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It had been three years since Petunia’s freaky nephew had arrived on her doorstep. She sneered at the locked cupboard, the little freak was in. She and Vernon were doing their best, but the child was so odd. Always so creepily quiet and not even some knocks and hard work was doing any help. God help her when his freakishness really started to happen. He was just so strange, even for one of there kind. He just seemed to know things. Things about it that he shouldn’t. He even called Vernon a muggle one time. How did he even know that word? Despite Vernon’s reluctance, Petunia told Harry about his parents and there freakishness when he levitated a toy outside when he was three. He could not be using it in front of the neighbors, best he know that early. He freakily looked at her like it wasn’t a surprise.
Her precious Duddykins was watching his shows in the TV as she filled out the paperwork for kindergarten. Unfortunately, she also had to send the freak too. She would have to spend money to get freak school things. Of course, the wizards left no paperwork or even child support for the boy, when they dumped him off in the middle of the night.
Her sister had had a big wedding that might have well have practically bragged about how rich her husband was. Why did she end up with the boy? Of course, she was having to spend their money on him. She and Vernon should be compensated for it. With this in mind, Petunia made a plan.
Harry wasn’t really surprised when Petunia one day dragged him out of the cupboard one morning and after a rough bath put him in some of Dudley’s new school clothes with a hat. They were still too big, but it was better then the rags he was usually put in. Harry just knew things sometimes. They would just pop in his head. He knew he had to keep his head down and be quiet around the muggles or there would be long periods of isolation and restricted food. The fat muggle wasn’t really violent but that could easily change. Harry could easily get away from the little pig so he didn’t worry about Dudley.
“You listen here, boy. Dudley is going to stay with the Piers today and we are going to take a trip to your parents bank. You best be on your best behavior or else.” Petunia threatened him after gently buckling in the yelling Dudley. He, of course, wanted more juice.
Harry thought that this was a day of big change. He could feel it.
Holding on to his arm, Petunia could see the leaky caldron and dragged him inside. Tom, the barkeep, let then through into Diagon Alley after Petunia explained her nephew was magical and they were going to gringotts. Petunia was apparently playing the kind aunt today. Harry kept his head down to not attract any attention. He knew it was best to be cautious.
They got a lot of sneers from wizards at their muggle attire in the waiting room of Gringotts after Petunia requested to speak to a manager. Not that Harry could blame them, muggles really did not fit in their world. He just knew it.
“Hello, Mrs. Dursley, what can I do for you today?” The question was asked by a gruff goblin manager by the name by Gurnok.
“My nephew, Harry Potter, was left in my custody after my sister’s death. I have the note that was left with him.” She pull the old parchment envelope with the letter and place it on Gurnok’s desk. “Harry starts school soon and my husband and I were hoping that Lily and James had set up custodial aid to help cover costs.”
Gurnok picked up the letter and read it with a frown. “This is a very unusual situation. Almost all orphans are left with a magical family. Usually a godparent. His magical guardian should have seen to setting up Harry’s custodial aid when he was placed. Do you know who his magical guardian is?”
“Harry was just left on out literal doorstep with that letter. I have no idea who is his magical guardian is?” Harry just sat in his chair next to Petunia and stayed quiet while the adults talked.
“Well, as he wasn’t left with a key and we don’t know who his official magical guardian is, we will just have to confirm Harry’s identity.” Gurnok pull out a rune covered piece of parchment from a filing cabinet behind his desk and a pin. “I just need three drops of blood, Mr. Potter. This will trace back your linage to your grandparents and any magical godparents.” Harry quickly pricked his finger and let the blood drop onto the paper under Petunia watchful gaze. Gurnok pulled the paper away and watch as the lines started to fill in. Gurnok watched the paper, frown deepening severely.
“Is they a problem?” Petunia asked seeing the reaction to the paper. She just wanted to get this over.
“I’m afraid there is. Mr. Potter seems to be under an illegal potion. I will have to call the DMLE, our police, to report it. Please, excuse me.” Gurnok took the paper and left the room in a hurry. Harry shifted nervously in his seat. What potion could he be under? He knew they could be dangerous. Petunia just seemed lost.
“Excuse me, Mrs. Dursley, Mr. Potter, could you both come with me. I’m head of the DMLE, Amelia Bones.” Madam Bones greeted them after a few minutes.
After a terrible portkey trip, that traumatized both Harry and Petunia, they were in Madam Bones office having skipped the entire checkin process.
“What is this about?” Petunia demanded shakily.
“This is a sensitive subject. It might be best if you know first. We can use another office. I have some blocks you can play with, Harry, in the corner.” With a flick of her wand, ignoring Petunia flinch, she pulled out the box and left with Petunia. Harry was getting irritated that he wasn’t allowed to know. This was effecting him, Petunia doesn’t even care for magic or him. While he was waiting, he couldn’t resist putting a castle together. He even found a toy dragon, he could use to defend or attack it. It even roared and flew.
Madam came back after a while, she looked a little angry but sat on the floor next to him. “How are you doing, Harry?”
“Good, I guess.” Harry picked up another block and replaced the one that the dragon had knocked off. “I just want to know what is happening.”
“Well, there is no easy way to say this and we are not sure how it happened, but you were kidnapped as a baby.” Madam Bones spoke gently to Harry placing a block on the castle.
“What?” Harry looked at Madam Bones shocked. He had not expected that. “Are Lily and James not my mom and dad?”
“They are not. We don’t know how you ended up away from your family but we will try to find out.” Madam Bones knew this was not going to be easy for the child. She was already planning to interrogate Siruis Black with veritaserum at Azkaban to see what he knew. James and Lily were, clearly, no longer able to tell what they knew. Amelia hoped that they didn’t take part in the kidnapping. But what were the chances?
“But I look like my Dad? How can I not be his son?” He had been seen in stashed photos in the attic that he looked like James and had Lily’s eyes.
“You were given a blood adoption potion, which are illegal to use without government approval. It causes you to look like your adoptive parents. After seventeen, it becomes permanent because your magical core has settled. I have called in a healer with an antidote for you.” Madam Bones continued with her gentle tones.
“Do I have to take it?” Harry asked nervously.
“Yes, you will take a potion before so it won’t hurt. If it doesn’t come off it will effects your magic, thats why the potion is so illegal. Your magic slowly takes on properties of your adopted parents and loses your birth parents properties.” Harry froze at that. He loves being magical. It made him special. What would change?
“Who are my parents?” Harry asked hesitantly.
“Your parents are Rodolphus and Bellatrix Lestrange. Your grandfather, Cyrille Lestrange, is being notified that you have been found and he is on his way.” Harry figured that he was still an orphan by the were. “Your birth name is Corvus Rodolphus Lestrange. You were born July 10th, 1980.”
“Okay,” Harry went quietly playing with his blocks again. He had never really liked the name Harry anyway. It didn’t feel right. Madam Bones continued playing the blocks with him.
Lord Cyrille Lestrange, walked through the department of DMLE with a brisk pace. His grandson had finally been found after four years of looking. Corvus had been with his Aunt Narcissa and her son Draco, while Rodolphus and Bellatrix had been at a group meeting with the Dark Lord. He was obsessing about a prophecy and that he needed to kill the child, just another indication his friend was still sinking into madness.
Then there was a raid by the DMLE for the Department of Misuse of Muggle Artifacts around10pm July 31st, 1980. Corvus scoffed at the thought, it was just an excuse to check on the dark families, to see if they could find anything connecting them to the Death Eater crimes.
Its not enough to have a tattoo, especially when it started as a sign of a peaceful political movement, you need proof of a crime. Which they didn’t have. Narcissa was arrested and taken in to the ministry for ‘safety’ reasons that night. Draco and Corvus had been taken to St. Mungo’s for a health check. Like they would abuse their children. Besides the Dark Lord’s insanity, they didn’t hurt children.
It was painful to watch Tom go so far downhill, but Cyrille didn’t know how to fix the problem. Lucius, Rodolphus, and Bellatrix came back to the wards around Malfoy house broken, the manor swimming with Aurors, where they were also arrested. It wasn’t until two days later that he, Abraxas, and Arcturus were informed of what had happened. As the Lords of their Houses, they should have been informed immediately. He and Abraxas had gone to the ministry to get their sons and daughter-in-laws out. Arcturus went to St. Mungos to get his great-nephews. He was able to get Draco, but then the terrible truth that Corvus was missing came out. There had been only one baby logged in at the hospital, three month old Draco. The three week old, Corvus had vanished.
Kidnapping is one of the most worst crimes to commit in wizarding world, and one of the rarest. Corvus was the first kidnapped kid in 150 years. The DMLE immediately jumped into action, most likely to try to prevent in incoming shit storm from the Lestrange, Black and Malfoy families, but the damage was done. Corvus wasn’t found. The paper soon picked up that a child had been kidnapped while on DMLE custody, but for the child’s protection, the child’s identity wasn’t known to the general public. Not that it stopped that news from spreading in the dark families. Not that he kept it quiet, this was his grandson missing after all.
Rodolphus was devastated and Bellatrix lost her damn mind. She became increasingly irrational and erratic. When he looks at the family tree, did not have a death date for Corvus so Cyrille knew was still alive. The unknown of what happened, was Corvus hurt, starving, felt worse in a way to Cyrille.
The DMLE, gave up hope of ever finding Corvus, thinking the family portrait was wrong. Truly, shows what the blood traitors know, the family portrait is ancient family magic. It is never wrong. Rodolphus and Bellatrix were given one of the largest settlements on record, but it made no difference them. Like money could make up for losing his grandson.
They didn’t find another clue until October 1981. The Dark Lords spy, unspeakable Rookward, had been looking for information on Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom, one of which was the prophecy child. While the Potters or Longbottoms hadn’t done the full blood ritual godparent bonds, Rookward had found something else. Alice Longbottom was listed as the godmother of Corvus Lestrange. Rodolphus and Bellatrix had done the traditional godparent ritual with the Dark Lord being Corvus’s godfather, which was a great honor. The godparent bonds can only be done once with each gender and it shares the godparents magic with the child. Even though it was traditional to do the ritual for both godparents at a week old, Rodolphus and Bellatrix had not agreed on a godmother.
Looking back, Cyrille thought this is what lead to the attack on the Longbottom’s being so severe. Bellatrix thought that Neville was really her son and had brought an blood adoption reversal potion with her that night. It also lead the Dark Lord to attack the Potters first, believing that the Longbottom child no longer fit the prophecy. However, Neville was not Corvus, and Bellatrix tortured the Longbottom’s into insanity in rage.
When Cyrille had visited his sons and Bellatrix in Azkaban, he found out that the Longbottoms refused to give information on where Corvus was. Rodolphus, Rabastan and Barty tried to hold Bellatrix back but it was too late. Not that it mattered, in the farce of the trial that only Bellatrix cast the spells. Or that she was truly unbalanced by the kidnapping of her son. They were all guilty and got a lifetime in Azkaban. Cyrille tried to get separate retrials for his sons, but nothing worked. While, he could admit they should serve time in Azkaban, it should not be a lifetime. He could only visit his sons on Yule and birthdays. He was lucky in that regard, Arcturus couldn’t visit his grandson or niece at all. Crouch was truly a terror on the justice system. He disgustingly trialed people in absentia and with only his secret war jury. A lot didn’t even have defenders to stand up for them. It was disgusting that Dumbledore allowed it as Chief Warlock. Even though it was wrong, all for the greater good, right?
Now he was going to meet his grandson after four years. He knocked on the head of the DMLE office. The department looked like it had been cleared out. Madam Bones opened the door and nodded over to another office to talk in.
“Good day, Lord Lestrange.” Madam Bones greeted taking a seat at a desk.
“It is a very good day indeed, Madam Bones.” Cyrille took a seat across from her. “You have found Corvus.”
“Yes, there is no way to easily say this, by your grandson has been living as Harry Potter.” Cyrille gasped in shock. Corvus was the boy-who-lived?
“How did that happen?” Cyrille asked angrily as the shock faded.
“We are not sure why he ended up with the Potters, but there was a illegal blood adoption potion given. I have a healer on the way to given the counter to it. I will personally be going to Azkaban to question Sirius Black. He is the only one alive left that might have answers.” Madam Bones assured him, at least she was still putting in the work, even with his family’s reputation right now.
“I want this matter to be kept quiet, for my grandson safety. I would like everyone involved to swear the vows to protect the minors identity. I do not want Corvus to be hounded for being kidnapped or for being Harry Potter. It is a family matter.” The light side would be up in arms if they found out Harry Potter is really Corvus Lestrange and in his custody.
“I understand completely, the vows will be taken.” Madam Bones understood this was already going to be hard enough for Corvus.
“How was it found out?” Harry Potter had not been seen since that night three years ago. Why find out now and how?
“After his par- the Potter’s were killed, he was apparently left on Lily’s sisters doorstep that night, with a letter saying her sister was dead and she was to raise Corvus. I am already going to open an investigation into this matter.” Madam Bones cut off Cyrille’s angry look at this information. “His muggle Aunt went to Gringotts to get financial information. They did a blood test and that led us here. His Aunt seems to have been only grudgingly raising him for family responsibilities. She does not want to stay in contact now that Corvus is not really her nephew.” Cyrille was glad the muggle wouldn’t dare to insert herself into their lives. They were purebloods, he should not been exposed to muggles at all, let alone raised by them.
“I would like to see my grandson.”
The dragon had just launched an frontal attack on the castle walls, when the doors opened again. An older man walked in, he had long deep blood red hair with a smattering on grey hair mixed in. He had dark almost black eyes. He jerk a little when he saw Harry, but soon knelt on the floor next to Harry.
“Hello, Corvus, I’m your grandfather.” Cyrille was shocked how much Corvus looked like Charlus, or in this case, James Potter. He wanted that adoption potion off.
“Hello. Am I Corvus now?” Harry supposed Corvus was one of those proper wizard names.
“Yes, how is your castle doing against the dragon.” Cyrille was not calling his grandson by the name his kidnappers gave him or anything so plebeian.
“Okay. Does this mean I won’t have to go back to my aunt?” Corvus asked quietly not really looking at Cyrille.
“You will be coming to live with me.” Cyrille stated firmly. He was not leaving his grandson in the hands of muggles.
“Okay.” Apparently Corvus wasn’t too attached.
A knock at the door, had Madam Bones and a healer coming in.
“Hello, Corvus. I’m Healer Smith.” The older gentleman greeted Corvus with a cheery smile. “I’ve got some potions for you to take. Why don’t you come sit down over here.” Smith went over to a loveseat chair that was in the office, clearly there for longterm reading sessions.
“I have a pain potion, a short term sedative, should be half an hour, and the reversal.” Smith look to Cyrille to continue, who gave a nod. “The potions should taste minty, and its best to drink one quickly after the other.” Smith handed Corvus the potions in quick secession. For small children, they try to make sure the potions taste passible so it is easier to get down when possible. Corvus managed to get all three potions down before he fell asleep in the chair. The reversal potion slowly started to work, almost like a slow polyjuice potion.
“He will have extreme fatigue and need several days worth of rest. Make sure he has plenty of fluids and light meals. The potion is not only effecting his entire body but magical core too. It is before his first magical expansion at 7, so it should not have had any effect on his magic. Given family predilection, he most likely has a dark core. Potters tended to have a light one, so it is very fortunate medically speaking he was found so young. Otherwise, it could have stunted his magic trying to conform to a light core.” Cyrille shuddered at that fact, carefully wanting his grandsons hair turn from the mop of black hair to a short straight dark red like his own. His face was changing to startlingly make Rodolphus’s. No, Corvus was a mini Rodolphus, not much of Bellatrix was present at all.
“After that, I would recommend a full check up at St. Mungos.” Healer Smith continued. Cyrille fought down the urge with all his pureblood training to snort at that. Corvus was not going anywhere near St. Mungos after what had happened last time. No, he would get the name of Narcissa and Lucius private healer. Narcissa was still terrified to bring Draco to St. Mungos.
When Corvus woke up, he was clearly still groggy, but Cyrille could see the one clear feature Bellatrix had given her son. He had the sharp silver eyes of the Blacks. After Healer Smith checked to make sure Corvus was fine, he left back to St Mungos.
“I would like permission to see his parents to give them the news.” Cyrille stated firmly to Madam Bones.
“I will push through permission.” Madam Bones knew this fit the qualifications for a unusual visit.
“I would like for Corvus to meet them, that is not at Azkaban.” Even in this case, Cyrille could not justify bringing Corvus to that horrible place with Dementors.
“That will be much more difficult.” Madam Bones sighed. There were other children that had parents in Azkaban and never got visits. However, this was a kidnapping case. “I will see what I can do. It may need to go through the Wizengamot.”
Cyrille nodded, and after farewells cradled Corvus around his hips, shielding him with his cloak and left the ministry.
Getting to Lestrange manner, Cyrille placed Corvus to rest in his room while he went to make some flew calls. He first called Arcturus Black, to let him know as Lord Black and his friend. Arcturus would be stopping by later that night. Cygnus and Druella, Bellatrix’s parents, would be coming in a few days to see Corvus after getting back from germany. Next he called the Malfoy’s. After the raid, Narcissa and Lucius had left their small manor home and moved in with Abraxas at the much bigger, old ancestral manor. The wards were far stronger and much deadlier then their first home.
Narcissa had strongly blamed herself for what had happened. No one else did, it was the fault of the DMLE, mainly Crouch unit and that damn Weasley that was in charge of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department. Lucius took the call and quickly left to get his father and wife.
Abraxas flewed over with Narcissa. Lucius stayed at the manor to watch over Draco.
“This is wonderful news, my friend.” Abraxas greeted Cyrille with a light hug. They had been friend since they were five years old and met in the early schooling before going to Hogwarts and being sorted into Slytherin together.
Narcissa, despite her usual composed behavior, looked teary eyed. “How is Corvus doing? Where was he?”
“Come in the sitting room with me, it is quite the story.”
“I can’t believe it,” Abraxas was still processing when Narcissa had gone to check up on Corvus.
“It is shocking. Hopefully we will be able to find out what happened that day.” Cyrille just felt tired after such a long day.
“He looks just like Rodolphus.” Narcissa came back into the room was a wistful smile. She often missed the days before her sister and brother-in-law went to Azkaban.
“He has Bellatrix’s eyes.” Cyrille thought it made a striking combination in his grandson.
“If you don’t have plans already, I can go get supplies for Corvus. I can also look to see what kind creams they have to cover up scars. I know its cursed, but you never know unless you try.” Narcissa looked ready to rush out and shop the rest of the day away.
“Thank you, that would be very helpful. I’m having the house elves clearing out Rodolphus old room, but Corvus will need new bedding and toys and such. Also clothes, he has nothing of his own, only those muggle rags.” Narcissa grave her farewells and left through the flew.
“She will probably bring back the whole toy store.” Abraxas mused, nursing a glass of fire whiskey. “You know, it was probably the godfather bond that protected Corvus that night.”
“I hadn’t thought of that, but that makes sense.” Cyrille took a large sip of his own fire whiskey. He didn’t like the thought of Corvus being hit with a killing curse.
Narcissa did come back with most of a toy store. Corvus had a fully decked out Slytherin themed room with, of course, lots of plush snakes. She switched Corvus into an adorable set of pjs with mini colorful snakes that moved around. She tried the cover up creams on the scar, but none worked. She ended up washing his forehead and smoothing his hair down over it.
Arcturus stopped by later to get the story, and said he would look into some blood glamors, he thought might work better in covering the small scar. After a few days, he was able to find one that was permanent unless the blood used to created it, removed it.
Narcissa was also helpful in putting him in contact with Lady Parkinson that was going to be tutor Draco, her daughter Pansy, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Blaise Zabini, Millicent Bulstrode and Theodore Nott. It would not only put Corvus in good company, but let him be with his cousin. Theodore IV was the grandson of his long time friend Theodore II, also having been in prep school with him and Abraxas. His son was also in Azkaban, so Corvus won’t be the only child being raised by their grandparent because of an Azkaban sentence. Theodore III had a lifetime sentence and his wife died after complications giving birth.
Several days later, Amelia Bones was heading to Azkaban to question Sirius Black. She was authorized to used veritaserum to question him as he was connected to a kidnapping case and was already serving a life sentence in Azkaban. As she sat in the interrogation room, Black was brought in and placed in the prison chair, the chains magically wrapped around him. The three years he had been in Azkaban had, clearly, been hell on him. He had lost a massive amount of weight and was a greasy, dirty mess. Amelia placed the magical record down as the other Aurors, place three drops of the truth potion in Black mouth.
“This is head Auror Amelia Bones to question Sirius Black in connection with the kidnapping of Corvus Lestrange. What is your full name?”
“Sirius Orion Black.” It was said in the typical melodic tone of the truth potion.
“What is your birthday?”
“November 3, 1959.”
“Test questions asked and anwsered correctly,” Amelia stated as procedure dictated. “What happened on July 31st, 1980?” The potion would force the memories to surface.
“I got up the morning and took a shower, brushed my teeth, took a piss, had breakfast, got dress for work...James left the office because Lily had gone into labor....I went on the raid to Malfoy Manor...Meadows brought both of the children to St. Mangos around 11:30pm after the manor had been searched...I got a flew call from my girlfriend Marlene McKinnon to come to the hospital at 11:45pm at the office when I was filling in paperwork...Lily had had serious complications giving birth and had to have emergency surgery, James asked me to go check on Harry while he was waiting for Lily, he was devastated that the healer told him that they had to remove her uterus so she never be able to have more children again, he wanted to be with her the moment she woke up..Marlene was their midwife...I found out from her that Harry had died from a magical core split...there were the two babies that had been brought in earlier from the raid, Marlene was in charge of logging them, but because of the problems with Harry she hadn’t yet. She was the only one in the maternity ward and all the maternity healers were with Lily...Marlene and I decided swap the younger one for the baby that had died.”
“What happened after you decided to swap them?” Amelia was appalled how that night was turning out.
“Marlene had access to one of the research potions cabinet, her friend studied rare and illegal potions and Marlene had overheard the password. I went to James and Lily’s house and got hairs from their hair brushes for the potion. We gave the potion to the younger child. Marlene thought that being new parents for the first time, they wouldn’t notice the difference between a newborn and a three week old. They didn’t. James asked me to be Harry’s godfather with the full blood ritual. I was surprised they wanted to do the ritual but was honored. Lily was going to ask Alice Longbottom. They wanted Harry to be protected if anything happened. Marlene and I never said anything. Marlene went home to brew a replacement potion. I covered for her and later obviated her when she asked me.”
“Was there anything else about the kidnapping you were involved in?” Amelia thought it was a sad tale and a horrible thing to have happened, but kidnapping was not a sane way to deal with it.
“I was the main investigator in the case, and was deliberately lackluster about investing to cover my tracks.”
“Did you know who the child was that you kidnapped?” Amelia wondered if he did not realize he kidnapped his own cousin’s child.
“No, I knew the older one was Narcissa son but figured the younger one was just a death eaters child and James and Lily would be better parents. They deserved it.” Amelia thought it was sad that he did all this then handed James and Lily over to the dark lord. She guessed he didn’t care if it was a death eater child who died.
“Did anyone find out what you had done?” Amelia wondered if James and Lily ever knew.
“No.”
“What did you do with the body of baby?”
“I buried him in between the graves of Charlus and Dorea Potter.”
“This brings the questioning of Sirius Black in regards to kidnapping of Corvus Lestrange to an end.” Amelia would make sure that Lord Lestrange would get a copy of the relevant part of the record. She would also add the record to Sirius Blacks file. Considering Lord Lestrange was friends with Lord Black, Lord Lestrange would most likely not want to pursue further. Sirius Black already had a life sentence in Azkaban.
“I would never thought Sirius was capable of such a thing. It truly makes me wonder what went so wrong with that boy.” Arcturus was at the Lestrange manor, along with the Malfoys and Notts. Draco, Theo and Corvus seemed to be getting along well enough. Well, Draco wanted to horde the toys. Theo and Corvus just went behind his back and stole the toys back. Corvus was only possessive with a black and yellow plushy snake which he kept dragging around Cyrille’s manor. He would hiss sweet nothing to the snake that was twice as big as him. “I think Corvus might be a parselmouth.” Theodore observed the children as they all the older men drank their fire whiskey. Lucius and Narcissa had been watching the children like hawks after they got the full story on what Sirius had done.
“I am starting to think so too.” Cyrille smugly replied. He also thought Corvus had inherited a seer gift from Rodolphus. It tended to follow the Ollivander line, which his wife was from a cadet branch of. It usually wasn’t the strongest seer ability, but hopefully it would protect Corvus in the future. He was going to teach him some divination to guide him. He was not going to let Hogwarts teach Corvus that. It was a joke there.
Divination only works seer gift which 99% of the children taking it don’t have. The teacher was a prophet which don’t have any other divination gifts. She was a total hack. It was wasteful. “Its not that surprising, you know who his godfather was.”
They all took a moment to grieve the brilliant man they had once known, before he sank into insanity. “Have you told Corvus about his parents yet?” Theodore quietly asked.
“Not yet, does Theo know?” Cyrille thought it was not a subject such a young child really could understand.
“No, I decided to wait until he is seven. That is when he will be introduced in balls and such and will come into more contact with light families children who I’m sure will throw it in his face. In the fall, Theo will be going to prep school with the dark families and no one would dare bring it up.” Theo knew his mother was dead and probably assumed the same with his father.
“Well thought out, my friend.” Cyrille smiled as saw the three boys directing some toy dragons to attack a castle they had built. “I will be going to Azkaban in a few days to tell Rodolphus and Bellatrix the news. I believe Amelia will let them have some photos, I can take some of Theo so his father can see a photos of him.”
“It makes me want the Dark Lord to rise again.” Abraxas raged. “The so called light side condones such an inhumane place. As if the dementors were not enough, there is also the cold, no blankets, starvation and no health services. The so called light side had created hell on earth. Sickening. How much torture do they need to endure to make up for their crimes?” Abraxas was well aware how close his son came to being there. He grieved for his friends. He had to admit what Bellatrix did was heinous, but a long slow torture for the rest of her life was just a cruel.
“Well history is written by the victors. It is no doubt that the oppression of the dark will come back to bite the light side again. There are rumors about the dark lords shade, perhaps one day he can be revived sane. At least they won’t have there little light martyr for Dumbledore to show off.” Theodore nodded towards Corvus.
It was best Dumbledore never found out who Harry Potter really was. Theodore couldn’t wait to see the papers reaction when they realized Dumbledore’s golden boy wasn’t there. Madam Bones had told Cyrille that there was so little evidence of who dropped Corvus off on a doorstep that there was not much she could do. She suspected Dumbledore was involved but unless they made the story public or Dumbledore confessed to it, he just had too much power to really gain anything. Cyrille decided it was best to just wait for now. He would compile more information overtime.
In Azkaban, Rodolphus stared at the little red headed boy with silver eyes in the picture dressed in a robe (slytherin green, of course) for his first day of prep school. He had slipped a photo to Rabastan in the cell next to him. Antonin Dolohov passed another photo with Theo in it to Theodore II next to him. Bellatrix had also gotten some photos of their son, but she was too busy trying to murder her cousin, Sirius, in the cell next to her for what he had done.