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He denied it the first time he found out through an Inheritance test given to him by the goblins at Gringotts after he received a missive concerning his participation in the Triwizard Tournament. 

Harry Potter. The soulmate to the Dark Lord. It was ridiculous, really. 

And yet it wasn't. Not really. He has heard the prophecy. The true prophecy, about him and the Dark Lord. Given by Trelawney, who, ironically, wasn't a complete fraud, and who spelled out the Dark Lord's downfall in her "second" one, as opposed to its counterpart that brought his victory.

That was just one of the lies of Dumbledore that he found out. 

The second was the fact that he was a Lord to different Noble Houses. Potter, Black, given to him by his blood-adoption to Sirius when he was a baby, Le Fey, Peverell, Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw. 6 lovely titles that earned himself another by being considered a Goblin-Friend, gifted to him through King Ragnarok who had appreciated his respect and apologized for not realizing the deception that Griphook, his previous Account Manager, was spinning. He was probably one of the most wealthiest and politically important people that the wizarding world had at the moment, at least in the goblin's eyes. 

It helped that he was emancipated as soon as the tournament forced him to compete, wasn't that something.

The third was that he was under so many potions, compulsions, and obliviations that it wasn't even funny. His personality had certainly taken a turn for the better, once he got himself cleansed of everything. He had been a puppet, forced to only like certain things or people, and to hate everyone that didn't fit in the headmaster's view of the 'Greater Good' (the old fool really needed to get that trademarked for how much he references it). 

The fourth was that himself, the Weasley's (he suspected only Ron, Molly, Ginny, and possibly Arthur were the only ones responsible, the twins were fiercely loyal to him and told them how Bill and Charlie left their parent's home to get away from their overbearing mother), and Granger had all been stealing from him. 

Luckily, it was only the Potter vault, but the damage was still done. He wanted to recall everything, but he didn't want to alert the fool that he had broken free, so he opted to do it another day when he took him down. 

The fifth was that he was supposed to look completely different. The cleansing he had undergone removed the forced glamour the headmaster put on him, returning his hair to what it was supposed to be: soft, wavy locks that flowed down below his ears and to the bottom of his neck. His eyes were brightened to a green that would cause migraines if looked upon for too long. His body became lithe and powerful, with corded muscle hidden underneath the slimness.

The sixth and most damning of them all was that not only was Dumbledore paying his Order of the Phoenix (he had to be told what the Hel that was), but he was also paying the Dursley's. Harry, or rather, as he had been told through the Inheritance test he had undergone, Harrison suspected it was to make him more malleable and submissive.

He had also made himself Harrison's (illegal) magical guardian, which had been stripped from him once his emancipation was in place, and could have easily taken him out of the tournament or, better yet, away from an abusive household. 

Harrison had scoffed at that thought. 

After he finished the meeting that was set through the goblins after his emancipation went through, he had walked into Diagon Alley with a glamour. The goblins had given him an amulet that let him go back into his 'Harry Potter' look, but the glamour he put on now made him look completely unrecognizable.

Sandy hair cropped close to his head, bright hazel eyes, a slim face with a square jaw. He was unremarkable as a person and he was perfect. He ordered new clothes, books to catch up on everything he missed, from pureblood etiquette to school books for classes he didn't take, he bought them all.

He even went into Knockturn Alley, the Dark magic that permeated the place tantalizing his senses. There, he got himself books on Dark magic, wanting to know what his soulmate was fighting for, and a new wand, one that wouldn't be traceable (and so he could practice the spells from his newly bought books).

When he got back to Hogwarts, he holed himself up with reading, if only to avoid Granger and Weasley's pestering. He began making allies and friends within the Slytherins, both his age and older (the younger ones didn't have much going for them, unfortunately), and learned that many of them had been keeping an eye on Moody.

Moody, who licked his lips as a tic. Moody, who was well versed in the Dark Arts, successfully casting all three Unforgivables. Moody, who drank from his flask every hour. Harrison caught a whiff of the liquid in the flask and was taken back to second year, when Granger had brewed it for him, her, and Ron.

Polyjuice. It seemed like dear Moody was not who he said he was, though he had to admit that he played him very good. 

He confronted Moody about it one day after the first task. The man denied it vehemently, threatening him with all sorts of punishments. He kept twitching everytime Harrison said the Dark Lord's name and Harrison quickly eased his fears and stated that he wanted to know his plans more, and that he wasn't going to kill him.

Once Moody, or rather Barty as he told him, relayed it back to headquarters, both him and Harrison became friendly with one another, leading Harrison to confide in him that he was the Dark Lord's soulmate.

Barty was overjoyed at the revelation and asked if he had shared it with the Dark Lord yet. Harrison had hesitated, stating he was afraid of being rejected due to who he once was. His fears were unfounded, however, as when he told Voldemort (after Barty's consistent urging), he was pleased to have someone, as he put it, "as powerful as him" for a soulmate (the arrogance. Harrison absolutely did not blush). The two quickly became close, sharing pieces of their childhoods and life together and exchanging letters constantly. Marvolo, as he was told to call him around trusted people, sending letters that were each sweeter than the last (who know that, even during two wars, being a man in the 1940's made you into a romantic).

Once the last task came, and he helped resurrect his soulmate, with the help of Barty and (Ew) Pettigrew, and he had returned to his handsome state that was just a few years older than the Diary. Both him and Harrison shared a passionate kiss and stayed with each other for a few more moments before Harrison had to leave to stop suspicions arriving.

However, that was where things went downhill.

Once he was brought back as the winner of the tournament, Moody led him away to be "checked for injuries", as he told Dumbledore and the others, and both him and Harrison argued over Barty leaving.

Barty hadn't wanted to leave, but Harrison persuaded him to, saying that Vee, as he also called his soulmate (Barty chuckled and muttered "I still can't believe you call the Dark Lord that), would take care of him.

(Unbeknownst to them (both of them had foolishly forgotten to put up wards around the room) Dumbledore listened in to their conversation)

They staged a duel, and Barty fled, leaving Harrison disheveled and battered on the floor. Almost immediately, Dumbledore came in with the other Ministry workers, and Harrison stuttered out a story that Fake-Moody attacked him and fled, and that real-Moody was somewhere in the room (he was in the trunk of course)

After they levitated Moody from the trunk, both him and Harrison were ushered to the Hospital Wing, where they underwent checks to see if they were injured. Moody was way worse than Harrison was. 

However, shortly after he was cleared from the Wing, the headmaster called him up to his office with a vague mention of the password (fucking 'Jelly Belly's', what kind of password was that). Once he was let in, he was met with Dumbledore, looking smug, several Aurors, the Minister himself, and Amelia Bones. 

Before he even had time to move, he had a sham of a trial where they shoved Veritaserum down his throat, and forced him to confess to consorting with the Dark Lord. Luckily for him, none of them asked the truly incriminating questions (and Harrison had long since Occluded his mind from Dumbledore's intrusions, so even he didn't know). 

Harrison James Potter-Black was arrested on 25 June, 1995 on the grounds of consorting with the Dark Lord and committing treason against both the Ministry of Magic and the wizarding world, and the precious Boy-Who-Lived was sentenced to 20 years in Azkaban.

Oh what would the headlines say. 

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Harry sat in bed, still shocked from the evening's events. 

Sweet Frigg, it just had to be on Samhain. 

Every year, without fail, something happened on this holiday. Whether it be a troll, a petrification, or a break-in, it always happened on this day. 

Of course, he didn't even have his friends to help him. Ron, or rather- Ronald, as he had lost the privilege of the nickname, had completely turned his back on Harry and suggested that somehow he got into the bloody tournament even though Harry had looked utterly terrified when his name came out. 

Hermione looked more hesitant but still sided with Ronald. Everything they went through, she always sided with him. The unresolved sexual tension was high with that one. 

Harry huffed out a breath and then sat up, heading a light tapping at the window of the Gryffindor common room, where he had deigned to find solace in his bed after that evening. An owl, sharp and fierce looking with tawny feathers and hazel eyes was there, glaring at him to open the window.

He immediately got up to let the poor creature in, to which the owl hooted indignantly and stuck his leg out for Harry to take the letter. Once free of his burden, the owl flew out the open window. 

Harry blinked and opened the letter, noticing the Gringotts seal and fine quality parchment. 

Mr. Potter, 

We have recently been notified of your emancipation. As you are now of age in the eyes of magic, please find time to make your way to Gringotts to go over your Lordships and vaults. Failure to do so within two weeks will result in the closure of the vaults and suspension of Lordships. 

Respectfully, 

Chief Gangnrad

Head Goblin of the Gringotts London Branch

Harry just stared. That was new. He knew what Lordships were. He had heard Malfoy and the other pureblooded Slytherins talk about them, but he never expected to be able to gain any. And emancipation? Why now? 

Wait-

The tournament. He must've been seen as of-age because of his entry. After all, you needed to be of-age to compete, and the rest of the competition were all 17.

He needed to go to them and see what all this was about. Luckily, this weekend was a Hogsmeade weekend, and Sirius had given him a signed permission form to go, he could ask to use the floo in the Three Broomsticks and make up a lie as to why he needed it, or show her the letter. 

Yes, that is what he would do

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Harry stared at the gold and marble Gringotts building. This was it. He walked in, giving a bow to the goblins as he passed, all of whom looked shocked at his actions. 

He may portray himself as neglectful of his studies, but he did like to read, and he had picked up many books from the library. Ones that told him about goblin customs, the one book he found on wizarding culture that faintly described the Wheel of the Year and the old Gods. He had decided to start following the wizarding culture, in secret, of course. 

When he reached the Teller's desk, he showed the goblin seated there the letter he had received and asked him quietly if he would show him the way to go. The goblin, Bloodclaw, as he was saw on the plaque in front of the desk, raised an eyebrow and led the way. 

"Ah, Mr. Potter, this is quite a surprise. I wasn't expecting you to show up after you've ignored every other letter we have sent," A goblin greeted the two as they opened the door and Harry stepped in. 

"Thank you, Bloodclaw. Have a seat, Mr. Potter," The goblin, Roughfang as the placard said, instructed him. Bloodclaw closed the door behind him and Harry sat in the seat across from the mahogany desk.

"Letters, sir? I have not received any letters besides the one that brought me hear today," Harry told him, confused. Roughfang raised his brows.

"That is indeed a problem. Would you consent to taking a Inheritance Test?" He asked. Harry nodded and Roughfang brought out a piece of parchment, a potion bottle, and a sharp looking dagger. He poured the potion on the parchment before sliding it towards Harry and handed the dagger to him, hilt first, as well.

" Three drops of blood on the parchment please," Roughfang instructed him.

Harry pricked his finger and let the aforementioned amount of drops hit the parchment. The blood soaked in, and words started forming. Harry stared at it in shock and amazement before picking it up to read when it was finished. 

Inheritance Test

Name: Harrison James Potter-Black

Father: James Fleamont Potter (pureblood)

Father: Sirius Orion Black (blood-adoption)

Mother: Lily Marie Potter née Evans (squib-born)

Status: Pureblood

Magical Guardian: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore (illegal) 

Godsfather(s): Remus John Lupin (alive), Severus Tobias Snape (alive)

Godsmother(s): Alice Clara Longbottom née Fortesque (alive; incapacitated), Minerva Elizabeth McGonagall (alive)

Houses -

Potter (Lord upon emancipation; Paternal)

Black (Heir through paternal blood adoption)

Ravenclaw (Lord upon emancipation; Maternal)

Gryffindor (Lord upon emancipation; Paternal)

Peverell (Lord upon emancipation; Paternal)

Le Fey (Lord upon emancipation; Maternal)

Vaults -

Potter (Family - 468, Lord - 469, Heir - 470)

Black (Family - 345, Lord - 346, Heir - 347)

Ravenclaw (Family - 124, Lord - 125, Heir - 126)

Gryffindor (Family - 136, Lord - 137, Heir - 138)

Peverell (Family - 65, Lord - 66, Heir - 67)

Le Fey (Family - 27, Lord - 28, Heir - 29

Properties - 

Potter (Potter Manor, Scotland, unplottable; Potter Cottage, Godric's Hollow, broken Fedelius, unhabitable)

Black (Chateau Noir, France, unplottable; Black Manor, England, unplottable; Grimmauld Place, England, unplottable)

Ravenclaw (Eagle's Nest, Scotland, unplottable; Ravenclaw Castle, England, unplottable)

Gryffindor (Lion's Den, England, unplottable; Gryffindor Castle, Scotland, unplottable)

Peverell (Morsgrave Tower, Wales, unplottable; Peverell Manor, Scotland, unplottable)

Le Fey (Le Fey Castle, Ireland, unplottable; Faerie Garden, Scotland, unplottable)

Vault Transactions -

20,000 galleons transfered from Potter Heir vault to the Order of the Phoenix vault (made by APWBD)

50,000 galleons transfered from Potter Heir vault to APWBD (made by APWBD)

10,000 galleons transfered from Potter Heir vault to Molly Lucretia Weasley née Prewett (made by APWBD)

5,000 galleons transfered from Potter Heir vault to Ronald Bilius Weasley (made by APWBD)

5,000 galleons transfered from Potter Heir vault to Hermione Jean Granger (made by APWBD)

5,000 galleons transfered from Potter Heir vault to Ginevra Molly Weasley (made by APWBD)

10,000 galleons transfered from Potter Heir vault into Muggle currency and put into a Muggle bank vault under the Dursley name (made by APWBD)

Marriage contract between Harry James Potter and Ginevra Molly Weasley signed by APWBD and Molly Lucretia Weasley née Prewett

Magics - 

Magic Core: Dark

Soulmate: Tom Marvolo Riddle-Slytherin (Alias: Voldemort)

Compulsions: 

-Hatred towards Dark side, Tom Marvolo Riddle-Slytherin, Slytherins, Severus Tobias Snape, Death Eaters 

-Indifference towards Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, most of Gryffindor Houses, Frederick Gideon Weasley, George Fabian Weasley, William Arthur Weasley, Charles Caspar Weasley, Percival Hector Weasley, Remus John Lupin, Sirius Orion Black, studying, grades, books

-Trust towards APWBD, Hermione Jean Granger, Ronald Bilius Weasley, Ginevra Molly Weasley, Molly Lucretia Weasley née Prewett, Arthur Septimus Weasley, the Order of the Phoenix 

-Shame about home life, abuse, and Dursley family

Potions: 

-Love potion keyed Ginevra Molly Weasley

-Loyalty potion keyed to APWBD

-Trust potion keyed to the Order of the Phoenix 

Blocks: 

-Mage Sight (100% blocked by APWBD)

-Creature Tongues (100% blocked by APWBD)

-Parseltongue (65% blocked by APWBD)

-Parselmagic (100% blocked by APWBD)

-Eidetic Memory (100% blocked by APWBD)

-Mind Magics (100% blocked by APWBD)

-Soulmate Bond (100% blocked by APWBD)

-Godsparent's Bond (100% blocked by APWBD)

-Magical Core (100% blocked by APWBD)

Foreign Magics - 

-Horcrux (Placed by Tom Marvolo Riddle-Slytherin)

-Blood Glamour (Look like a copy of James Fleamont Potter with Lily Marie Potter née Evans' eyes; Placed by APWBD)

-Mail Ward (Block all mail not from Weasley family, Hermione Jean Granger, Sirius Orion Black, Remus John Lupin, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore; Placed by APWBD)

Harry felt his hands start shaking the more the read. When he finished, he looked up, his whole body trembling and his eyes glowing with rage.

"What- the fuck," 

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Harrison say back at Roughfang's office, drumming his hands on his leg as the goblin went through his accounts, trying to decipher how the discrepancies happened. He had gotten cleansed an hour earlier and had immediately felt the difference. 

The office was decorated in a dark mahogany wood that made up the panels in the walls, the desk, chair accents, and bookshelves. The shelves themselves had countless of scrolls and knickknacks on them, stacked and crowded in spots

The walls were covered in weapons, which Harrison had assumed was made by Roughfang himself, and each weapon was beautifully made with sharpness and goblin runes embedded into the handles.

It was a shock, after he went through the cleansing, when he found out he could understand the goblins when they spoke to each other in their language. With this power, he would have been coveted and used for all types of negotiations. 

No longer was he someone's puppet. 

Roughfang let out a sudden growl and stood abruptly. Harrison just watched in surprise, eyebrows raised as the goblin stormed out, shouting in Druvhem. 

He had quickly found out that Gobbledegook was named by wizardkind, and goblins found it extremely disrespectful to their ancient history, which, fair. 

When Roughfang came back, he bowed to Harrison. 

"My apologies, Mr. Potter-Black. I discovered that the several discrepancies with your Potter accounts were only plausible through a betrayal of one of our own. The perpetrator has been apprehended," Roughfang said to him. Harrison sat there for a moment, stunned. 

"Who was it?" He asked. 

"Your account manager, Griphook. He was apparently paid off by Dumbledore to not dispose of any letters we may have sent to you, and was allowed into your vaults and able to remove several valuable objects. Would you like for us to have them returned?" Roughfang replied.

"Yes, but I want it done once I give my word. I can't let him find out just yet," Harrison clenched his teeth. Roughfang gave a nod before pulling out several boxes.

"Now, these are your Lordship rings. Since you are emancipated due to the tournament, you are able to claim the Lordships rather than just the Heirships. If you are accepted by them, your account managers will go over business with your vaults. Fortunately, there are no discrepancies in any other vaults but the Potter trust vault," Roughfang informed him. Harrison nodded, pulling the ring boxes closer to him.

"They go by matter of importance, Heir to Lord," Roughfang said as Harrison pulled out the first ring. 

The ring was made for the House of Black, his father's house, and consisted of a silver band that held a stone that looked as if it held the stars within it.

As he put it on his finger, he felt an icy magic go through him, and the weight of expectation to make the Black family great again. Only a few seconds passed before it resized to fit his finger and sat there, gleaming.

The next ring belonged to the House of Le Fey, and was a beautiful ring that was carved out ivory, and harbored a large black stone that was engraved with a picture of a crescent moon that had a serpent wrapped around it. 

As he put it on, he felt a rush of magic, both heady and chilling. This effect lasted several seconds as the magic judged his character. 

Eventually, it settled down, and resized to fit his finger. The next ring he picked up was the Peverell ring. The black stone that sat upon a band made from bone, with the symbol of a triangle surrounding a circle with a line down the middle, was like an abyss, sucking in the light and leaving nothing but shadows. 

As he put it on, the temperature of the room immediately plummeted, but he refused to shiver. The ring accepted him after a few seconds and merged with the Le Fey one. 

He then picked up the Gryffindor ring, and ostentatious band of gold that has a lion's head carved out of it. As he put it on, he felt suffocating heat, as if he was made to stand directly in front of a fire, but, just like the Peverell ring, it resized to fit him and merged with the rest of the Lordship rings. 

The next ring he picked up was the Ravenclaw ring, a band of silver with a royal blue stone that was carved to take the shape of an open book. As he placed it on his finger, he felt what seemed like thousands of pages opening up against his skin, but it quickly joined the others. 

The last ring he picked up was his family's ring. The Potter ring was a gold band that carried a large ruby engraved with the house crest. The ruby glinted in the light of the office and, as he put it on, he felt a rush of magic that felt like a hug, and he instinctively knew it was his ancestors embracing him. 

The ring resized to fit his finger and merged with the others, all creating a black band with each stone embedded and each crest engraved into the metal, and the  Black Heirship ring say alone on his finger. 

"Lord Potter-Ravenclaw-Gryffindor-Peverell-Le Fey, Heir Black, if you wish to, you are able to have the rings separate and pay with a certain ring when prompted at shops, and you can make them go invisible to hide from people who you do not wish to see the rings," Roughfang told him. 

"Please, just call me Lord Potter, that is way too long of a name" Harrison told the goblin, grimacing. 

"Indeed, Lord Potter. I shall endeavor to do so," Roughfang replied. 

Before they could get any further, a knock was heard at the door. A goblin came in, wringing his hands and speaking in Druvhem to Roughfang. 

"Roughfang, King Ragnarok is asking for the wizard. He said he needed to speak to him immediately,"

Roughfang nodded and stood, turning to Harrison who quickly met him at the door. 

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As they approached the throne room doors, Roughfang stopped and gestured for Harrison to go forward. Harrison nodded, bowing at the goblin who returned the gesture.

He stepped through the doors and bowed deeply to the goblin king, careful to wait a few seconds as to show proper respect to a sovereign. King Ragnarok chuckled.

"It is not everyday we see one of wizardkind bowing to us. Rise, young one, we must speak." Harrison stood up straight.

" What do you need to speak about, Your Majesty?" He said respectfully, trying not to appear nervous. The king waved a hand. 

" Bah, just call me Ragnarok. I would like to offer you, on behalf of the goblin nation, the title of Friend. I have been the manager for the Le Fey and Emrys vaults since Merlin himself came to my family, and I have seen the discrepancies that one of my kind has caused you. I offer you this title as reparation for the injustice that has occured to you," Ragnarok stated firmly. Harrison just look at him in shock before clearing his throat. 

"I would be honored Ragnarok, thank you for giving me this gift, and I will be sure to not let it go to waste," He said gratefully. Ragnarok just chuckled. 

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Harrison flopped on his bed after he changed into his new pajamas. Once he had left Ragnarok's office after going through his accounts, and what the title of Goblin Friend meant for him, he stepped into Diagon Alley with a necklace that was able to make him look as if he were still under the glamour. He put another glamour over himself as soon as he was out in the open.

Once at the Alley, he had a bit of a shopping spree, and bought several different items. He went to Flourish and Blotts, buying different books on politics, magic, and other things he felt he needed. He also bought a brand new trunk that had loads more space and protection than his old one, as well as a small apartment.

He stepped into Twilfitt and Tattings, ordering a new wardrobe that consisted of pants: dress pants, casual pants, pajama pants; shirts: dress shirts, t-shirts (who would've thought a luxury place like that would sell those), button ups, undershirts, and pajama shirts; robes: casual robes, dress robes, and the in-between; shoes: dragonhide boots, both lace ups and casual leather dress shoes; underwear, socks, and miscellaneous items like cuff links and ties. All in different colors like black, green, dark purple, navy, and trimmed with black, gold, silver, and white. 

He even went to Knockturn Alley, picking up a new wand, Blackthorn and ebony, with a core of a basilisk fang and a phoenix feather, from a shop called The Nightshade. He also picked up different books on dark magics of all kinds, as well as parselmagic and both wandless and wordless magic. 

When he arrived back at Hogsmeade, after picking up his wand and clothes and putting them in his new trunk, both Ron and Hermione hounded him to tell them where he was, and why they couldn't find him. He dodged the questions all the way up the Gryffindor common room, and ran up the stairs to his dorm, leaving them behind in the common room area. 

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Harrison stayed behind after Defense Against the Dark Arts, waving his hand to get Ron and Hermione to leave without him before facing Professor 'Moody'.

He had found out from the Marauder's Map that 'Moody' was not actually Moody, and it took him until after he stumbled out of Dumbledore's pensieve to realize it was Bartemius Crouch Jr., the son of the Head of the Department of Internations Magical Cooperation. 

After he had gotten back from Gringotts, he had taken a few days before apologizing to Draco Malfoy for not shaking his hand in first year after pulling him into a secluded classroom. Eventually, Draco had introduced him to all of the Slytherins in his year and Harrison found he got along with them very well.

Of course, this all had to happen in secret, but it helped to have allies somewhere. He found out that they too had been watching 'Moody'. Many of their parents worked with Barty Crouch Jr. (Harrison was told to never call him Bartemius) as Death Eaters, and the children themselves knew a lot about the man. They also knew that the Dark Mark was getting stronger in power after many of their parents warned them to be cautious this year.

"What do you want, Potter?" 'Moody's' gruff voice broke him out of his reverie. 

"I would like to speak with you, Professor. Could we perhaps step into your office?" Harrison asked politely. Moody regarded him suspiciously before waving a hand for Harrison to follow him up. Once in, Harrison waved a hand to enable wards, which made 'Moody's' eyebrows raise. 

"Now that we are secure, I would like to inform you that it's Potter-Black, Professor," Harrison stayed calmly. The professor sharply nodded, and Harrison continued. 

"I know who you are, Mr. Crouch, and I would like for you to do something for me." In an instant, 'Moody' had his wand raised and pointed at him. 

"You know nothing, Potter, now get out before I call Dumbledore here," He snarled out. Harrison raised an eyebrow. 

"I'm not going to tell anyone. I have known for a while and still haven't. I would like for you to go to your master for me. I know you work for Voldemort," Harrison said. 'Moody' flinched at the name and narrowed his eyes. Ah, so he was scared he was going to hurt his master 

"What do you want me to tell him?" He asked suspiciously, his wand still raised. 

"Tell him that I would like to meet with him. He can pick a date and time, but I would like for their to be no conflict or spells being thrown. Either way, I don't intend to harm him," Harrison stated his terms carefully. 'Moody' nodded sharply. 

"I will go to him with your offer, but do not expect anything out of it," He warned. Harrison nodded and waved his hand to dispel the wards.

"I understand, and thank you, Professor. Have a good evening,"

Harrison walked out the door back to his common room.

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"Mr. Potter, stay after class," Barty's rough voice jolted him out of his thoughts on Friday and he nodded his understanding to the man. 

He must've received a response then. 

Both Granger and Weasley tried to get him to speak about what they thought he did to be asked to stay behind, but he just ignored them. His friends in Slytherin- Draco, Theo, Blaise, Pansy, Tracey, Daphne, Vince, and Greg- all gave him concerned looks that were disguised as disgust, but he just signalled to them, as Weasley and Granger looked away, that he was fine. They would tell the older years what happened, if they needed to stage a rescue. 

"Yes, Professor?" Harrison asked politely, approaching the desk in the front of the classroom. 'Moody's' eyes tracked him before he spoke. 

"I have received an answer from my Lord. He wants to discuss things next Hogsmeade weekend," That was next weekend. 

"Very well," Harrison conceded. Then, a bit more carefully, he asked, "What is he like?"

Barty furrowed his brow. The polyjuice had run out while he had been talking and now he was back in his own body. He looked contemplative for a moment, as if trying to find the best words.

"My Lord, before his downfall, was...reactive. But, now, he seems calmer in a way, and more open to listen," Barty said carefully. Harrison nodded. 

He wondered if Voldemort's regained sanity was due to the destruction of the diary Horcrux. He had done research on the term after seeing it on his Inheritance Test and discovered what Voldemort had done. Harrison thanked Barty for relaying the message and left the classroom.

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Over the next few days, Harrison stayed after DADA class when he had it, and came into the classroom when there were free periods. He wanted to get to know Barty and learn more about the Dark Lord and his aims. After all, he was the Dark Lord's soulmate, and there wasn't any way that he would be able to stay neutral.

He learned about the Dark Lord's goals when Barty was first marked. The man didn't want to kill muggles, but rather keep the wizarding world and muggle world separate. He wanted to give muggle-borns a chance to choose to live in the magical world indefinitely or lose their magic and stay in the muggle world.

Harrison wondered how he would react when he told him it was a possibility that muggle-borns were descendants of squibs that were cast out.

During one of Harrison and Barty's talks, Harrison shared his main reason for meeting with Voldemort.

"The main reason why I wanted to meet with him, and why I asked you how he is, is because I did an Inheritance Test at Gringotts last Hogsmeade weekend. I found out I was the Lord to LeFey, Peverell, Gryffindor, Slytherin, and Potter, as well as the Heir to the House of Black. I also found out that Dumbledore had drugged me with love potions to fall for Ginevra Weasley and spelled me with compulsions of trust and hate, to keep me his perfect weapon. The cherry on the top is that I found out about my soulmate," Barty looked angry at what happened to him.

"That is absurd!" He yelled, standing up to pace, "Those compulsions are illegal and even my Lord would never do that to a child. All of the younger initiates are there by choice, even if their parents force them. The Dark Lord asks if that is truly what they want and backs off if they are unsure or say no. Though, that was when I was an initiate myself," He paused, looking at Harrison.

"Who is your soulmate, if you don't mind me asking?" Barty asked. Harrison snorted at his outburst and sudden change of question.

"I'm the Dark Lord's soulmate. It was a shock at first, of course, but once I truly thought about it, I wasn't disgusted or repulsed," Harrison said. Barty rushed over to him with glee evident in his posture. 

"My Lord's soulmate! Oh he will be delighted to meet you," Barty rambled, practically bouncing on the spot. Harrison didn't share the enthusiasm, however.

"What if he hates me? I am the boy who caused his downfall, even if it was my mother, really. I'm Dumbledore's weapon, the Gryffindor Golden Boy," He fretted. Barty paused, kneeling down and taking his hands. 

"Harrison, it will be fine, trust me. He will be happy that you are his," Barty said, trying to calm him down. Harrison nodded, biting the inside of his cheek.

" I think of you as a little brother, you know," Barty started. Harrison looked up, shocked. "I never had much of a family growing up. My father ignored me, and my mother was powerless against him. My house-elf, Winky, took care of me as a child." He sighed. "The point is, you have someone on your side, kiddo," 

Harrison just stared at Barty before throwing his arms around him. 

"Thank you," He said, his voice muffled by Barty's shoulder. Barty just chuckled. 

"You're welcome, kid." 

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On the day that Harrison was supposed to meet Voldemort, he snuck over to Barty's office after curfew. From there, Barty led him, while he was under his invisibility cloak, over to the boundary of the schools wards before taking his arm and apparating them on the spot. 

When they landed outside of the house where Voldemort was staying, Harrison swayed, trying to force down his nausea from the disconcerting movement. Barty just rubbed his back. 

" Is this your first time apparating?" He asked. Harrison just nodded, not trusting himself to speak. When the dizziness finally subsided, they walked into the manor, Barty leading him to what he presumed was the office. Before opening the door, Barty put a hand on his shoulder.

"You've got this, kid," He told Harrison, spinning him around to meet his eyes. "I will let you in, and then I will be waiting at the entrance hall for when you are finished. Just be yourself, and don't do anything to antagonize him," He warned. Harrison nodded. 

"Thanks, Barty" 

Barty opened the door to the office. There, sitting on a high-backed chair in front of the fire was Voldemort himself, in an oddly shaped, baby-sized body with skin that looked like it was stretched tight around the bones. 

"Ah, Harry Potter, we meet at last," A high, hissing voice said from the chair. " Come, I wish to speak to you face to face. "

Harrison moved over to the chair across from Voldemort,'s, sitting down before speaking. 

" Harrison Potter-Black, actually. I found out a few things, " He stated, looking Voldemort in his eyes. 

" Oh? And what have you found?" Voldemort asked, his head tilted curiously. 

"After my name was put in the goblet, thanks for that by the way, I received a missive from Gringotts about my subsequent emancipation and lordships. This was the first time I had ever received something from the goblins, so naturally, I made plans to see what the deal was," Harrison started. "I did an Inheritance Test there, and found out that Dumbledore had been a bit freer with his compulsion spells, and I was conditioned to hate everything that was Dark related. I also became the Lord to six houses, and the heir to one." He stated. Voldemort sneered. 

"That old goat always did like to play the "kind grandfather" to hide his true motives," Voldemort rolled his eyes before focusing on Harrison. "There's something else you found, isn't there?" Harrison looked away slightly before turning his eyes back on Voldemort. 

"Yes," He said cautiously. "You planned to do a ritual that Samhain night when you came after my parents, did you?"

Voldemort looked pleased at the use of the correct holiday name, but it was overshadowed by his rage of how Harrison found out. Harrison's scar burned. 

"Don't get angry. I haven't said anything to anyone," He started. " It said on the test that I am your ~Horcrux~" He said the last word in parseltongue, knowing Voldemort most likely didn't want to let anybody else know. "I researched what it was, and I know you have made at least two, maybe multiple." Voldemort's rage grew, as well as his panic. 

"How do you know about two?" Voldemort hissed out. Harrison winced. 

"In my second year, Lucius dropped your diary in with the books of Ginevra Weasley. She, stupidly, started writing in the diary and got possessed by your younger self, who opened the Chamber of Secrets and had the basilisk start petrifying students. Ginevra was taken down to the Chamber, and I, like the Golden Boy Savior I was, went down to go save her. Your younger self sicced the basilisk on me, and I had to kill her with the Sword of Gryffindor that Dumbledore sent through the Sorting Hat with Fawkes. A fang of the basilisks lodged in my arm, but I took it out and stabbed your diary with it. I assume the soul piece reunited with you, because souls cannot be destroyed," Harrison explained. Voldemort looked shocked for a moment. 

" How did you survive the basilisk venom?" He asked. Harrison snorted. 

" Fawkes cried in the wound before taking me, Ginevra, Ron, and Lockhart back up to Dumbledore's office," He replied. Voldemort narrowed his eyes. 

" I'm going to need to have words with Lucius," He gritted out. Harrison laughed. 

" There's more," He said. Voldemort waved him to go on. " I'm your soulmate." Voldemort just sat still for a moment before laughing. 

" Oh this is perfect! No wonder you are my prophesized downfall. There is no one better as a soulmate than someone who is as powerful as me," Harrison blushed lightly at the compliment before pausing. 

" I'm your prophesized downfall?" He asked, confused. Voldemort raised a brow. 

" I'm not surprised Dumbledore did not tell you. Before you were born, Dumbledore held an interview for the Divination position at Hogwarts in the Hog's Head pub, which his owned by his brother Aberforth. A spy of mine overheard the interview and specifically heard when the woman started spouting a prophecy. However, he only heard a piece of it before he was kicked out of the pub. He came to me with the information, and, in my insanity, I went after you and your parents," Voldemort shared. 

" Ah, the spy was Snape, wasn't it? He's always been slippery. I'm guessing the Divination interviewee was Trelawney, " Harrison stated, looking at Voldemort, who dipped his head. 

" I mean, I get it, you were focused on eliminating a threat to power, even if you didn't have all your mental facilities," Here, Voldemort snorted. " My parents chose to have a baby during a war, and chose to stay in the country still even after learning about the prophecy, so that's really on them," Harrison shrugged. " Is there any way we can hear the full prophecy?" He asked. Voldemort just stared at him for a moment before responding. 

" Yes, prophecies are stored at the Ministry in the Department of Mysteries,"

" I see. Are you able to call Lucius and have him bring me to the Ministry during the Yule holidays? I have an invisibility cloak that I can hide under to fly under the radar," Harrison asked him. 

" Yes, I can call him and instruct him to bring you. He needs to pay for his carelessness of my diary anyways." Voldemort sneered. Harrison just laughed. 

" Do you have a plan to get back in a body?" Harrison asked. Voldemort nodded. 

" That is originally why I had Barty enter your name in the goblet. I need your blood for my ritual. However, if you are willing to give the blood instead, it might work better," Voldemort said, turning to look at him. Harrison nodded.

" I am willing to give you my blood. How long does the ritual take to set up?" He asked. 

" I will have Barty bring you on Wednesday," Voldemort replied. From there, Harrison said his goodbyes and headed back with Barty to the castle. 

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On Wednesday, Barty brought him to Riddle Manor after curfew again, leading him directly to the ritual room where Voldemort was waiting with Wormtail. Harrison sneered at the traitor before turning back to the large cauldron filled with water in the middle of a ritual circle. 

Surrounding the cauldron was a ring with a black stone set in it, a diadem, a book with a tear in it, which Harrison assumed was the diary, and another empty space. Harrison concluded that these were some of Voldemort's Horcruxes, and went over to stand in the empty space. Barty began the ritual. 

"Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will resurrect your son," A skull floated into the cauldron, the liquid turning green as the bone hit the water. 

"Flesh of the servant, willingly given, you will resurrect your master" Here, Wormtail shakily held a dagger to his hand. Harrison watched with suppressed glee as Wormtail sliced down, cutting his hand off from the wrist. Agonized whimpers sounded as the liquid turned red. 

"Blood of the soulmate, offered freely, you will resurrect your other half," Harrison held a ritual dagger to his palm, slicing downward and letting his blood flow into the cauldron, where the liquid turned purple, before healing the wound with an episkey

Barty floated all three Horcruxes into the cauldron before placing Voldemort in. The liquid swirled, turning paler and paler before turning a complete white. A hand came out of the cauldron, long, pale fingers gripping the sides as it hauled a body out. 

A tall, very naked Tom Riddle stepped out of the cauldron, his dark wavy hair flowing perfectly around his aristocratic face that looked as if he was in his mid-20s. Full lips were cast in a smirk as they looked upon the new body. 

"Robe me" A low, smooth voice said. Barty grabbed the robe that was sitting on the side of the circle, handing it the the Dark Lord. Voldemort wrapped the robe around his body before spinning to face Harrison. 

"Leave us. Barty, you may wait by the entrance hall to take Harrison back," Voldemort instructed the two Death Eaters. Harrison shivered at the way his name came off the man's tongue. 

"You regained your Horcruxes," Harrison blurted out after a minute of silence where Voldemort just studied him. The man dipped his head. 

"I did, yes. I came to the conclusion that it would help my resurrection." He replied. Voldemort looked at him, smirking as he stalked over to Harrison, who just stood there. 

"Tell me, dear soulmate, are you a sign from Frigg? Or did you agree to help my return only to kill me after?" His crimson eyes glinted with some unknown emotion as he stood over Harrison. "Or are you here to be mine?" He purred. Harrison swallowed thickly before responding. 

"These days, I won't be lying if I told you that I didn't wish to be on your side," He said with a hoarse voice, his mouth suddenly dry. 

"Oh, am I making the Golden Boy, dark?" Voldemort said with a dark smirk. "I see the mind link that leads right into you. I can feel the threads of fate, of our souls, and very blood twined together. There's nothing you could say or do that wouldn't make you mine, " He paused. " Your magic tastes divine." Harrison leaned closer, as if pulled by an invisible string towards the man in front of him. 

"You have all of me. My body, my blood, my soul," Harrison whispered. "I would give you both the sky above us and the earth below if you asked it of me, Voldemort." The man in question looked satisfied, his eyes glinting with triumph. 

"You, and only you, may call me Marvolo," He said, raising a hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Harrison's ear. 

"Marvolo," Harrison spoke back, trying out the name on his tongue. Marvolo reached a hand to the back of his head, pulling his hair lightly. 

"You have nowhere to go," Marvolo whispered darkly, his voice like velvet on steel. Harrison looked into crimson eyes before making a decision, pulling the man by the front of his robe, their mouths meeting. 

Kissing Marvolo was like getting a breath of fresh air, even as he was losing it quickly. His magic sang with the close proximity, their every touch creating a buzzing of pleasure. 

Marvolo gripped Harrison by the back of his head, keeping him there as he took all of his breath. Marvolo pulled back, his teeth nipping Harrison's bottom lip as they separated. The Dark Lord smirked, leaning in until their breaths mingled and their lips brushed together. 

"You taste divine." 

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The next months were a whirlwind of plans and sneaking around. The Yule Ball came and went, and Harrison had a good time. He had taken Pavarti Patil, with Ron taking Padma Patil, and let her know that he wasn't interested in her at all. 

Of course, when he snuck away to Riddle Manor after the ball, he was snogged senseless until he was practically a puddle before Marvolo. The man was possessive, after all.

Each day that he snuck over, they talked. And talked. And talked. About everything and nothing at all. Most of their talks were plans for the future, while some of them were just getting to know the ins and outs of one another. 

They became closer, sharing experiences and dreams that they never had with anyone else. Some nights were filled with passion as Marvolo took Harrison into the bedroom, having him wake up early just to go back to the school while trying to cover the bites that were easily noticable. The ones that could be hidden with clothing, he kept. 

Marvolo had instructed Lucius to bring him to the Ministry to pick up the prophecy, something the blond looked uncomfortable about. Surprisingly, Lucius apologized for his actions in second year and offered to start anew, something Harrison took him upon immediately. The left the Ministry amicably and both Harrison and Marvolo listened to the prophecy in the study. 

"This is ridiculous. I went after you for this?" Marvolo sneered. Harrison grimaced, nodding in agreement. 

"I mean, it seems to me like it was set up by Dumbledore. Who has an interview in a pub, owned by his brother nevertheless," Harrison shook his head. Marvolo scoffed. "Not to mention, its already been fulfilled," Harrison finished. Marvolo snapped his head up to meet his eyes. 

"What do you mean it's been fulfilled?" He asked sharply. Harrison's brows rose. 

"You don't see it? I mean, the first part was when I was born, the mark and power I know not are your Horcrux, and our soulmate bond. The last lines are trickier, but you certainly weren't living the best life as a wraith and I wasn't living the best life at my relatives. We were both merely surviving," Harrison explained. Marvolo just stared at him before yanking him by his collar into a deep kiss. 

"Have I ever told you how much of a genius you are?" Marvolo asked against his lips, kissing him deeper. Harrison moaned softly before pulling back until their lips brushed. 

"Yes, but I don't mind hearing it again," 

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After the second task, Marvolo finally wore Harrison down about telling Snape everything. Harrison had shown him his Inheritance Test to read over, and Marvolo insisted that he tell his godfather about it, stating that he would have another protector.

That Friday, Harrison went to Snape's office, steeling his nerves before knocking. Marvolo, feeling his nervousness, sent reassurance back to him. They couldn't full on communicate in their bond until they were married in the traditional wizarding way, as they found out while doing research together, but they could feel each other's emotions. 

Snape opened the door, scowling when he say Harrison there. 

"Mr. Potter," He spat, "I don't have time for your insolence today. Go back to your lion's den," He said before moving to shut the door. Harrison blocked it with a foot. 

"Wait, Professor. Please just listen to me," Harrison pleaded, looking up at Snape. The man stared at him, his eyes searching through Harrison's for any semblance of a prank. Finally, he sighed, and opened the door. 

"What do you want?" He asked, crossing over to his desk before sitting down in the chair. Harrison sat in the chair across from him. 

"How much do you know of my home life, Professor?" Harrison asked. Snape sneered. 

"Everyone knows you were a pampered prince growing up, what does this have to do with me?" Harrison frowned. 

-------Referenced Abuse

"Sir, I was raised with my muggle relatives. They didn't like me very much, and they certainly did not appreciate my 'freakishness' as they liked to put it. I thought my name was Boy until I was five where my Aunt Petunia was forced to tell me my name because I was starting primary school. I had no friends, because my cousin, Dudley, would scare them off with threats. My magic healed the bruises, so nobody ever believed me when I told them about my home life. They only believed Petunia and Vernon, and soon I became the neighborhood delinquent. I lived in the cupboard under the stairs until I was 11, when I got my Hogwarts letter. After first year, I was given Dudley's second bedroom, and after an incidence with a house elf, they installed a cat flap to feed me, and bars in my window, which Ronald, Fred and George helped break me out of." Harrison explained, looking down at his hands. When he looked up, he was shocked to see Snape's horrified expression. 

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" Harry," He breathed out. Harrison was stunned. Snape had never called him by his first name. "I was told that you were raised as pampered as a prince. I grew up with your mother, and I know all about Petunia Evans. I went to school with your father, who tormented me relentlessly throughout my school years. When you came in, looking so much like him, I ignored all of the signs, convinced you were trying to get attention. I am so sorry," Snape rambled on. Harrison had never seen the Professor so undone. 

"Professor, I forgave you a while ago. I understand your reasons now, however. Do you think we can start over?" He asked,looking up at the man, who nodded.

"In that case, my name is Harrison Potter-Black, Lord to the Houses of LeFey, Peverell, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Potter, and the Heir to the House of Black." Snape's brows rose. "After my name was put in the goblet, the goblins of Gringotts sent me a letter stating I was available to become a Lord due to my emancipation. I snuck over to Gringotts during the Hogsmeade weekend after the names were pulled and found out about everything Dumbledore, most of the Weasley's, and Hermione has been doing to me." He handed Snape the parchment that carried his Inheritance Test. "I also found out that you were named my godfather, and that Sirius blood adopted me," Here, he dropped the glamour that he had been using while he was in Hogwarts. Snape just sat there, stunned. 

"I'm your godfather," He managed to get out. Harrison nodded.

" You could've gone to me," Snape said, looking at him fully. Harrison nodded again, grimacing.

"Dumbledore didn't want his weapon to become too independent," Harrison said. Snape stood before walking over and kneeling in front of Harrison, grabbing his hands. 

" I made a vow to do whatever it takes to protect you. You will never have to go back to them," Snape promised intensely. Harrison smirked. 

" I know. I still need to fill you in on a few things."

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On the day of the last task, Harrison stood with the rest of the competitors as they prepared to enter the maze. Both him and Marvolo knew that Dumbledore was expecting something to happen today, so they decided to stage the return of Voldemort, and use this time to call the rest of the Inner Circle Death Eaters who were not in Azkaban. 

As the sparks fired, signalling them to go into the maze in order based on points, Harrison raced through. He knew the way to the cup already, but still had to dodge the obstacles that were set in place, as well as solving a riddle given to him by a sphinx, which was unavoidable.

At one point, he ran into Viktor casting crucio on Cedric. He quickly stunned the Bulgarian before firing red sparks into the air to get them both help before heading back on his path. 

Eventually, he grabbed the Triwizard Cup and was portkeyed to a graveyard, where his soulmate was already waiting. He was caught in strong arms before he fell to the ground, and held closely to a warm chest.

"I missed you, my dear," A low voice sounded in his ear, making him shiver.

"You saw me yesterday," He said breathlessly in response. Marvolo chuckled. 

"Everyday I can't have you in my arms is too long," Marvolo replied back, squeezing his arms tighter around him before pulling back and placing an arm around his waist. 

"Wormtail!" Marvolo called out for the rat as he held Harrison close.

"Are you summoning Barty and Sev as well?" Harrison asked. Snape had given him permission to call him by his first name after he revealed his siding with the Dark Lord. The relief in the man's eyes over not having to pick a side was evident. Of course, Harrison shortened it to Sev, which made the man sigh every time he heard it.

"No, they shall stay at the school. They already know about my return. Lucius will be joining us, however," Marvolo told him. Harrison nodded.

Wormtail had raced over, bowing and scraping like always, making the men hold in a sneer.

"Your arm, Wormtail," Marvolo demanded. Wormtail held out his arm, stuttering out apologies. Marvolo just rolled his eyes before pressing his wand into the Dark Mark and summoning his Death Eaters. Wormtail just skittered away like the coward he was after Marvolo pulled back. 

One by one, the Death Eaters arrived at the graveyard, where they were shocked to see their Lord standing so intimately close with the Boy-Who-Lived. Marvolo smirked. 

" My friends, how good it is to see your faces," He began. "I'm aware that some of you may be wondering how I am back, and it is all thanks to my dear soulmate here, and Barty." The Death Eaters couldn't hold in their shock with their crafted pureblood masks then as all of them gaped openly.

"I would like to introduce you to Harrison Potter-Black, the former Boy-Who-Lived, Lord LeFey-Peverell-Gryffindor-Ravenclaw-Potter, Heir Black, and your knew Dark Consort," Marvolo presented. Harrison had to hold in a laugh as all of the Inner Circle just stared at the Dark Lord before bowing hastily. Amusement flowed through both sides of their bond.

The rest of the meeting went on, with Marvolo making plans to announce his return. The Death Eaters eventually left, one by one like they had arrived. Marvolo then pulled Harrison into a deep kiss, holding him against the stone of a grave and pressing their bodies together like a puzzle piece that perfectly fit. Harrison moaned, his arms going around Marvolo's neck as the man devoured him. His very being went to Marvolo as they stood against the gravestone, kissing. 

Eventually, Marvolo pulled back, panting slightly. Harrison just stared up at him with dazed, lust filled eyes.

"What was that for?" Harrison finally managed to get out. Marvolo just smirked before leading him back to the Cup. Harrison kissed him one last time before grabbing the Cup and portkeying back.

When he landed, the crowd went wild. Viktor, Fleur, and Cedric were all there as well, clapping politely, even with bandages all over their bodies. 

After withstanding several minutes of congratulations, and Madam Pomfrey's fretting, Harrison was led back to the castle with Barty, who was still disguised as Moody. When they arrived in the man's office, they just out laughing.

"Well done, kiddo," Barty said, his laughter finally subsiding as his polyjuice wore off. "Now we just need to make it look like I spirited you away to ask about the Dark Lord and we fought, leaving me to run." Harrison nodded.

"I'm still mad that you get to go to V, and I can't," Barty just rolled his eyes, muttering.

"I can't believe you call him that," 

"It's not like I can just blurt out the Dark Lord's name in front of everyone," Harrison said, shrugging. Barty just snorted. They fired off spells at random objects before Barty gave him a hug and fled out the door. Harrison shot some spells at himself to make it look like there had been a fight just as Dumbledore rushed in.

" My boy, what has happened?" The old goat asked. Harrison withheld a sneer, schooling his face into one of panic. 

"I just went with Professor Moody into the castle, and when we went into his office, he kept asking me if anything happened when I was in the maze. I told him that when I touched the Cup, it led me to graveyard where Voldemort.was waiting with Wormtail, and they tied me up before using my blood to resurrect Voldemort," Harrison cried out. Dumbledore stared at him.

"How were you able to get free, my boy?" He asked.

"I managed to grab my wand and use a diffindo to cut the ropes. When Voldemort tried firing spells at me, I used what Professor Moody had taught us during the year, and I managed to get to the Cup to return back," Harrison responded.

" Where is Professor Moody now, Harry?" Dumbledore helped Harrison stand.

" When I told him what I just told you, he kept muttering about him being back and bringing greatness again. Then his whole body changed. When I realized it wasn't Professor Moody, I grabbed my wand to stop him. We fired spells at each other, but he was able to get away," Harrison cried out. He had to give it to himself, he was an extremely good actor.

" My boy, let us get you to the Hospital Wing, you've been through a big ordeal." Dumbledore led him to the wing before leaving him under the care of Madam Pomfrey.

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It was after dinner by the time Harrison was released from the Hospital Wing. He had seen the real Moody be led in and out into a bed in the far corner before the curtains were pulled around the bed to hide him from public view. Before he left the Wing, Madam Pomfrey told him that Dumbledore wanted to see him in his office. 

Harrison walked to the griffin that guarded the Headmaster's office, stating the password (Jelly Belly's, Harrison thought with a sneer) that was given to him by Madam Pomfrey. 

When he opened the door, he was greeted with the faces of several Aurors, Dumbledore, and the Minister, Cornelius Fudge. The Aurora threw an incarcerous at him, tying his limbs together (and not in the fun way) before taking his holly wand. He had left his other one, as well as his Cloak and Marauder's Map, with Marvolo in the case that he was sent to his relatives and they did something with his belongings.

"Mr. Potter, you are here by found guilty of consorting with the Dark Lord Voldemort, and treason against the Magical Government of Britain," Minister Fudge began. 

"Where is your evidence?" Harrison demanded. Marvolo felt his anger and panic, trying to find out what was going on with feelings of question. All Harrison could send back was dread. 

"My boy, I overheard you talking with the man who was posing as Alastor Moody," Dumbledore spoke, a glint in his eyes. Harrison mentally cursed himself for not putting up a silencing ward.

"Do you deny these allegations?" The Minister asked. Harrison just stared at him. 

"Then I will take your silence as guilt. On this day, June 25, 1995, you, Harry James Potter, are hereby sentenced to 20 years in Azkaban for conspiration with the Dark Lord Voldemort and treason against the Ministry of Magic. Your wand will be snapped, and you will be housed with the rest of the inmates on the top floor," Fudge announced. The aurors put his hand in magic suppressing handcuffs, and Harrison felt more panic as the bond between him and Marvolo went dark. 

Dumbledore stood in front of him, holding his holly wand as he snapped it in two. Harrison just snarled at the man as he was led out of the grounds, and apparated to Azkaban. 

Boy-Who Lived In Azkaban?

Harry Potter Charged With Treason and Conspiracy!

Harry Potter sentenced to 20 Years in Azkaban For Crimes Against The Ministry Of Magic

Chapter Text

Half a year. Only half a year since he was put inside this cell, the musty smell of despair with a hint of salt from the crashing waves below permeating the walls.

It felt like longer. 

He only knew the time due to the aurors that came in, mocking each of the prisoners. He wasn't spared. In fact, they mocked him worse for being the Boy-Who-Betrayed. 

The other prisoners had been there for longer, and somehow kept most of their mental facilities. They were Marvolo's top Death Eaters. 

He liked Bellatrix the most. 

Not only was she his aunt, but she had a madness to her that was somehow charming, even if it made her a little crazy. 

His next favorites were Dolph and Bastan, as he was told to call them. The Lestrange brothers were similar to the Weasley twins, both in tuned to the others brain. 

He liked Dolohov, and Rookwood as well. Travers and Mulciber were nice, if not quiet, and he didn't know very much about Yaxley, Avery, and Selwyn, but he knew they were aggressive, and did not at all like him. 

The Lestrange's were hostile at first, being fiercely loyal to their Lord, but once he explained exactly how his year went and how he got put into Azkaban, they backed off. Bellatrix had even taken to calling him "Little Lord". 

The Lestranges, as well as Dolohov and Rookwood had taken to teaching him more about magic, languages, and his own abilities. 

He shared the magical inheritances he received from his inheritance test at Gringotts, and needless to say, they all squealed in excitement. 

Now, he was strong at French, Latin, Bulgarian, Russian (thanks to Dolohov), and oddly, German. He now knew the Hogwarts curriculum past 7th year (in theory only, of course, but he knew once he tried them that they would work), and how to use his creature tongues, mind magics, and mage sight mostly in theory as well. 

He could see the colors of magic surrounding the prison, but couldn't do anything to mess with them, and he could shield his mind minisculely from the dementors.

They had also asked if he could still feel Marvolo in their bond and know if he was coming, but he could only shake his head no. 

The thick, oppressive walls of the prison nullified any magic you had, including mental bonds, and thus making it impossible for him to know what was happening outside of the prison. 

He knew it was January because aurors had come around laughing about their Christmas parties and New Years celebrations. 

He knew it was around the middle of the month, but they refused to let slip what day. Just sneering at him when he asked. He finally just stopped asking, and resigned to letting another month slip by. 

Apparently, Lady Frigg had a laugh about that. 

Right as Harrison sat back down again after the aurors laughed at his question of what day it was again, an explosion rocked the prison. Each cell door rattled fiercely, and the prisoners who were standing got knocked to the floor. 

Bellatrix stood quickly, her face pressed against the bars, trying to see what was happening. Rookwood, who was closest to the door where the aurors came in, did the same, but couldn't see anything. 

Another explosion rocked the prison, and Harrison felt the faintest tingling in the back of his mind, as if a presence was joining him after being separated for so long. The implications hit him and he gasped, standing up quickly. A deranged grin overtook his face and he was practically vibrating on the spot with anticipation. 

Bella, seeing his reaction, cackled, knowing exactly who it was now that Harrison had reacted the way he did. The rest of them, hearing her triumphant laugh cheered, as they now knew their Lord had come. 

A thick, cloying strand of dark magic flowed through the door and to the other end of the prison, where the Lestranges were located. It quickly unlocked every cell door without hesitation as Marvolo, dressed in dark robes that hugged his figure, strode through the door. 

Harrison breathed in, the feel of his soulmate's magic again his skin after so many months apart was enough to make him dizzy. Marvolo, bypassing his Death Eaters,  walked to him intensely, his footsteps thudding against the ground. He paused long enough to tell the Death Eaters where to go before resuming his path towards Harrison. 

Harrison had barely opened the door when it was ripped off its hinges, and there, in all his glory, was his gorgeous soulmate. They looked at each other for a moment, basking in the feel of being so close after so long before Marvolo reached a hand out for him. 

Harrison could see how tightly he was holding in his emotions, how desperate Marvolo was to grab him and never let him go, but he remained calm and collected. A hand snaked around Harrison's waist, pulling him closer. 

"My beautiful soulmate," Marvolo murmured, his voice strained. Harrison smiled at him brightly, trying to squirm away. 

"My love, as great as it is to see you, I don't exactly look or smell the best," He joked. The arm around him just tightened as Marvolo kept him from moving away. 

"And which part of my face tells you I care about that right now?" Marvolo responded, narrowing his eyes. Harrison just laughed. 

They walked out of the cell together, Harrison pressed against Marvolo's side as they strode to where the Death Eaters were gathered. Marvolo nodded to them, and one by one, they apparated to Slytherin Castle, where Harrison assumed Marvolo had set up headquarters in order to get away from his past at Riddle Manor. 

They arrived in the entrance hall, and Marvolo let him go briefly to direct the former prisoners to the healing quarters and their rooms. He then took Harrison to his own rooms in the castle, apparating them there quickly. 

The rooms were made of dark furniture, the wood almost black in its color. The accents were all silver, holding that elegance of a pureblood and the fabrics of the room were a dark green. Harrison expected nothing less from the Slytherin.

As soon as Harrison and Marvolo were inside the rooms, Marvolo grabbed Harrison by the waist again and pulled him close, claiming his lips.

The kiss was electric, their bond finally snapping back in place fully. Marvolo kissed him as if he were the very air he breathed, his possessiveness shining through as the minutes passed by. They only pulled away when they both needed air and Harrison's lips were swollen as he smiled. 

Marvolo returned the smile before pulling him into an embrace, one hand behind his head. Harrison just snaked his arms around Marvolo and together, they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms. Eventually, Marvolo pulled away.

"I missed you, my soul" Marvolo said, his voice thick with emotions that he would only ever let Harrison see. Harrison just smiled in understanding.

"I missed you too, my love" He said, reaching a hand up to Marvolo's cheek. Marvolo just leaned into the touch.

"They didnt hurt you, did they?" Marvolo asked, his voice laced with a dark promise. Harrison shook his head.

"It was only the sneers and scoffs that one normally gets when they are committed of treason," He replied softly. Marvolo nodded, stepping away and wrinkling his nose.

"You need to clean up," He said, his voice betraying his amusement. Harrison laughed, turning to the bathroom that was attached to the room.

"I told you so!" He called out behind him before closing the door.

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Hi guys! So sorry for the super late announcement!

Just letting everyone know there won't be a chapter this week!

I low-key forgot to write it and I'm focusing on Comicon right now so yeahhhh

Also someone gave me access to c.ai 😐
I need help

I'll get a chapter out as soon as possible!

Love and sorrows,

~Lilium