The Life and Times of a Dark Lord

Disclaimer: All rights to the characters of Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling and any of her business partners. I am merely playing with them for my own amusement…and hopefully yours as well. This disclaimer will carry on throughout the entirety of this fiction---because I do not feel like typing it out every single time I write a chapter.

Warnings: This work will be slash. That means Male/Male sexual relations. This is also an Alternate Universe fiction (AU). If you do not like that, then do not read this. Any and all flames will be used for making toast. Also this will be very adult content as well. You can expect rape, murder, subterfuge and other nasty elements as well as the over use of the word fuck. Again if this offends you…piss off. Also unlike some authors I will not respond to reviews in the text of the story. This story will be long enough as it is. Finally there will be spoilers from all seven of the books, however, they may appear randomly.

Summery: Harry Potter, yes the boy-who-lived, is raised by his uncle Severus Snape, is sorted into Slytherin house, and then defeats Voldemort. Only to become the Darkest Dark Lord to ever rule Britain, fortunately for everyone else his lover Draco Malfoy (and Malfoy-Potter after their marriage) somehow manages to keep him sane.

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The Life and Times of a Dark Lord

Prologue: 15th January 2099

He was old, sick and tired. The past hundred and nineteen years had not been as kind as he had hoped they would be. Naturally after the conclusion of Voldemort’s War, as it was called now. Lord Harry Potter had had a bit of a break, except for the occasional Light or Dark lordling who wished to unseat him as undisputed Lord of the Realm of Britannia. All during those hundred and nineteen years he had help too, either from his Uncle Severus, and later from his husband Draco. It was for Draco that he dragged his sick, indeed dieing body from his sickbed to be in the cold rainy January weather in Wiltshire. Today was the day that his husband would be laid to rest in the embrace of his ancestors. Harry knew that he would be joining him soon as well. Thankfully their ashes would be side by side through eternity. It was Narcissa’s dieing wish and Draco’s order as holder of the Wizengamot seat that was permanently reserved for the Malfoys as a pure-blood family.


“Dad. Their bringing father. Its time.” Albus Severus Malfoy-Potter said resolutely. Albus Severus, who now held the seat previously held by Draco on the Wizengamot, and owner of S & S Apothecary on Diagon Ally waited on his father. He couldn’t help but notice that he was overlooking the final resting spot of Narcissa Malfoy, his grandmother. The Mausoleum plaque reading

Narcissa Black Malfoy, Loving Mother and Devoted Grandmother
Born 23 February 1955, Died 10 December 2067

Harry placed a white rose in the cup next to the plaque and then kissed the plaque. “Take care of him Cissy. I don’t know when I’ll be able to.” Harry suddenly began to weep.

“Dad. We have to go. Its time for the cremation.” Albus Severus said again, more urgently. Harry turned around and viewed his son, who looked very much like his other father except for the eyes, those striking green eyes which were unmistakeably his.

“I’m coming son. Is it such a crime for me to visit my Mother-In-Law while I’m here? I don’t know when or if I’ll have an other chance.” Harry said finally noticing the approach of his other son Scorpius Sirius, who looked exactly like Draco, except he had the Potter trademark hair-that-never-lays-flat-without-a-galleon-of-potion-on-it, as he got up from the stone bench he had been sitting on. Draco had had it installed some years ago when he went to visit his deceased relatives on Samhain and he already started to have bad arthritis in his knees and other joints.

“Dad. The Elves are finished with the pyre. I know you don’t want to come and do this. But you must, you were Father’s husband and you are still living--whether you want to be right now or not.” Scorpius said flatly.

Harry had finally risen and made his way with his cane. “Scorpius, you should try being a little more polite with me. I am still Lord of Britannia so you will have to wait for the fight that will naturally come between you and James. I hope you two will try to not destroy what your father and I have worked so long and hard to build.” Harry said leading the way to the pyre where Draco would be placed for the final funary rites.

“I will try to not allow that to happen Dad. But I cannot speak for James. He isn’t even in attendance for his own father’s funeral.” Scorpius said softly walking next to his dad Harry. He had always separated the two that way. Draco was always Father and Harry always Dad.

“I didn’t expect him to. He hasn’t had much to do with us since he declared Light. In fact he sent me a letter some ten years ago saying that he renounced his names both Potter and Malfoy. I never told you this before because it wasn’t relevant because so long as Draco lived I knew I would as well. However, after it is my turn, Scorpius you will hold the Potter Seat. After all James renouncing his names and taking the name Dumbledore naturally could only result in something very sinister for Britain.” Harry said.

Finally after a short walk they came to a large pyre of wood that had been covered in thick black tar. There was a wooden lift as well and Draco was laid out for the crowd gathered round to view the funeral and pay their last respects to the husband of Britain’s Lord.

Draco was laid out in fine silver and emerald robes. Indeed it appeared that he was merely asleep Harry the last to pay respects to the man who for forty years was Minister of Magic and for over sixty Chief Mugwump of the Wizengamot with a small kiss to the lips before he was lifted to the top most part of the pyre.

Finally Vincent Goyle, his grandson through his Daughter Lilly Narcissa Goyle nee Malfoy-Potter, said the final words to the funeral rights and Harry pulled his wand and cast Incendio to light the fire. And so burned the body of his only love and his husband of ninety-nine years.

As the fire died down in the evening there would only be ashes as remains that the house-elves would scoop up and place in an urn to be deposited in the Malfoy Family Mausoleum. Harry and his family then retired to Malfoy Manor where Harry planned on remaining for a long time to come.

Later that evening after discussing the matter with his only daughter Lilly. Harry had come to the conclusion that it was best for all of wizard kind that he store his memories of his life in the pensive. That way the world might not make the same mistakes that they did with him when dealing with lords without a direct line.

‘I think I should start at the beginning then.’ Harry thought to himself as he placed his wand to his temple and drew out a silvery thread, and placed it into a small vial labelled Severus Snape’s Memories.