Saving Me

Title: Saving Me
Author: Angela
Warnings: Abuse, Anal, D/s, H/C, HJ, Language, M/M, N/C, OC, Oral, SoloM, Violence, WIP
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, but I do own the twins, Galen and Alexis. Harry Potter is the work of the very talented J. K. Rowling.
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Harry sat in the corner of the basement room he had been locked in. He was shaking from the cold air that always seemed to be swirling in the damp, dark room, and from the fear of his uncle returning. Ever since he had returned from Hogwarts, he had been locked down here.

His uncle, aunt, and cousin now wanted nothing to do with him, other than to beat and rape him. He was afraid to move in fear he would feel the pain of his uncle’s actions. Although he never came out of the basement, everything that happened, was his fault.

All his school things had been burned and he had to watch as they used Hedwig and his Firebolt to start the flames. They burned everything, including his photo album, his invisibility cloak, and his wand.

He had no sense of time down here. He never knew when it was day or night. His uncle had been fired from the drill factory and had blamed Harry, leading him down here in the dark. Harry had no sleep down here. He was afraid of what would happen if his uncle caught him asleep. He slipped from consciousness after a few of the beatings, but that was all the rest he received.

He was in agonizing pain. His glasses had been broken, so he couldn’t see properly, he was wearing ripped clothing, the very same clothing he had worn on the Hogwarts Express to come here for the summer.

Somewhere in his mind, he heard the doorbell ring, but he didn’t pay any mind to it. it had nothing to do with him, or so he thought. Not even ten minutes had past since his last beating and rape and he could feel the pain blinding him. There was no reprieve.

He heard shouting, but he didn’t care. He cared for nothing but the endless, blinding pain that swirled in his very mind and body. He heard something hit the floor, but it made no difference to him.

Only then, when he heard the basement door open, did it concern him. His uncle couldn’t have been back now! It was too soon, at least he thought it was. He didn’t know anymore. How long had past since his last beating/raping?

He heard footsteps coming toward him, and the shaking increased. He was frightened. He was frightened beyond belief.

“Harry?” a soothing man voice asked softly. Harry looked up at him startled. Was that his name? He tilted his head and remembered, yes, Harry was his name. he was Harry James Potter.

He felt a gentle hand touch his shoulder, being mindful of the cuts and bruises that littered his small, frail body. As soon as the hand made contact, Harry whimpered in fear and cringed away.

“What have they done to you little one?” the voice asked. Harry looked up to see a tall man with shoulder length gently waving black hair, pale skin, and crimson red eye. Eyes that looked so familiar, but Harry couldn’t place them. The man had a stick in his hand, a wand, Harry remembered. The man waved the wand, and Harry blissfully sank to unconsciousness.

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Harry woke off and on for the next few days. The pain was slowly receding and he was remembering things. His sight had been fixed by one of the millions of potions he was receiving a day.

The man with the red eyes was by his bed every time he awoke. They would stare at each other, before the man gave him a potion that had him asleep within seconds. He was still always tired, but he was actually sleeping.

He was now staying conscious for a few hours at a time, so the people healing him allowed him to eat broth and drink tea. Both soothed his scratching voice from the affect all the screaming he had done had on it.

One day, he saw the red eyed man and asked a question that had been bothering him since he arrived here. “Who are you?” he asked in a soft voice.

“You know who I am Harry.” The man replied with a soothing voice.

Harry searched his memories for every seeing the red eyed man, and then he remembered where he had seen those crimson eyes before. “Voldemort.” He breathed. He wasn’t afraid. If Voldemort wanted to kill him, he’d embrace the sweet release of death. “Are you going to kill me?” Harry asked in a small, frightened voice. While he was not afraid of death, he was afraid of the torture that was sure to come before.

“No Harry. I’m not going to kill you. I’m going to give you a choice.” Voldemort said in a soothing voice. Harry looked down at the sheets covering him. A soft, gentle hand pulled his head up to meet soft crimson eyes. “You can stay here and serve me, or you can go to Hogwarts and be sent back to the Dursleys.” Voldemort said.

“Serve you how?” Harry asked, slightly fearful.

“You will sleep in my room, you will eat with me, you will be protected from everything, and, when you’re ready, you will learn what it’s like to be loved. Do you want that Harry?” Voldemort asked.

Harry thought about it. Was it really that bad? Could he turn his back on everything he believed and his friends? The more he thought of his friends, the more he realized they didn’t truly care for him. The Order certainly didn’t care, or else them would have noticed that he wasn’t owling them every three days like he was supposed to. Ron and Hermione hadn’t owled him at all. He looked at Voldemort and saw concern in those bright crimson eyes; concern for him. That was something he never thought he’d see. He nodded and he saw Voldemort smile. It wasn’t an evil malicious smile, but a soft, reassuring smile.

“Then come with me.” Voldemort said. He helped Harry out of the bed and handed him a black robe. Harry followed Voldemort through the hallways and down many, many steps. As the walked, Voldemort told him things. “You will call me master when you speak to me, okay?” he asked. Harry nodded and said, “Yes, master.”

They reached what looked like a doctor’s examining room and Voldemort pick Harry up and placed him of the table.

A woman with blonde hair walked into the room and spoke with Voldemort for a few seconds. When she looked at him, he looked down at the floor. He wasn’t worthy to make eye contact. His uncle taught him that. “Why do you look at the floor child?” the woman asked.

“I’m not worthy to look into your eyes.” Harry whispered, hoping they wouldn’t hear him. He heard a soft sigh come from next to him, and then he was looking into Voldemort's eyes.

“Never say that. You are more worthy than anyone. Whatever your uncle told you is wrong.” Voldemort said in such a voice, that Harry believed him.

“Yes master.” Harry said in a small, child voice. Voldemort sighed once more and picked Harry up. He placed him on his lap as he sat down on the table Harry had been sitting on. He hugged Harry to him and gently rubbed his back in a reassuring way. Harry sighed and snuggled closer to Voldemort. This was what it is like to be cared for. Harry thought with a sigh.

“Harry, I’m Narcissa Malfoy, I’m going to be looking over you to make sure you’re okay physically. Okay?” the blonde woman said softly to Harry.

“Yes madam.” Harry said, still not looking at the woman in front of him. Although he believed what his master said, not looking at people had been pounded (quite literally) into his mind. It was not that easy to forget.

“Please child, call me Narcissa.” The blonde said. Harry shook his head and mumbled something that sounded like ‘not me, not a freak like me’.

Hearing this made Voldemort furious. “Pet,” he said in a relatively calm voice, although there was a sharp undertone about it. “I want you to tell me who called you a freak.”

Harry's eyes, though still focused on the floor, widen and he began to shake fearfully. No one was supposed to know about his home life. the last time a kind person saw a bruise in the shape of Vernon’s fingers, they called the police and Harry had to tell the police that his family didn’t do it, that one of his friends at school had pulled his arm when they were playing a game. The police bought it, but the damage had been done. Harry had been beaten within an inch of his life. the pain he had felt had been the worst he had ever felt, but that was in the past. While he wanted to believe that Vernon couldn’t hurt him here, it was in his mind that Vernon could find him where ever he was.

“Harry.” He heard his name being called and looked up in surprise. The voice held concern and…fear? Fear for him? He wasn’t used to that. He was used to people fearing him because he was a freak, but the fear for him was something completely new. He didn’t know how to react to it. he wanted to hide away from it. It was new, and new had always been associated with pain.

“Harry, who told you that you were a freak?” Voldemort asked his voice soft and full of emotion.

“I can’t…please don’t make me, master…he’ll find out, he always does…he can find me anywhere.” Harry was getting hysterical, and Voldemort instantly knew who had called his pet a freak.

“Harry, pet, listen to me, you are not a freak. You are the farthest thing from a freak. I told you that everything that your uncle told you was a lie. Will you listen to me?” Voldemort asked in a soothing voice.

Harry wanted to believe him. Oh god, he wanted to believe that it was all true, but they always left. No one ever truly cared for him. The just used him and threw him away when he wasn’t needed. “I want to master, but it’s too hard.” Harry said in a scared, child’s voice.

Voldemort sighed. He knew this was going to be hard. Harry was broken father than when he had been when he was in the orphanage, but he knew he could help Harry. He wanted to show his pet what it meant to be loved and cared for.

“Narcissa, I think we will continue this in the morning. It is late and I need to get Harry to bed.” Voldemort said as he placed Harry on the floor and stood up. They both walked out of the room, Harry a few steps behind Voldemort until he grasped Harry hand in soothing grip and smiled slightly when Harry tried to get closer to him as they walked back to Voldemort's rooms.

When they walked into Voldemort's room, he told Harry to sit on the bed. Voldemort walked over to kneel in front of Harry. As he began to unbutton the buttons on the black robe Harry had been wearing, he watched Harry's face. As expected, Harry's face showed fear for a moment, before his face registered resignation, only the fearful shaking of the boy was any alert to his pet’s emotions.

Voldemort was not pleased with the resignation. He wanted Harry to enjoy his touch, not shrink away from it. “Harry,” he said grabbing Harry's chin as the boy moved to lower his head, “I will not hurt you. I want you to heal, but in order for that to happen, you need to trust that I will not force you into anything. Okay?” he asked looking Harry in the eyes.

“Yes master.” Harry said in a slightly fearful voice as he returned to his mind. Voldemort finished unbuttoning the robe and slipped it from Harry's slender form.

“I want you to get used to the felling of skin on skin, so you will sleep only in pajama pants.” Voldemort said sliding Harry into the cotton pants, before changing into his own pajama pants.

Harry slid under the silk sheets and curled up in a ball as close to the edge as he could get without falling off the bed entirely. Voldemort saw this and sighed as he climbed into the bed himself. “Harry, uncurl and come towards the middle of the bed.” He instructed.

“Yes master.” Harry said, his voice shaking slightly. He lay on his side and scooted closer to the middle, but it was still too far away for Voldemort's liking. He sighed and placed an arm over Harry's waist and pulled him so that Harry's back was pressed against Voldemort's chest. Harry stiffened in fear and Voldemort gently stroked Harry's arm in a soothing manner.

“Harry, relax. I told you I wouldn’t force you into anything you didn’t want and I won’t, but I need you to get used to human contact once more, or you will grow cold.” Voldemort said, still stroking Harry's arm, but moving said arm back to Harry's waist where he rubbed soothing circles into the skin. After a few moments, Harry relaxed and calmed down.

Voldemort pulled the covers over them and said goodnight before waving his hand and turning off the lights. Before falling asleep though, he felt Harry turn and snuggle closer to Voldemort and burying his face in Voldemort's chest. For the first time in years, Voldemort fell asleep with a small, barely noticeable smile on his pale face.

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Harry awoke to the most wonderful feeling of being curled up against something warm, though a bit hard. He tried to snuggle in closer to it, but froze instantly when the warm thing began to rumble with what sounded like a chuckle. When he began to lean away, gentle, but firm hands tightened on his waist and kept him from moving. It didn’t pull him any closer, but it didn’t allow him to pull away.

“Why do you wish to pull away, little one?” a soft, soothing voice asked in curiosity and concern. Harry still wasn’t use to the concern being in the man’s voice. It took a while to remember what had happened the day before, but when he did, he tried to relax.

“I don’t know master.” Harry answered in barely more than a whisper. He heard a sigh and then felt the bed leave him. He froze instantly as he realized Voldemort had rolled them over and was now underneath a confused, but terrified Harry.

Voldemort, noticing Harry's tensing, sighed and rubbed his back in a soothing manner. “Harry, pet, relax. You know I will not hurt you.” Voldemort said in a gentle voice and smiled when Harry relaxed and buried his head in Voldemort's chest.

They stayed like that for a while when Voldemort heard Harry gasp. “What’s wrong pet?” Voldemort asked in concern. He felt Harry shift a bit before answering.

“It’s hard.” Harry whimpered. Voldemort lifted Harry so they were both sitting in the bed, Harry on Voldemort's lap.

“What’s hard?” he asked looking at Harry's bright red face.

“My cock.” Harry said and blushed a bit more.

“That has never happened before?” he asked in shock. Harry shook his head no. “Have you ever had an orgasm before?” he asked.

“No, my uncle told me those were bad.” Harry said in a small, frightened voice.

“Well, we are going to have to fix that, now aren’t we?” Voldemort said as he laid Harry on the bed and lay next to him. “Now, I need you to relax and give into the feeling. I will not hurt you.” he said as his hand slipped below the waist line of Harry's pajama pants.

Harry tensed at this and Voldemort frowned. “Ah, ah, pet. I told you to relax. You don’t want me to punish you do you?” he asked, reaching his prize.

“No master.” Harry said as he relaxed. He trusted his master to take care of him. He gasped as he felt his master’s hand touch the engorged flesh of his cock. He whimpered as his master continued to stroke his member. He felt a coil begin to curl and it was a strange feeling. He felt himself giving into what his master was doing to him. He had never felt this before. He had no idea what he was feeling. “Master,” he gasped out, “what is this feeling?” he inquired, looking into his master’s soothing red eyes.

“Is it a good feeling, or a bad feeling?” Voldemort asked and stopped stroking his pet’s cock. He didn’t want Harry to be frightened any farther away than he already was.

“It feels good, but master, please don’t stop!” Harry rushed out wanting the feeling he was having, to never stop.

Voldemort smiled softly at his pet and continued his ministrations. “If it feels good, then it’s called pleasure and I want you to give into the feeling. Lose yourself to it. Think of nothing but what my hand it doing and all the pleasure you’re feeling. Can you do that for me?” he asked reveling in the wonderful sounds his pet was making. He was aroused as well and slid his free hand into his own pants and began stroking himself to the sounds of his pet.

“Yes master.” Harry replied and lost himself in the feeling of the delicious friction the hand of his master created. Voldemort watched his pet lose himself in the pleasure. Harry was moaning and thrusting into his hand. He began shaking, and with one, loud scream of “Master”, Harry came hard, his master coming soon after from the feel of Harry's cum on his hand.

Voldemort held Harry as he came down from his orgasmic high. He cast a cleaning charm, then a simple tempus and saw it was nearing two in the morning. He decided they could use a few more hours of sleep. He pulled the covers back over them and smiled softly when Harry consciously snuggled into him and they both fell asleep in silent bliss.

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When Harry awoke a few hours later, he didn’t flinch away from the body he was curled around. Instead, he snuggled closer to it, but blushed when he heard his master chuckle. “Sorry master, I though you were still asleep.” Harry said looking into his master’s crimson red eyes.

As he stared into his master’s eyes, he found himself moving forward and before he realized it, his lips were on his master’s. When he realized he was kissing his master, he pulled back, his eyes wide, and he began to apologize. “Oh, master, I’m sorry! I wasn’t thinking. Please forgive me master. I swear it won’t…” Harry was cut off when his master placed a finger over his lips.

“Pet, Harry, I’m not mad that you kissed me. I want you to enjoy and crave my touch. If anything, I’m mad that you pulled away.” Voldemort said and saw his pet’s shy smile, before he moved in and captured his pet’s lips in a sweet and gentle kiss that made Harry moan.

Harry's mind couldn’t comprehend what was happening. He gasped in shock when he realized that his master was kissing him and that he had moaned. His master, always the true Slytherin, took advantage of Harry's open mouth and slid his warm, velvety tongue in and began to map out Harry's mouth.

The kiss was heating up when there came a knock on their door. His master pulled away with obvious reluctance and opened the door, allowing Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, and two girls who looked rather familiar in their bed room. Harry made sure he was covered up before listening to the conversation.

“My Lord, these two girls wished to speak with you.” Lucius explained. He shot Harry a small smile before moving. Harry now had a good view of the two girls and gasped when he recognized them immediately.

His master spun around and looked at him in confusion, but mainly concern and protectiveness. “Pet, what’s wrong?” he asked, the concern coloring his tone.

“Sorry master, but I know those two.” Harry explained looked at his two adopted daughters, Alexis and Galen.

“Daddy!” Alexis and Galen yelled and ran to their father. They jumped up and sat at the bottom of the bed.

The twins had come to Harry on his seventeenth birthday and begged him to take them. He agreed so the two eight year olds were now his daughters. They had lived with him in silence for a bit over the summer, but that was before he was locked in the basement. He sent the girls away for a bit, but he didn’t know where they were. He was just happy they were with him once more.

“Is there something you wish to tell me pet?” his master asked in a deceptively calm voice. Harry flinched back at the voice, but his eight year olds were quicker to answer.

“Don’t get mad at daddy! He doesn’t need you mad at him. It’s our fault anyway, please!” they begged looking at the Dark Lord in fear. Not for them, but for their father.

“Please little ones, explain.” Lucius said.

“Well, not that long ago, our parents died in a fire. It was awful, and it was all because our parents supported you.” Alexis said. She was obviously the braves of the two.

“And how, pray tell, did you end up with Harry and are calling him ‘daddy’?” Severus asked.

“Well, we would have gone with our brother, but he said he didn’t want brats like us, so we had heard so much about Daddy, that we thought we’d talk to him. He agreed to adopt us and once the papers were filled out, we lived with him in secret. We didn’t like it when his Uncle hit him, but we knew we couldn’t do anything yet. Well, a few days ago, he sent us away. We hid in a muggle hotel with the money he gave us and waited till now. We were coming to you for help. We saw Daddy’s Uncle drag him into the basement, and we thought he was going to die.” Alexis continued, tears in her hazel eyes.

“The only followers I had that died in a fire were the Zabini’s. Well, that makes sense, they did have to twins.” Voldemort mused.

He looked at Galen, who hadn’t spoken a word to him since she arrived. “Please forgive my sister. She is very shy and doesn’t talk much.” Alexis said in her sister’s defense.

“Excuse me sir,” a small, timid voice asked bringing the Dark Lord’s attention back to the silent girl, “do you have a library?” she asked.

Harry's laugher made Voldemort look in surprise, his pet had barley even smiled, but now he was laughing at such an innocent question.

“Galen, of all the questions you could have asked, that was the one you thought of?” Harry asked his daughter in amusement.

“What, the library we were at wouldn’t let me read any of the good books.” Galen complained.

“Yeah Daddy, they said we had to stay in the kids section because that was our reading level. Like they know our reading level.” Alexis grumbled, glaring at the floor as if it were the librarian.

“Meeeeeeow!” everyone jumped at the sound of a pissed off cat except for the twins.

“Scavok! We told you not to come!” the twins said in annoyance.

A tuxedo cat with glowing green eyes entered the room and jumped on the bed. Voldemort opened his mouth, preparing to kick everyone out of the room, when Galen's stomach let out a growl and the eight year old blushed scarlet red in embarrassment.

Alexis and Galen moved to give their daddy a hug, but as they neared, Harry flinched away from the contact. The girls looked at each other, sadness evident in their eyes as they shared a brief message, before they left the room. “Lucius, Severus, go and led the twins to the dinning room for breakfast.” Voldemort instructed. The blonde and brunette quickly left after the two girls.

“Master,” Harry asked in a quiet, timid voice that reminded Voldemort of Galen, “Can they live here with us? I mean, they won’t get in the way, and they’re really quiet, so…” Harry was once again cut off by his master’s lips pressing against his own.

“Relax pet,” Voldemort said once he released his pet’s lips. “They can stay.” He said and smiled when his pet hugged him. “Come, we must get to the dinning room. Now listen, my followers will not harm you, so please don’t fear them. You will see a few people you know.” Voldemort explained as he placed clothing in front of Harry.

“Yes master.” Harry said and dressed in the black trousers and a plain, dark Slytherin green silk shirt. He pulled on the robe over the chosen outfit. Harry hopped off the bed and followed his master to the dinning room.

When he entered, he saw a long table, most of the seats already taken. Voldemort led Harry to the chair at the head of the table and pulled Harry into his lap once he sat down. The seat on the right of his master was empty; next to it was Narcissa, then Draco, then two empty seats, then McNair, then two more empty seats. The seat at the other end of the table, opposite of his master’s chair was empty; next to it sat Fenrir, then Goyle Sr., Crabbe Sr., Wormtail, Rasbastan, Rodolphus, Bellatrix, and the last seat, to his master’s left, was unoccupied.

A few minutes later, two red heads entered and took the seats next to McNair. Harry's eyes widened in shock. “Fred, George!?” he exclaimed.

“Well hello…” Fred started.

“…little brother…”

“…we’re glad to…”

“…see you…”

“…awake.” They finished together.

“What did I tell the two of you about doing that in my presence?” Harry's master asked in an amused voice.

“Not to, but that is why we do it!” the twins yell together. Harry cracked a small smile, but that faded at the sight of the next two people. A tall, worn looking man with light brown hair walked in and smiled at Harry.

“Remi…” Harry breathed and his master let him up to speak with his long time friend. They were about to speak when a voice Harry longed to hear said in a mock hurt voice,

“Hey, what about me?” Harry looked around Remi and saw none other than Sirius Black. Tears began pooling in his eyes and he looked at his eyes. “Don’t I get a hug?” Siri asked in confusion. He had expected his godson to launch himself at him.

He walked forward to Harry, but Harry quickly stepped back. He wasn’t used to people walking to him and flinched when Siri placed a hand on him. He spun around and ran back to his master.

His master picked him up and placed him on his lap. He gently stroked his pet’s back as he hid his face in his master’s chest.

Siri looked hurt, but Voldemort motioned him to sit down. “As you can see, Harry doesn’t like to be touched. He was beaten and raped at his muggle relatives, and he is afraid of all human contact. I have been working on him which is why he craves my touch. He knows I will not hurt him.” Voldemort explained as he continued to stroke his pet’s back.

He froze when he heard his pet purr, but then continued anyway. They all sat for a few more minutes, before Lucius and Severus entered and walked to their seats. Standing in the doorway were Alexis and Galen, holding hands.

Harry looked at the two. They looked the same as they did when Harry first saw them. Alexis Marie Potter and Galen Sophia Potter were their full names. Their slightly curly, sandy brown hair flowed down a bit past their shoulder blades. Their hazel eyes were never without a mischievous glint, but tended to be wide and innocent. They were both pretty short for their age and rather pale, but not sickly pale. They were very intelligent and tended to be rather sarcastic when the situation suited them, but they were usually quiet. They were also empathic and Seers. When they got visions, they didn’t speak them, they either wrote them down, or drew them.

They could read really fast and could comprehend what they read rather easily. Galen was a natural at singing and playing to piano. She could also get into tight and small spaces. Alexis could play the violin and cello and climb a wall faster than anyone Harry knew.

Galen, seeing the crowd in the dinning room, slid slightly behind her sister and looked around Alexis. Harry smiled a bit. Although the two were twins, their personalities were so different. Alexis was very bold and not afraid to speak her mind, while Galen was shyer and more timid, and tended to fade into her sister’s shadow to hide.

Alexis looked around and saw that the chair at the end of the table was empty and pulled her sister along with her to the seat. They were soon followed by the cat, Scavok. The two were small enough that they both could sit side by side in the same seat. Scavok jumped on their laps, and then proceeded to jump onto the table.

“Scavok! Get off the table!” everyone stared in shock. Not only had the twins said it, but Harry said it as well, and none of them were looking at said cat. Scavok glared at the three of them before jumping back into Alexis and Galen's laps and promptly fell asleep.

Alexis and Galen looked at each other, and then rolled their eyes. “Well, do you have any ideas?” Alexis asked her sister as they ate. They weren’t really paying attention to the fact that everyone in the room was listening to their conversation.

“Not really.” Galen replied in a small voice.

“Sissy, you know we need to think.” Alexis said. “Now, we still have money so we could go back to the hotel. The nice reception lady had said she would bring us dinner tonight.”

“Yes, but I don’t want to put her out, I think we shouldn’t over stay our welcome. Think of something else.” Galen said, dropping her fork onto her plate and giving Alexis her full attention.

“I suppose you’re right. Well…maybe we could try someone in here; we could always work our keep.” Alexis suggested, turning to face Galen. Harry noticed that they never let go of the other’s hand.

“True, but whom?” questioned Galen.

“How about the Malfoys? Their manor is really big…I think.” Alexis said, her eyes narrowed in thought.

“But Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy already have Draco, I don’t want us to be a burden and get in the way.” Galen said with her usually low self-esteem.

“Yeah, and we don’t look enough like house elves to help out. Well…what about him? Daddy’s godfather?” Alexis pointed to Sirius, who was stuffing his face and pay no attention, earning himself a smack to the back of the head by Remus.

“But he lives here sissy.” Galen said with a small smile.

“I know, but he has that place. What did daddy call it? Oh right, Number 12 Grimmauld Place. We could stay there.” Alexis said excitedly.

“No,” Galen immediately turned down the suggestion, “the Order of the Phoenix lives there and I don’t like them. They were bad to daddy.”

“Bugger. And I suppose Remi is staying here too since Siri’s here. I don’t know McNair, do you?” Alexis questioned looking thoughtfully.

“No.” was the reply.

“All right. We can’t go with Gred and Feorge, even if they’re daddy’s friends. They still live with the Weasleys.” Harry saw the twins beam at the names.

“Skip Fenrir, he scares me. And Crabbe and Goyle, they’re too…what’s the word?” Galen asked moving her hand as if trying to get the answer from the air.

“Thuggish.” Supplied Alexis.

“Thank you.”

“No problem sissy. And Wormtail’s just…Wormtail. I don’t like him.” Alexis said looking back to her sister.

“Me neither…he smells.” Harry heard his master snicker a bit. He was curious to see why his daughters were talking about leaving.

“Like a rat.” Agreed Alexis.

“What about the LeStranges?” offered Galen.

“Bellatrix is kinda creepy; she has that glint in her eye. What about Severus?” gesturing to the last remaining person at the table.

“Umm…maybe?” Galen said hesitantly.

“He lives alone, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind too much.” Persuaded Alexis.

“But what if he doesn’t like kitties?” Harry smiled at that and tried to picture Severus with a cat.

“Scavok can sleep outside, he has before. And we would be out of his way.” Alexis said.

“I think he lives here now though. So we can’t exactly live with him.” Finished Galen.

“Drat. There’s an orphanage down the street.” Harry felt his master stiffen at the words, as he did himself.

“But what if the kids don’t like us?” Galen asked in a small scared voice.

“That’s never stopped us before. And we’ll have food and shelter.” Alexis said convincingly.

“But what if they don’t let us keep Scavok?” Galen had fear in her voice at losing the cat on their lap.

“You know him; he’ll find some way to stay close. Like sleeping on the roof…” Alexis trailed off with a pensive look.

“But I don’t want to stay in an orphanage.” Galen supplied timidly.

“Ahh, well…there’s only one other person I can think of…” began Alexis.

“No! I refuse! I don’t like him!” yelled Galen.

“I know sissy, I don’t either….but we don’t know anyone else. He—.” Alexis was cut off by a frantic looking Galen.

“No! I will not go near him! What if he tries to do the same thing he did to daddy on us?!” inquired Galen.

“But we have nowhere else to go; Dumbledore may be our last option.” Harry's eyes widened.

“No. Why can’t we just stay here?” Galen finished off quietly.

“Because daddy doesn’t want us anymore.” Stated Alexis.

The room froze in silence. All the forks and other silverware fell to the table as the room sat in shock. Then, all at once, the people in the room shouted…

“WHAT?!”

Alexis and Galen looked up in shock. They didn’t even realize anyone was listening to them. Galen pressed herself closer to the back of the chair and tightened her grip on Alexis' hand. Alexis, however, looked everyone in the eyes. “Well he wouldn’t let us hug him, he flinched away. So…he doesn’t want us anymore.”

Harry was shocked when he found himself alone on the chair, but moved to follow his master over to his daughters. “Don’t you two know why he didn’t hug you? He didn’t even let Sirius hug him, and Sirius was dead!” Voldemort said in soft voice.

“Really?” Galen asked, tears beginning to pool in her wide, innocent, hazel eyes.

“Yes, you two know I love you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have adopted you.” Harry said and took a deep breath, then proceeded to reach down and hug his daughters. He felt Galen's tears overflow and he held her tighter. He felt another pair of arms wrap around them all, and knew it was his master. Everything was so touching until…

“Ah ha! I knew you had a heart!” everyone looked at Alexis as she stared and pointed at Voldemort, before they all began laughing, tears streaming down their cheeks.

Voldemort smirked at her and ruffled her hair. “HEY!” she shouted and moved to put it back in place. He then looked down at Galen, who had a pensive look on her face.

“You okay little one?” he asked in concern. He felt like these two were his own daughters.

“You never told me if you had a library or not.” Galen said suddenly, looking up at Voldemort.

“Yeah! Where’s your library? And what are we going to call you? I can’t call you My Lord cause you’re not…but you are like some dictator…Are you Hitler?” Alexis asked randomly.

Voldemort stared at the two in shock. What did she just call him. “No, I’m not…Hitler.” He said in an incredulous voice.

“Oh, well, what can we call you. Hmm… you’re with Daddy, so you can be Papa!” Alexis said smiling at Voldemort, now dubbed Papa. His pet looked up at his with happiness, and he couldn’t say no.

“Okay, you two brats can call me Papa.” He responded, and then picked Harry up and walked them back to their seats.

“HEY! WHERE IS THE LIBRARY?” Galen and Alexis yelled at their retreating forms.

Papa sighed. “Sirius, Remus, please take the two monsters to the library.”

Alexis and Galen looked at each other before saying, “I’M A MONSTER…ROAR!” and then burst out laughing.

Harry couldn’t help but laugh. “Too much YouTube.” He muttered under his breath, before saying out loud, “And do you two have minions?” he asked, laughing.

“Yes,” Alexis said and picked Scavok up and held him close to her face, “Who’s my minion, who’s my minion? YOU ARE!” (Kudos to anyone who got that. Not you Megan, you thought of it.)

Sirius and Remus walked over to the twins and tapped them on the shoulder. Alexis looked at them and said, “Minions, lead!” and followed Sirius in a military march, while Galen took Remus' hand. When they reached the door, Galen stopped and looked back at the group seated at the table. She cocked her head to the side and then smiled before retaking Remus' hand and leaving the room.

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A few hours later could find the same group from breakfast, minus Fenrir, Crabbe, Goyle, Wormtail, the LeStranges and McNair, walking into the library. They sight they saw was quite amusing.

Galen and Remus were both reading, Remus sitting on the couch, with Galen curled up against him. Sirius and Alexis were out cold on the other couch, Alexis still clinging to the book in her hands while sprawled out on Sirius.

Harry looked at Galen, “What happened to those two?” he asked.

“Well, Alexis chased Siri around the room because he stole her book. She climbed up one of the ladders and jumped on his back. They returned to the couch and fell asleep.” Galen said without looking up from her book.

Alexis woke up and then looked around. She walked over to the table and pulled out a binder after seeing Daddy. “Daddy, I want you to read something I wrote. I’m calling it Demonic Prophecies and I hope to get it published one day!” she said handing her Daddy a paper.

~“They say I’ll get myself killed one of these days, wandering the back streets of Leodon at night, especially in such dismal rain. But when have any of their warnings proved adequate?

A small smile crept across my face. It’s amazing how the Eldars still believed me to be weak, even when I had so easily surpassed the most advanced heads of the Lore Society. Well, I thought turning onto a cobble-stoned street, the echoes of my boots lost in a roar of thunder, I’ll just have to prove my worth…again.

Ahead of me, illuminated by the flickering flames of the gaslights, a series of tall brick buildings appeared out of the gloom. They were ordinary shops, a few customers daring to venture into the treacherous weather, black umbrellas shielding them from the icy drops. I adjusted my own umbrella as I began to cross the street, the rattle of carriages sounding behind me in a hurry to reach their destination.

Beside me Devon adjusted the collar of his black coat, pulling the rim of his hat down over his face. I was forced to stifle a laugh; Devon had a habit of creating an air of mysticism whenever on the job. He hated showing others his identity. I don’t really blame him; our kind of work makes us the enemies of many, both human and demon. He sighed deeply, still obviously irritated with me. It’s not my fault he came along; no one invited him when I had decided to do a solo mission without the Eldar’s consent. Then again, we are partners.

“This is madness, Eilis. You should have waited until we gained clearance or at least had Fletcher ring up some equipment. How do you plan on catching the witch anyway?”

“Mary,” I corrected stopping once I reached the sidewalk. Devon turned to me, the raindrops staining his clothing into an even darker black.

“Fine then, how do you plan on capturing Mary when we have no weapons or ways of defense?”

“You should know by now Devon that I always bring something.” I said smiling as I reached into my jacket pocket. Carefully I withdrew a small flask filled with a green liquid, holding it out to him so he could see it better.
Devon shook his head after examining my little trinket. “Oxys fluid? Do you really expect that to be able to do anything?”

“It’ll serve my purpose,” I responded putting the flask back into my pocket and proceeding down the street.

“I knew I should have just locked you in your room.”

I laughed. “It wouldn’t have helped; I’d have found a way out.”

“Then I’d tie you to a chair while I was at it. You do realize that you’ll probably get put on probation again for this?”

I nodded. “I know all too well what could await me at the polestar.”

“Then why not wait until the Eldar’s give us clearance? Get some back up. You heard what Vance said. This is a level nine witch you’re so casually hunting.”

I ignored him, increasing my pace in a feeble attempt to escape him. I knew perfectly well that Mary was a level nine witch, or in layman’s terms she posses the ability to create things. Possibly weapons or other household assortments, but also creatures that she could easily control and flow her magick through. It was the whole reason I was out here; the Eldars would never send me on this kind of mission. I can’t blame them though. Who would send out a sixteen-year-old orphan for the capture and/or destruction of a subject better handled by those much older and more experienced? But they had to give me some credit, not many my age can even handle a single vampire.

Devon dragged me from my thoughts by roughly grabbing my arm. He pulled me so that I was looking him straight in the face, or rather looking up into his face; I never have forgiven him for being taller than me.

“Just listen to me for once Eilis.”

I pulled my arm from his grasp. “I have listened to you Devon, for more than an hour in fact.” I snapped pretending to look at an invisible watch on my wrist. “I just choose to not heed your words, like I do with everyone else.”

Devon opened his mouth but I cut him off. “Look if you disapprove of this so much then go back to the polestar and wait for me there. Heck, even tell the Eldars where I am if you feel like it. But I’m still going to find Mary, not matter what you say.”

Devon clamped his mouth shut a smile forming on his lips despite himself. He folded his arms across his chest walking past me. “I’m not going back now; who’s going to save you if you mess up?”

I glared after him, warmth rushing to my cheeks. “That was one time!” I yelled after him running to catch up with his pace.”~ Harry read aloud. (This story is not mine. It’s is a piece of the first chapter of the fanfiction called Demonic Prophecies by Devania. It is in misc. books. I have her permission to use this piece)

“Wow,” Harry said.

“Galen helped me with the spelling.” Alexis said smiling at her twin.

“Siri help me with the spelling.” Galen said bashfully, a bright red stain on her cheeks.

Remus looked up. “I gave them a dictionary.” He said deflating Siri’s ego. Siri pouted and Remus just smiled.

“Its okay, Siri!” Alexis said patting Siri on the head. Everyone laughed at Siri’s disgruntled look.

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Okay, this was written with my best friend Megan. If you like the clip, then read her story on fanfiction.net.

~Angela