Heir to the Dark Lord

Sorry, but you’ll have to refer to the Prologue for a moment as I forgot to add a small piece and it will be easier to understand this chapter if you have read only the original Prologue.
Disclaimer: I do not and never will own Harry Potter.
Summary: AU. Harry grows up knowing everything about his real parents even though Voldemort raised him. But where does the devil and incubi fit into this? Severus/Harry
-Parseltongue-
“Normal speaking”
Heir to the Dark Lord
Chapter One
Five years later…
“Father,” a young boy of six years called as he ran down the long corridors of the mansion. “Father, where are you?”
He had already searched through the whole wing of the mansion that he was supposed to stay in, but he still hadn’t been able to find his father. He had unwittingly ran into the corridor that lead out of their wing of the mansion and into the main central area where he was forbidden from going into.
Turning around a corner he almost ran into a tall man with dark oily hair and a hooked nose. The man in question had been walking in the opposite direction. Falling to the floor in the process of trying to stop himself from crashing into the man.
Wide eyed and confused, the boy quickly got onto his feet and stood for a second in front of the man. He apologised in a hurry and turned speedily around and attempted to run away from the man who was looking at the child in confusion. It was undoubtable that his father was going to hear about this from the man. The boy knew that he had just landed himself in a whole lot of trouble and there was no way that he was going to get out of it very easily. After all, no one was supposed to know that he even existed. Only his father, and his father’s snake knew he existed, his father didn’t trust anyone else with the knowledge, at least not yet.
Indeed the only human contact that he had had in the past five years was with his father, Lord Voldemort, or when he allowed it, Tom Marvolo Riddle.
Unfortunately for the boy, in the time it had taken for him to make his apology and turn around, the man had taken the same amount of time to take out his wand, having recovered from the shock of seeing a child running around his masters mansion. He quick as a flash sent out a mild stunning spell. It hit the boy in the middle of his back as he was about to take his first step into escaping.
Very confused as to how a child had some how gotten into the mansion and was running around calling for his father, the man was unsure what to do with the now unconscious boy. Thinking for a second, he decided to take the child with him as he was already going to see his master, the Dark Lord. He could deal with the child in whatever way he deemed was suitable. Using a levitation spell, he continued towards his masters’ chambers where he knew he was waiting, with the stunned child floating along behind him.
Knocking on the door to his masters study, he awaited the necessary answer before he entered the room. The Dark Lord hated it when people barged in on him while he was working, interrupting him right at the most annoying times.
The response came as a muffled call, and the door swung open slightly. The man opened it and entered the room.
“My Lord,” the man greeted his master.
“Yes Severus,” Voldemort stated not looking up from his work and subsequently not seeing the floating body of the child behind his servant. “What do you want?”
“I have finished the potion that you asked for. And while I was walking up here, I encountered a child, I have him right behind me,” Severus answered.
Looking up, Voldemort sharply looked behind Severus and towards the body that he saw floating behind him. He instantly recognised the child as his son. Shaking his head, he growled lightly.
“Place him down on the ground,” Voldemort ordered.
Following the orders, Severus let the levitation spell down, until the boy was on the ground and cancelled it altogether. Voldemort didn’t wait for Severus to revive the boy.
“Ennervate,” Voldemort hissed whipping out his wand.
A bright light came from the spell as it left his wand and hit the child in the middle of chest.
The child opened his eyes and looked around for a moment. He looked confused as he slowly realised that he had never seen or been in this room in his life. Baffled as to how he got there in the first place, he saw his father looking down on him. Turning his head around he saw the man who he almost knocked over. Trying to look indifferent, he looked back towards his father and he started to shake slightly as he remembered the events, which lead him to get to where he was now.
“Damon,” Voldemort growled. “What are you doing here? What have I told you about leaving your rooms?”
Harry looked into his father’s eyes. The deep angry red eyes drilled into his head. Voldemort could see into Harry’s thoughts. Using his skills in legilimency, Voldemort quickly sifted through the thoughts of his son’s and knew very quickly that he hadn’t meant to walk out into the main halls of the mansion. Heck he hadn’t even known that he had left their wing of the house until he had run into Severus.
“I am here because that man stunned me after I nearly crashed into him in a hallway that I wasn’t supposed to be in,” Damon answered the first question. “You have told me on many occasions that I was not to leave our rooms at all costs, as I am not supposed to be known about, at least until my training has been completed. Should anything come up and I need your presence, and I can not find you within our wing of the mansion, that I am to send a house elf for you.”
Damon hung his head, small tears collecting in the corners of his eyes and he stared at the floor. He only ever wanted to make his father proud of him, he didn’t want to have his father angry at him, at any time. All he had wanted was to see that his father was all right, and spend some time with him since he wasn’t allowed to see or even let his presence be known to anyone else, especially the ones who often came and went from the house. As fun as it was to spend time with Nagini, his father’s pet snake, he also wanted to spend some time with his father.
“Damon, you know that the rules you were given were given to you for a reason. I will punish you later for disobeying the rules,” Voldemort coldly stated.
Nodding that he understood what it meant, Damon tried to keep the tears from falling down his cheeks. His father didn’t like it when he cried, so in an attempt to keep him from getting any angrier, he kept them in check. Just like every other time he had felt like crying in his father’s presence.
“Severus,” Voldemort redirected his attention to his follower. “Since you are the first one to discover the secret that I have managed to keep from my followers for the past five years, you will begin his training in potions. Damon here is my son, and as such it was important to keep his identity and his being alive a secret from even my followers so that they cannot use him to get through to me. I will not allow my son to suffer because of what I have done. He is extremely intelligent, and has been trying to get me to teach him for the past year or so. He will dedicate any of his free time to finish any task that you should set him.”
Damon looked up in surprise, he had been asking to be taught magic for the past year or so and now he was going to start getting his training. He celebrated inside, knowing that he was finally getting what he had always wanted. That and he was going to be able to speak to another human being beside his father. The tears that had been in the corner of his eyes had disappeared, and he nodded quickly, any task that he was given would be a good trade off for having magic training, even if potions was technically not magic, but it involved magic none the less.
“Also,” Voldemort continued. “You will not speak of this to anyone, at all. Damon’s living in the mansion is on an obvious need to know basis. I will be collecting his other teachers by the end of the month. You may speak about Damon to them and them alone, only once they have been introduced to Damon. I expect you to report to me his progress in his studies every fortnight.”
“Yes my lord,” Severus answered a little scared now that he realized that he had stunned his Master SON!
“Good, Severus, do not be worried, you will not be punished for stunning Damon, it was his own fault and he will be dealt with later,” Voldemort stated hearing the fear in his voice. “Damon your lessons with Severus will be late in the afternoon so that it does not distract him from his normal duties. You will attend all lessons, unless I say otherwise, and you will learn the true art of potion making. If I hear that you have not been working to the best of your ability, as you have been begging for this for a long time, then you will be punished, is that clear.”
“Yes father,” Damon responded.
Excitement filled him as he let the information truly sink in, his father hadn’t been tricking him when he had said that he would be learning magic, he was finally about to get his first magic lesson. Potions and their making was a topic that he had read up on many times as he had enjoyed the topic immensely. Hopefully he would even be allowed to make a potion some time in the near future.
“Severus, when they have had time to cool down, bring the potion vials to my private study tonight. You will then collect Damon for his first lesson, I expect you to give him at least two lessons a week.”
Hearing the dismissal in Voldemort’s voice, Severus bowed and spoke, “Yes my lord,” turning around he left the room.
“Damon,” Voldemort turned to his son who was still entertaining the thoughts of being taught potions later that night. His stern tone called Damon’s attention back to reality, and back to his father.
“I’m sorry father,” Damon said sadly.
Voldemort sighed as he saw tears collecting and begin to trail down his sons face.
“I know you are my son,” Voldemort consoled him. “Now what did you want?”
“I was worried about you father. You haven’t been back in our wing of the mansion, as far as I can tell for the past three days. I wanted to be around you. As much fun as it is to play with Nagini and read books and play with all of my other toys, I like having you around the most,” Harry paused for a moment before he whispered, barely loud enough for his father to hear. “I was beginning to wonder if you didn’t want me anymore.”
Frowning, Voldemort wondered where a thought like that would have come from, but he knew Damon was right. Since he wasn’t allowed to meet anyone else he had glued his affections all to his father and would like having his presence around. Voldemort hadn’t really meant to leave his sons care in the, thankfully capable, hand of his house elf and his beloved familiar Nagini. Unfortunately things had arisen that couldn’t be avoided and had to be dealt with quickly before they got too out of hand.
“Damon, come here,” Voldemort softly told his son.
Obeying his father’s orders with grace, Damon stood and wiped the tears from his face as he walked up to where his father was seated. He was slightly surprised when his father picked him up and sat him down on his lap, hugging him against his body tightly.
“I suppose that it’s a good thing that I was planning on announcing you to your teachers at the end of the month anyway,” Voldemort soft whispered in his son’s ear. “I’m sorry Damon, you know that I wouldn’t leave you alone like that without good reason. I was held back by a minor situation, which if I had left alone would become a very dire and major situation if I hadn’t dealt with it. It was urgent and that I dealt with it, so I did. I’ll try and come and see you more often to make up for it, but you know that I have my job to do, whether I want to stay and play with you or not, I still have to do my job.”
Damon smiled brightly, he hugged his father and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek, his father still wanted him. He wasn’t going to kill him, like he had killed his previous parents, or if you want to be politically correct, his biological parents.
Petting at Damon’s hair, Voldemort whispered comforting words as he gently rocked his son in his arms and rubbed his hand in soothing circles on his back.
“Damon, if I really didn’t want you, then I would not have bothered to have taken you from your biological parents. You would have died on that night with all of the occupants of the house. You know that I don’t do anything unless I plan on fulfilling the commitments that are involved in completing that task. When I took you as a child, I knew what I was in for. I am not going to cast you away for any silly reason,” Voldemort told him firmly. “No, the only reasons that I would ever even think of casting you away are if you had ever done anything that made you truly deserve it, such as join the light side. Or if you truly no longer wanted to be my son.”
Damon nodded into his father’s chest, enjoying the familiar contact with his father’s robes. The contact that he needed so that he could remember what it felt like to be human. He listened to his father’s heart beating through his chest.
“Damon, do you understand?” Voldemort asked making sure that his point had been acknowledged.
“Yes, father,” Damon answered snuggling into his fathers hug as far as it was possible.
For a while that was the way that they stayed, Voldemort knowing that his son needed the reassurance and he didn’t want to alienate his son.
Finally Voldemort spoke up, “Damon, the potion that I had Severus make is a hereditary potion. It pinpoints any type of creature blood that is in human blood. Remember how I explained that to you last week?”
“Yes I remember,” Damon responded. “But why did you want his to make it?”
“Damon, as you already know, to remain pure-blooded, wizards have intermarried for centuries. Your biological father, James Potter comes from a long line of purebloods. Most pure-blood have at one time or another also married with creatures, such as Veela’s and even occasionally vampires, to keep the blood as pure as possible,” Voldemort explained. “You, seem to have a very unnatural craving for touch. So I am assuming that it has something to do with the creature’s blood that you have inherited from your father. As you know it is better to be informed, than to walk into something blindly, so we are going to find out what that blood is from so that we can prepare for the effects that will come when you hit puberty.”
“Yes father,” Damon responded intrigued by what he could possibly be other than human.
Wholehearted he agreed with his father. If they knew what it was that was causing his need for human touch now, as it would probably progress to something else as he grew older. If they discovered the cause now, then they would not be caught unawares later, which in itself could be dangerous.
Petting at Damon’s hair, gently he sat back in his chair, pulling Damon with him. Damon purred gently at the touch, reminding Voldemort of a satisfied cat.
“Am I still going to be punished?” Damon asked unsure if he should say anything.
“No,” Voldemort sighed. “I believe that you have learnt your lesson well enough. That and this is your first offence. But I should not have to remind you that I do not give you unfair rules. All the rules that you have been given are for your own safety, so try and keep out of trouble.”
“Thank you father,” Damon said as he began to feel the effects of having not slept properly in the past three days.
Noticing the sleepiness, Voldemort looked over his son and saw the signs of bad sleep.
“Go and have a nap on the bed in the next room, I will awaken you for lunch,” Voldemort ordered Damon. “I can see that you haven’t been sleeping very well in the past couple of days.”
Damon nodded and slid down out of his fathers arms and walked towards the wall where he had spotted a small nondescript door handle that appeared to exist without a door. Most people would have missed it entirely. Opening the concealed door, he walked in and closed it behind himself. Taking off his outer robes and all of his other clothes until he was wearing only the skin on his body, he left his clothes on the ground.
Sliding under the covers, he curled up into a comfortable position where he could smell his father’s sweet scent on the sheets and pillows. Falling into the first restful sleep that he could remember having since his father had done his disappearing act.
Voldemort came to check on his son just as lunch was about to be served, but decided that his son needed the sleep more than he needed to eat. He looked peaceful and in desperate need of the restful sleep he was in. Picking up the clothes he left them in a pile on the chair at the end of the bed. Then left to finish his work.
To be continued…