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Butterfly

byAisling-Siobhan

LMHPHarrywasalwaystoldhewasabitlikeaCaterpillarandonedayhe'dbea

Butterflytoo.SortedintoRavenclaw,Harrylearnsthatsometimesit'smuchharderto

keepsecretsthanitistotelllies.Butitcouldbeworse:hecouldbeaSlytherin!

Rated:FictionM-English-Romance/Drama-HarryP.,LuciusM.-Chapters:51-

Words:213,834-Reviews:2,010-Favs:2,371-Follows:1,890-Updated:6/5/2012

-Published:3/11/2009-Status:Complete-id:4917156

TableofContents

TableofContents

1.Prologue

2.Chapter1

3.Chapter2

4.Chapter3

5.Chapter4

6.Chapter5

7.Chapter6

8.Chapter7

9.Chapter8

10.Chapter9

11.Chapter10

12.Chapter11

13.Chapter12

14.Chapter13

15.Chapter14

16.Chapter15

17.Chapter16

18.Chapter17

19.Chapter18

20.Chapter19

22.Chapter21

23.Chapter22

24.Chapter23

25.Chapter24

26.Chapter25

27.Chapter26

28.Chapter27

29.Chapter28

30.Chapter29

31.Chapter30

32.Chapter31

33.Chapter32

34.Chapter33

35.Chapter34

36.Chapter35

37.Chapter36

38.Chapter37

39.Chapter38

40.Chapter39

41.Chapter40

42.Chapter41

43.Chapter42

45.Chapter44

46.Chapter45

47.Chapter46

48.Chapter47

49.Chapter48

50.Chapter49

51.Chapter50

Prologue

Helloeverybody![Cocksearandwaitsfor'hiDoctorNick!']

Iwasn'tsupposedtostartthisuntilIfinishedTheLambs(butthereareonlythree

chaptersleftanyway)buthereIam.IhavealoadofstufftodoforUni,butIreally

needabreak,andthethingisIdon'tseemtobemotivatedtowriteTheLambsor

BlackComplication(eventhoughI'mmeanttodedicatethenextthingIdowriteto

BOOMrobotdogwhohadherbirthdayacoupleweeksago),sohereisthefirst

chapterofButterfly!

It'saprologue,soit'sskippedthewholestartofthestory.ButI'llgobacktoHarry's

childhoodinchapter1"andit'llbealongstoryfromthere.I'mdoinghislifeasit

passes,fromchildhoodtoyearfourandonwards.That'stheplan,anyway;we'llsee

howitgoes.

***

"Butterfly"

Disclaimer:HarryPotter,etallarepropertyofJKRowling,andBloomsbury,and

WarnerBrosandallthoseotherniftypeoplethatmakeitsowecanreadandwatch

thePotterversewheneverwefeellikeit.Imakenomoneyfromthis,justsoyou

know.

Summary:[LM/HP]WhenHarrywas5hehadapetbutterfly.Thebutterflycould

turnintoamanwholivedinHarry'sbasement.ThatmankilledVernonwhenHarry

turned8.ThatmanisaDeathEaterwhohasbeentrainingHarryinhowtobea

properPurebloodHeir.HarrywasalwaystoldhewasabitlikeaCaterpillarandone

dayhe'dbeaButterflytoo.SortedintoRavenclaw,whenhestartsHogwarts,Harry

learnsthatsometimesit'smuchhardertokeepsecretsthanitistotelllies.Butit

couldbeworse:hecouldhavebeenaSlytherin.Asifenoughpeopledidn'tlookat

himfunnyalready!

Warnings:Slash.LM/HP:HP/other(possiblyDM)(minor).AU.CharacterDeath.

Violence.Language.RavenclawHarry.Underage.AttemptedNon-Con.

Rating:R/NC-17SLASH!!

A/N:IgottheideaofbeingraisedbyaDeathEaterfromthefictionALifeOfLies,

whichIlove,overatHPFandom.Ialsohavetheauthor'spermissiontouseEvan

RosierasthatDeathEater.

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Chapter1

Prologue

29thMay1995.LittleHangleton.

Whentheworldstoppedspinning,Harryfoundhimselfthrowntotheground.He

landedpainfullyonhisinjuredleg,suppressingagroanasherolledontohisback.

Hiseyesflutteredashefocusedontheskyabovehim,takingintheblueskyandthe

slightsmatteringoffluffywhitecloudsashetriednottovomit.Heturnedhisheadto

thesideandfrowned.TheywereobviouslynowherenearHogwartsnow.Eventhe

mountainsthatusuallysurroundedthecastlewereoutofsightnow.Harrywaslying

onthegroundinthemiddleofadarkandovergrowncemetery.Therewasahillto

theleftofhim,andhecouldbarelymakeouttheshapeofahouseonthehill.A

churchwastotheirright,farawayfromthemnonetheless.

Hewasalone"almost.

BesidehimCedricDiggorymadeanexcitedsquealingnoise.

Cedricwasseventeenand,despitethefactthathewasolderthanHarry,hewas

spinningaroundincircleslaughing."Wewon,Potter!"Hecried,lookingdownatthe

boyontheground."Wewon!"Hewastall,andfair-haired.Hisgreyeyessparkledin

hishandsomefaceasheturnedtogrinatHarry.

"Wherearewe?"Harrywhispered.Hehadanideaofwhatwasgoingon,ofcourse

hedid.Evanwouldn'thaveriskedhissafetyinanyway,andthatincludednot

informingHarryofanyplanstheDarkLordwascarryingout.Heknewsomething

washappening,rightthen,astheyspoke,buthewantedtoknowwherehewasas

well.

Cedricstilledsuddenly.Hedrewhiswandfromwithinhisrobeandpointeditahead

ofhim."WandsoutIsuppose?"Hisfreehandwasclenchingattheblackandyellow

fabricofhissportingrobe,nervously.

Harrywatchedhimcuriously.Itwasstrange,theteenagerdecided,howhumans

couldchangefromoneemotiontoanothersosuddenly.Eachsmile,followedbya

frown,followedbyanothersmilewasametamorphosisofitsown:likechangingfrom

acaterpillartoabutterfly.Eachtime,stoppingtorestasacocoon.

Harrywasacocoonforallintentsandpurposes.

Outofthecornerofhiseyes,theRavenclawspottedashort,podgymansneaking

towardsthem.Inonearmthemanwascarryingabundlewrappedinblack,andthe

otherhandheldhiswandoutstraight,pointedatCedric.Harryconsideredwarning

theotherboy,buthedidn'twanttoruintheDarkLord'splans.Hebithisbottomlip,

thinking.Theslightmomenthewouldhavehadtosavetheotherboy'slifepassed,

andHarrywatchedasgreenlightengulfedtheotherTri-WizardChampioncontent

thathehadmadetherightdecisiontoletithappen.

Harrywasn'tlikeotherchildren.Hedidn'tcareaboutrightandwrong,orblackand

whitemagic.Harrybelievedinpower.Youeithersoughtpoweroryouweretoweak

toseekit,andsoyousoughtoutthepowerfulandmadeyourselfofusetothem.

PeterPettigrewwasnotpowerful,buthewasloyaltotheDarkLord.Itwasforthat

reasonalonethatHarrydidnotattackthemantheinstanthishandsfellonHarry's

shoulders.

"Incarcerous!"Pettigrewshouted,shovingHarrybackwardsatthesametime.The

teenagersmirkedslightly.Obviously,thisDeathEaterwasnotprivytotheDark

Lord'ssecrets.

Ropesboundhim,armsandlegsandtorso,tothegravestonethathadbeendirectly

behindhim.Forthefirsttime,Harrynoticedthelargeblackcauldronthatsatbeside

him.Beneathit,Pettigrewlitafire,andtheywatcheditburninsilenceforamoment

beforeahissingvoicecommanded,"hurry,youfool.Putmeinthecauldron."

Harrywatchedthem:hisheadtiltedtoonesideashestudiedthehorridcreature

beingbaredbeforehim.Pettigrewunwrappedtheblackclothfromwhathehadbeen

carrying,andHarry'smouthturneddownindistasteastherottingcorpseofababy

wasrevealedtohim.Ithardlyevenresembledachildanymore.Whatwasbaredto

Harrywasscalyandhairless,hunchedoverandlookingadarkreddishblackcolour.

Itsfacewasflat,snakelike,andredeyespeeredupathim,narrowingatHarry's

obviouslackoffear.

VoldemortwaslaidgentlydownintothecauldronandPettigrewimmediatelysetto

work.TherewasasplashasVoldemortenteredthecauldron,thenasoftthudashe

hitthebottom.Forabriefmoment,Harrythought,'letitdrown',hiseyesstrayingto

Cedric'scorpse.Butthenheshookhimself,straightenedhisbackasmuchashe

wasable(tiedtoagravestone,andall)andlookedPettigrewstraightintheeyes.

Pettigrewlookedawayfirst.Hespoke,hisvoiceslowandshakyandhelooked

scaredoutofhismind."Boneofthefather,unknowinglygiven,youwillrenewyour

son!"

ThegroundHarrystooduponbegantoshake,thedirtontopofthegraveshifting

slightlytotheside.Afinemistroseup,glitteringsoftlyinthetwilightasitfloated

towardsthecauldron.Bonefragments,Harryrealized,worndowncompletelyby

time.Heswallowedheavilyasthepotioninthecauldronturnedapoisonousblue.

Hehadnoreasontofear,hetriedtoremindhimself.ThiswashisLord;hewould

happilyservethismanbecauseitwouldmakeEvanhappyaswell.HisLordwould

nothurthim,norwouldEvanbeharmed.Hedidn'thavetofear.Hisbrainseemedto

findthatargumentreasonable,buthisheart,ohhisheart,wasbeatingfourtimes

fasterthanitshouldhavebeen.ItskippedabeatasPettigrewsuddenlyproduceda

daggerandheldittohisownrighthand.Thathandthatwasalreadymissinga

finger.

"Fleshoftheservant willinglygiven youwillreviveyourm-master,"theotherman stuttered.Thedaggerwasshaking,rockingterrifyinglyfromsidetosideasitpressed harderagainstskin.Ashesaidtheword'master'Pettigrewpusheddown,cutting completelythroughboneandskinandsinew,severinghishand.Itdroppedintothe cauldronwithasplashandPeterwasleft,clutchingathishandlessarm,hismouth openedinasilentscreamofagony.Harrywinced,squeezinghiseyesshutina momentofweaknessashisbraintriedinformedhimofhowmuchthatwouldhave likelyhurt.

Thepotionwasrednow,andHarryturnedhisfacebacktoit,staringatit,defyingit

toactagainsthimsomehow.Hedidn'tknowthisritual,hehadneverstudieditand

thefactthathedidn'tknowwhattoexpectscaredhim.AsaRavenclaw,hewas

intelligent,helikedtolearnandknowthingsthatnooneelseknew.Hewasstudious.

Hewassupposedtobeincontrol.Heswallowedagain.Pettigrewwaswalking

slowlytowardshim.HarrywishedEvanhadtoldhimwhatwouldhappeninmore

detail.Hewishedhehadthoughttoask,buthehadn't,hehadjusttrustedEvanlike

always.

Thedaggerwaspressedtohiscrookofhisrightarm."Bloodoftheenemy,"

Pettigrewpanted,stillinterriblepain,"forciblytaken,youwillresurrectyourfoe."

Thatwasn'tright,Harrythought.Hewasn'tLordVoldemort'senemy.Whydidn'tthey

useCedric'sbloodifthatwaswhattheritualrequired?

Hegasped.Apainshotthroughhim,beginninginhisarmandtravellingitsway

downhisspineandhislegs.Heclenchedhisteeth,refusingtocryoutasPettigrew

twistedthedaggerinthegashhehadmade.Avialwaspressedtothewound,

catchingafewdropsofblood,andthenPettigrewwaswalkingbacktothecauldron,

andemptyingthevialoverit.Whateverpotionwasinthecauldronsuddenlyturneda

blindingshadeofwhite.Hisjobdone,Pettigrewfelltotheground,curledinon

himselfandclutchingathisbloodystump.

Hemusthavetakenapotion,Harrymused.Orhewouldhavelostconsciousness

sometimeago.

Nothinghappenedforsometime.EvertheRavenclaw,Harryfoundhimselfgoing

throughideasandsuggestions,tryingtothinkwhatPettigrewmighthavedone

wrongtobotchthepotion.Perhapsheusedtoomuchblood,ortoolittle?Ormaybe

heshouldhave"

Harry'seyeswidened,hisbrainquietenedforamoment,beforekickinginto

overdrive.Ithadworkeditseemed.HowwouldVoldemortlook?Didthepotionwork

properly?Whohadbrewedit,Snapemaybe?

"Robeme,"thesamehissingvoicecommanded.Pettigrewdraggedhimselftohis

feet,whimperingpitifullyasheunfoldedtheblackmaterialthathadbeendiscarded

earlier.Itwasarobe,notablanketasHarryhadassumedoriginally,anditwasold

andtatteredbutitappearedcleanenough.Voldemortallowedittobedrapedover

hisnakedbody.

Themanwasthin,almostskeletalinappearance,andunnaturallytallaswell.He

steppedoutofthecauldron,hisredeyesfixedonHarry'sfaceandtheteenager

staredback.HelookednothingliketheVoldemortfromEvan'sstories,nothinglike

Harryhadimaginedhimtoo.ThisVoldemortwaspalerthanpaper,hisskinstretched

tightoverhisflat,nose-lessface,baldandapinktonguelickedathisliplessmouth

ashewalkedclosertothegravestone.Bonyfingersreachedout,caressingHarry's

face,andtheRavenclawsuppressedhisurgetoflinchbackwards.

Hehadleantyoungthatacceptingpunishmenthurtalotlessthanfightingagainstit.

"HarryPotter,"Voldemorthissed,hisvoicestrangelysoothingashestareddownat

thefourteenyearold."IfImay."Hedidn'tsaywhathewantedandhedidn'taskfor

permission.VoldemortdroppedtohiskneesbeforeHarry,hisfacepressedtothe

crookofhisarmwherethegashwasstillbleedingsluggishly,andhismouthclosed

aroundthewound.Harryfeltlight-headedallofasudden.HecouldfeelVoldemort's

tongueflickingoverhisskin,hiscouldfeeltheDarkLordsuckingonhisarm,lapping

athisbloodandswallowingitdown.Heshookhishead,lettingoutasoftgroanas

hisvisionblurredslightly.

Voldemortdrewback.HesmirkedupatHarry,blackeyelashesflutteredagainsthis

palecheeksasheallowedthemtoclosebriefly,beforeherosefluidlytohisfeet.

"Thankyou,Harry."HereachedaroundbehindHarryanduntiedtheropesthe

Muggleway."Thedizzinesswillpassinamoment.I'mafraidWormtaildidn'tuse

enoughofyourbloodasheshouldhave.Theritualrequiredaportionofyour

magicalessence,andthatwouldhaverequiredafullvialofblood."

"Notjustafewdrops,"Harrysaid,interrupting."That'swhyyoulookthewayyoudo

now."

Pettigrewlookedoverathim,eyeswideinhorror.Someonehaddaredtospeakto

LordVoldemortsodisrespectfully?TheDarkLordsmirked,hismouthcurving

upwards.Theskinaroundhismouthwastwistingandshifting,growingoutwardsand

plumpingup,forminglipsthatwerepalepinkandpuckeredasVoldemortsmiled.

"Youarecorrect,child.Yourbloodwillfixmyappearanceinitsowntime."Eventhen,

hishairwasgrowingback.Longblackstrandsappeared,fallingtohisearswitha

slightwaveandVoldemortbrusheditbackgently.

HetookHarry'shand.VoldemortledHarryawayfromthegravestone,andtowards

thecauldron.Withawaveofhishandhevanishedthecauldronanditscontentand

thefire,andthenheturnedtoWormtail."Mywand,"hesaid,hishandalready

outstretched.Whenthewandwasplacedinhishand,hisfingers(whichwere

alreadyfillingout)clenchedaroundthewood,squeezingit,relishinginitsfamiliarity.

Heturnedthen,wandinhand,tolookatHarry.

Harryloweredhimselftotheground,eyesdowncast,headbowed."MyLord,allow

methehonourofservingyou?"

Voldemortallowedasoftchuckletoescapehim."FromwhatIhaveheard,you

alreadydo."

"ItmakesEvanhappy."Harrysaidnegligently,stillnotlookingup.

Redeyeswidened."Doesitmakeyouhappytoserveme?"Therewasateasinglilt

tohisvoicethatevenPettigrewpickedupon.Voldemortallowedhiseyestorake

overtheformkneelingbeforehim.Harrywasbeautifulundoubtedly,butifBartyJr.

wastobebelievedsomeonealreadyhadHarry'sattention.

CompletelymissingtheleerVoldemortsenthim,Harrylookedup.Hewasfrowning,

butheknewhehadtoanswerhonestly."Idon'tknow.Ihaven'tservedyoulong

enough,whileinyourpresence,tomakeaninformeddecision."

"Now,"Voldemortsaidseriously,"Iseewhyyouarewearingblueandgreyrobes."

HeheldahandoutandHarrytookitintohisown,allowingtheDarkLordtohelphim

tohisfeet."Itwouldpleasemetohaveyouserveme,andsupportme."WhenHarry

madetospeak,Voldemortpressedafingertotheboy'slips."Iwishforyoutobe

abovemyDeathEaters.Youarenotmyequal,youarenotequaltomeinageor

experiencebutprobablyinpower;soyoushallbemyheir.Ihavebeentoldthatwas

whatRosierwastrainingyouforanyway."Harrygaveashallownod,stayingsilent.

"Iwantyoutounderstand,Harry.Iamacruelman.Iwillnotbeafathertoyou,andI

havenointerestinyoubehavinglikemyson.Youareavessel,tolearnfromme,to

followinmyfootstepsandleadmyDeathEatersshouldIeverbeoutofcommission.

Wearenotfamily,andIwillpunishyouifneedbe."

"Iunderstand,myLord."Harryloweredhimselfslightly,curtsying,ratherthanbowing

again.Voldemort'sgriponhisfacewouldnotlethimbow.

"YoumaycallmeMarvolo.ItwillmakesuretheDeathEatersknowthatyouare

abovethem."Bynowhisfacehadanose,straightandregal.Therewereblack

eyebrowsonhisface,nicelyshapedbutnottoothin,andwhilehisbodyseemedto

havegainedsomeshape,fatormuscleorboth,hewasstillfreakishlytall."Your

fatherworeglasses,"Voldemortsaidsuddenly.Hisfingersbrushedthebridgeof

Harry'snose,whichwasspectaclefree.

"Evangavemeapotiontohealmyvision.Hesaidmyglasseslookedunseemly."

Harrygaveasoftsmile;thinkingaboutEvanalwaysmadehimhappy.

AsuddenhissingdrewHarry'sattention.Helookedattheground,eyeswidening

slightlyatthesight.Ahugecobrahadappeared,wrigglingitswaybetween

Voldemort'sfeet,itstongueflickingouttocaresstheman'sankles.Thesnakehad

notbeentherewhenHarryfirstarrived,butheassumedithadbeenwithVoldemort

allalong.Itcouldn'thavejustgottenthere,byitself.

"Nagini,thisisHarryPotter.Heismyheir;IwishtoteachhimeverythingI

know.Youwillberespectfultowardshim,andyouarenevertobitehim."

ThesnaketurnedherheadtowardsHarry,itsforkedtonguecomingforwardtotaste

theairbetweenthem."Helookslikehewouldtastewell,master,butIwillnot

eathimbecauseyouaskit."

"Thatisgoodtoknow,"Harrysaidsoftly,smilingdownatthecobra.Boththesnake

andVoldemort'seyeswidened,lookingathiminshock.Voldemorthadheard

rumours,toldtohimmostlybyPeter,buthearingaboutitandhearingitfirsthand

weredifferentmatters.

"YouareaParseltongue."TheDarkLordstaredathim,unblinkingly.

"Yes.EvansaysI'vebeenabletospeaktosnakesforaslongashehasknownme."

Harrygaveanothersoftsmile.Fortunatelyforhim,notmanypeopleknewheshared

atraitwithseveraldarkWizards.Lifewouldbecomplicatedthen,hesupposed,

shouldthatparticularsecretevercometolight.

"MyLord,"Wormtailsuddenlyinterrupted,chokingthewordsoutthroughhissobs, "youpromised youdidpromise!"

"Holdoutyourarm,"theDarkLordsaid,notlookingawayfromHarry.

"Ohthankyou,thankyou,master,"Pettigrewpraisedhappilyasheheldouthis

bloodystump.Harrygrimacedatthesightofit.

"Theotherarm,"Voldemortdrawledlazily,laughingatPeter'smoanof

disappointment.Hereachedforward,grabbingatPeter'sleftarmandpushingback

thesleeve.AmarkthatHarrywasveryfamiliarwithstoodoutvividlyagainsttheskin

ofPettigrew'sleftforearm.TheDarkMark.Asmalltattoointheshapeofaskullwith

asnakecomingoutofitsmouth.Evanhadoneaswell.

"Itisback,"Voldemortmutteredtohimself."Nowweshallsee.Howmanydare

return,howmanywillbebraveenoughtocomebacktome."Hesmirkedthen,a

cruelglintflashedinhiseyesandHarry'sheartspedupagain."Andhowmanywill

befoolishenoughtostayaway."

HiswandpressedagainstPeter'smark,andtheshortermangaveagaspofpain.

Hetriedtocurlinonhimself,tohugbotharmstohischest,butVoldemort'sgripwas

tootight.Intheend,Pettigrewsobbed,hisarmheldbyVoldemortashehungbelow

it,limpandinpainandtrembling.

Cracksfilledtheair.Popsandtheirechoesrangthroughthegraveyard.Harrylooked

aroundinaweasshapesappearedoutoffog,incorporealatfirst,thenmere

silhouettes,andsuddenlyvisibleandreal.Theyseemedtofillthecemetery

completely.Alongwithallofthedeadbodies,moreandmoreWizardswere

appearing,hiddenbetweengravestonesandbehindtreesandpressingupagainst

oneanother.Eachofthemweremasked,theirfaceshiddenbywhiteporcelain,and

theyworeblackrobestheirhoodsraisedtohidetheirhair.

Allexceptforone.

"Harry!"EvanRosiershouted,asheshovedhiswaytothefrontofthecrowd.He

grabbedtheteenagerbytheshoulders,pullinghimintoaroughhugandthen

shovinghimbackjustasquickly.Asexcitedashewas,hedidn'tseemtonotice

whenHarrystumbled.Voldemortreachedouttosteadytheboy."Howwasit?What

happened?Diditwor-"Evan'seyesnarrowedonthehandthatrestedonHarry's

arm.Thegazefollowedthearmupwards,findingtheattachedshoulder,thenthe

neck,until,eyeswide,EvanwaslookingatthefaceofLordVoldemort."Itworked!"

Hecried.HepulledHarryintoahugagain,dragginghimoutofVoldemort'sgrip."My

Lord,you'vereturned!"

"Iknow,"theDarkLordhissed."Iwasthere.AswasHarry."Hisheadturned,hisred

eyesfixingontheothers,theoneswhohungbackstill.TheywatchedtheDarkLord,

asiftheydidnotbelievetheireyes.Onebyonetheyinchedforward.Crawlingon

theirhandsandkneestheyeachkissedtherobesofLordVoldemort,beforemoving

back.Theystood,formingacirclethatcompletelysurroundedVoldemort,Evan,

Harry,andthegrave,andthesobbingformofPeteraswell.Thereweregapsleftin

thecircle,butVoldemortdidnotseemtoexpectanyoneelsetoarrive.Harrythought,

possibly,thosespaceswereleftfortheDeathEaterswhowereimprisoned.He

rememberedEvantellinghimstoriesoftheLestranges,andtheLongbottoms,and

whathadhappenedtobothfamilies.

Reluctantly,EvanletHarrygo,andhetookhispositioninthecircle.Evanstoodnear

thecentre,nexttosomeonewhosegreyeyespeeredintentlyathimthroughtheslits

inhismask.HarrysmiledbackatthatDeathEater,andthegreyeyesfluttered

closedmomentarilyinrelief.

"WelcomeDeathEaters,"Voldemortspoke,makinghiswayaroundthecircle,

unmaskinghisfollowersashewent.Hedrewtheirmasksoffonebyone,starting

withthelowestrankingDeathEaterandmakinghiswayuptoEvan,thegapbeside

himbigenoughfortwopeople,andthenthemanwiththegreyeyes."Thirteenyears

sincewelastmet.Yetyouansweredmycallasthoughitwasyesterday.Wearestill

unitedundertheDarkMarkthen?Orarewe?"Hesneeredsuddenly,throwingthe

lastmasktothegroundinanger."Ismellguilt."

Apalefacelookedbackathim,eyeswideandunfettered,allowingVoldemorttolook

intohismind,tosearchforliesorsecretsorunloyaltythatdidnotexist.Paleblond

hair,almostsilverincolour,framedhisface,hangingtomidback,andlookingassoft

asHarryknewitfelt.Thosegreyeyesshoneslightly,almostsilverinthetwilightas

wellashegazedathisLordandthenovertoHarry.

"Thereisastenchofguiltupontheair."Voldemortfinished,turningtostareat

someoneelse.LuciusMalfoycontinuedtowatchHarry.

Hesuddenlyspokeagain.Ashiverwentthroughthecrowd,asifeachoneofthem

wantedtostepbackbutdidn'tdare."Iseeyouall,wholeandhealthy,withyour

powersintactandIaskmyself,whydidthisbandofWizardsnevercometotheaid

oftheirmaster?AndIanswermyself,theymusthavebelievedmebroken,they

thoughtIwasgone."

"Forgiveus!"Avoicecried.Amansurgedforward,hisfaceflushedandhiseyes

widewithfear."Forgiveusall."HeclutchedatVoldemort'srobes.Evansnorted,a

smirkcrossinghisfaceasVoldemortraisedhiswandatAvery.

"Crucio."Ascream,unlikeanyotherHarryhadeverheardbefore,renttheair.Itwas

louderstillthantheoneVernonhadutteredasEvandealtwithhim,thoughperhaps

notasdesperate.Thescreamstopped,andpantingfilledthesilence.Harrylooked

downattheDeathEater.Hisfacewasflush,coveredinasheenofsweat,andhe

twitchedlightlyontheground."Besilent,Avery,"Voldemortcommanded."Youask

forforgiveness?Idonotforgive.Idonotforget.Iwantthirteenyears'repayment

beforeIforgiveyou.Wormtailherehadpaidsomeofhisdebtalready,ashasEvan."

AlleyesflickeredtoHarryasVoldemortsaidthis.Manyofthemwantedtoknowwhy

Potterwasthereandstillalive,onlythreeknewalready."Evanhaspaidofhisdebt

tomeinfull."HeturnedhisattentionbacktoPeter."Worthlessandtreacherousas

youare,youhelpedme,"VoldemortsaidashereacheddowntograbPettigrew's

rightarm."AndLordVoldemortrewardshishelpers."Heraisedhiswandandwhirled

itthroughtheair.Apoolofmoltensilverswirledintheair,shapelessitfloated

towardsWormtail'sstumpbeforemorphingintoareplicaofahumanhand.It

attachedtothebleedingwrist,looking,silverandshinny,butasifithadalwaysbeen

there.

"Thankyou,thankyou,master,"themansobbed,climbingtohisfeet.

"TheLestrangesshouldstandhere,"theDarkLordsaid,pointingatthespace

betweenLuciusandEvan."ComehereHarry."WhenHarrywasathisside,

Voldemortreachedouttocaresshischeek.Redeyesglintedastheynoticedthe

tighteningofLucius'fists,thetensenessintheman'sstancethelongerhishand

remainedonHarry.Sotherumoursweretrue."Whatdoyouknowofthe

Lestranges?"

"TheytorturedtheLongbottomsintoinsanity,bartheirdisgraceofason,andare

nowinAzkabanPrison."

"Thatwilldo."Hesaidsuddenly.ThehandonHarry'sfacepushedsoftly,andHarry

takingthehinttooktwostepsbackwards,outofreach."Theywerefaithful.They

wenttoAzkabanratherthanrenounceme.WhenAzkabanisbrokenopen,the

Lestrangeswillbehonouredbeyondtheirdreams."Hewalkedsilentlypassed

others,spoketofourothermenandthenstoppedinthelargestgapyet."Threedead

inmyservice,"hesaidsoftly,"one,toocowardlytoreturn,hewillpay.One,whoI

believehasleftmeforever;hewillbekilled,ofcourse.Andone,whoremainsmy

mostfaithfulservant,andwhohasalreadyre-enteredmyservice."

HarrywatchedtheDeathEaterslookateachother,tryingtodecidebetweenthem

whoofthosemissingandstillalivecouldbethis'mostfaithful'person.

"AlastorMoody,"Harrysaidsuddenly,grinningoveratEvan."Whoishereally?"He

askedVoldemort.

TheDarkLordsmirked,cruelandcoldasheturnedhiswholebodytofaceHarry

again.Hestrodeawayfromthegapandcaughttheteenagerbytheneck.His

fingerstightenedbutHarrydidn'tflinchorstruggleandafteramomentVoldemortlet

himgo.LuciuswasgrippingatEvan'sarm,stoppingthemanfromdoingsomething

stupid."Youareaverycleverchild."Voldemortsaidatlength.

"IspentyearslivingwithEvanunderconstantPolyjuicecover.IthinkI'musedtoit

enoughbynowtoknowwhensomeoneispretendingtobesomeoneelse."Harry

wasstillgrinning,evenasherubbedathisthroat."Whoishe?"

"Youwillfindoutsoon.HehasorderstoseetoyouwhenyoureturntoHogwarts."

HeturnedtofacehisDeathEatersagain.Hecontinuedtospeak,andashespoke,

HarrymovedtostandinthegapleftbytheLestranges.Onehandreachedoutto

holdEvan's,squeezingitlightly.Theotherhandreachedouttotheotherside,his

fingersjustbrushingagainstthebackofLucius'hand,andastheblondlookeddown

athimHarrygavehimasoftsmile.

Voldemortsuddenlystoppedtalking.HisredeyeswerefixedonLucius'face.

"Somethingyouwishtoshare,Malfoy?"

Luciusbowedhishead,mutteringapologiesandbeggingforgiveness,asHarry

frowned.Harry'smouthopened.Evan'snailsdugintothebackofHarry'shand,and

theboy'smouthclosedagain.

"HarryPotterhaskindlyjoinedusformyrebirthingparty."Voldemortsaid,changing

thesubjectsuddenly.EveryoneturnedtolookatHarryagain,exceptEvanwhowas

watchingtheDarkLordwarily."Onemightgosofarastocallhimmyguestof

honour."HissmirkedmaliciouslyatHarrythen,andtheteenagerswallowed

convulsively.Afingercrookedathim,andHarrywalkedforwardwarily,following

Voldemort'ssilentcommand.Whentheywerecloseenoughtotouch,Voldemort

spunhimaroundanddraggedHarryagainsthim,backtochest."Ah,mystory,and

whatastoryitis.Itbegins,andends,withmyyoungfriendhere.Butthestoryistoo

long,andHarrymustbegettingbacktoHogwartssoon,soperhapsyouwillhearit

anothertime,ifRosierhumoursyou."

Browneyeslookedbackathimstonily;theonlyDeathEaterwhodidnotfearpainor

death,andsofearedLordVoldemortlessthantheothersasaresult.

"Harry,here,wasraisedassomeofyoumayknowbyMuggles.Whatyoumaynot

know,isthatRosieractuallywastheonetoraiseyoungHarry.Harrywillbe,andhas

alwaysbeen,myheir.Youwillalltreathimassuch,isthatunderstood?"

"Yes,myLord,"theyallchorused.

Voldemortsmiled.HishandpresseddownonHarry'sforeheadandtheboy

screamedaspainflaredthroughhisentirebeing.HeflailedinVoldemort'sgrasp,

thrashingdesperatelytoescapefromtheholdandthepain."Thatwillhavetobe

remedied,"VoldemortwhisperedashepushedHarryawayfromhim.

Thegroundrushedtowardshim,butbeforeHarrycouldlandonit,twoarms

encircledhiswaist,pullinghimupandcradlinghimgently.

"Sotherumoursaretrue,"Voldemortmusedoutloud.HehadexpectedRosierto

jumpforwardandcatchHarry,butnotLucius.ThefactthatLuciushaddisregarded

hiscomposure,ignoredhispride,divedintothedirtbeforethemalltocatchPotter,

well,itwenttoshowthathemustcaredeeplyabouttheyoungerWizard."Ididnot

realizeyoupreferredchildren,myfriend.Ishallhavetomakesomeavailabletoyou

onournextadventure."

Luciuslookedupathim,worryevidentinhiseyes."Whatdidyoudo?"

"Itseemsthatmytouchpainshim."

"Onlyhisscar."Evansaidsuddenly.Hewalkedforward,unconcernedthatthere

werepeoplelisteningandwatchinghim."Hisscariscursed,anditpainshim

sometimeswhenyouremotionsareheightened.IhavetaughthimOcclumency,

whatIknowofit,andthathelps,myLord."

VoldemorttookinEvan'swords,butdidnotreplytothem.Hecroucheddown,before

LuciusandHarry,andpushedbacktheteenager'sfringe.Hisscarwasrawlooking,

redandtherewasasmearofbloodacrossit.

"Iapologize."HewhisperedinParseltongue.Withanod,Harryacceptedit,

becauseheknewtheDarkLordwouldneverapologizetohimifanyoneelsecould

understand.Hewassurprisedhispainhadbeennoticedatall,really.Lord

Voldemortdidn'tseemasbadasHeadmasterDumbledoremadehimouttobe."Itis

timetobegettingbacktoHogwarts,Harry."

"YesMarvolo."AgaspcamefrommostoftheDeathEaters,butglaresfromLucius

andEvankeptthemfromspeakingoutofturn.

"Areyouok?"Luciusaskedhimsoftly,whenVoldemorthadwalkedawayfromthem.

HislipsbrushedgentlyoverHarry'sscar,thefeatherlighttouchsoothingthepain

thatstillthrobbedthroughHarry'shead.

"I'mfine."Theboywhispered,tiltinghisheadupautomatically.

"Liar."Theblond'slipswerepressedtoHarry'sownthen,slimfingerstanglinginto

thelonglocks,drawingLuciusclosertohim.

"Accio,"avoicecalled,andthroughhisdazeHarryrecognizeditasVoldemort's.

LuciushadjustenoughcontrollefttoriphimselfawayfromHarrybeforethePortkey

slammedintotheboy'sstomach.Awhooshofairleftthebrunette,hiseyeswidened

slightlyasabodyhithim,thennarrowedatVoldemort'samusedface."Goodbye,for

now,myHarry."TheDarkLordwavedathim,justastheworldbegantospinagain.

Whentheworldstoppedspinning,hewaslyingonhisback.ThePortkeylayontop

ofhim,andbesidehimwasCedricDiggory'scorpse.HerememberedVoldemort

wavingathim,herememberedthefeelofLucius'lipsonhis,Evanhugginghim

tightly,andhetriednottosmile.HarrywasalwaystoldhewasabitlikeaCaterpillar

andonedayhe'dbeaButterflytoo.

AsDumbledore'sfaceappearedabovehisown,Harryforcedtearstohiseyes,still

fightingbackasmile.

Itseemedasifhehadfinallyemergedfromhiscocoon.

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SomeofVoldemort'sspeechtohisDeathEaterswastakenfromGobletofFire.

You'llhaverecognizedit.

Thankyouverymuchforreading.It'llbeawhilebeforewegettotheLucius/Harry,

sobarewithme.

Chapter1

Thankyoutoeveryonewhoreviewed.

Abriefnote:ThisisnotALifeofLies.Ihadthisideayearsago,butneverfoundtime

towriteit,norevercameupwithasuitableDeathEater.AfterreadingALifeofLies,

IlikedtheideaofEvanRosier.IaskedforpermissiontousehimandIreceivedit.

ButIneveronceclaimedthatRosierwouldbeinsane,northathewouldbeanything

liketheEvanfromALifeofLies.ThisisnotALifeofLies,barethatinmind.

Also,thisisnotathreesomefiction.Lucius/Harryisthemainpairing,butHarrywill

possiblyhaveaflingofsortswithDraco.

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August12th1985.LittleWhinging.

Thewindrushedpasthim,knockinghimoffcourse,butheturnedhisbodytothe

side,flappedhiswings,andcontinuedtofly.Itwasrainingheavily:fat,wetdrops

fallingfromtheskyandpeltingagainsthim.Thedropswerealmostaslargeashim,

andthebutterflydiditsbesttoswerveandavoideachone.Ifonehithim,hewould

fallafewinches,shakehimselfoffandriseupagain,beatinghiswingsfuriously.His

bodyshiveredasaboltoflighteningstreakedpassedhim.Thewindhowledagain,

andhewascaughtinit.Hefoundhimselfbeingswepttotheside,andifhecould

havescreamedasabutterflyhewouldhave.

Hefell,anddespitehowhardhetriedtofly,hecouldn't.Eyeswidening,hefound

himselfgoingstraighttowardsatree.Heflappedhiswings,butthewindblewagain,

atpreciselythewrongmoment,andhewasblownsidewaysagain.Heclosedhis

eyes,preparingtochangeback,perhapsexposehimselfbutatleastitwouldsave

thebutterflyfrombeingcrushedagainstthetree.Butsomethinggrabbedhim.

Theholdwasgentle.Onehandreachedoutandpluckedhimnimblyoutoftheair.

Thesecondhandcuppedoverthefirst,shieldinghimfromtherainbutalso

preventingthebutterflyfromflyingaway.

Apairofgreeneyespeereddownathimbetweenthegapinthechild'sfingers.A

smallsmilestretchedacrosstheboy'slips,andheblinked.Raindropsfelloffofhis

eyelashesandhisfringewasplasteredtohisforehead.Hewastrembling,buthe

continuedtosmileatthebutterfly.

"MynameisHarry,"thechildtoldhim."I'lltakecareofyou."Harrysatontheground,

tuckedinthealcovebetweenthefrontdoorofahouseandthefrontsteps.His

kneeswerepressedtohischestandthebutterflyremainedheldsafeandwarmin

Harry'shands,allnight.

Thestormhadstoppedbymorning,andwhenthefrontdoorofthehouseopened,a

tall,skinnywomanpoppedherheadthroughthegapandglared."Wakeup,freak!"

SheholleredandHarryjumped,snappingintowakefulnessandstanding

immediatelytohisfeet."Takethosewetclothesoffandgetinhere.Youhavefifteen

minutestomakebreakfast,boy."Sheleftthedooropen,andwalkedaway.

Harryuncappedhishands.Thebutterflyfluttereditswingssoftly,andthechild

smiled."Well,goonthen,flyaway."Thebutterflydidasitwastold,andHarry

watcheditgowithlonging,beforeturningandenteringthehouse.

AsthedoorclosedbehindHarry,atallmanstoodbesidethetreethathadnearly

crushedthebutterflyandwatchedsilently.

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August13th1985.

Itwasstrange,EvanRosiermusedlaterthatnight.MostboysHarry'sagewould haverippedoffthebutterfly'swings,orcrushedit,orallowedittohitthetree.But Harryhadsavedthecreature,sheltereditandsetitfree.Hestood,besidethetree,

watchedNumber4withafrownonhisface.

Therewassomethingabouttheboythatwasfamiliartohim.Thesightofhim,the

hair,theeyes,theface,theyallremindedhimofsomeoneheshouldknow,butdid

notpersonally.Someonewhomhewouldhaveneverbotheredtoremember,but

wasnowwishinghehad.Buttherewassomethingelse.Hecouldn'tbesure,notyet,

butthechildwasmagical.Hecouldsensetheboy'saura,brightandmagicaland

lashingoutaroundHarryinwaves,wardingoffmostoftherainandthechillfromthe

nightbefore.Somethingabouthismagicwasfamiliaraswell,darkandcomforting.It

remindedEvanofatimebeforeHarryPotterhaddestroyedeverything.

Therewouldbeplentyoftimetothinkonthechild'smagic,Evantoldhimself,

shakingthosethoughtsfromhishead.Hiseyesflutteredshut,andthatfamiliar

tinglingfeelingspreadacrosshisskinashisbodyshrunkandchanged.Wings

sproutedfromhisback,antennaappearedonhisforehead,andfurcoveredhis

short,skinnybody.Twolarge,beadyeyespeeredoutfromthefuronhisface,and

thebutterflybeatitswingsandflewtowardstheopenwindowofNumber4,Privet

Drive.

Thehouseappearedtobeempty.Evansawnobodyasheflewaround,poppingin

andoutofrooms,stoppingtorestonfurnitureandgenerallyinvestigatehisfuture

home.EversincethedefeatofLordVoldemortEvan,asaDeathEater,hadbeen

huntedbytheMinistry.GoingfromMinistryofficialandInnerCirclesupporterofthe

DarkLord,toafugitiveforcedtohideashisanimagusform"thebutterfly"wasquite

ashocktohissystem.Overthelastfouryears,Evanhadbarelyspentanytimein

hishumanform.Quickmomentshereandthere,snatchedhourswhenhewas

absolutelysurehewasalone.Beingabutterflyconservedmoreenergy,heneeded

toeatless,hishidingplaceswerelessobvious,andhewasgenerallysafer.But,he

decided,itwastimetoputdownrootsofsomesort.

Ifthischild,whowasobviouslybeingmistreated,wasmagical,thenhecouldn'tbe

livingwithhisnaturalparents.UnlessitwasaMudblood,butHarry'smagicfelttoo

strongforthat.Maybethechildwasimportant?Oranorphanfromthewar,thoughif

soEvanwouldhavelikelysuggestedhisparentsweredarksupporters.Theaurathe

childhadgivenoffthenightbeforewasstronganddark,andohsofamiliar,butEvan

justcouldnotrememberwherehehadfeltitbefore.

Heflewpastthecupboardunderthestairs,andpaused.Hehoveredinmidair,

beatinghiswingsslowlytokeephimselfafloat,andhegazedattheslittedventon

thecupboarddoor.Hecouldmakeoutasmallheadofblackhair,andhecouldhear

themuffledsobsthechildletout.

Hehadtheurgetochange,toripthedooropenanddemandtoknowwhythehell

thoseMugglesthoughttheywouldgetawaywithabusingaWizard.Butheknew

betterthanthat.Hehadn'tbeenaSlytherinatHogwartsfornothing.Hewouldbe

cool,calmandcollected,slyandsuspicious,cynicalandcalculated,andhewould

never,neverlethisguarddownuntilsuchatimeasthechildprovedhimselfjustas

cunningandcruelasEvancouldbe.Hewouldbindhistimefornow,hepromised

himselfasheflewpassedthedoor.Hewouldwaittoseehowusefulthechildwould

betohim.Ifthechildwereofuse,hewouldprotectthechildhimself.Ifthechildwas

notofuse,hewouldmakeananonymouscalltotheMinistry,andhewouldleave

thehouseandthechildbehindhim.

Hemadehiswayintothekitchen.Therewasadooropentohisleft,justbesidea

largerefrigerator.Heflewdownthestairs,andintoalargewide-openspace.The

basementwasdusty,anddamp,butitwoulddowellenoughforawhile.Evan

changedback,rollinghisshouldersandheadtoworkoutthekinkinhisneck.He

tookalookaround,hishandoutbuthisfingersnotquitetouchinganything,buthis

eyeswerewideandwatchful,wary.Nothingappearedtobemagical,andnothing

appearedtobedangerous.

ItwaswidelyknowthathewasonofLordVoldemort'stopDeathEaters,alongwith

MalfoyandtheLestranges.Whatmanypeopledidn'tknowwaswhy.Evanhad

alwaysfounditincrediblyusefultobeabletosensepeople'sauras.Hewasvery

goodatcatchingpeopleoutunderinvisibilitycloaks,orPolyjuicepotion,or

disillusionmentcharms.Hecouldtelliftheywerelightordarkorientated,orneutral,

orscared,angry,happy,oranyvariationofthose.Theirauraswouldflareup,the

feelingtheirmagicgaveoutwouldchange,andEvanwouldpickuponitandreport

directlytohisLord.Notonlythat,buthewasamongthescantfewWizardsand

Witcheswhocouldperformwandlessmagiceffortlessly.Anyonecouldmasteranon-

verbalspellwithtimeandpractise,butittooktruepowerandskilltocastaspell

wandlessly.

Evanwavedhishand,andalightflickeredintobeingabovehishead.Anotherwave

ofhishandsetupMugglerepellingwardsaroundthedoorleadingtothebasement,

andathirdwaveremovedthedustanddirtfromthefloorandtheboxesthatwere

scatteredaround.Therewasamattressproppedagainstthewall,andEvanlowered

ittothefloor,pressingagainstittocheckthesprings.Afterdeemingitsuitable,he

laiddownonit,blanketless,andclosedhiseyes.Hecouldhavetransfigureditinto

somethingmorefancyandpompousbuthedecidedagainstit.Ifthischildwasn't

orphaned,hedidn'twanttoruntheriskofothermagicalfamilymemberscomingto

checkontheboy.Itwouldn'tdoforthemtofindanyevidenceofhisexistence.

Hewasstillawakethreehourslaterwhenheheardthefrontdooropenandslam

shutagain.Aloudbangingechoeddowntohim,andavoicescreamed,"Stopcrying

youfreak!"Itwassuddenlysilentthenforjustamoment,beforeanotherdoor

openedandacryrangout.Evanrecognizedthenoiseofskinagainstskin,andhis

nailsdugintothepalmsofhishandsashefoughtwithhimself.Hewouldnot

interfere.Hecouldnotinterfere,despitehowmuchthecriesofHarryweretuggingat

him.Itwasquitesoonafter,theMugglehadobviouslyfinishedbeatingthelittleboy,

andEvanallowedhimselftorelaxjustabit.

Tomorrow,inthemorning,hewouldfindoutmoreaboutHarry.Andhewoulddecide

whattodofromthereon.

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August15th1985.

WhentheMugglesleftthehousethemorningbefore,Evanhadflownaround,

searchingforHarrybuthehadn'tbeenthere.Hehadspentthenightlyingflatonhis

mattress,squeezingtheedgesofitharshlyashelistenedtotwoMugglesscreaming

abuseatHarry.Fortunately,Evandidn'thearthemhittingthechildthistime,sowhile

Harryspentthenightcrying,hewasn'tbusiedandbeaten.

ThemaleMuggleleftthehouseearlythismorning,possiblygoingtowork.The

womanleftshortlyafterwiththeirMugglechild,talkingaboutshoppingandsigning

himupforprimaryschoolinSeptember.Harryhadstoodsilentlyinthedoorwayof

thekitchen,hishandscoveredbyrubberglovesthatdrippedwaterontohisfeet.He

hadpausedinhiswashingofthedishessohecouldwatchjealouslyasDudleywas

takenoutofthehouseandhewasonceagainleftbehind.

Thebutterflylandedonthekitchenwindowsill.Harrynoticeditashestoppedinfront

ofthesinkagain.Itwassmall,withashortfluffybody.It'swingswereadeepgreen,

withsplashesofbrownacrossthem,andHarrythoughtitwasbeautiful.Asmile

spreadonHarry'sface.

"Helloagain.Areyouthesamebutterfly?"Hepulledoffhisgloves,andveryslowly

reachedoutonefinger.ItwasacentimetreawayfromEvanwhenapuffofwind

blewinthroughtheopenwindowandruffledHarry'sfringe.Evancaughtthebarest

glimpseofHarry'slighteningboltscarandangersurgedthroughhim.Thischild,this

boywhohehadpitiedandwanteddesperatelytoprotect,wasthereasonhewas

forcedtohideasaninsect!Hesurgedintotheair,andoutthroughtheopenwindow.

Harryloweredhisarmslowly.Tearssprungtohiseyes,butheblinkedthemback.

Hehadenoughtocryaboutinhislife;hedidn'tneedtocryoverbugsaswell.So

whatifevenabutterflycouldn'tstandtobeinhispresence?

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August25th1985.

IttooktendaysforEvantocalmdown.

AtfirsthefeltmildlypleasedtoknowthatthecauseofLordVoldemort'sdownfall

wasbeingpunished"byMuggles,butpunishednonetheless.Ittookthreedaysfor

himtorealizethatfilthyMugglesdidn'thavetherighttopunishanyWizard,noteven

theBoy-Who-Lived.Twomoredaysmadehimrealizethathewasangrywiththe

MugglesandnotwithHarryanymore.Itwastheseventhdayhehadbeenawaythat

hedecidedhemighthavebeenhastyinleavingthewarm,rainfreebasementhe

hadspentthreedayshidingin.ItwaslastnightthatEvanfinallystoppeddenying

thatfactthatwhathadhappenedtohim,andtoLordVoldemort,wasnotHarry's

fault.Theboyhadbeenayearold;itwouldhavebeenimpossibleforhimtoplan

anysortofattackagainsttheDarkLord.

WhenEvanwokeupthismorningherealizedthatHarrycouldbecomeofverymuch

usetohim,iftaughtcorrectly.

ThebutterflysettledontothemattressinthebasementofNumber4.Evandidn't

botheredtolookaroundbeforehechanged.TheMuggleswereunabletobypasshis

wards,andHarrywasalmostalwayslockedinthecupboardunderthestairs.Helay

backagainstthemattress,hiseyesclosingdespitethefactthatitwasonlynoon,

andhedriftedintoalightdoze.

Outsidethehouse,Harryattemptedtogarden.Thechildwasfiveyearsold,andhe

hadbeenlivingwiththeDursleyfamilyforlittleunderfouryears.Sincehewastall

enoughtoreachthestove,theyforcedHarrytocook.Sincehewasabletocarry

bucketsfullofwater,theyforcedHarrytoclean.AndtheyalwaysmadeHarrydothe

gardening,whetheritwassunnyorraining,sincehewasoldenoughtotellthe

differencebetweenaweedandaflower.

Hepushedthesmallspadeintothedirtandwriggleditharshly.Theground

loosened,andHarryreacheddownandtuggeduptheweedbytheroots.Hethrewit

intothebucketbesidehim.Momentslater,theweedflewbackathimandhithimin

thehead.

Besidehim,hiscousin,Dudleychuckledloudly,reachingintothebucketforanother

weed.

"Stopit!"HarrywhisperedasDudleythrewalumpofdirtathishead.

Dudleyjustlaughedagain.Hepausedsuddenly,eyeswideasapurewhitebutterfly

landedonthedaffodiljustbesideHarry'shand.Dudleysmirked,andHarrywatched

himwarily,wonderingwhathewasgoingtodo."Look,abutterfly."Thefatterchild

said,"Didyoumakeawish?"

"Youdon'twishonbutterflies,"Harrywhimpered,cringingbackasDudleyglaredat

him.

"Youdoso."Anotherglare."Didyoumakeone?"

Dudleydivedforwardsuddenly,fasterthanHarryhadeverseenhimmove,andhe

snatchedthebutterflyrightoffofthedaffodil.Harrylookedatthebutterfly,hoping

thatDudleywouldn'thurtit,butheknewthatwasafutilewish.Soinstead,he

wishedforafriend."Yes,"hebreathedsoftly.

"Itdoesn'tcount,"1Dudleysaidsnidely,standingup.Hesqueezedhishandtightly,

andHarryimaginedhecouldhearthebutterfly'sbodybeingbrokenandcrushedinto

pieces.Inhisimagination,itsoundedlikethecracklingofafire.WhenDudley

openedhishand,heleantforwardandwipedthestickymessontothebackof

Harry'sshirt."Freaksdon'tgettomakewishes."Hewentbackinside.

Harrywatchedhimgoandfrowned.Hebrushedathisback,andcringedashefelt

whatwasleftoftheinsect.OnewingflutteredtothegroundandHarrystaredatit,

stillpurewhite,andfelttearsrising.

Themomenthere-enteredthehouse,hisauntPetuniagrabbedafistfullofhishair

anddraggedhimintothekitchen.Shepushedhimagainstthefridge,andHarry

gaveasoftwhimperassheglareddownathim."Whatdidyoudo,boy?"She

snarled."Whycan'tIgointothebasement?"

Muggleswhodidnotknowaboutmagicwouldhavebeenturnedawayfromanything

wardedwithMuggle-repellingcharms,havingcompletelyforgottenwhytheyhad

wantedtoentertheplacetobeginwith.However,Muggleswhoknewofmagic,such

asPetuniaDursley,foundherpathblockedwithoutreason,butcouldstillremember

thatshewantedtogointothebasement.

"Getinthere,boy,"shehissedassheflungopenthedoor.Sheshovedbetween

Harry'sshouldersandhestumbled,almostfallingdownthestairsexcepthehad

managedtograbontotherailingwithonehand."Cleantheentireplace,andthen

undowhateverfreakythingyoudid."Sheturnedandlefthimthere.Slowly,Harry

wentbackintothekitchen.Hegrabbedthebucketofcleaningproductsfromthe

cupboardunderthesinkandcarrieditdownintothebasementwithhim.

TherewasamanlyingonthesparemattressthatHarryhadheaveddownintothe

basementtwomonthsago.Harry'sbreathcatchinhisthroatashewatchedtheman

breathingsoftly,asleep.Heleftthebucketonthegroundandwalkedover,quietlyso

asnottowakehim,andhesmiledasonehandmovedforwardtobrushbackthe

shoulderlengthbrownhair.

AhandsuddenlygrabbedathiswristandHarryfroze,hisfingersstillonEvan'shair.

"Hello,"thechildwhisperedasbrowneyesnarrowed.

"HelloHarry,"Evansaidashesatup.Hewastense,readytospringintoactionand

defendhimselfifhehadto.

"Mywishcametrue."Harrybreathed."Dudleywaswrong."Theboyletoutasoft

giggle,hisgreeneyesflashinginpleasure.

"Youwishedforme?"Evanaskedcuriously.Hisfreehandcameforwardtobrush

Harry'sfringeawayfromhisforehead,baringthescar.

"Iwantedafriend,andhereyouare."Harrythoughtaboutjumpingforwardand

huggingthemanbutdecidednottopresshisluck.Afterall,Dudleyneverhugged

anyofhisinvisiblefriends.

Evanwatchedhimcuriously,finallylettinggoofHarry'sarm,andhefoldedhisown

handsinhislap.Aslowsmirkspreadacrosshisfaceashethoughaboutthe

possibilitiesbeingofferedtohim.HecouldbetheonetoraiseandmouldtheBoy-

Who-Lived.IfhetookcareofHarry,nodoubtHarrywouldtakecareofhiminreturn,

andiftheDarkLordneverresurfacedhewouldneedHarrytokeephimoutof

Azkaban.

"Yes,Harry,"Evandrawledslowly,stillsmirking,"I'myourfriend.MynameisEvan."

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sighofrelief!

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Evan.HisnamewasEvanRosier.Hisfriend'snamewasEvanRosier.Hisfriend.

His.Harry'sfriend'snamewasEvanRosier.

Thechildsmiledshyly,hisfringehanginginhiseyesandhekepthisfacedown

turned.ButEvancouldseethesmile."Ihaveafriend,"thechildbreathedoutquietly.

Evanwinced,apainfulfeelingwelledupinsideofhimbuthepusheditdown,

batteredituntilitwasgone.Hecouldfeelpityandsympathybutanythingmorewas

toomuch.Hedidnothavethetimetocareforthischild.HewasherewithHarryfor

onereason.

Self-preservationdemandedit.

Evanknewthingsthatothersoftendidn't.Itwasoneoftheperksofbeingoneofthe

DarkLord'sfavourites.UnlikeBellatrixLestrange,Evandidn'tbelieveinboasting

abouthisachievements,aboutthefavourLordVoldemortbestoweduponhim,or

braggingingeneral.Heworkedhardfortherewardshereaped;heearnedthem.He

didn'tfeeltheneedtodefendhimselfinthatrespect.

TheDarkLordfeareddeath.Itwashisoneweaknessintheman'sownmind.But

therewerewaystocheatdeath,thoughallofthemwerebarelyanybetterthan

death.Unicornblood,Necromancy,Horcruxes;allwerecursedanddangerous.

Sometimes,itwasjustbettertodie,Evanthought.ButVoldemortdidn'tthinkthe

sameway.Hewasdeterminedtoliveforever,toruleforever.

Bellatrixhadoftenspokenofthefamily'heirloom'herLordhadbidherprotect.She

hadplacedthegoldencupinherhusband'sGringottsVault,andithadremained

therefornearlyfiveyearsnow.EvanbelievedittobeaHorcrux.LuciusMalfoyhada

diary.NeitherBellatrixnorLuciusknewwhatitwastheypossessed.Evanshouldn't

haveknowneither,buthewasonceofferedaringtotakecareof.Andthoughhe

turnedtheDarkLorddown,hehadglimpsedenoughoftheobjecttoreaditsaura.

Itwasmagical,certainly.Anddark.EvendarkerthanhisLord,ifsuchathingwere possible.Theringfelt,notevil,butnotrighteither.Therewassomethingoffabout theobject,andEvanknewthatevenwithoutitpossessingafragmentofVoldemort's

soultherewouldbesomethingmagicallysinisteraboutthering.1Thatwasthree

HorcruxesthatEvanknewof.Undoubtedly,ifanyonewerecrazyenoughtomake

morethanthree,itwouldhavebeenLordVoldemort.Evanbelievedinexplicablythat

therewasmoreoutthere,somewhere,hiddeninplacesonlyVoldemortwouldknow

tolook.

OrDumbledore.

EvanturnedhisheadtolookatHarry.Theboyfrozewithhismouthopen.

Apparently,hehadbeentalking,thoughEvanhadn'theardawordofitlostashe

wasinhisthoughts,andnowHarrywaitedtobereprimanded.

"Continue,"Evansaidatlast,whenHarrycontinuedtobesilent.Theboyscuffedhis

toesagainstthefloorandhesitantlymovedtositbesideEvanonthemattress.His

shortlegsstretchedoutinfrontofhimandhegiggled."Whatisit?"

"Mytoesonlyreachyourknees."Harrywhispered.Hisvoicewassoft,but

endearing.EvanfeltthathecouldneverbecomeannoyedwithlisteningtoHarry

speak.Bellatrix'svoiceirritatedhisears,Narcissa'sgrantedonhisnerves,Nott's

voicejustmadehimwanttokillthings.ButHarry'svoicewasperfect,Evanthought,

forsingingorreadingastoryuntilsomeonefellasleep.Hypnotic.

"Doyousing?"TheDeathEatersaidsuddenly.Harry'seyeswidened.Helooked

aroundnervously,butdidn'tshakeornodhishead."Doyouknowanysongs?"Harry

gaveaslownodofhishead."Willyousingitforme?IpromiseIwon'tlaugh."Harry

remainedsilentstill,andEvanbegantofeelhispatiencewearing."I'myourfriend."

Thatseemedtodothetrick,becauseHarryimmediatelysatupstraighterand

squaredhisshoulders.HewassoproudofhavingafriendthatEvanfeltpartially

guiltyforusingthewordtomakeHarrydowhathewanted."Earlyonemorning,"the

boybegan.HepausedtogageEvan'sreaction,butthemanjustsmiledathim."Just

asthesunwasri-sing,Iheardamaidsinginthevall-eybelow."Hisvoicewassoft,

musical,andEvanwaspleased.

AsHarrysang,Evancouldseehimgainingconfidence.WithawidesmirktheDeath Eaterstudiedtheboy'smagic.Hsauraflaredupinexcitementashelaunchedinto thechorus,"Ohdon'tdeceiveme,"anditwasabrilliantblendofemeraldgreenand

gold."Ohneverleaveme."2EvanletHarrysing,eventhoughhehadstopped

listeningafterthefirstfewwords.ItwassomethingthatwoulddistractHarrylong

enoughforEvantostudyhim.IfHarrycontinuedwithhismonologuehewould

eventuallyexpectananswerthatEvanwouldbeunabletogivehim,butifHarry

sang,andwhenhefinished,allEvanwouldhavetosaywouldbe,"wowbrilliant,"

andthechildwouldbepleased.Evanhadnointentionofmakinghimselflooklikea

badimaginaryfriendduringtheirfirstmeeting.

Harry'saurawaspowerful,whichEvanalreadyknew.Itstillfeltfamiliartohimbuthe

hadyettolearnwhy.Harry'shappiness,hisconfidence,didn'tseemtostirthedarker

aspectsofthechild'saura.PerhapshewouldhavetoobserveHarrywhenhewas

angryorafraid?

XXX

August28th1985.

EvanhadnotseenHarryfortwofulldays.AfterHarryhadfinishedsinging,hehad

beencalledbackuptothehouseandhehadgoneratherunwillingly.Itwasalittle

easiertomakethechildanswerhisauntafterEvanpromisedtobetherethenext

timeHarrycamebacktothebasement.ButHarryhadn'tcomebackyet.

Therehadbeenabangoncethebasementdoorwasclosed.Harryhadcriedout

andEvanhadlookedupthestairs,listeningforanothercryorslaporbangbutnone

hadcome.Hehadheardmumbling,hushedconversationbetweentwopeople,

presumablythetwoadultDursleys,andthenacarhadbackedoutofthedriveway.

Evanhadflownupthestairsandintothekitchen.Hehadwaited,perchedonthe

windowsillabovethesink,andwhenthecarcameback,Harrywasn'tinit.

Hetoldhimselfthattherewasnothingtoworryabout.Afterall,whywouldhebe

worriedaboutsomeonehebarelyknew,despitethefactthathewasasweet

innocentchildwhowasbeingabused,andwasprobablyafraidandabandoned,or

deadatthesideoftheroad,or"

No.Hetoldhimselftherewasnothingtoworryabout,andhewentbacktothe

basementandhewaited.Harryhadn'tcomeyesterday,ortoday.EvenEvancould

admittogrowingalittleworriedatthispoint.Perhapsheshouldflyupthereand

listeninonanyoftheirdiscussions?Hecouldoftenhearthemmumblingabout'the

freak'andsomethingaboutthebasement,andEvancouldonlyguessthatHarryhad

beenpunishedsomehowfornotbeingabletotakedownthewardsEvanhadraised.

Thedoorbellrang.

Footstepsechoedabovehishead,assomeonerantoanswerthedoor.Evan

exhaledloudly,relievedmorethanhecaredtoadmit,whenheheardHarry'svoice.

Hewassittingatthedooratthetopofthestairs,listeningthroughthekeyhole.He

wandlesslycasta'Sonorous'inthedirectionoftheMuggles.

MrsFigglivedtwostreetsdownfromtheDursleysandwhenevertheDursleys

wantedtogooutsomewheretheyalwaysleftHarrywiththeoldwoman.Evan

sniffedlightly,pressinghisfaceclosertothedoorasifhecouldseethroughit.He

couldfeelit,abriefticklingacrosshisskin,justlikeafteryougiveyourselfanelectric

shock.Thewomanwasmagical,hecouldtellthatmuch.Thoughhedoubtedshe

hadmuchinthewayofpower.ASquibthen,hedecided.Shecouldn'tbemuchofa

threattohim.

TheSquibwastheonewhowasspeakingnow."Petunia!Idon'tunderstandhowit

couldhavehappened."

"Itoldyou,"thehorse-facedwomanhissed."Heisaveryclumsychild.Hefelldown

thebasementstairs."

"Strange."MrsFiggmusedoutloud,"Forheneverfelloncethetwodayshespent

withme."

"Yeswell,"VernonDursleysaid,clearinghisthroat."Boyswillbeboys."

"Areyouimplyingthatyoursonpushedhimdownthestairs,sir?"Sheaskedagain,

narrowinghereyes.Harrystoodatherside,tremblinglightly.Hisleftarmwasina

cast,andtherewasapatchofblackonitthatonceread'getwellsoon'buthadsince

halfrubbedoffintherain.

"How-HowdareyouspeakofmyDudderslikethat!"Petuniashrieked.Shegrabbed

thewomanbytheshouldersandbegantopushheroutofthehouse."Getout,get

outnow.Howdareyoucomeintomyhouseandspeakaboutmysonlikethat!"

"VerywellI'llleave.Butshouldsomethinglikethishappenagain,Ipromiseyou,I

won'tbebringinghimback."MrsFiggturnedandstrodeaway,withoutsomuchasa

goodbyetoHarry.

ThechildflinchedbackasVernonspoke."Allthemorereasontobreakhisother

arm,"themanmutteredtohiswife.

Sheglancedathim,andthenatHarryasifshewasconsideringit,butthenshe

lookedoutofthedoor.MrsFiggwasstandingattheendoftheirdriveway,staringat

her.Petuniacringedandslammedthedoorshut."Gotoyourcupboard."

XXX

August29th1985.

"Wherewereyou?"HarryaskedEvanthefollowingday.Hisaunthadlethimoutof

thecupboardunderthestairswherehesleptandtoldhimtocleantheupstairs

bathroom.AsHarrywascleaning,VernonreceivedaphonecallfromGrunnings,the

companyheworkedfor,andtheyallwentouttosomesortofmeeting.Harrywas

forgottenaboutagain,whichwasagoodthingthistimeasitmeantthathewasn't

lockedbackup.

"Iwashere.Wherewereyou?"

"IwasatMrsFigg'shouse.She'salittlestrange,"thechildblushedguiltilyashesaid

that,"butshe'salotnicertomethan,well,them."

"WhywereyouattheSquibshouse?"

Harrythoughtaboutaskingwhata'Squib'was,butdecidedtoanswerhisfriend's

questionfirst."TheysaidIdidsomethingtothedoor.Myauntcouldn'tgetintothe

basement,andtheysaiditwasmyfault.ItoldthemIdidn'tdoanything,thatmaybe

shewaspushingthedoorthewrongway.Ishouldhaveknownbetter.Ishouldn't

havetalkedback.Myuncle,hepushedme,andItrippedoverthebrushandfellon

myarm.Ihitmyheadaswell,butthebruisealreadyhealed.Theydon'tlikeitwhen

peopleseemehurt.TheyalwayssendmetoMrsFigg'shousewhentheygooutor

whenIgethurttoobadly."

"Howoftendotheyhurtyoubadly?"Evanaskedcalmly.Insidehedesperately

wantedtokilltheMuggles,butoutwardlyhelookedlikehewasn'taffectedinthe

leastbywhatHarrywastellinghim.

Theboypursedhislipsashethought.Hecountedonhisfingersandthenheldthem

uptoEvan."FourtimesIthink.ButonceitwasRipper.He'sauntMarge'sdog.I

don'tlikethemeither."

"Isee."Evansaid.Hisfingernailsbitintothepalmsofhishands.Atrickleofblood

appearedandrandownoneofEvan'swrists,andifHarrynoticedhedidn'tsay

anything.Instead,hesmiledsoftly,andleantforwardasEvanreachedouttobrush

hishairback.

"Evan,"heaskedhesitantly.TheDeathEaternodded."What'saSquib?"

"I'lltellyouwhenyouareolder,child,"Evansaidwithachuckle."Now,beforeIsend

youbackupstairs,whatschooldoyouattend?"

"Idon'tgotoschool.DudleyisinhisfirstyearatthePrimaryschoolsixstreetsover,

butfreaksaren'tallowedmyauntsays."Evanmadeadispleasedhummingnoise.

"Butitdoesn'tmattercauseIcancounttoten,andIcanreadsomewordsanyway,

andIknowallmyshapes-"

"Howmanysidesdoesanoctagonhave?"Evaninterruptedwithasmugexpression.

Harrytrailedoff,lookingextremelypuzzled."Uh,Iknowmostofmyshapes,"he

corrected."AndyousaidIcouldsing.Dudleycan'tsing.SoIdon'treallyneedtogo

toschool,right?"

"Ofcourseyoudo.Butinthemeantime,counttotenforme."Harrydidsowith

ease."Whatcomesafterten?"

"Twelve?Eleven!Elevendoes.Andthentwelve?"

"Yes,Harry,andthen?"

EvancontinuedtoquestionHarryforthenexttwohours,askinghimtheorderof

numbers,thespellingofwords,directions,shapes,colours,anythinghecouldthink

of.Harrylearntquickly.Ifhedidn'tknowtheanswerhewouldsayso,andwhen

Evantoldhimithememorizeditalmostatonce,repeatingtheanswertohimself

twicebeforetellingEvanhewasreadytomovethelessonalong.

WhentheDursleyswereinbed,andHarrywaslockedbackinhiscupboard,Evan

flewintothekitchen.Helandedonthefloorandwaitedcalmlywhilethechangetook

place.Shiftingfrommantobutterflytomancameaseasyasbreathingtothe

Wizard;hehadbeendoingitforsooften.Thehumanbrusheddownhisrobes.Evan

hadspentsolittletimeasahumaninthepastfouryearsthathisrobesbarely

lookedworn,thoughhehadbeenwearingthemsincethenighttheAurorsbrokeinto

hishometoarresthim.

Evanfrownedashelookedaroundthehallwayandrooms.Therewerefamily

portraitseverywhere,fromthewalls,tothebookcasesandsidetables,hungover

thedoorsandbalancedontopoftheTVandradio.NoneofthemincludedHarry.If

Evanhadn'tspokentoHarryforhimself,hewouldneverknowtheboylivedhere,or

evenexisted.

Hefoundtheyellowpagesquicklyenough.FouryearsofhidingintheMuggleworld,

evenasaninsectwasplentyoftimetolearnthebasicsabouthowMuggles

communicated.Hedoubtedthatsocialserviceswouldenjoyanowlflyinginthrough

theirwindowthislateintheday.Itwasn'tactuallythatlate,hethoughttohimself,but

everyoneknewMuggleswereweird.

Hefoundthephonenumberhewaslookingforandhepickedupthephoneand

dialled.Heletthephonering,tappinghisfingerslightlyagainstthesidetable.

Evanwasstandingdirectlyinfrontofthecupboardunderthestairs,whereHarry

wasprobablyasleep,dreamingofabetterfamily.HowwasitthatHarryhadended

uphereanyway?Evanthoughtback,tryingtoremembereverythingheknewabout

Harry'sfamily.

Hismother,Lily,wasMuggleborn,andthesevileMuggleswereobviouslyrelativesof

hers.JamesPotter,hisfather,wasanonlychild.James'parentshaddiedtheyear

beforeHarrywasborn,andEvanrecalledthatwhileVoldemorthadreceivedthe

blame,theexplosionthatcollapsedpartofPotterManorhadnotactuallybeenonhis

Lord'sorders.Lily'sparentswerepresumablydead.Petunianeverspokeofthem,

andtherewerenopicturesofanyonebutVernon,PetuniaandDudleyinthehouse.

Itwaslikeshehadnootherfamily,wantednootherfamily.DidHarryhaveany

godparents?TherewastheLongbottomwoman,butshewashardlyacapable

guardian.DriventoinsanitybyBellatrix,Aliceandherhusbandnowbothresidedin

StMungos,andwereincapableofraisingtheirownson,letaloneHarryPotter.

EvanthoughtheheardFenrirGreybackoncementionthatoneofthepupsheturned

hadagodchild.ThepupwasafriendofJames',butEvandoubtedthatevenPotter

wasafoolenoughtoleavehischildtoawerewolf.Asapureblood,Jamesshould

haveknownthatHarrywouldneverhavebeenplacedinawerewolf'scarebythe

Ministry,regardlessifthatwaswhathiswillwanted.

ItreallyappearedasiftherewasnooneelsetocareforHarry.

Evansnorted;theideaseemedludicrous.Surelytherewassomeoneoutthere

willingtolookaftertheBoy-Who-Lived?AscloselyrelatedasallPurebloodswere,

howcouldtherenotbesomeonestillalivewhowouldbearelativeofHarry's?

"Sorry,hello?"Avoiceaskedthroughthephone.

Evanscowleddownatit.Hepursedhislips,thenclearedhisthroatandsaid,"yes,

hello.IwouldliketoreportthatIknowofachildwhoisbeingpurposelykeptoutof

theeducationsystem."

"Howoldisthischild?"

"Hewasfivelastmonth.Heliveswithhisaunt,andherfamily,inLittleWhinging,

Surrey."

"MayIhaveyournameandtelephonenumber,pleasesir?"Thewomanasked.

"Iwouldliketoremainanonymous,butthechild'snameisHarryPotter.Helivesat

Number4,PrivetDrive."Evanhungupthephonewithasmile.Ashewalkedpassed

thecupboardhepressedhishandoverthegrill,strokingitlightlywithhisfingertips.

Hedidn'tsayanything.Hestoodforafewmoremoments,listeningtoHarry'slight

breathingthroughthedoor,beforehewalkedbackdownintothebasement.

Evanlayhimselfdownontothemattress,foldinghishandsbehindhisheadashe

lookedupattheceiling.HesoonlosthimselfinthoughtsofHarry,andLord

Voldemort,andwhathisfuturemightbring.Maybe,oneday,hemighttakeHarry

awayfromhere.Hehadneverconsideredhimselfparentmaterial.Hehadnever

muchlikedchildren,oranyoneforthatmattertobehonest,butchildrenhadalways

beennothingmorethanawaytokeepbloodlinesgoinginhiseyes.

Malfoy,Crabbe,Goyle,Parkinson,Nott;theyallhadchildrentocarryontheirnames.

Andforthemostpart,fromwhathehadseen,theyweredecentenoughparentsas

wellasstrictHeadsofHouses.Nottadmittedlywasacrapfather.Hetreatedhis

eldestsonthesamewayEvanhadalwaysimagedhewouldbehavearoundachild

ofhisown.Nottactedliketheboywasn'tthere.TheHouseElvesrearedhim,fed

him,clothedhim,andhismotherwasdead.Nott'ssecondson,withhisnewwife,

wouldprobablybeinHarry'syearatHogwarts.Evanhadn'tseenthatboymuch,but

hedoubtedNottSrwouldbeanydifferenttowardshim,thanwithhisfirstborn.

MalfoywasverycarefultokeephissonawayfromEvan.Thatwasapointless

endeavourreally:Evandidn'tmuchcareforblonds.Butthenagain,Malfoyhad

founditverydifficulttoconceiveachild.Hiswifehadsufferedtwomiscarriages,and

astillbornbeforeDracohadarrived,andthechildwasunderstandablyspoiled

rotten.EvancouldseewhyLuciuswasprotectiveoftheonlychildhewouldlikely

everhave.

Evanhadalwaysfavouredtheraidswheretherewerechildreninvolved.

MugglechildrenweredifferenttoWizardingchildren,inmostpeople'sminds.

Wizardingchildrenwerescarce.Therewasenoughforthreeschoolsthroughout

Europe,comparedtothreeschoolsineachneighbourhoodfortheMugglechildren.

Forthemostpart,thatwasduetoPurebloodparentshavingonechildeach.Butalso

becauseitwasbecomingharderandhardertocarrychildrenfulltermwithallofthe

inbreedingthattookplace.TomanypeopleMuggleschildrenwereasbadastheir

Muggleparents.Childrencouldbecruel,andspiteful,anddownrightevilattimes,

buttheywerestillchildreniftheyweremagical.IftheywereMuggle,mostpeople

justtoldthemselvesthatchildrenornot,onedaythey'dgrowuptobejustliketheir

parents.Itmadekillingthemthatmucheasier.

Evanneverliedtohimself.Childrenwerechildrenwhethertheycoulddomagicor

not.Tohim,theonlydifferencewasthathedidn'tlikeMuggleones.

LuciusMalfoyneverparticipatedonaraidwheretheywereexpectedtokillchildren.

AsoneofLordVoldemort'sfavourites,Luciusgotawaywithit.Heattended,hegave

orders,andhewatchedneveroncehelping.Buthenevertookpart.Hewouldn't

eventorturetheadults;hemerelywatchedthechildrendie.

EvanalwaysinsistedthatmadeLuciusasickerpersonthanhim.Evanwasn'tthat

bad,really.Surehelikedtotorturechildren,andheenjoyedwatchingthemcryand

screaminpain.Butwhodidn't?ExceptMalfoy,ofcourse,whichmadetheblond

Wizardtheweirdone.Merlin,evenAverypreferredtobedchildrenthanWitches!

Evandidn'tlikechildren.Hehadneverimaginedmarryingandhavingachild,

becausehedidn'twantone.Hetoldhimselfhedidn'twantHarryeither.Hetold

himselfthatheonlycaredbecauseHarrywasaWizard,andhewasbeingabused

byaMuggle.Ofallthefilthycreaturesintheworld,Mugglesweretheworst.No

MugglehadtherighttoharmaWizardoraWitch.EvenMugglebornswerebetter

thanMuggles,theyatleastcoulddomagic.Therewassomehopeforthem.

EvanwantedtotakeHarryawayandcareforhim.

Itwasstrange,andwrong.Heshouldn'twanttocarefortheboy.Hebarelyknew

him.Hecouldn'tpossiblylikehimalready.Norlovethechild.AndyetEvancouldn't

imagineleavingthishousewithouttheboyintoe.

TheDeathEatersnortedandclosedhiseyes.Stilllostinthought.

Hewouldhavetodosomethingabouttheveryannoyingfeelingsthatwere

beginningtosurface.Itwouldn'tdotogetattachedtosomeonewhowouldbeofno

usetoEvaninthefuture.Harryneededtobeofuse,orEvanwouldhavenoneedof

Harry.Itwasassimple,asSlytherin,asthat.

Rosierhadtime.Hecouldaffordtostayhereforawhilelonger,fortheforeseeable

futurepossibly.HecouldcontinuetostudyHarrywhentheyweretogether,testhis

aptitude,andcontemplatetheboywhenEvanwasalone.Maybe,ifHarryprovedto

beworthwhile,Evanwouldtrytoteachhimsomemagic.He'dwaittoseehowHarry

performedandhe'dtrytofindoutwhyHarry'saurafeltsofamiliarbeforehepassed

judgement.

Untilthen,EvanwouldstayatNumber4.

XXX

1"TheRingistheResurrectionStone,oneofthethreeDeathlyHallows.

2""NeverLeaveMe",anIrishFolksong,butnooneseemstoknowbywhom.It

wasusedinSeason7ofBuffytheVampireSlayer,asSpike's'trigger'word.

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Thankyouallforreading.Pleaseleaveareview;Iwouldlovetoknowwhatyou

think.

AndpleasestopaskingmewhenmyEvanwillstarttoactlikeNoctem'sfromLifeof Lies.Hewon't.HeismyEvan:completelydifferent,individual,mine.It'sreally startingtohurtmyego,youknow.Anditgetsverypersuasive.Theotherday(after aboutfivecommentssaying'wowheissodifferenttoLifeofLies,why?Willhebe thesamelater?'Ithoughttomyself 'WellIbetterupdateLifeofLies thenI thought Idon'twriteLifeofLies!'Ihear'LoL'morethanIhear'Butterfly'inthe reviews;I'mstartingtobelieveIownthewrongstory.)

Chapter3

Hereisthenewchapter.Thenextchapterprobablywon'tbeposteduntilthemiddle

ofMay.Myfinalsarecomingup,andI'mdyingattheverythoughtofdoingFIVE

universityexams.It'sthemostI'veeverhadtodoatonetime,andit'sacomplete

shocktothesystem,letmetellyou.

IjustupdatedTheLambs(yesterday)butafterthisIprobablywon'tbearoundmuch,

whatwithalltherevisionIneedtodo.Soforgivemyimminentabsenceplease?

Although,toallmyfavouriteauthorsoutthere,goupdate:it'llhelpmeprocrastinate!

A/NREAD:Firstly,Iwouldliketothank"abibliophobia"and"Alexiad"atFFnetfor

theirreviewforChapter2.Secondly,thankyoualsoto"cw"atHPFandomfortheir

reviewforChapter2.Youallrock.Thischapterisdedicatedtothethreeofyou.

Enjoy.

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August31st1985.LittleWhinging.

Thedoorbellrang,andPetuniahurriedoutofthekitchen.Harrystayedwherehe

was,crouchedagainstthesinkwithhisarmsraisedoverhishead.Hisaunthadjust

beenabouttohithimwithamilksaucepan,andHarrywasn'tgoingtoputhisarms

downandriskgettinghitwhenPetuniacamebackinside.

Shecamebackintothekitchenquicklyenough,butwithoutthesaucepan.There

wasamiddle-ageswomanwithher.TheMugglewaspaleandredheaded,and

Petuniasneeredatherwhenevershewasn'tlooking.Harrythoughtshelookeda

littlebitlikehowEvandescribedLilyPotter:maybethatwaswhyPetuniahatedher?

"CanIhelpyou?"Petuniahissed,tryingtoforceapolitesmileontoherface.

Thewomanhadintroducedherselfatthedoor,andtoldPetuniashehadbetter

explaininsideofthehouse."Isyourhusbandhere?"Shedidn'twaitforananswer.

Shelookedaroundthekitchen,spottedHarrywhowasstilltensedandwaitingtobe

smacked,andpursedherlips."ThisisHarryPotterIpresume?Helloyoungman,"

sheheldahandouttowardshim,buthemerelystaredatitwideeyed.Shecleared

herthroatanddrewbackherhand.Whenitwasbyherside,andnotcloseenough

tostrikeHarry,hespoke.

"Hellotoyoutoo,Mrs.Howareyou?"

"I'mverywell,dear.You?"Thewomanpulledaclipboardoutofthesatchelshewas

wearingonhershoulder."CouldIaskyousomequestionsplease?"

Harrynodded,evenasPetuniasaid,"No."

Thewomaninvitedherselftositdownatthetable.HernamewasJaneNeville,and

shewasasocialworker."Whyaren'tyouatschool,Harry?"

Itwasthefirstdayforprimaryschooltobestartingupagain.Dudleyhadbeen

attendingasummerschooltopreparehimforthedifferencesbetweennursery

schooland'bigboys'school,asVernoncalledit.Harryhadn'tattended.ButtoHarry

hedidn'tseeadifference.Schoolwasschool,andnomatterwhattheytaught,Harry

hadn'tbeenallowedtoattend.Dudley'sfirstdaywastoday,andtheolderfiver-year-

oldhadtakengreatpleasureinrubbingitinHarry'sface,andthenhittinghimwith

hisschoolbooks.

"Idon'tgotoschool."Hesaidsoftly,shootingworriedlooksoverJane'sshoulder.His

auntwasglaringathim,hermouthturneddownintoafrownandherfistswere

clenchedathersides."I'mnotallowed."

"Doyouwanttogotoschool?"Sheaskedsoftly.

"Whichschool?"Harryneededtoknowwhethergoingtoschoolwouldmeanbeing

inthesamebuildingasDudleyformostoftheday.WhenDudleywasatschool,and

Vernonwasatwork,andPetuniawenttothesupermarket,Harrywasallowedto

spendtimeinthebasementwithEvan.

"Theprimaryschooldowntheroad.Yourcousingoesthere,doesn'the?"

Harry'snosewrinkled."Yeah,hedoes."Theboyletoutasigh.Hedidn'twanttogo

toschoolwithDudley,butEvanwantedhimtogotoschool.Evanhadtoldhimas

much.Evanwasagoodfriendtohim.Evanpromisedtoalwaysbehisfriend;the

leastHarrycoulddoinreturnwasgotoschool."YesIwanttogotoschool."

"Well,Harry,that'sreallyallIneedtospeaktoyouabout.IfIcouldtalktoyouraunt

inprivate,please?"HarrylookedatPetuniawhogaveastiffnod.Hecovereda

smile,whispered'goodbye'tothewomanandopenedthedoorthatledtothe

basement.

"Evan?"Hecalledsoftlyashewalkeddownthestairs.Heknewbetterthantostartle

Evan.Themandidn'tappreciatebeingwokenupsuddenly.Itwasmid-daybutEvan

hadverystrangesleepingpatterns,Harryhadnoticed.Hedidn'tthinktheywere

anythingstrange,though.Afterall,Evanwasimaginarysohecouldhaveimaginary

sleepwheneverhewanted."Areyouawake?"

"Whatareyoudoinghere?"Thebutterflythatwashangingoffofthelightbulb

fluttereddown,changingintoamanasittouchedoffoftheground.Harrygavea

delightedgasp,asEvanseemedtoappearoutofthinair.

"There'sasocialworkerupstairs.IthinkIgettogotoschool."Hetoldhisfriend.

Evanheldahandout,andthefive-year-oldtookitwithadelightedsmile.Hestill

hadn'tworkedupthecouragetohughisimaginaryfriend,buthealwayslooked

forwardstotheoccasionaltimeswhenEvanwouldrufflehishair,ortakehishand,or

theywouldsitsidebysideandHarrywouldfeelEvan'slegpressingagainsthisown.

ItalwaysmadeitfeelmorerealwhenhecouldfeelEvan.

HarryhadaskedDudleyaboutimaginaryfriends.Hiscousinhadpunchedhiminthe

face,laughedandtoldHarrythatitfigured,becausenoonerealwouldwanttobe

hisfriend.Dudleynevertouchedhisimaginaryfriends,thoughhedidgetthemto

beatupimaginaryfreaks"thatonlyhappenedwhenDudleywashadjusthitHarry.

Allfreaksdeservedtobesmackedaround.ThatwastheDursleymotto.

Ifimaginaryfriendscouldn'tbetouched,butEvancouldbetouched,didthatmean

Evanmightbereal?ThethoughtofitgaveHarryasuddenchill.Hetrembledlightly,

andEvansqueezedhishandincomfortthinkingthattheboywasworriedabouthis

relatives'reactions.Evanmightbereal.Thatwouldbelikeadreamcometruefor

Harry.Someonereal,someonewhocouldtakehimawayfromtheDursleysand

careforhim.Someonewhowouldlovehim.HeturnedtoEvan,andofferedhima

blindingsmile.

TheDeathEatergaveasmalltwitchofhislipsinreturn.Hisbrowwasfurrowedas

hewonderedwhatHarrywasthinkingabout.Surely,hecouldn'tbethathappyabout

school?

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WhenVernoncamehome,withDudleyintow,Petuniawaswaitingatthefrontdoor.

Harrywasbackinhiscupboardandhewasn'tgoingtobeletoutuntilthenext

morning.Harryhadleftthebasementwhenhegrewhungry.HetriedtotellEvanthat

itdidn'tmatter,thathewouldn'tbefedanyway,butEvanhadinsistedheget

somethingtoeat.Petuniahaddraggedhimtowardsthecupboardtheminuteshe

sawhiminthekitchen.Theboyhadthoughtaboutcomplainingthathewashungry,

butitwasasifPetuniaknewwhathewasthinkingbecausesheturnedtohimand

smackedhisrightacrosstheface.Shepushedhimintothecupboardandlockedthe

door,hereyesspittingdaggersatHarrythewholetime.

Dudleyhadbeensenttohisroomtocleanupbeforedinner.Vernonwasdragged

intothekitchen.

"Someoneknows!"Petuniahissed."Someonecalledsocialservices."Shewas

wringingherhandsinfrontofherstomachnervously."They'recomingback.They

wanttoinvestigatethefreakshomelife,andthesaidtheyweregoingtolookinto

Dudley'scareaswell."

"Howdaretheyimplythatwedon'ttakecareofourson!"Vernonsnarled,hisface

turningpuceinanger."Thatlittlefreak.Thisisallhisfault!"

"No!No,Vernon,"Petuniascreamedasherhusbandmadehiswaytowardsthe

cupboard."Whatifthey'restillwatching?"Shewhimpered.

Hesteppedbackintothekitchenandclosedthedoor."Theycan'twatchhimallof

thetime."Hepromisedhimself.Thefreakwouldpay.

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September1st1985.LittleWhingingPrimarySchool.

Harryhadmissedthefirstdayofschool.

Forchildren,thefirstdayiswhenfriendsaremadeandcliquesareformed.Itswhen

everyonegroupsoffwiththepeoplethey'veknownsincebirthandawayfromthose

whonooneseemstolike,sothelonersallgroupofftogether.ButHarryhadn'tbeen

there.

Hedidn'tthinkhewasgoingtolikeschoolverymuch.

DudleyandhisfriendPiers,wholivedonthesamestreetasthem,hadalready

befriendedallofthebiggerboysintheiryear.Itwasagangofbulliesversusthe

otherfirstyearstudents,buttheyhadallformedgroupsaswell,hopingtoprotect

themselveswithlargernumberssincetheylackedinsize.Harrydidn'thaveany

suchprotection.

Asmallredheadedboyhadtriedtotalktohim,butDannySmithhadkickedhimin

theback.Theboy,whosenamewasDavid,hadfallenoverwithacry.Oncehewas

onthefloor,Dannyhadstoodonhim,digginghisheelsintoDavid'sbackand

makingtheboysqueal,tearsstreamingdownhisface.

"Nooneistobefriendswiththefreak,isthatunderstood?"Dudleycommanded,

walkingovertoplaceahandimperiouslyonDanny'sshoulder.

WhentheyfinallyletDavidgetupoffofthefloor,hehadrunawaywithouta

backwardsglancetoHarry.Nooneelsehadevendaredlookatthegreen-eyedboy

afterthat.

Intheirfirstclass,theywerepainting,andDudleytookgreatpainstothrowasmuch

paintontoHarry'sclothesaspossible.Heknewhismotherwouldbeveryangrywith

Harryforruininghisclothing,despitethefactthattheywereDudley'shand-me-

downsandhadseenmuchbetterdays.Duringtheirmorningbreak,whenallofthe

childrenwereoutsideplaying,Harrywashidingbehindtheindustrialdustbins.

Dudley'snewfriendshadspottedhimthemomenthewalkedoutofthebuildingand

theyhadbegunchasinghim.

Harryspenthislunchbreaklockedinsideofthelibrary,whichwasfunbecausehe

hadlockeditfromtheinsidesonoonecouldgoinafterhim.Heknewallofhis

letters,andEvanwashelpinghimwiththeharderwordsandtheirmeanings.He

foundalow-gradebookandpulleditdown,flippingthroughit.Thefirstfewpages

wereeasyenough,thoughhehadtosoundoutafewwordstwicebeforehegotthe

hangofthem.Bythetimehegottothemiddleofthebookhehadfoundafewwords

hedidn'tunderstand,andhetriedtorememberthemsohecouldaskEvanwhat

theymeant.Hedidn'thaveanymoney,orsandwiches,oranythinglikethatwithhim,

sohewasratherhungry.Butheknewbetterthantoaskforfood.

NoonehadtoldHarrythatprimaryschoolluncheswerefree.Theywerepaidforat thebeginningoftheyearalongwiththetuitionfeesthatparents'donated'tothe

schools.1

WhenHarryhadleftthelibrarytogotohislastclassoftheday,whichwasstory

hour,Dudleyhadfoundhimaloneinthecorridor.Harryhadbeenpushedintoan

emptyroomandDudleyhadturnedthelockandwalkedaway,leavingHarrytrapped

inside.WhentheteachersfoundHarrytheyhadfeltbadforhimbecausetheboy

wascurledintoaball,cryinghiseyesout,whileclutchingathisknees.Butwhen

theyhadrangPetuniaDursleytocomepickhimup,sincehehadmissedtheschool

bushome(verystrangethathewasmeanttotakethebuswhenVernondroveinto

pickupDudleyeveryday,butnoonequestionedit)shehadbeenrathercoldand

insistedthatHarrywouldprefertowalk.

Itwasonlyafifteen-minutewalk,butHarrywasfive!Hismathteacher,whowas ratherpleasedwithHarry'sprogresssofar,offeredtowalkhimhomeonhisway. AdamGrangewasinhismid-twentiesandheknewwhatitwasliketobeneglected byparents.Hisownhadn'tbeenthatfondofhim,alwaystoobusyfussingoverhis mucholdersister.Buthehadneverbeenhit,andhedidn'trealizethatHarrywashit

regularlyorhewouldn'thavelefttheboyattheendofthedrivewaytoNumber4to

facehisuncle'swrath.

WhenMr.Grangewasoutofeyesight,Harryknockedonthedoorsoftly.Vernon's

fistcameout,beforethedoorwasevenfullyopened,andgrabbedholdofHarry's

hair.Hedraggedtheboyinside,andsmackedhimtwiceacrosstheface:oncefor

ruininghisclothes,andonceagainforembarrassingthembyrefusingtocome

home.Harrydidn'teventrytodefendhimself.

WhenVernonfinallygrewtiredofshoutingathim,themanshovedhimaway.Harry

felltohisknees,hissingastheyscrappedagainstthecarpet,butwaiteduntilhewas

dismissedbeforehestoodup.Warily,notwantingtobecaughtgoingnottothe

cupboardlikehehadbeentoldtogo,buttothebasement,Harryheadedintothe

kitchenshootingfranticlooksoverhisshoulders.Heopenedthedoor,andslowly

begantowalkdownthestairs.

"Whatareyoudoing?"HeaskedEvan.TheDeathEaterwasholdingastickinthe

air,wavingitinacircle,andmutteringsomethinginalanguageHarrycouldn't

understand.

"Magic,"themansaidsimply.

Harrytiltedhisheadtotheside,tryingtodecideifEvanwasbeingseriousornot.

Vernonhadalwayssaidmagicdidn'texist.Dudleywasn'tevenallowedtowatch

Disneyfilms,somagicreallymustn'tbereal!Harryjustnodded;silentlydecidingthat

Evanwasmakingajoke.Hefloppeddownontothemattress,andsighed.

"Ihateschool."

Evanlookedathimoutofthecornerofhiseyes.Hetuckedhiswandawayinsideof

hissleeve,knowingthatHarrywasn'tlooking.Theboywasbruisedagain,andhis

clothesweredirtyandpaintsplattered."Iknow."Hesaidsoftlyinreply,reachingout

onehandtorestontopofHarry'sblackhair.

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1"Inmyprimaryschooltheyusedtosendlettershomeaskingfor'mandatory

donations':whichisabitofacontradictiondon'tyouthink?

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Thanksforreading.Ihopeyou'reallenjoyingthepaceI'mgoingat.Ihaven'tquite

decidedwhetherornottokeepthingsgoinglikethis,orskipafewyears,ornot.Let

meknowifyouhaveanypreferencesandI'lltakethatintoaccount.AuntMargeand

Ripperfeatureinthenextchapter"andEvanfinallyfiguresoutwhyHarryfeelsso

familiar!Staytuned.

Chapter4

Ok,sorryaboutthedelay,butIdidhaveexamsandwork,whichcomefirst obviously.IfinishedSparkleyesterday,sohereisachapterofButterfly.Ihave

jumpedforwardfromSeptember1985toMay1986:Harryisalmost6.Remember,

it'llbeJuly1988whenVernondies.Characterdeathaheadthough,butnotVernon's

sorry!

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Chapter4

May27th1986.LittleWhingingPrimarySchool.

Harrycouldn'trememberthelasttimehehadrunsofast.Hecouldhearthembehind

him,allfiveofthemgainingonhim.Heknewheneededtorunfaster,buthedidn't

thinkhecould.Howcouldhegoanyfasterwhenhefeltasifhislungswereaboutto

burstandhislegshadturnedtojelly?Harryknewhecouldn'tletthemcatchhim.

Dudleyhadbeenoffsickforthreedayswiththeflu,andnodoubteveryoneofhis

friendsthoughtthatitwasHarry'sfault.Theyblamedeverythingonthefreak,bothat

homeandinschool.AuntPetuniahadrefusedtofeedhimuntilDudleygotbetter

again.FortunatelyforHarry,twomonthsafterhestartedschool,hehadfiguredout

thatthefoodinthecanteenwasfree.Mr.Grangewasevenniceenoughtobringa

plateoffoodintothelibraryforHarry,afterthefifthtimehehadcaughtHarryhiding

thereinsteadofgoingtothecanteen.Hedidn'tmindnoteatingathome,whenhe

couldeatasmuchashewantedinschool.

"Thereheis!"DannySmithscreamed.

AndyYounggavea'whoop',andspedup."Gethim!"Hehollered.

Harrygaveasoftcry,forcinghimselftomovefaster.Heneededtorun,andrun,and

run.Maybehecouldrunallofthewayhome,andheandEvancouldrunaway

together?Heshookhishead,clearingawaythethoughtsthatwereboundtodistract

him,andranaroundtohidebehindtheindustrialwheeliebins.Maybetheywouldn't

seehim?

"Ithinkthelittlefreakishiding."JasonHigginsspat.

"Comeout,littlefreak,comeout."PiersPolkissjeered."Weonlywanttoplaywith

you."

"Iseehim,"LiamWestsaidwithagrin.Hegrabbedontothesideofthebinand

triedtopullitawayfromthewall.Harryhadwedgedhimselfbetweenthewalland

thebin,knowingnoneoftheotherboysweresmallenoughtofit."Helpme."

Harryclosedhiseyestightly,tensedhislegsandbracedhimselftobeginrunning

again.Thebinmovedawayfromhim."Gothim!"SomeoneshoutedjustasHarry

doveforward,eyesstillclosed.Hefell."Where'dhego?"Someoneasked,confused.

Harryopenedhiseyes,andstifledagasp.Hewasontheroofofthebuilding,lying

onthefloorhavingtrippedoveraladderthecaretakerhadleftthere.Howdidheget

uphere?Hegrinned,hishandspressedoverhismouthtostophimselfgiggling.The

otherswouldneverbeabletogetuphere.Hewassafe.Allhehadtodowaswait

forthemtoleaveandclimbdownagain.

Whentheboysweregone,Harrypeeredovertheedgeoftheroofandgasped.He

hadn'trealizedhewasupsohigh.Howdidhegetuphereanyway?Andhowwas

hegoingtogetbackdown?

Hewasdanglingoffthesideofthebuilding,unsurewhetherheshouldletgoand

fall,orclimbbackupandkeepwaiting,whenhismathsteacherwalkedpast.

"Mr.Potter?"Heaskedsoftly,frowning.

"HelloMr.Grange,sir."Harrywhimperedasthemanplacedhishandsonhiships

andsighed."I'mstuck."

"I'llgogetthecaretaker.Don'tfall."Adamranoff.Whenhecamebackanotherman

waswithhim.Aladderwasproppedagainstthewall,andthesecondmanhelped

Harryclimbdown."Howdidyougetupthere?"

"Idon'tknow.Iwasjustrunningandrunning,andthenIwasthere,andI'msosorry!"

Harrybabbled,eyeswideandglossywithtears.Hewassoafraidthatsomeone

wouldtelluncleVernon.

"Iunderstand.Youmustnothavebeenlookingwhereyouweregoing."

Heshookhishead."Ihadmyeyesclosed,sir."

"Youwereveryluckynottohavegottenhurt!"Heexclaimed,placingalighthandon

Harry'sshoulder."Backinsidewithyounow.ThankyouGeorge,"headdedtothe

caretakerastheywalkedaway.

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May27th1986.LittleWhinging.

AuntMargehadcometovisitNumber4.Shehadbeenalla-flutterwithworrywhen

herbrotherhadrangherup,informingherthatheronlynephewwasill.Convinced

hewasonhisdeathbed,shehadpackeduponesuitcase,grabbedherprize-

winningBulldoganddrivenstraighttoLittleWhinging.

"OhVernon,"sheexclaimed,"ohdear,ohdear!"Shepushedthesuitcaseintohis

arms,andshoulderedpasthimintothehouse,clutchingherdogunderonearm."Oh

Ripper,whatevershallwedoifhedies?MypreciousDiddydums."

"He'snotdying,Marge,"Petuniaexplainedwithasighandafrown."He'sjustill.

He'llbeoksoon."

"Itwasprobablythatfreaksfaultanyway,"Vernonmutteredasheputherbagdown

atthebaseofthestairs."Contagiouslittleblighter."

"Idonotunderstandwhyyoukeephim,Vernon!Justpackhimofftoanorphanage

orawhorehouseorsomething.It'sprobablyallhe'llamounttoanyway.Auseless,

parentlesstrampisallheis."

"Wereallyaretookindtohim,"Vernonagreedashesatbesideheronthesofa.

"CouldIhavesometea,Petunia?"

Vernonnoddedenthusiastically,notnoticingthefrownonhiswife'sfaceatbeing

treatedlikeaslaveinherownhome."Andsomebiscuitstoo,pet."

Withasneershewentintothekitchen.Silently,shemadethetea,andthenwaveda

teatowelatthebrownandgreenbutterflythatwasperchedontopofthebreadbin.

"Shoo,goaway,filthyinsect,"shemuttered.Evanflewuptotheceiling,andhung

upsidedownjustabovePetunia'shead."Pitythefreakisn'thome.It'shisjobtodo

this,uselesslittlebrat.Whatdoesheneedaneducationforanyway?"Sheforceda

fakesmileonherfaceandplacedtheteasetonthekitchentable."Tea'sready."

"Bringitinhere."Margeholleredback.

Petuniagrittedherteeth,pickeduptheteasetandmadeherwaybackintotheliving

room.Evanwatchedhergo.Heflutteredbackdowntothebreadbinandremained

thereunmovingforsometime.Hefeltnopityforher.Shecouldbeasangry,as

humiliated,orasdemeaned,assheliked,itwouldbenothingashorribleaswhat

sheandherhusbandmadeHarryfeelabouthimself.

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AnhourbeforeHarryarrivedhomethatday,theprincipaloftheprimaryschoolrang

Number4.George,thecaretaker,hadmentionedhavingtorescueakidfromthe

canteenroof.Thinkingnothingofit,hetoldthemthechild'sname,butPrincipal

HarverhadbeenwellwarnedaboutHarryPotter,andthefamilyhadinsistedtheybe

informedifeverHarrydidsomething'strange',or'weird',or'freakish'.Principal

HarverfiguredtheDursley'swouldalsoliketoknowwhenHarrydidsomething

'naughty',soherangthem.

Hewalkedthroughthedoorsilently,hisheaddownandhiseyesonthefloor.He

didn'tseeVernonreachouttohim,buthefeltthemangrabafistfullofhishair.His

headwastuggedup,andwidegreeneyessettledonhisuncle'sinfuriatedface.

"Whatwereyoudoingontheroof,youfreak!"Hehissed,spittingacrossHarry'sface

inhisanger.

"Iwas-Iwasrunning,sir."

"RUNNING?ONTHEROOF?"Hehollered,hisfaceturningaworryingshadeof

purple.

"Theywerechasingm-me,sir.I'ms-sorry."Hiseyeswerewateringup,buthe

blinkedbackthetears.Hisunclenevercaredmuchforhistears:theyjustmade

Vernonangrier.

"Youwantsomethingtorunfrom,boy,isthatit?"VernonthrewHarrybackwards,

lettinggoofhishair.Thethreeadultschuckledwhenhefelltothefloor."You

rememberAuntMarge,don'tyou,freak?"

"Hello,a-aunt,"Harrystuttered.Hemadenomovetopickhimselfupfromthefloor.

"Sister,shallwegivehimsomethingtorunfrom?"Vernonaskedsoftly,thoughhis

eyeswerebrightandahorriblesmilewassnakingitswayacrosshisface.

Margegavehimagrininreturn,andwhenHarrycaughtsightofitheshuddered.

"Sick'em,Ripper,"shesaidwithaclickofherfingers.TheBulldogwhohadbeen

docileandsilent,lyingbeforethefireplace,wassuddenlyonhisfeet,snarlingand

slatheringatthemouth.ItmovedtowardsHarry,andlunged.

Harrythrewhimselfoutoftheway,aterrifiedshriekleavinghismouthashe

scrambledtohisfeetandranpasthisuncleandintothekitchen.

Evanflutteredtowardsthewindow,watchingHarrytareoutofthebackdoorandinto

thegarden.

Itwasn'tthefirsttimetheyhadletRipperchasehim.Harryhadlearntthefirsttime,

thatdogscan'tclimbtrees.AndtherewasaratherniceOakinthebackgarden

whoselowerbrancheswerejustlowenoughforHarrytoreach.Hescrambledforthe

tree,jumpingandstretchingouthisarms.Buthecouldn'treachthebranches.They

weretootall.Hebeganhyperventilating,breathcomingfartooquickly,andhefelt

hisvisionswimforasecond.

Ripperwasleavingthekitchen,slowly,likeananimaltheywasenjoyingthehuntbut

whoalsoknewitwascomingtoanend.Ripperwassavouringit,andHarryknew

therewasnothinghecoulddoaboutit.Helookedaroundfranticallyandnearly

screamedwhenhesawthetwobrancheshehadalwaysbeenabletoreachlying

discardedontheground.Besidethemwasachainsaw.UncleVernonhadcutthem

offthetree.

"No,no,no,please,no,"hemutteredholdinghishandsouttowardsRipper,hoping

tomakethedogbackaway."Pleaseno,no,no,"hebreathed,astearscoursed

downhisface.

Thethreeadultshadwalkedintothegarden.Theyspreadoutinfrontofthedoor,so

therewasnochanceofHarryescapingbackinsidetohide,orrunningfromthe

house.Thebackgardenfencewastootallforhimtoclimb."Nowyouhave

somethingtorunfrom,boy,"Vernonsaid."Ipresumeyouwon'tbesostupidasto

runfromDudley'sfriendsinthefuture."

"Please,I'msorry,please,no,please,"Harrybegged.Hewouldhavefallentohis

kneesandkeptbeggingbutRippergaveanothergrowlandtookastepforward.

Harrysteppedback,comingflushagainstthetree.

Inthekitchen,Evanheardascreamandhecouldhaveswornhisheartstoppedfor

amoment.Hechangedback,rushingtothewindowanddrewbackthecurtains.

Whileheknewtherewasariskofbeingseen,hedidn'tcare.Suddenly,nomatter

howhardhehadtriedtodenyitbefore,Harrywasmoreimportant.Thechildwas

curledupontheground,theBulldoghoveringoverhim,itsmouthlockedaroundan

armoraleg,Evancouldn'ttell.Butthecriesweredefinitelycomingfromhischild.

Hewithdrewhiswandandpointeditatthedog.Hedidn'tthinkthiswouldhelpHarry

inthelongrun,buthewassoangryhewasn'tabletothinkstraight.Hewhispered

thewordsoftheBoneShatteringCurseandfeltasickjoltofpleasureasa'snap'

anda'crack'echoedthroughthegarden.Thedogbegantohowlandwhimper,its

crieslouderthanHarry's.Itleftthechild,droppedtothegroundandwhined

patheticallyuntilitsthroatwastoosoretocontinue.Margerantowardsherpet,

cooingandfussing,andEvanwavedhiswandagain.

Suddenly,Ripperwasonhisfeet,despitethefactthatoneofthemwasbroken.His

jawhadbeenshatteredbytheCursebutitmagicallymanagedtocatchontoMarge's

throat.TheBulldogtuggedviciously,ignoringMarge'sattemptstopryhimoff.He

tuggedagain;eachmovementofhisheadwasinsyncwithEvanwavinghiswand.

MargegaveagurglewhenRipperletgo.Herhandsclutchedherthroatbutitwasn't

enoughtostemtheflowofblood,orhidethefourlargegashes"likelotsoflittle

mouths"thatdecoratedhernecknow.

"Callanambulance,"Vernonwhispered.Hewenttotheshed,andgrabbedhis

shotgun.Hewaited,pointingitatRipperwhohadlaindownontheflooragain,its

eyesdulledwithpain.Vernondidn'triskgoingnearthedog,hissisterorhisfreak

nephew,whowasstillsnifflingpathetically.

Bythetimetheambulancecame,MargeDursleywasalreadydead.Ripperwas

takenintopolicecustodytobedestroyed,andHarryPotterwasloadedupontoa

stretcher.Ashewasabouttobeplacedintothebackofanambulance,Vernon

movedtostoptheparamedics.Evanhadhiddenwhentheambulancepulledup

outside,butheturnedbackandhurriedtoblendinwiththecrowd.Hewavedhis

wandatVernon'shead;quicklysilencinganyproteststhemanmighthavetoHarry

receivingmedicaltreatment.Thenheturnedintoabutterfly,andlandedonHarry's

leftcheek.Heignoredeveryattempttheymadetoshoohimaway,andeventuallyhe

wasloadedintotheambulancewithhischild.

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May30th1986.SurreyGeneralHospital.

Evanfinallyknewwhathewasseeing.Hehadunderstoodwhyexactlyitwasthat

Harryfeltsofamiliartohim.

WhenRipperwasattackingHarry,Harryhadbeenabsolutelyterrified,andthepain

hefelthadbeenincredible.Intheambulance,EvanhadtriedtoreadHarry'saura,

allowinghismagictocomeoutandinteractwithHarry's,andtheanger"thefury"

hehadfeltwasindescribable.Harryhadneverstruckhimassomeonewhowould

activelyseekvengeance,butEvancouldn'tdenyhehadfeltit.Harry'sneedfor

revenge,forretribution.Thechild,hissweet,innocent,abusedchildwantedto

tortureandkillhisMuggles.

EvanhadtriedtonarrowdowntheaspectsofHarrythatwishedtohurttheDursleys.

Whatpartofhim,ofhismagic,wantedspecificallytocausethempain?Harry'saura

wasgenerallymadeupoflightcolours,buttherewasonelargesplotchofblackthat

encircledtheboy'shead.Evanhadnevernoticeditbefore,butthenagainhehad

neverreallybeenaroundHarrywhenhewasseriouslyhurt.Whentheboybrokehis

arm,hewasatMrs.Figg'shouseforthreedays.Butthetimehereturnedhehad

almosthealed.

Hehadbeeninthehospitalforthreedaysnowaswell,andtheywerelettinghimgo

hometomorrow.Thedoctorssaidhisresponseratewasincredible,hewashealing

spectacularly;somuchsothattheydoubtedHarrywouldevenhaveascar.Itwasa

medicalmiracletheywhisperedtooneanother,andonlyHarryandEvanheard

them.TheDursleyshadn'tevenbotheredtovisit.

Theblackwasdecreasingdaybyday,butitwastoolate.Evanhadalready

recognizedit.

HarrywasaHorcrux.

Evanwentinsearchofpaperandapen,andhefoundbothatthenurse'sstation.

Withoutasking,hehelpedhimselftowhatheneededandleftagain.Hepennedthe

letterquickly,andhewaiteduntilHarryhadbeengivenhispainmedicationbefore

hesnuckawayfromthehospital.Harrywouldn'twakeupuntilthemedicationwore

off,andbythenEvanwouldhavefoundanowltodeliverhisletterandhewouldbe

back,sittinginthechairbesideHarry'shospitalbed,withasmile.

HefeltitwastimetotellHarryaboutmagic.

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May30th1986.Wiltshire,MalfoyManor.

LuciusMalfoywassittinginhisstudywhentheowlarrived.Itmayhavejustbeena

coincidence,buthisDarkMarkhadburnedforjustasecondthreedaysago,and

eversincehehadbeendeterminedtofigureoutwhy.Heturnedthesmallblackdiary

overinhishands,frowningatit.Thefrontcoverwasinscribedwith'T.M.R.'ingold

letters,butallofitspageswereblank.Itwasimportant,Luciusknewthatmuch,but

why?Evanhadn'twantedit,Evanhadthoughtitwasevilandunnatural,butsurelyit

wasjustabook?Bellatrixhadsomethingsimilar,Luciusknew,buthedidn'tknow

what.Whileshehadbraggedaboutit,shehadneversaidexactlywhatitwasand

Luciushadneverconcernedhimselftoask.

Heopenedthestudywindowtoallowtheowlinside.Itwaswild,Luciuscouldtell,so

hedidn'tgiveitanymoneybuthedidplaceadishofconjuredwaterinfrontofit.

TheletterwaswrittenonMugglepaper,andhepulledonhisglovedbeforehe

unfoldedthenote.

"FAO:LuciusMalfoy",waswrittenonthefront.Onthebackofthepagewasthe

actualletter,andLuciusskimmeddowntothebottomandpaledwhenherecognized

thename,"EvanRosier".HehadthoughtEvanwasdead!

"DearLucius,

Iconfessithasbeensometimesincewehadadecentconversation,oreven

lookeduponthefaceofoneanother.Iwonder,atnightwhenIcannotdream,

whatwillhappenwhentheDarkLordreturns.Forsurely,youallthinkme

deceased.Donotdenyit.Ihavenotbeenseenorheardfromforalmostfive

yearsnow;itisnaturalforyoualltoassumetheworstforme.

Though,thiswasnotwhyIwroteyou.

Idonotlietomyself,ever,butIalsoneverlowermyselftobeg.However,in

thisinstance,IcannotnotaskforwhatIwishtoask,evenifImustbegforit,

fornottoaskwouldbelikelyingandinsistingIdonotneedwhatIask.What

isitIask,youmustbeaskingyourself?PerhapsIjustwishedtoconfuseyou.

Iwishforyourhelp.

DoyourememberthediaryourLordleftinyourpossession?ItisaHorcrux.I

willnottellyouwhataHorcruxis,forImustn'truinallofthefun.Howwould

youlearnanythingifsomeonetellsyoueverything,afterall?Bellatrixhasa

HorcruxthatbelongstoourLordaswell.And,thoughIdidnotwantonewhen

offered,Ihavefoundmyselfinpossessionofonenonetheless.Ifoundit,you

mightsay,quiteaccidentally.Well,actually,Harryfoundme.

HisnameisHarry.AndheisaWizard,aswellasaHorcrux.Ididnotthinkit

couldbedonewithahumanbutLordVoldemorthasprovedmewrong.Ashe

hasdonemanytimesinthepastaswell.

Harryneedstobetrained.Heknowsnothingofmagic,butIwillseeto

correctingthatfromtomorrowonwards.Iwillneedaccesstohisvaults,his

parentswhoaredeceasedwillhaveWillsundoubtedly,andiftheyhavenot

beenreleasedIwishthemtobesoatonce,Iwillneedtoknowifhehasany

livingrelationsotherthantheMuggleswhosehomeweliveinrightnow.

Disgusting,isn'tit?LivingwithMuggles.I'msureyoucan'tevenbeginto

imaginehowwesuffer.MypoorHarry.

Iwillnotgiveyouhissurname.I'msureyou'llfigureoutwhoheis,andifyou

don'tthenIobviouslydonotneedassistancefromsuchasimpleton.Now,if

you'llexcuseme,Ihaveachildwaitingonmeinhospital.

PerhapsI'llhearfromyousoon,oldfriend?Acquaintance?FellowDeathEater

whoavoidedmeatallpossibletimes?

Nonchalantly,EvanRosier."

Luciusre-readthelettertwice,justtomakesurehewasn'tseeingthingsor

hallucinating.Heshookhisheadwithasigh.Howwasit,irritatingthingslikethis,

alwaysseemedtohappentohim?WhynotArthurWeasley?Undoubtedly,Weasley

deservedallthesufferingthatcouldbeheapeduponhim,Luciusthoughtwitha

sneerashestoodoutofthechair.WiththeletterinonehandandhisLord'sdiaryin

theother,hemadehiswaytothelibrary.HeneededtoknowwhataHorcruxwas

beforehemadeanyconcretedecisionsonEvan'srequest.

Andwhocouldtheboybe?AWizard,whoseparentsweredead,andwaslivingwith Muggles andhisnamewasHarry.Potter?Itcouldn'tbe!Theywouldn'tallowEvan withintwenty-feetofthechildSaviour.Luciusswallowedheavily.Hehadneverbeen fondofthePotters,especiallynottheMudbloodwomanJamesmarried.ButHarry Potter,whohadsomehowbeenstrongenoughtosurvivetheKillingCurseand destroyLordVoldemort,wasnowatthemercyofRosier?Itwastoocruelto contemplate.

Luciuspusheditfromhismind.WhenheknewwhataHorcruxwas,he'dknow

whetherRosierwouldhurttheboyornot,atleasthehopedhewouldknow.And

thenhecouldmakehisdecision.

HethoughtofDraco,whowouldbethesameageasHarry,andhecringedashe

imaginedRosierbeinganywherenearhisson.Headmittedtohimselfthathehad

alreadymadethedecisiontohelpPotterinanywayhecould,anonymously.Buthe

wasn'tquitereadytoadmititoutloudyet.OrgiveRosierthesatisfaction:lettheman

waitonhimforonce.'Nonchalantly',yeahright.

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Chapter5

IwasworkingonaOneShot,butIcan'tfocusonitrightnow.I'mtootired,andI sprainedmywristinworkMonday,soitreallyhurtstotype :(

WenttothedoctorsWednesday,andhegavemealoadofpainkillersbutsaidthere

wasnothingelsehecoulddoforme.Thepainkillersmakemespaceyandsleepy

(soIapologizeifthelaterpartofthischapterisinsane.Theearlierpartwaswritten

beforethesprainingofthewristoccurred).IstillneedtoupdateTheLambs.I'llsee

howIfeeltomorrow,beforework.Yawn.

Anyway,readtheA/Natthebottomofthestory.

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Chapter5

May31st1986.SurreyGeneralHospital.

Evanwaiteduntilitwasdarkoutside.Hecheckedthehallwaysforthenightstaff,

andwhenhefounditwasemptyhewavedhiswandinoneharshmovementand

castaMuggle-RepellingCharm.HemadehiswaybacktoHarry'sbedside,and

stoodforamomentmerelysmilingdownonhischild.Heshookonethinshoulder

softly,gentlywakingthechild.

"Evan?"Harrymurmured,hiseyesflutteringopen,thenclosedagainasheyawned.

"Wakeup,child.Weneedtospeak."Harry'seyesimmediatelysnappedopenandhe

waited,watchinghisfriendquietly.EvansatontheedgeofHarry'sbed,onehand

reachingforwardtorunthroughhishaircomfortingly.HelikedbeingclosetoHarry,

andHarrylikedbeingtouchedandmadetofeellikehewascaredaboutin

someway.TheDursleysonlyevertouchedhimtopunishhim."Iamnotyour

imaginaryfriend."

"You'renotmyfriend?"Harryallbutwhimpered.

"OfcourseIam.I'mjustnotimaginary."EvangrippedHarry'schin,turninghisface

tomeetEvan'seyes.BrowneyesnarrowedasHarrygaveasniffle."Icareabout

you.Ididnotatfirst,Iadmit,atfirstIdidnotcaremuchforyouatallexceptasa

meanstoanend.ButithasbeensometimesinceImetyou,and-"

"Ninemonths,andsixdayssincewemet."Harryexclaimedhappily.

"Actually,"Evandrawled,"ninemonthsandnineteendays."WhenHarryfrowned,

andbegantocountoffthedaysonhisfingers,Evanchuckled."Iamthebutterflyyou

savedduringthethunderstorm,ninemonthsandnineteendaysago.Thatwaswhen

wefirstmet."Harry'smouthdroppedopen.Helookedconfusedandworriedand

strangelylikehewasabouttocry."Iknowyoudon'tunderstand,butIwillendeavour

toexplain.IamwhatisknownasaWizard.YourfatherwasalsoaWizard,andhe

marriedyourmother.LilyPotterwasborntoparentswhocannotdomagic,which

makesheraMudblood.Shewasextraordinarilypowerfulthough,"hesaidtohimself.

"Wizards?Magicisn'treal."Harryscoffed."Unclesaidso."

"Yes,well,theMuggleisalyingsackofHippogriffshit.Excusemylanguage."Harry

hadonlyunderstoodhalfofthatsentence,sohejustshruggeditoffandcontinuedto

listentoEvan'sexplanation."Youarewhatisknownasahalf-blood,ormore

correctlyafirstgenerationPureblood.IfyoumarriedanotherPureblood,your

childrenwouldbeconsideredPurebloodaswell."

"I'mnotevensixyet!Ican'thavechildren!"

Chuckling,EvansqueezedHarry'sshoulder."Idonotexpectyoutoprocreatefor

someyearsnow.Quiteafewyears:ahellofalotofyearspreferably.Anyway.Magic

isverymuchreal,child.IamaWizard.YouareaWizardtoo.Icanturnintoa

butterflyatwillandIcanperformmagic."

"Youreallyareabutterfly?"Harrybreathed,notquitedaringtohopethatEvan(who

hadyettolietohimbefore)wastellingthetruth.

Inresponse,EvanslidoffofthebedandwatchedHarrysilentlyforamoment.Then

hebegantoshrinkandhisskinturnedbrown,hishairgreenandhisfacesprouted

brownfuzz.WhenhewasthewidthofHarry'spalm,greenandbrownspottedwings

sproutedfromhisbackandflutteredlightlyasthebutterflyflewtowardsthebed.

EvanlandedonHarry'soutstretchedhand.Thechild'smouthwaswideopen,his

eyesblinkedclosedafewtimesandhissecondhandcameoutslowly,reverently

strokingoverthebutterfly'swings.

Evanflutteredawayandchangedback.Hewatchedthechildwithablankface,

thoughheraisedoneeyebrowinquestion."Well?"Heasked.

"Wow!"Harrypushedhimselfupinthebed,grinninglikealunatic."Ifyou'rea

butterfly,Evan,andyou'rebiggerthanme,butwe'rebothWizards,doesthatmean

I'macaterpillar?"Evan'sothereyebrowroseslightly,buthesaidnothing.Hesaton

theedgeofHarry'sbedagain."WhenIgrowup,willIbeabutterflylikeyou?"

"Unlikely,"Evansaidatlast.Hefrownedthough,hiseyesrakingoverHarry'spale

form."Isuppose,though,youareabitlikeacaterpillar.Small,andhelpless,and

trapped."HereachedouttostrokeHarry'sscaredforehead,eyesnarrowing."Allof

thatpowertrappedinsideofyou,justwaitingtocomeout.Youcoulddogreatthings,

child,youjustneedtherighttraining.Youcouldbegreat.Justlikehim."Evanlicked

hislips,hisfreehandcurlingintoafistathissideashefrowned.BeforeHarrycould

sayanything,theelderWizardsmiled,anddroppedbothhands."Isuppose,ifyou

areacaterpillarnow,I'llhavetohelpyoumakeacocoon?"

"AndthenI'llbeabutterfly?"Harryaskedsoftly,"likeyou?"

"Oneday."Evanagreed.ThoughhedidnotthinkHarrywouldactuallybecomea

butterflyanimagus,hedidn'tbelievewhathewassayinginametaphoricsense.

Harrymerelyneededguidance,andcontrolofhisownlife,untilhesproutedwingsof

hisownandcouldflyaway.Evansmirkedtohimself.Hesworetohimself,Harry

woulddogreatthings,andEvanwouldberighttherebesidehim.Afterall,even

butterfliesneededprotection.

XXX

June29th1986.TheBlueOyster,Hammersmith.

IthadtakenLuciusamonthtofindanyinformationregardingHorcruxes.Hehad

evencontemplatedvisitingAzkabantoaskhissister-in-lawinperson,butfortunately

forhimthatparticularpathwasnolongernecessary.Hehadfoundtheinformation

hesought,strangelyenough,atahighlyexclusiveWizardingrestaurantin

Hammersmith.TheBlueOyster,whilehorridlynamed,didservethebestfoodin

England,andtheywereverypickyaboutwhotheyletit.ThatwaswhyLuciuswas

rathersurprisedtoseeHoraceSlughornsittingatatablebyhimself.HisoldPotions

Professorhappenedtoglanceoverastheconciergecalledoutthename'Malfoy'.

DracofrownedoverattheelderWizard,beforeturningtohisfather."Whyishe

comingoverhere?Whoishe?"

"Ah,Professor!"Luciusgreeted,holdingaglovedhandouttotheotherman.

"Don'tbesilly,Lucius,"Horacechuckled,pullingoutthelastremainingchairatthe table."Ihaven'tbeenyourprofessorforalongtime.CallmeHorace,please.And whoisthislittleone?"Heaskedsuddenly,turningawayfromLucius.Theblondchild

frownedathim.Hewantatallpleasedwithbeingcalled'little':hehadturned6atthe

startofthemonth,forMerlin'ssake."Yourson?"

"Yes,HoracethisisDraco.Youalreadyknowmywifeofcourse."

"Ofcourse.HelloNarcissa,dear."Hetookholdofheroutstretchedhandandlightly

kissedthebackofit."Andyou,youngman,don'tyoulooklikeyourfather.You're

goingtobeveryhandsome,I'msure.Why,you'llbebeatingthemawaywithastick!"

Draco'snosecrinkledashefoughttounderstandthesentence."Beatingwho?"He

exclaimedatlast,notlikingbeingleftoutofajokethatmadebothhisparentslaugh

inpublic.

Nooneansweredhimthough,asthewaitresschosethatmomenttoapproachthe

table.Dracodidn'tlikeHoraceSlughornverymuch.Aseveryoneorderedtheirfood,

andSlughornhadhisbroughtoverfromhisoldtable,Dracochosetoglareholesin

theolderman'shead.Hedidn'tlikeitwhenpeopleinterruptedthetimeLuciusspent

privatelywithhisfamily.Withtheexceptionofhisgodfather.Severuswaswelcome

anytime,butnotSlughorn.Whywashisfatherevenlettingthemanintrude?

Generally,Luciuswouldgivesomescathingremarkthatalwayssoundedsopolite

andpleasanttoordinarypeople,butthepersonbeingaddresswouldalwayslookas

iftheywereabouttocry.Dracohadeveryintentionofbeingjustlikehisfatherwhen

hegrewup.

HoracewatchedLuciuscarefullyastheyate.HehadkeptintouchwithAlbus

Dumbledore,evenafterhisretirement,andhestillowedtheoldWizardahandfulof

favours.DumbledorehadheardthatLuciushadbeenmakinginquiriesthathe

shouldnothave.Dumbledore,andHoraceboth,wereparticularlyworriedaboutwhy

LuciuswantedinformationonHorcruxes.Horacehadalwaysbeenfondofthe

Slytherinsinschool;hehadbeentheirHeadofHouseafterall.HehadadoredLily

Evanstoo,andshewasthereasonhewashere.Everyhintandthreatand

suggestionDumbledorehadmade,nonehadfazedhim,untilLilywasbroughtinto

theconversation.ItwasHorace'sconversationwithTomRiddle,aboutHorcruxes,

sometimeago,thatledtoLily'sdeath.Tosomeextent,Slughornhadcreated

Voldemort.JustasmuchasDumbledorehad,andTomhimselfhad.

Horacehadsomuchtomakeupfor.

Butthenightdidn'tquitegotoplan.Forone,LuciushadalwaysbeenfondofHorace

Slughorn.ThemanwasthereasonSeverushadpursuedaPotionscareerso

reverently,andwhileSnapedidn'tliketeachinghedidlovePotions.Luciuscouldn't

rememberseeinghisfriendsohappysinceSlughornhadofferedhiman

apprenticeship.TheoldProfessorhadnevergivenoutunnecessarypunishmentsto

theSlytherins,andhealwaysmadesuretolistentobothsidesofanargument

beforetakingsides.Manyoftheotherteachersautomaticallysidedagainstthe

Slytherins.Lastly,SlughornhadneverbeenmuchfondoftheMarauders,andthat

madehimadecentpersonintheeyesofanyoneoutsideofSlytherinandHufflepuff

(thoughnoonemuchcaredwhattheHufflepuffsthoughtatanyrate).

Itwassomehourslater,andfourbottlesofchampagne,mostofwhichhadbeen

consumedbytheeldestatthetable,beforethetopicofinterestactuallyarose.

"Youknow,"Horacestartedoff,slurringhiswordsslightly,"it'snotthatIdon'tlike

you,Lucius.I'vealwaysthoughtyouwereadecentchap,verybright,brilliantHead

Boy.GotallsixNEWTsdidn'tyou?Welldone,myboy."Hegaveahiccup."But

there'sareasonI'mhere.Peoplehavebecomeworried,see,you'vebeenlookingfor

thingsyoushouldn'tof."

"Praytell,sir."Luciusaskedcalmly,takingasipfromhisflute.

"Horcruxesaredangerous,Lucius!I'mwarningyounottomesswiththem.Ihave

yourbestinterestsatheart,boy,andI'mtellingyoutheyaredangerous."Hehissed

angrily,hisfistclenchingaroundhisownchampagneflute.Thecornersofhiseyes

werecrinkled,hiseyesblazedfuriouslyandLuciusunderstood,completely,thatthe

manwasmorethanworriedforhim.Therewasguiltinhisexpression,aswellas

fear.Perhaps,SlughornshouldhavegivenhisLordthissamespiel,thoughwho

woulddarekeepsuchinformationfromLordVoldemort?

"IhaveabsolutelynointerestincreatingaHorcrux."Hesaidempathically,meaning

itentirely."Honestly,Idon'tevenknowwhatoneis."

"Perhaps,"Horacesaid,noddinghisheadinDraco'sdirection.

"Ah,ofcourse.Narcissa,Draco,wouldyouexcuseus?"Hestoodfromthetable

withoutwaitingforananswerfromhiswife.HeturnedtoHoraceandplacedahand

ontheman'sshoulder."Thisseemstobeaconversationbesthadawayfromprying

earsandeyes."

"Yes,yes,"Horaceagreedandsurgedtohisfeet.Hepluckedtheopenbottleof

champagnefromthebucketoficeonthetable,andholdingtightlytoit,hewobbled

afterLuciusfromtheroom.Horaceswayedslightlyashereachedthedoor,buthe

steadiedhimselfbytakingholdofLucius'shoulder.Heignoredthesneertheblond

senthisway.IfhehadbeensoberhewouldhaveneverdaredtotouchLordMalfoy

withoutpermission.MosteveryonewhowasworthagrainofsaltknewhowLucius

feltaboutbeingtouchedfamiliarlybypeoplewithwhomhewasunfamiliar.

Luciuskepthissilencethough.Hewasrelativelycertainthatthisconversationwould

barefruitssoonenough,solongashedidnothingtofrightenSlughornoff.

"IreallyhavenointentiontocreateaHorcrux."Luciussaidsoftly,hisface

expressionless.Theyweretuckedintoanichejustbeforetheservant'sentranceinto

thelobby.Thelobbywasempty,andmostofthestaffwerebusyinthekitchenofthe

dininglounge,buttherewasaqueueofcuriousWitchesandWizardsoutsidethe

frontdoorsthathadnotbeenpermittedentrance.Luciuskepthisfaceawayfrom

them,moreoutofhabitthananything.Hishairwasnoticeable,quiteso,andnot

manypeoplecouldboastofhavinghairintheparticularshadethatwaspartialto

Malfoys.

"Yousayyoudon'tknowwhatoneis.Butsomeoneelseonceconfidedthesameto

me."Horaceplacedahandoverhismouthashefoughtbackabelch.Heshookhis

headslightly.

"Ihaveheardrumoursthatacertainpersoncreatedsuchthings,andwhileI

normallyplacelittlestockinrumoursIwantedtobecertainthattherewasawayto

destroytheseitemsiftheywere,asyousay,dangerous."

"Destroy?Ohyes,youmust.Youwill?"Luciussaidnothing,hemerelyinclinedhis

headtoonesideandletHoracetakethegesturewhicheverwayhewould.The

oldermanlickedhislips,wettingthemfortheyseemedtohavedriedoutallofa

sudden."Horcruxesare,nowthisgoesnofurtherthanusdoyoupromise?"Hesaid,

interruptinghimself.

"OnmyhonourasaWizard,sir."WhatLuciusofcoursedidn'tmentionwasthathis

honourasaWizardmadehimobligedtohelphisLordinanywaypossible.And

apparently,helpingEvanwouldpossiblybenecessaryforthereturnofhisLordto

power.PerhapsaHorcruxcouldbeharnessedtorestoreLordVoldemorttowhathe

onceway?

"AHorcruxisawordusedforanobjectinwhichapersonhasconcealedapartof theirsoul.Well,yousplityoursoul,yousee,andhidepartofitinanobjectoutsideof thebody.Then,evenifone'sbodyisattackedordestroyed,onecannotdie,forpart

ofthesoulremainsearthboundandundamaged."1Hecringedasheremembered

sayingtheexactsamethingoverfortyyearsagotoanotherSlytherin.Anyfeelings

hewasbeginningtohaveofdoubtorsuspicionorworry,vanishedasLuciusleaned

forward,staringathimintently.

"Howdoyousplityoursoul?"

Horacepaused,takenbackattheintenselookonLucius'face.Itwasnotquiteas

rabidasherememberedTomRiddlelooking,buttherewasnonethelessalongingin

Lucius'expressionthatworriedtheoldProfessor."Youaren'tgoingtocreateoneare

you,boy?"Heaskedagain,checking.

"Ofcoursenot.Theveryideaofrippingpiecesofmysoulawayisdeplorabletome.

ViolationofsuchasortisnotsomethingIwouldencourage."Lucius'upperlipcurled,

"Iimagineitwouldbesimilartoportioningoffyourmagic,no?"

Horacedoubtedthatthereweresimilaritiesbetweenthetwoconcepts,buthe

agreedbecausehewasn'tsurewhetherhecouldbelieveLucius.Hemaypromise

nottomakeaHorcrux,buthadn'tTompromisedthesameonce?Andlookhowwell

thatpromisehadturnedout.

"Byanactofevil,"hesaidatlast,answeringthepreviousquestion."Thesupreme actofevil.Bycommittingmurder.Killingripsthesoulapart.TheWizardintentupon creatingaHorcruxwouldusethedamagetohisadvantage:hewouldencasethe tornportion."HeraisedhishandtostaveoffLucius'question.Healreadyknewwhat theblondwasgoingtoask:how?"Thereisaspell,donotaskme,Idon'tknow!DoI

looklikeakiller?1"

Horacerubbedathisforehead,hiseyesclosingashesighed.Hisfreehandraised

thebottletohislipsandhedrankdeeply,swallowingheavily,asifhewerestruggling

tobreath."Thiswasamistake,"hewhisperedtohimself,beforelookingupatLucius

withwide,terrifiedeyes.Hesteppedbackwards,intothewall,andfroze.

"Whatwasamistake,Professor?"Luciusasked,keepinghisvoicesoftand

respectful."IhavealreadyinformedyouthatIhavenowishtocreateaHorcrux.I

merelywanttoknowhowtodestroyone,andyouhaveyettoanswermyquestion."

HeofferedthemanawinningsmileanditseemedtocalmHoracesomewhat.He

relaxed,movedclosertoLuciusandloweredthechampagnebottle.

Maybeitwasthesmile,ormaybeitwasLuciussocasuallydismissingwhata

Horcruxwasinfavourofhowtoruinone,butHoracewascomposedagain.Hehad

nointentionofrunningawaynow.Insteadheleantcloserandwhispered,"justasit

ismadethroughanevilactandtheuseofapowerfulmagic,itmustbedestroyed

throughmagicequalormorethanwhatcreatedit."

"Suchas?"

"Magicfire,aDementor,beingimpaledbyaveryold,Magicalblade;anythingthat

couldbeconsideredpowerful."

Luciusmadeahummingnoise."Iwillhavetoseeaboutpurchasingoneofsuch

items."

"TheFeindfyrespell,Lucius,wouldsuffice.Iheardbackinthedaythatyouwere

quiteproficientwithit."

Luciusblushedfaintly,rememberingbacktowhenhehadbeenasixth-yearstudent,

showingoffforthecurrentDefenceAgainsttheDarkArtsProfessor.Hehadbeenso

eagertoplease,forthemanhadbeenafriendofhisfather's,thathehadcastthe

spelltoostrongly,withoutknowinghowtoendit,andnearlyburntawaytheentire

classroom.Hisfatherhadbeenpartiallyembarrassedandpartiallyimpressedwith

theblond,butwhatLuciusrememberedmostabouttheeventwashisProfessor's

laughterathisexpense.Luciusfromthenonnolongerstrivedtoimpressanyonebut

hisLord.Nooneelsewasworthyofhim.

"Yes,Iratherwas,wasn'tI?"Luciusboastedlightly,allowingasmallsmiletoflicker

acrosshisfaceatthememory.ThesoundoftheHufflepuffgirlsinhisclass

screaminghadbeenoneoftheup-pointsoftheaccident.

"Well,"Horacesaidpullingapocketwatchoutofhisrobesandglancingatit."It's

timeformetobeleaving.Bidfarewelltoyourwifeandsonfromme,won'tyou

Lucius?"

"Ofcourse.Haveagoodevening,sir."

"Pleasuretalkingtoyou,"HoracemutteredashewatchedLuciuswalkawayslowly.

Apartofhimknewhewouldregrettheconversationinthemorning,whenhe

soberedupandthealcoholstoppedaffectinghisbrain.Butalargerpartofhim

wantedtobelikeDumbledore,andsuspectthebestofeveryone,especiallythose

heonceliked.Hetoldhimself,ashewalkedoutsidetotheApparitionarea,thatnot

everyonewaslikeTomMarvoloRiddle.

XXX

July8th1986.LittleWhinging.

EvanwassittinginthelivingroomofNumber4,PrivetDrive.Harrysatonthefloor,

leaningbackagainstEvan'slegs.

TheDursleyshadallbutavoidedHarryliketheplaguesincehehadreturnedfrom

thehospital.TheyhadbothexpectedVernontoimmediatelylashoutatthechild,to

strikehim,orpunishhim,andmorethanlikelylandHarrybackinthehospital.Buthe

hadn't.Hehadcertainlylookedlikehewantedto,buthedidn'tactonhisdesiretodo

thechildharm.Evanlaterfoundoutitwasbecausesocialserviceworkerswouldbe

droppingby'randomly'overthecourseofthenextcouplemonthstocheckonHarry

andDudleyboth.

Apparently,thedoctorshadbeenunawareofHarry'sexistencebeforethechildhad

arrivedatSurreyGeneral,whichwasunusualinitself:Harryneverhavingseena

doctorbefore,despitehavingmanycutsandbruisesandoldscars,andpreviously

brokenbonesthatshoweduponthex-raysthatweretaken.Thefactthatthe

DursleyshadnobirthcertificateforHarryorasocialsecuritynumberwasalsonot

veryhelpfulforthem.

MarjorieDursleylivedsomewaysawayfromherbrother'sfamily.Thefuneralhad

beenheldduringthefirstweekofJune,nearertoMarge'shome,andtheDursley's

hadallbutmovedintothedeadwoman'shouseforthepastmonth.

HarrywassupposedtobelivingwithMrsFigg.TheDursley'shadclearedthatwith

socialservices,explainingthatHarrywastootraumatisedbywhathadhappenedto

gostayinthehouseoftheownerofthedogthathadattackedhim.Margeprobably

hadmorebulldogsathome,anyway,Vernonhadinsisted,andMrsFiggloved

lookingaftertheboy,apparently.

EvanhadwaiteduntilPetuniaDursleyhadleftthehouse,(forsomeunexplainable reason,thephonehadn'tbeenworking),togotovisitMagnoliaDrive,Evanhad wavedhiswandather.Hehadhiddenbehindthecar,welloutofthewardsreach, andforcedafakeimagineintothefrontofhermind.Shewalkeddowntheroadfor twentyminutesintheoppositedirectionofMagnoliaDrive,turnedaround,andcame homeagain.ShetoldVernonMrsFigghadagreedtotakehim,wheninactualfact shehadneverspokentoArabellathatday.Harryhadbeensentalongalone,andhe haddonewhatEvantoldhimtodo:hehadhidbehindaparticularlylargebushuntil theDursley'sdroveoutofsight.Evanhadcollectedhimtenminuteslaterand

broughthimbacktoNumber4.

"Ilikeitwhenit'sjustthetwoofus,"Harrywhisperedquietly.Evanflickedthrough

thechannelsonthetelevision.HehadmagicallyconvincedVernonnottoringand

canceltheelectricityorwatersupplyforthedurationoftheirholiday.Itwasfortunate

hehad,forhedidnotthinkhewouldlikelivinginaMugglehousewithoutanyofthe

Mugglebenefits.Therewassomethingtobesaidfornothavingtolightfivehundred

candlesjustsoyoucouldseewhereyouweregoing.

"AsdoI."EvantappedHarryonthetopofthehead,andtheboygrinnedslightly.He

tookthehint,andlookedbackathisbook.

EvanhadwrittentoFlourish&Blotts,thebookshopinDiagonAlley,andowledthe

letterawaytheseconddaytheDursleyshadbeenabsent.Hehadinformedthe

ownersthathewishedhissontogetaheadstart,ashehadpreviouslybeenliving

withhisMugglemotherandknewnothingabouthisrightfulworld.MrFlourishhad

beendelightedtohelpoutthe'TennysonAlfred'2,whohadbeensopoliteand

articulateandhadevenincludedhisvaultnumberandthenecessarysigneddetails

theshopwouldneedtoextractpaymentfromtheGoblins.

Harryhadbeeninformed,afterthebookshadarrived,thatMr.Alfredwasa

pseudonymofEvan'sthathecreatedalongtimeago,soonafterhefirstjoinedwhat

hecalled'theInnerCircle'.TheCircleofwhat,Harrydidn'tknow,becauseEvan

wouldn'ttellhim.Insteadhehandedthechildthebookonthetopofthepile,entitled

'AnIntroductiontotheWizardingWorld:aGuideforMuggleborns,andtoldhim

tostartreading.Evanwouldfillintheculturalgapsthebookwouldnodoubthave

onceHarryhadasounderbasicunderstandingoftheirworld.Afterall,itwoulddono

goodtoteachtheboytorunbeforehecouldwalk,andconsequentiallycausehimto

fallflatonhisface,wouldit?

"Youlikethetelevision,don'tyou?"Harryasked,lookingup.Hewasalmostatthe

endofthebook,havingbeenreadingitforamonthsolid.

Evanlookeddownattheboywithasmallsmirk."Televisionhasbroughtback

murderintothehome,whereitbelongs,"3hesaidatlast.Harrymerelystaredat

himblankly."Itwasajoke."

"Iknow,"Harrysaid,frowning,"Iwastryingtodecidewhyyouthoughtitwasfunny."

Evanmerelyrolledhiseyes,andchangedthechannel.Witwaslostontheyouthful,

hetoldhimselfmentally.Actually,hiswitwaslostonprettymucheveryone,butLord

Voldemort.Evansighed.Hereallymissedhavingcompanythatwasequallyas

sadisticandquirkyashimself.

Harrywentbacktohisreading,andEvansettledintowatchingoneofthemany

annoyingtalkshowsthatwereregularlyonduringtheday.Anowlflewinthroughan

openwindow,butEvandidn'tstir,evenasHarryjumpedaboutafootintheair."Ah,I

hadwonderedifLuciuswouldeverreply."

"Lucius?"Harryaskedsoftly.Evantooktheletterfromthepitch-blackeagleowlthat

waitedimpatiently,perchedonthecoffeetable.Harrymarkedhispageandclosed

thebook.Theowlhoppedtowardshim,hesitatingmomentarily,beforemovingto

restonHarry'soutstretchedlegs.Thechildreachedouttopettheanimal,smiling

softlyasthesoftfeatherspressedclosertohisfingers.IftheowlwereoneofMrs

Figg'scats,itwouldprobablybepurring.

"Anold associateofmine.Ihaveaskedhimforsomeassistance."

"Aboutme?"

"Yes,child.Aboutyou."Heunfoldedtheletter,breakingopentheseal."Letussee

whathehastosayaboutthematter,hmm?"

"Rosier,

Youimbecilicfool.Haveyounoideahowfortunateyouwerenottohavehad

thatletterintercepted?Youdidnotevencastonehexonit!Anyonecould

havereadthatletterifitwerehisorherwish.Howbadlydamagedmy

reputationwouldhavebeen,then,haveyouconsidered?Nottomentionthe

factthatyouboldlyadmittedtolivingwiththeBoy-Who-Lived!

Areyoumentallydeficient?Well,yes,Ipresumeyouare.Butregardlessof

yourlessthansatisfactorymentalfunctions,youneedtothinkthisover,

Rosier.

WhiletheboymaybeaHorcrux(ofwhichInowknowmostofwhatthereisto

knowabout),itisstilladangertobeseentosidewithhim.Onthatnote,it

couldbepotentiallydangeroustoblatantlysideagainsttheboyaswell.Heis

ahero,fornow.Buthewon'talwaysbe,Rosier.OurLordwillreturn"orishe

nolongeryourLord?

Hewillnotbehappy,Rosier,notatall.Myadvicetoyouwouldbecutyour

losses.Thechildwillbringyouonlydanger.Iwillendeavourtohelphim,

becauseheisachild.Butmyhelpextendstotheenclosedinformationandno

further.

Yours,formally,LuciusA.Malfoy:LordoftheHouseofMalfoy."

Evan'shandsclutchedtightlytotheparchment,theknucklesturningchalkwhite.His

facepaledinanger,butheremainedsilent.Harrylistenedintently,understandingthe

gistoftheletter,andknowingthismanthoughtEvanwasmakingamistakebybeing

hisfriend.Harryglaredattheowl,thoughitwasn'ttheowl'sfaultthatitsownerwas

a"badword.Harrywinced,notabletobringhimselftocursementally.Evandidn't

likeitwhenheused'adult'words.

Hewasgoingtobebrilliantoneday.Hewasgoingtodogreatthings,Evanhadsaid

so.Andwhenhewasgreat,andbrilliant,andpowerful,whenhefinallyhadhis

wings,he'dshowMalfoy.Henarrowedhiseyesinthought.Luciuswouldregrethis

decision,Harrythought.

Luciushadenclosedseveraldocuments.Harry'sbirthcertificatewasoneofthem,

hisparentsdeathcertificateswerepresent,aswellasacopyoftheirWill.Evan

scannedthroughit,frowning.HarrywasrelinquishedtothecustodyofSiriusBlack?

TheMurderer?EvanhadheardhehadbeensenttoAzkaban,butheneverheard

wordthattheLordBlackhadjoinedhisLord.Hehadnevergivenitmuchthought,

buthehadalwaysconsideredittobeamistakeorasetup.Themanwasso

obviouslylightsided.HeconsideredtheramificationsforhisplanifHarrywastofall

intothecustodyofSiriusBlack,anddecided,despitethefactthatitwasahorrible

fatetowishonanyone,BlackwasbetteroffinAzkabanthanonthereceivingendof

Evan'swand.

Hecarefullyfoldedupthedocuments,frowningwhensomethingfelloutofthe

envelopeashepickeditup.ItwasaGringottskey.Herecognizedtheinsignia

engravedontheroundflatsurfaceatthetopofthekeyasthePottercrest.How

LuciusmanagedtogetholdoftheGringottskeyEvandidn'tevenwantto

contemplate.Therewereotherthingsonhismind.

Evanturnedtheparchmentover,ignoringtheMalfoycrestemblazonedontheback

oftheletter,andgrabbedaMugglepenoffofthecoffeetable.Harryleantintohis

leg,pressingagainsthisfriend,asEvanwrotefuriously.Hethrusttheletteratthe

owl.ThebirdturnedtolookatHarry,whosmiledwarmly,beforereachingoutand

grabbingtheletterwithhisbeak.Itflewoffwithoutneedingtobeprompted.

EvanwishedheweretheretoseeLucius'face.

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July8th1986.MalfoyManor,Wiltshire.

LuciusfrownedasAresflewinthroughhisstudywindow,aletterinhisbeak.What

morecouldEvanRosierpossiblyhavetosaytohim?Hetooktheletter,pettedhis

owllightlyontheheadandshooedtheanimalovertoitsperchinthecornerofthe

room.

Hescowledashereadthenote.

"Isthatanywaytotalktoanoldfriend,Lucius?AndhereIthoughtyourfather

taughtyoubetterthanthat?

Butthatisbesidethepoint.ItisofcoursemyprerogativeifIwishtocontinue

toassistHarryPotter,whoIadmithasrathergrownonme.Irememberhow

fondyoualwayswereofchildren,Lucius;surelyyourememberhowIfelt

abouttheminreturn?SoobviouslytheremustbesomethingaboutHarryto

haveswayedmefrommypreviousopinions.Itisuncleartome,howyou

couldbesoobtuseastonothaveguessedthisforyourself,butthenagain,

youknowwhattheyalwayssayaboutblonds.

Contrarytotheprevious,Ididnotreplymerelytoinsultyou,thoughIadmitto

enjoyingsuchactivities.Itismostengaging.

Youhavenoideawhatitisyouaredenying,theopportunityyouarethrowing

away.Youneedtothinkthisovermoredeeply,myfriend.OurLordisnotthe

mostpressingissueatthistime,yeshewillreturn,butno,notwithoutHarry's

help.Don'tyouwanttobetheonewhohelpedbringLordVoldemortbackto

greatness?Theonewhoswayedhisstrongestenemyintohismostloyalally?

No,itisnotmyintenttobrainwashthechild,thoughIassumeyouwillbelieve

theworstofmeregardlessofhowIprotestsoIwillsaynomoreinmy

defence.ButyouunderstandaswellasIdothatthemomentHarrystepsfoot

inHogwarts,AlbuswillbrainwashhimIagainst/Ius,againstourLord.Isthat

whatyouwant?Ihavenodoubt,thatifitcomesdowntoabattlebetweenthe

twoofthem,IhavedoubtsaboutourLord'ssuccess.Donotforget,Harryhas

apartofLordVoldemortwithinhim:Harryis,whereitcounts,oneandthe

samewithLordVoldemort.

TheMugglefamilyhasbeenabsentforsometime.Idoubttheywillreturn

soon.ItappearstheyratherenjoybeingoutofHarry'spresence,andIadmitto

enjoyingextremelytheirabsence.WewillmeetyouintheLeakyCauldronat

noon,twodayshence.Ifyoudonotappear,Lucius,Iwillhavetopresumethat

youhavedecidedwrongly,andanyactionItakefromthatpointon,in

protectionofmychild,andmyself,willbenothingovertlypersonalIassure

you.

Again,Iwishyoumysincerestregards.Takethemhoweveryouwill.Evan."

Hisfacetwistedintoascowlashere-foldedtheparchmentandlayitdownonhis

desk.Hehelpedhimselftoaglassofbrandy,savouringthetastebeforereplacing

theglassbesidethedecanterandslidingbackintohischair.

Whattodo?Hequestionedhimself.

Hesupposeditwouldn'thurttoatleastmeetwithEvan.Though,nodoubtthey

wouldbegoingsomeplaceprivateandMuggle.HarryPotterandthepresumed

deadEvanRosiercouldn'tverywellturnupandstartstrollingdownDiagonAlley

withoutdrawingverymuchunneededattentiontothemselves.

Theblondsighed.Hisheadlulledback,restingonthesoftleatherofthechair,and

hefoldedhishandsneatlyinhislap.Hehadadayandahalftothinkoverthe

matter.Hewishedverymuchtoaskhisfriendforadvice,butheconsideredwhat

Rosierwascapable,andknewtherewasnoneedatthispointtoinvolveSeverus.

Hewasputtinghisfamilyatriskalready;therewasnoneedtoriskmorepeople.Not

yet.Notuntilheneededhelp.

HehadlessthantwodaystodecidewhetherornottorefuseEvanRosiersomething

heobviouslywanted.Hehadlessthantwodaystodecidedwhetherornotitwould

beprudenttorequestassistance.Hiseyesslippedclosed,andbeforehewasaware

ofit,hefoundhimselffallingasleep.Hewokethenextmorning,withacrickinhis

neck,andafamiliarPotionsProfessorsittinginthechairbeforehisdesk.

SeverusSnaperaisedaneyebrow.

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1"Takenfromchapter23,HBP.Also,HoraceSlughorn(inmyview)didnothate

LuciusMalfoy(oranyoneelse)untilitwasprovedthathewasaDeathEater.Just

likewithTom,untilLuciuswasprovenguilty,Horacemerelyviewedhimasaonce

favouredstudent,withoutillintent.

2"Alfred,LordTennyson,ashewasknown:poet,1809-1892.Tennysonsucceeded

WordsworthasPoetLaureatein1850.

3""Televisionhasbroughtbackmurderintothehome-whereitbelongs""Alfred

Hitchcock.

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A/N:ForthoseofyouwhowerebotheredaboutLucius'reaction.Luciuslikes children.Isaidpreviouslythathewon'tevenkillMugglechildren.Whywouldanyone

doubthewouldhelpHarry(especiallysincein8yearstimeLuciusisobviouslyina

relationshipwithHarry)?

ForthoseofyouwhothinkHarrywillbeleavingtheDursleys.Youneedtoreadthe prologueagain.HarrywillremainattheDursleysuntilheleavesforHogwarts, however,EvanwillberunningtheshowwhenhefinallykillsVernon(whenHarryis

8).

ForthoseofyouwhoaskedaboutEvanperformingmagicinsideofthewards.Itwill

beexplainedwhenEvankillsVernon.Butbasically,thegardenisconsideredtobe

'outside',justlikethedrivewayis.Onlytheactualhouseiswarded.

Thanksforreading.Thischapterisalmosttwicethesizeoftheothers(barthe

Prologue),soIhopeitmakesupformylackofupdatingoverthelastweek.

Chapter6

Hereisthenextchapter.Wow

bykillingHarryinTheLambs.It'swhatIlivefor Smirk!

I'msogladImadesomanypeoplesarcastic!happy

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Chapter6

July10th1986.TheLeakyCauldron,London.

Thepubwasagrimylookingthingfromtheoutside.Muggleswalkedpassed,not

noticingthedoororthewindowsorthepeoplestaringoutatthem,buttheydidsee

thedirtywallsandthechippingpaint.Theywrinkledtheirnosesandwalkedon.

Harrystoppedatthedoorway.Itlookedjustasunappealingtohim,butEvanhad

promiseditwouldlooknicerontheinside.Theoutwardappearancewasonlyto

keepthoseMuggleswhowereunaffectedbythewardsaway.(Though,those

weren'tactuallyMuggles,butSquibswhosemagicalrelativehaddiedgenerations

ago).

HarrywasdressedinMuggleclothing,andhehadoneofhisaunt'shairbandson:

thewideonesthatwrappedaroundhiswholeheadandcoveredhisforehead.His

scarwashidden,andwhenheworethesunglassesEvanfoundinVernon's

nightstand,hewassuitablydisguised.Histwomoreprominentfeatureswereoutof

sight.

Evanhadtoldhimtowaitthere.Andsohewould.

InsideTheLeakyCauldron,peoplelaughedanddrankeventhoughitwasonlyfive

totwelveintheday.Luciuswatchedthemwithasneer,growingmoreannoyedasa

Witchleantoverhimtoreachthebarandgiggledinhisface.Heraisedahand,

delicatelycoveringhismouthandnose,andheturnedhisfaceaway.Thegirlreeked

ofbooze.Greyeyesnarrowedattheclockonthewall.Evanwasneverlate,Lucius

knewthat.EvanhadalwaysbeenoneofthefirsttoarriveattheDeathEater

meetings.UndoubtedlyEvanwasalreadythere,andwasmerelystayinghiddento

betterenjoyLucius'discomfort.

Asifhecouldreadthoughts,Evanmaterializedbesidetheblond.Bothweredressed

intheWizardingequivalentofasuit,butwithouttherobes.Luciusslidgracefully

fromthebarstool."Shallwe?"Heasked,sweepinghisarmoutinthedirectionofthe

door.

Ablondchildmovedovertothem,frowningcuriouslyatthetalldarkhairedman.

"Father?"Dracoaskedsoftly.

Evanlookeddownathim,hismouthtwitchingintoasmallsmirk.Lucius'hand

droppedtoDraco'sshoulderandsqueezed.Theboywincedasthefingersgripped

himtightly,nailsdiggingintotheclothandflesh."Ihadpresumedyouwouldbring

thechildwithyou."

"Thechild,"Evansaidcoolly,"isoutside.Thechildwouldhavebeenapartofour

meeting,regardlessofhisage.Butitmattersnot.Bringyourchild."

"Father,whoisthis?Isthiswhowe'rewaitingfor?"Dracosaid.Heprobablythought

hewaswhispering,thewaymostchildrendo,butEvancouldheareverywordeven

overthedininthepub.

"MynameisTennysonAlfred."Heextendedahand,butbeforeDracocouldreach foritLuciustookholdofhisson'swristandheldittightly."Myson,Caen,isoutside.

Come."1

WhenLuciuslookedhimoverhefrowned,noticingthesubtledifferencesin

appearancethatanyonewhodidn'tknowRosierwouldhavemissed.Themanwas

wearingaverysimpleglamourCharm.Butthosewerealwaysthebesttypes.They

tooklessenergytomaintain,andtheydidn'tregisterbyanyoftheMinistryrevealing

spells.IfLuciushadn'tofbeenwaitingforEvan,ifhehadn'tofknownEvansincehis

owntimeinHogwarts,hewouldhavewalkedrightpassedthemanonthestreetand

nevernoticedthatTennysonwastheinfamous'dead'DeathEater.

HarrywassoobviouslystillHarryPotter.Glassesandahairtiedidnothingtohide

hisbonestructure,orhaircolour,oroverallappearance.Luciustookonelookathim

andraisedaneyebrow.

Evansnorted."Thatiswhyheremainedoutside."Itwasn'trecommendedthat

glamourCharmsbeusedonanyoneundertheageoftwelve.Evanfeltthatthere

wasnoneedtoriskdamaginghischild,whenitwasjustaseasytoavoidthe

WizardingWorldforafewmoreyears."Caen,thisisLuciusandDracoMalfoy."

"Pleasuretomeetyou."HeheldhishandouttoDracofirst,asmallsmilespreading

overhisfaceattheshockedlookLuciusgavehim.Henarrowedhiseyesatthe

elderblond,movingastepbacksohewaspressingcompletelyagainstEvan.

"Hello."Henoddedhishead,butdidn'tofferhishand.

"Heispeevedwithyou,myfriend,fornotofferingmeyourassistance."

"Isee."Luciusdrawled,eyesnarrowingatthechild.Hewasn'tparticularlyannoyed,

moreintrigued.ItwasnotcommonplacethatachildwoulddaretooffendLord