sat down next to him, drawing him closer to hug him.
“Come on, what’s wrong?”
“Why are you being so nice to me? You’re usually so mean to me.”
“You’re crying and I’m not someone who usually makes fun of someone who’s crying. Besides, you’re pretty mean to me too.”
“That’s because you don’t like me and you always glare at me.”
Harry had shot up a lnd hnd he stood a little taller than Ron now. Draco had grown as well and came up to Harry’s chin. Now he sat in Harry’s lap, small hands clutching at Harry’s robes, tears soaking them. Harry’s arms were around the small, slender body, he wasn’t that much heavier himself.
“Sssh, I’m sorry. What’s wrong?”
“Pansy said my mommy was ugly and that daddy and mommy hated me and that I was stupid because I don’t know certain things.”
“You’re crying because of that?”
Draco started crying even more.
“See? You’re making fun of me again.”
“Sshhh, sorry, it’s just that, most people cry about different things. I’ve seen your parents before and Narcissa isn’t ugly and I’m sure Lucius and Narcissa love you very much.”
“Narcissa? As in Aunt Cissa? She’s not my mother, Lucius is my mommy and Tom is my daddy.”
Harry froze.
“What do you mean? Tom as in Tom Riddle?”
“Yes, how did you know?”
“Tom Riddle is Lord Voldemort. He killed my parents, oh my god, I can’t believe that I’m comforting my parents’ murderer’s son. And what do you mean that your mother’s Lucius? He didn’t take a fertility potion did he?”
“No, the stork delivered me to their doorstep.”
Harry stared incredulously at the blond boy, hoping that this was some kind of joke, that what Blaise had said when they were drunk was not true. He searched Draco’s face and found only sincerity and innocence there.
“Um, right … you don’t really believe that do you?”
“That’s what Daddy told me.”
“Malfoy, you’re seventeen now, storks don’t just drop babies off at people’s doorsteps. Haven’t you ever seen anyone pregnant?”
“What’s that? And I’m not seventeen, at least not until New Years anyways.”
“Okay, well see, there’s something called sex where a woman and a man, a woman and a woman or a man and a man do certain acts that bring them pleasure. Have you ever wanked before?”
Harry had to admit the look of confusion and innocence made Draco absolutely adorable. He froze at that thought, since when had Malfoy become Draco and how was he now adorable ?
“What’s wanking?”
“Giving yourself sexual pleasure.”
“Oh.”
“Hey, wait! Get off me! Your dad killed my parents.”
“No he didn’t. They ran off together to escape their two families and they left you with your aunt. That’s so sad Harry, you didn’t know your parents.”

Harry listened raptly as Draco told him a story of how James and Lily came from two very different families who opposed their marriage except for James’s uncle, Tom Riddle. Tom had pretended to kill them in order famesames and Lily to run off. Unfortunately, wherever they were, children under 8 were not allowed to go and they wanted Harry to stay in their homeland so their friend Sirius Black handed him over to Aunt Petunia.


A/N: Poor Draco, even he doesn\'t know the truth!