Bleeding hearts.

Shygirl: *Bows* Thank you, Thank you... I'm thinking about changing the title, (Bleeding hearts doesn't sound that good to me anymore) But Thank You!



SneckyFox: I try to make all of my stories original.. to a Point. I loved the idea of Harry being raised by a Death eater family, but the Malfoys just never fit right with me.



I'm glad you like my take on Walden, and I hope you like my takes on the Rest of the Macnairs as well.



I do put a LOT of work into my stories, though; as well try not to mess up the stories to much... I'm glad you appreciate it, and I hope I don't disappoint.



In Closing, How do you guys feel about the title? Would "To Love Death" Or "Black and Red"? sound better?

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Macnair keep wasn't as much of a Keep as it was a Castle. Build around Hogwarts, It was the one of few buildings outside of Durmstrang itself that survived Bulgaria's long and bloody history.



Build in the later part of the 5th century(480) It had survived every Muggle and Wizard war that had every been brought across it's grounds. Greeks, Romans, The Byzantine, The Turkish, Even Nazi Germany... and Grindlewauld himself.



The main reason being that it was made just for that... as a Keep. A Stronghold, a Magical Fortress. It wasn't as big Or as grand as Hogwarts or Durmstrung, But it was build to last. And having the greater part of it built straight into the Rila Mountains helped enormously. Who had ever heard of a Mountain weakening or Falling?..



From the moment Harry saw the twin Side-by-side towers, seemly raising from the mountain itself, he had fallen in love. Even despite the fact that it was only September, and it was already covered with snow.



Unlike Durmstrang, Harry had never once gotten lost here. It was much more Quieter and peaceful.. But most of all, and most importantly, There was hardly ANY Death at all here.



Yes, there where Wars and Fights and (Sad to say) Murders on the grounds; but after the Macnair family had taken the Keep (around 1267, Harry was told) All Crypts, Bodies and Corpses where removed and all Ghosts where ether re-assigned or helped to move on. Only living Breathing family remained.



For adult necromancers this was a wonderful break for the norm. No Spirits, corpses, or call of the death here. and for Young children gifted with Necromancy, It was a necessity for keeping their sanity. For the Macnair family, the keep was Shelter, home and survival. The one place they could be normal.



This was the place that Harry had grown, was taught, and lived since leaving the Dursleys. The Only place he had ever been happy.



The first light of day started to pour into his Stone-laden room through the Frosted window panes. The Glasswork on the window was old and jagged, nearly tribal. Stretching and spreading, the room started to Brighten in the light's glow. Outlining a young man sleeping soundly in his bed. The weak light glowing from the dying embers in fireplace that lay behind him now seeming to fade altogether..



A bright stream of light then appeared. The morning light shone through, and onto the sleeping boys closed eyelids.. Opening his green eyes only for a moment, Harry grumbled. His eyes now being openly assaulted by the Bulgarian sun. Harry raised his right arm lazily over his eyes. There, Slithering happily on his thumb, was a tiny silver snake... slithering out of a open-mouth skull. A Dark Mark, In the form of a silver ring... As Necromancers where not allowed to get tattoos.



Harry sighed loudly as he tried to go back to sleep. He had a big day today, and he had to be more alert and ready this meeting then he ever was before.. Today was going to be a very special day. Today was going to be the day that the light side found out that there beloved Boy-who-lived was a Death Eater.



Harry had found out what the wizarding world had been told... After he disappeared during recess, The police where called and all of Surrey and the Magical world where soon alerted and looking for "Little lost Harry Potter."



The Investigation turned quickly to the Durselys, who even though they refused it, where found to be keeping the boy in the cupboard under their stairs.. Further Investigation lead to the arrest of Vernon and Petunia (Something about the "Welfare of a child..") and Dudley Dursely was placed with his aunt.



Sadly, due to Vernon being at work, and Petunia being at a friend's house, it was clear that the two didn't kill their "Poor, missing nephew" and poor Harry was labeled as another victim of a deranged child killer.



Though Harry thought that part was a bit much.. even if his father did kidnap him, he had never once killed a Child... a few overly-excited magical pets that didn't really deserve to be put down, Yes.. But NEVER a child.



On his 13th birthday, 3 years after starting Durmstrang and 2 years after the Dark Lord had returned via the Elixir of life, Harry had be declared "Dead" by the Wizarding World. Harry wasn't allowed to attend the large event, but he saw the pictures and read the stories.



Remus Lupin, Apparently a friend of his fathers, had told a funny story of when Harry was a infant... His newly Freed Godfather, Sirius Black, also told another story. This time of Harry's birth that Harry had actually cut out of the paper and kept. It was quite cute.



Harry had managed to make it through his years in Durmstrung under the name "Mordred Macnair". Even though the Idiot, Igor, nearly ruined it by finding out and bragging to much... But when the Dark Lord returned at the end of his first year with the help of the Elixir, Igor was quickly.. "Replaced" as Headmaster by "Mordred's" Father.



For 7 years now, the Dark Lord had been alive and gathering power. Despite what Dumbledore, Neville Longbottom, (The new "Chosen One") and his friends tried to say. It wasn't until third year, when Wormtail had gotten himself caught spying on the new boy wonder, that the Ministry had to face the fact that Voldermort really was back..



Did Harry mention that his Memorial also doubled as a day of Mourning over the "10 years of peace this young boy gave us"?..



They sickened him. Not only had they left him with Abusive muggles. They had left him there for 5 hellish years. Not only had they not saved him from abuse and neglect, they had prided themselves on the weak 6 day search they did allow for him. Not only did they stop looking for him, but they now declared him dead. Only now, when declared dead, did they ever do anything for him.. Re-charm his father's and mother's memorial to have his name next to theirs. And even that was self-serving.



Old side of his father's two friends, there was only one person that cried at that memorial. He had cut out her picture as well, as it was on the front page. A young Red head girl who was clinging to her Mother's side. A Weasley, Harry was told. The only girl to born to the Weasley in 200 years.. "A feat, mind you, with how many sons each son had... and their sons had.. and their sons had.." His father said. Harry smirked. He liked the picture, though. The Girl, Innocent and sad, Actually crying for him. Harry found himself looking at the picture over and over through the years since he got it.



5 years ago. 5 years of war. 5 years of studying at Durstrung, under his father. 5 years of training, fighting, and dueling. 5 years of growing and living with his Father, Mother, Uncle, Aunt, a Cousin one year younger then him, and...



"MORTIS!!!"(1) Harry nearly jumped 5 feet in the air as Morgana, in mid-flight, came flying into his bed.



"MORGUE-OUF!!!!!!"(2) Harry yelled as the busy-haired fair skinned 11-year-old crashed down on top his rib cage. Harry curled into a ball, as he tried to Breath again...



And his Annoying energizer-bunny, awake-first-thing-in-the mourning little Sister... Born 14 months after Harry had been taken into the Macnair family, and loved by everyone of them. She was definitely the Jewel of the Macnair Family.



Morgana snickered as she moved and laid down next to Harry now, Giving him a smile.



"Morning, Mortis." Morgana said, suddenly putting on her cutest Baby-doll smile.. As if crushing her brother's rib cage first thing in the morning was common place.



"Up yet?..." She said in her sweetest voice, but Harry wasn't fooled.. She knew damn well that He was awake, as she had been the one that sneaked in, and then barreled into him... Harry just glared at her, as he waited for his ribs to quit hurting so he could yell at her..



"Because Mum said to wake you up, so if you're not awake...." Morgana said, then started to get up again, apparently planning a second jump.



"OH, NO, YOU DON'T!!" Harry said as he grinned and grabbed Morgana's heel, making her fall onto the bed. Morgana squealed in glee and laughed as Harry then pulled her softly by her heel closer to him, and started to viciously tickle her.



"Not you don't, Morgue!! hwo many times do i tell you?.. Let me Lay in, Hum? Right? Right?" Harry said, smirking as his sister gasped between long bouts of laugher, Her balled fists trying to move away his hand to no avail.



"OK! OK! STOP STOP!!" Morgana squeaked, and Harry chuckled at her, and she continued to laugh lightly even after he stopped. Harry smiled at his little sister, and her deep auburn red hair as she smiled back at him.



"So.. Now that I'm AWAKE..." Harry said, with a offended tone that Morgana smirked and laughed more at.. "Ready for Breakfast?.."



"Yep!! Then we can go see (3)Morir!" Morgana chirped, as Harry smiled, and stood up. Then, offering a hand Morgana took, She stood up and jumped off the bed. Then, walking down the cold, stone Hallways of Macnair keep, they made their way to see there Mother and Father.

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"Morning.." Walden called from behind the ledger he was reading at the table. Another Durmstrang related book, from the looks of it. Harry had to admit, Moving to Bulgaria when he was a child had worked out good for all of them. Morgana rolled her eyes at her father, but called out a Cheery "Good Morning" as she passed.



"Morning, Father." Harry Echoed as he sat. Walden was wearing black robes and a white shirt today. He looked very much like a black and white painting, with his pale face and dark hair to Boot.. If Harry had to comment on how he looked this morning, with his long, thin, aging face and sickly demeanor, He would have to say that "Death incarnate" fit quite nicely. Or his favorite priest or undertaker at least. But Harry kept that comment to himself. He knew that his father had been using his necromancy powers alot for his Lord lately, and didn't want to press the issue with Morgana in ear shot. Not that she wouldn't try to ease drop, anyway...



"School still running well?" Harry asked.



"As good as any could hope.. I will have to go through the applications of the up coming year.. No strong applications, I'm afraid... Weaker, Weaker every year." Harry smirked at that comment. He said that every year, but he always found enough passable students to fill the roster.



"Will I be going there next year, Daddy?.." Morgana said with a smile, and Walden looked to her with a Smile. "of COURSE you're going, love.. I wouldn't have you any other place." Morgana beamed at the Compliment.



"I still don't think that's a Good idea.. I still think Salem is the only proper place for a pureblood Lady..." Isabelle said as she swooped into the room, jioning the rest of the family.



If Walden was considered the living vision of death, Isabelle would be considered mother nature. She loved earth tones, and worn them well. With colorful Auburn hair and blue eyes, she was by fair the most colorful and lively looking of the Macnairs. And next to the stick-thin stuck-nosed Narcissia Malfoy, and the dark haired dark eyed Eva Macnair, Isabelle was a complete Peacock. Smiling, lively and outspoken she was a match (If not polar opposite) for Walden on every level..



Once, Harry had asked his Uncle Warren way Walden and Isabelle had gotten married in the first place... all they seemed to do was argue. His answer still amused him til this day. ("To go about arguing more often, I suppose..")



"Mummy!!" Morgana Called lightly as she bounced in her seat. Isabelle kissed Morgana on the forehead and gave Harry's shoulder a light squeeze as she pasted. She had learned years ago that Harry didn't like being held, Touched, or hugged.. So she found other ways to show him affection, Ways that they where both comfortable with.



"Mummy?.. Have you talked to Daddy about me getting my ears pierced yet?" Walden nearly choked on his drink as Isabelle sighed.



"No, Dear, But i think he knows now.." Isabelle added as Morgana paled. Harry sighed and started tucking in to his breakfast. He already knew where this was going.



"PIERCED?! Pierce your ears? Seriously?!! MORGANA!! You should know better, Necromancers don't Mare there bodies, and that INCLUDES their ears!"



"But all of the other girls have there ears pierced!!" Morgana resorted. "Every one of them, in every year, at Durmstang! I'll be only one there without them!"



"Well, You'll be the only NECROMANCER there, as well! The only female Necromancer in 50 years, Since Serena Prince died!! One more thing isn't likely to hurt you..."



Morgana fumed more.. Harry quickly finished his toast. "But I can be a Necromancer and still have pierced ears, there Just ears, you know!!!"



"It's still a mare, no matter how small you think it is.. so NO.. I won't have it. Besides, you can always wear clip on earrings, or magicked earrings."



Morgana Glowered at her father. "It's just two little Holes, and it would make me more attractive! How is that a Mare?!!"



Walden growled and slammed the book down in frustration.



"HOLY MERLIN HELP ME!!.. Isabelle, talk some sense into your daughter!"



Isabelle picked up her own drink, and shrugged.



"Don't look to me, dear, i think she has a point..." putting his face into his hands, and letting up a howl of frustration into them, harry quickly grabbed his pumpkin juice, and started drinking like there was no tomorrow.



"HARRY! Let's go, before Both these women drive me insane.." Setting down his glass, and letting out a gasp of air, Harry stood up.



"Coming, Father.." As he fallowed Walden out. Morgana gave Harry a soft, understanding look.. Isabelle gave him a wink.

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After Breakfast, Harry and Walden prepared to leave for England. The second their rings burned, signaling the there summon to the Dark lord, they would be on there way.. and being late was not a option. Harry already knew the plan for the day, as his father and the Dark Lord had gone over it with him time and time again.



First, they would go to the Dark Lord and gather with the others. Then, they would make there way to the Meeting between the Dark and the Light. The light had called it, and the Dark had responded. The Dark didn't truly know what they wanted, but Harry's guess was that it was ether a call for a truce or a Plead of some sort.. maybe both.



The Dark lord had always tried to put his two cents in when it came to Harry's upbringing, Witch where carefully handled or avoided by his mother and father.. He seemed almost unhealthy obsessed with Harry... But this was non-negotiable. Ever since Harry was first presented to the Dark Lord, after his re-appearance at the end of his first year, The count down to his Marking and "Coming-out" had Begun. And since Walden udderly refused to allow Harry to be marked on his fore arm, ("NECROMANCERS DO NOT MARE OR DEFILE THEIR OWN BODIES!!") His Death Eater Debut had become even more important.



The First part being his "Marking" Or, as he liked to call it, his "Ringing." Only a few people in the inner circle knew Harry was still Alive, so this was a event in itself. Harry could feel the shock and Fear that gripped them when they heard the dark lord call his name. Many people thinking that he was his Cousin, Morton Macnair, and no one expecting Harry Potter.



The Ceremony had gone of perfectly, but had being to much like a wedding for Harry.. With the Vow of devotion and Loyalty, then the Dark Lord putting the ring on his finger, looking like he owned Harry now.. But that passed.



It was now time for part two. Now that Harry had been a Death Eater for nearly a month now, a opportunity came up that the Dark lord seemed unable to pass up... A chance to rub Harry in the Light side's face. Harry wouldn't miss it for the world.



After his unveiling, they would make their way to Gringotts. Warren, Harry's uncle, had found out that Harry had at least A Vault set aside for him by his real parents. He had Written the goblins at Gringotts While the magical and muggle world where still looking for Harry and told them that he did not believe that Harry Potter was dead.. and that he would pay to have a Heir lock placed on the vault. So if Harry was alive, No other could get into the vault. But if Harry was Dead (and not Legally dead, truly dead) the Vault would be able to be opened.



With the Heir Lock in place, Harry was assured that no one would take what his parents had left for him to find. Harry had to wait until the right time to be able check his family vault, and he could wait to see what he could find. He had never gotten to know his parents, let alone his father, so he could barely wait.



Learning anything about his parents would be a treat.



Afterwards, they would go to Macnair Manor near Hogsmeade, and stay there until ordered otherwise. Morgana and Ava would greet them at the front door with smiles and Isabelle would be making sure the refreshments are served, and Warren would ask for every detail of the meeting, and Harry and Walden would give it.



It was at that time that the fingers on Harry's and Walden's finger burned. They both looked at one another a smiled.



"See you there..." Walden said, as he pulled his mask and hood over his face. Then, with a turn of his heel, he was gone.



Harry Grinned darkly to himself. Show time..

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1. Mortis; as in Rigor Mortis; Stiff, Rigid, Losing heat/becoming cold. AN: The stiffing of newly dead body, making it hard and unmovable. Lasts for about 12 hours, Depending on conditions. Harry, or Mordred's, Nickname.



2. Morgue; Short term for "Mortuary", place to house dead persons(Corpses) after Death. Normally the place where bodies are Claimed or Identified by family. Morgana's Nickname. (Note: Mor-gan-a, Morgue-ana)



3. Morir; Spanish. Litterily, "To die." Can be Conjugated easily into any Past, present, or Future tense of the word. (Will die, Am dying, has died.) Morton Macnair's nickname.