Children of the Revolution

Children of the Revolution

Prologue
Saturday, June 2nd 2001
3.33 AM
Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, England.

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Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
‘Not long now and their ‘Savoir’ will be dead.’ Harry Potter ripped open his veins spilling his life’s blood, the only thing keeping him alive.
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The neighbourhood was quiet, the only sounds were the sounds of the night.

Most of the people in this quiet British housing estate were asleep. There were the occasional couple locked in a passionate fiery embrace and those few ‘rebellious’ teenagers who thought it fitting to go against their parents wishes and drink in fields (amongst other things. wink ; ))

But all in all the night was a quiet one. The stillness only broken once by two quiet ‘pops’ before going back to it’s near silence.
Outside number four, to figures now stood surveying the house. The taller of the two turned to his companion and whispered something to him, his companion nodded and together they made their way to the front door.

The taller one waved his hand and the door opened. They entered the house and made their way up the stairs and over to a door that was padlocked and had a cat flap cut into it. They exchanged a look before one waved his hand at the door and this one opened too.
The room was sparsely furnished and what little furniture was there was broken and repaired shoddily. But our two visitors couldn’t care less about the décor, their attention was fixed on the bed and the body in it, the body that was bleeding everywhere.

The smaller figure cried out and rushed over to the bed pulling a vial out of his pocket as he went. He sat on the bed beside the small black haired teen and carefully lifted the boys head. He placed an arm under the boy’s neck so his head was tilted back slightly. He placed the vial to the boy’s mouth and poured some into it, he rubbed the boy’s throat, relaxing the muscles, so he would swallow the potion. That done, he pulled out another potion and repeated the process.

The other figure came over then and picked the boy up. Cradling the boy in his arms he nodded to his companion and disappeared. His companion went to the end of the bed and shrunk the trunk he found there, he placed it in his pocket. Turning to look at the room again he stood a few seconds until he heard shouts outside the house, he sighed, snorted and left.

End Prologue



Chapter I
Lullaby Dreams
Sunday 3rd of June, 2001
10.31 PM
Location Unknown

“Ugh,” he groaned.

His mouth tasted like it was stuffed with cotton was his one thought upon waking, his mind not awake enough to think anything else.
He slowly opened his eyes, not fully awake yet. He sat up in the comfortable bed he was lying on… Wait!...Comfortable bed? He was at the Dursley’s…Wasn’t he? No, this wasn’t the bedroom at number four!
“Wha-,” he stopped.

He remembered what he had done the night before, remembered where he was supposed to be and who with and it wasn’t here!

“No!” he whispered in disbelief, “No!” he said. “NO!” he screamed, “NO! No, no, no, no, no! I’m meant to be dead!” when he looked down and found his wrist completely healed and without a speck of blood he screamed again and started to shout random, hysterical, things, mostly about how he was supposed to be dead, how he was meant to be with Sirius, how his whole life was one BIG fk up and he wanted it to end!

The door was flung open in the middle of his hysterics, not that Harry noticed, nor did he notice the figure walking towards him, not until they where right in front of him. Harry stopped mid-tirade and looked at the. It was a man, he was familiar yet not familiar at the same time, and his stomach was HUGE! Almost as if the person were pregnant, in fact if they had not been a guy Harry would’ve assumed that was the case. The funny thing was; the person looked just like Professor Snape, except their nose was smaller and straighter and their hair wasn’t greasy either, no, in fact it fell to the person’s lower back perfectly straight, the Black mass also framed the person’s pale elven face perfectly somehow it just… fitted.

Harry looked into the black eyes, there was an emotion there, something Harry doesn’t remember ever having directed his way, something he saw in his Aunt’s eyes whenever she looked at Dudley, the same thing was always present when Mrs. Weasley looked at her children. Love, it had always been absent from his life, he could feel the tears of self-loathing starting to well up.

A pale elegant hand reached out and tentatively touched Harry’s face, wiping away a tear that had fallen, Harry couldn’t hold it in any longer; he lowered his head and started to cry. He felt the hand move from his face to the back of his neck and felt another arm encircle him and was pulled into a warm embrace. “Why?” Harry sobbed against their shoulder “Why am I not dead?” The beautiful man cradled Harry as tight as he could “Hush Harry, your not dead because it is not your time yet, there are so many things you need to know, things that have been kept from you, I’ll tell you all, but not now, you are exhausted, you need sleep. Come,” Harry’s hand was grasped and he was lead back over to the bed he had woken up in. He crawled onto it and under the covers. He smiled as he was tucked in, like a child by a loving parent, he sighed snuggling into the covers, earning a chuckle from the black haired man.

Harry looked up at him “Can you tell me who you are?” The man sighed, but nodded, “This might come as a shock but you’ve known me for five years, not fondly, but you have known me…” he paused as if unsure how to go on, Harry saved him the trouble “You are Professor Snape, aren’t you?” Snape nodded, “Yes, that’s what you’ve known me as, but my full name is; Severus Xavier Snape-Riddle.”

Harry’s eyes widened, “Riddle?” he whispered, lifting his head to stare at him. Severus nodded “Yes Harry, Riddle. Tom Riddle is my husband.” Harry felt faint “H-husband,” he stuttered, Severus nodded. Harry dropped his head back to his pillow, “Well,” he breathed, “That was unexpected…so… are you going to kill me?” Severus’ lips twitched upwards, “No Harry, now sleep, your going to need it.”

Severus moved as if to get up and leave but was stopped by a sound of protest from Harry and a hand grabbing his sleeve. Severus turned back to a blushing Harry his eyebrow raised in question. Harry was fidgeting with the silk covers and wouldn’t meet Severus’ eyes. “I…um…would you…I mean… could you, maybe, staywithme?” Severus’ other eyebrow rose as well “One more time Harry, this time slower,” He said a small smile pulling at his lips. Harry blushed even more but spoke all the same “I don’t want to be alone right now, could you, maybe, stay with me? At least until I fall asleep?”

Severus’ eyes softened and he placed two fingers under Harry’s chin and lifted his head so Harry was looking into his eyes, “Of course I’ll stay, but I’m tired and need to lie down, do you mind if I lay down beside you?” Harry scooted back over the bed and lifted the covers in answer. Severus smiled, pleasantly surprised, and got into the bed beside Harry. He lay on his side facing Harry, his head resting on his hand that was resting on a pillow.

Harry strangely enough fell asleep quite quickly. That night he had a dream, the first time he had dreamt anything other than nightmares since Sirius died.

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Dream Sequence
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He was a baby, and someone was cradling him gently in their arms while singing softly to him.
“There is no tomorrow,
That we can’t survive,
As long as you’re with me,
We shall always strive.
To live and love fully,
‘Till we are no more,
My heart and arms hold you,
And always assure...
So fear not my darling,
I’ll always be near,
Our safety is hard won,
There’s no need to fear
No danger can harm you,
While I guard your sleep,
Dream sweetly I’ll be here
This promise I’ll keep”
“Sweet Dreams, my sweet baby. Daddy will take care of you,” whispered a soft voice
Harry’s head was kissed and he found himself staring into crimson orbs before he fell into sweet oblivion.
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End Dream
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End Chapter


Chapter II

Chapter On waking
Sunday 3rd of June, 2001
1.00 PM
Location Unknown

Harry woke to a hand carding through his hair.

It goes without saying that he was… surprised, very surprised, so surprised that he shot backwards and fell of the bed, much to the professor’s amusement, but not to Harry’s, because, unfortunately, there was a table next to the bed, a very wooden, very hard table, needless to say Harry was seeing two professors laughing at him, instead of one.

Grumbling, Harry got up and gingerly touched his head only to pull his hand back with a hiss.

“Fuck!” he hissed in Parseltongue.

He does that when he’s injured; reverts to parseltongue. Nobody knows though, except of course Harry and various snakes that have happened by him when he is in pain. People will believe what they want to believe and nobody wants to believe that Harry Potter uses the language of Dark Wizards.

“Watch your language young man!” Harry started and stared at Snape, who was giving him a scolding look, “H-how?” Severus smiled/smirked, “I’ve been around Tom enough to know what a curse sounds like in Parseltongue, he also reverts to Parseltongue when in pain.” Harry scowled slightly “Great another thing I have with his-royal-pain-in-the-ass Voldemort,” he grumbled.

Severus’ smile faded and he sighed, “Harry there is something I have to tell you, but I want you to be comfortable when I do, it will shock you. So, why don’t you take a shower and I’ll get a house-elf to bring you to me when you are done, I’ll tell you then, ok?” Harry nodded in acceptance and Severus showed him where the bathroom was, then he headed for the door.

He paused with his hand on the door knob and turned to regard Harry, “I’ll send a house-elf up with some clothes, we can’t have you wearing your cousins cast-offs now can we!” Harry blushed, and stared at the ground sadly “Thank you, but I don’t wish to be a burden,” he said sincerely.

Severus’ eyes flashed, he hated those damn Dursleys, but he brushed it off as he walked over to Harry, who was staring at the floor as if it was the most interesting thing he had ever seen, Severus sighed and tilted the kids head up so he was looking him in the eyes “Harry, you are not a burden, and anyone who says you are, are so far beneath your notice that they should be six feet under, anyone who says that to you is evil and mean! Do you understand little one?” Harry nodded, “Good, now go have your shower and I’ll talk to you after.” Severus squeezed his shoulder gently before leaving.


Sunday 3rd of June, 2001
1.45 PM
Location Unknown

Harry exited the bathroom feeling refreshed and dressed in stunning robes of black silk embroidered with Chinese symbols in white. His hair was longer now and hung to his shoulders his bangs framing his pale face perfectly.

He started slightly when a house-elf appeared in front of him with a pop. “I am Dainty sir. I have been given the honour to be sir’s personal House-elf, anything you need sir just click you fingers and Dainty will come, but for now I have been told to bring you down to the dinning room by Master Severus. Follow me, if you will.”

Eventually after climbing a staircase and traversing through a few corridors Harry found himself and Dainty standing outside a door. Dainty knocked and was told to enter, Harry followed. They entered what appeared to be a sitting room, well furnished, with a few bookcases lining the walls. The room itself was dark and cosy, red being the predominate colour, surprisingly. There were two armchairs with the backs to Harry, but they were obviously occupied as evidenced by the glasses of wine on the coffee table in front of the chairs. He hesitated, not knowing if he wanted to see who was occupying them.

Dainty seeing Harry’s hesitance grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the front of the chairs. Then the house-elf decided to push him in front of them. Harry shot a glare at Dainty but she was gone. So the stood there in front of the two chairs. Too afraid to look up his head was bowed and his eyes fixed firmly on the rug, his lip held firmly between his teeth.

“Oh Harry, don’t be afraid, we don’t bite! Take a seat and stop biting your lip for a second so we can talk.” Harry did as he was bid without looking up once. He stared at his hands resting innocently on his knees. There was an exasperated sigh from somewhere in front of him. “Harry, child, could you please look up?” Harry shook his head. “Why?” asked the voice Harry recognized as Severus’. Harry just shrugged helplessly. There was a rustle of fabric and a pair of feet appeared in Harry’s line of vision his head was lifted up and he found himself staring at Severus, who smiled

“Now that wasn’t so hard now was it?”
Harry didn’t reply, he just looked into Severus’ eyes with something akin to fear. Severus was concerned.

“What’s wrong Harry?” Harry again didn’t reply, he didn’t want to admit to being afraid. He was afraid;
Afraid, that if he looked at the other chair, he would see the face of his parent’s murderer.

Afraid that if he looked over at the other chair he would find himself staring into red eyes as a voice whispered crucio or Avada Kedavra.

Really he was just plain scared.

And Harry had learned at an early age that to show fear was to admit defeat, and that was most defiantly a bad thing with his… the Dursleys around.

But Severus could read the fear in the child’s eyes. He turned his head and seemed to stare at the other person in the room as if for reassurance. Turning back to Harry he addressed him. “Harry we need to talk. It’s about your Parents.”

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What do you think, should I be mean and end it here? Gets pelted with tomatoes.
“Guess not.”
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Harry nodded for Severus to continue. Severus sighed, “Harry you have got to promise me not to be mad and hear me out the whole way true, Okay?” Harry nodded so Severus continued.

“Harry, it has recently come to my attention that, sixteen years ago, a horrible plan had come to play and a lot of people have suffered greatly from it, some more so than others. This all started sixteen years ago on a very special night, the Night my first child was brought into this world. It was a boy, a very beautiful boy that Tom and I cherished with all our hearts. The month and a half following the birth of my baby were some of the happiest in my life.

Unfortunately all good things most come to an end, it seems. Tragedy struck on the 44th night of my Baby’s life, my little darling was found in his crib, eyes closed, as if in sleep, never to open again. ‘Cot Death’ had torn apart my happy little family.” Here Severus paused as if lost in memories of mourning and grief. He took a deep shuddering breath and continued.

“I did not know at the time that somewhere else, distant from my home, a couple’s memory had been modified and they went to wake a child that was not their own. I did not know that at the time when I was grieving for my baby the world was rejoicing in the birth of the prophesied savoir, the one to rid the world of evil. No. That’s not right, that’s not where the story starts, it starts many years before that at the fall of a Dark Lord. I know you heard the stories of Dumbledore’s miraculous defeat of Grindelwald, but it’s not true Harry, darling, because Albus Dumbledore did not vanquish the Dark Lord Grindelwald, Tom Riddle did.”

He raised his hand forestalling any arguments Harry opened his mouth to give.

“Don’t Harry, just let me continue. As I was saying, Albus used Tom as one of his many pawns promising him glory and saying he would adopt Tom. Tom being the lonely orphan that he was followed him blindly, doing what was asked of him and when the deed was done, he was tossed away like… like a rag doll. Dumbledore took all the credit and Tom was sent back to the orphanage. Tom turned to the Dark Arts purely to get revenge on Dumbledore, but Dumbledore found out and used it to his favour, he staged attacks on muggles impersonating Voldemort. He made Tom what he is today, he made him a dark lord. I tell you this to show what kind of a man Dumbledore is, and to give you some insight into what Tom is truly like.

There’s more, I’m sorry Harry but this next bit is going to shock you: My baby never truly died, somebody else’s did but they were made forget. Lily and James Potter had a baby on the 31st of July Sixteen years ago, their baby, Harry James Potter, died quietly in his sleep the next day of natural causes. James was devastated and ran to tell his advisor, Dumbledore. Dumbledore being the cunning man that he was came up with a plan and advised James not to tell anyone about his son’s death.

Apparently Dumbledore had a spy in our midst a spy that was close enough to us that he could steal our baby and replace him with another baby under a glamour. There’s still more though.
All Hallows Eve the next year, Tom got whiff of a plan that Dumbledore was going to kill the Potters Tom went there to stop him, he was too late: the Potters were both dead and Dumbledore was just about to kill you when Tom interrupted.

They bantered and then duelled Tom gained the upper hand but when he sent the killing curse he missed and hit you, it rebounded and hit him, because the only condition of the Killing curse is that you are not able to use it on direct relations, Tom and I only found this out recently when I stole a certain evil Bastards diary, Don’t ask! So I guess that’s all really, well in regards to you anyway. Soooooooooo…”

Severus looked a little bit nervous as he sat in his seat, “You hate us now, don’t you?” and without even waiting for Harry’s answer he started to cry, “Oh God you hate us! You hate us! See Tom I told you he would hate us! We are the worst parents alive!” Severus started bawling, shocking the hell out of Harry and earning him a sharp look from Tom, (who he was too shocked to be Afraid of now.) the look clearly stated ‘Do something NOW!’.

Harry started forward with a little apprehension, and moved towards the sobbing man “Professor?” he said trying to get the older man’s attention, to no avail “Snape?” no answer, “Severus?” Nope, didn’t work either “Severus?… Sev!… Professor!... DAD!” he screamed the last part in irritation, it got the man’s attention, “Please sir, I don’t hate you, how could I, it seems as though you suffered enough, but you’ll have to give me awhile to get used to the idea.” Severus nodded “I want for you to be my son but if you feel as if you can’t we will modify your memory and let you live in blissful ignorance. The choice dear heart is yours, choose wisely.” With the help of his husband Severus exited the room to give his son time to think, confidant that his son would make the right choice.

Sitting in the chair Severus had just vacated Harry thought back to the night before when Severus had held him while he slept, how nice he had been this morning and the look Sev had given him the night before. He thought about all that Severus had revealed and made his decision, jumping out of the chair, Harry ran out of the room and in the direction he thought his parents had gone. He kept running until his saw their figures ahead and sped up “Dad!” he shouted, not noticing the word coming naturally to him.

Severus turned around, he was sure he had heard Harry’s voice calling to him and sure enough there he was running straight for them.
Harry stopped in front of his parents and said the words they had been longing to hear since finding out their son was alive “I want to be your son,” Severus felt like his heart was going to burst, tears of joy rolled down his face as he embraced his son. The moment was only complete when Tom pulled them into his arms as well.

(A.N. I’m sooooooo tired it’s 4:34am and I haven’t been asleep yet so night)

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