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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Tom_Riddle, Harry_Potter/Voldemort
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Bellatrix_Black_Lestrange, Rodolphus_Lestrange, Tom_Riddle
      |_Voldemort, Draco_Malfoy, Pansy_Parkinson, Luna_Lovegood, Death_Eater
      (s), Hogwarts_Students, Hogwarts_Staff
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, Harry_Potter_was_Raised_by_Other(s), Baby_Harry,
      Childhood, Fluff, Eventual_Smut, Harry_is_a_Little_Shit, Harry_is_a
      Tease, Dark_Harry, Sane_Bellatrix_Black_Lestrange, Sane_Tom_Riddle, Sane
      Voldemort, Bottom_Harry, Possessive_Tom_Riddle, Murder, Torture,
      Slytherin_Harry_Potter, Seer_Luna_Lovegood, Wet_Dream
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-16 Chapters: 1/? Words: 3133
****** The Strange Happenings of Harry Lestrange ******
by StardustGay
Summary
     Bellatrix's greatest wish is a child, and Voldemort gifts her Harry
     Potter to raise. Raised loved and happy, Harry is intelligent,
     snarky, powerful, and dark. Harry Lestrange is raised by a slew of
     Death Eaters, loving parents, and the Dark Lord. Dealing with
     Hogwarts, mismatched friends, appearing normal, and constant danger,
     Harry must also face his growing attraction to Voldemort, who lets
     him call him Tom.
     (Temporary Summary, as it isn't very good.)
Notes
     Many will believe many of the Characters are OOC, but I believe that
     before over a decade of Azkaban, they were probably saner. Voldemort
     is OOC, only because he stops at three horocruxes in this story. Any
     other complaints or questions, feel free to leave a comment so we can
     discuss.
See the end of the work for more notes
It was dark and cold, only flickering candlelight illuminating the large stone
room. Silence was heavy throughout the room, only broken by the shaking breaths
of a woman, kneeling on the floor in front of a throne. She was dressed in dark
robes, on her hands and knees on the cold stone floor. She was bent so far over
her forehead was on the ground, though her face was covered by wild black curls
that flew around with no regards to gravity. The woman trembled, pale hands
clenched into fists and body wracked with heavy breathing.
"Please..My Lord. All I ask is the child. I beg of you!" She pleaded,
desperation cracking her voice even as she attempted to remain polite. Her Lord
stared impassively down at her, regal and monsterous in his throne. Inhuman red
eyes watched her form, serpentine face rested on a fist of long, spindly
fingers.
"Why should I trust you with a child, prophesied to bring my end? Does your
Lord mean so little to you you would beg him to not only spare the child ment
to kill him, but raise it under his roof?" The man spoke, cold voice hissing at
her. The woman looked up, revealing a beautiful face full of worship and agony.
"My Lord, my greatest wish is a child. A piece of me is missing and it aches.
The boy will not be a threat, raised with our beliefs and to worship you as I
do. It says only that he had the power to do so, suggesting his path is not
chosen. Imagine, My Lord, that power on our side?" She inisted, still trembling
with desire. There was silence, lighting her nerves with fear as she prepared
to be denied and punished.
"So be it. You have been my most loyal follower for years, and you deserve a
reward. I will bring the boy to you to raise, on the condition that if he
becomes a threat to me he will be killed. Do not disappoint me."
She sobbed with relief, crawling forward to once again press her forehead to
the ground. Her merciful, kind Lord! "Thank you thank you thank you, My Lord!"
The demon of a man leaned forward, still emotionless and cold. His fingers
tapped a rhythm into the arm of the throne. "You realize that you will be
excused from raids and danger until the child is old enough to care for itself?
I will not raise the child should harm befall you."
"Of course my Lord, anything you wish. I am forever indebted to you!" She
cried.
"Go inform your husband and begin preparations, your son will be here within a
week." Her Lord dismissed, and the woman scurried to her feet and out of the
room, beaming. Bellatrix Lestrange hurried down the halls and started making
plans for her new baby. She finally had a child!
 
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Her Lord came to her on Samhain reeking of smoke and holding a crying bundle,
looking severely displeased. He shoved her baby into her arms and stalked off,
hissing about insolent children and lungs. Bella barely noticed, staring awed
down at the beautiful baby. He had quieted when she held him, gazing up at her
with intelligent eyes as green as a jewel, chubby, light brown skin ruddy with
pink and petal lips open, revealing a single white tooth. He had a whisp of
hair as black as a chalkboard, and his tiny hands reached up and clasped one of
her wayward curls. She cooed, gazing lovingly down at her darling. Her Harry.
She brought him to her husband, Rodolphus, alight with joy. The man paused in
his paperwork, looking up at his wife with curiosity. He was a tall, thin man
with a mess of wavy dark brown hair and intense brown eyes, his thin face ended
in a dark goatee.
"Is this the child?" He asked, not cruelly but lacking Bella's excitement.
"Our child!" Bella insisted, beforing adding in a sweeter voice, "Our Harry."
She gazed down at the baby in delight, and her husband stood, walking over to
the two.
"You're keeping his name?" He asked, brushing the blanket away from his son's
face.
"Only his first. I know we agreed on Adrian Cygnus if it was a boy, but he
looks like a Harry doesn't he?" She asked, gazing up at her husband. Harry
giggled in her arms, a chubby hand reaching up in attempts to touch Rodolphus.
He smiled, only a slight thing but genuine all the same.
"He does. Harry Adrian Lestrange." He brushed a finger across Harry's soft
cheek, the baby immedietly grabbing onto it. "We'll have to blood adopt him, I
can tell he'll have the Potter features and we don't want anyone to try and
take him."
Bella hissed, face contorting in anger and clutching Harry closer at the
thought. Rodolphus ran a hand soothingly up and down her arm, silently relaxing
her grip.
"I won't let that happen. But don't you want him to look like us?"
She nodded, absentmindedly rocking her baby. "I'll contact Boneaxe, and we'll
do the ritual tomorrow. But for now it's late, would you like to help put Harry
to bed?"
He shook his head. "I've too much work to do, I'll help tomorrow though."
"Don't be too late to bed." She chastised him, already heading out of the
office.
Though this was technically a Lestrange estate, husband and wife had been
pleased to gift it to their Lord, who mercifully allowed them to stay there.
Rodolphus's office was in the one floor only for them, only a walk away from
their bedroom and Harry's new room.
It was painted a deep purple, almost black when only illuminated by the
moonlight from the large windows. When she walked in the charmed ceiling
activated, twinkling stars and glowing planet lights travelling slowely across
it. Harry's crib sat in the center, a gothic Victorian style made of dark wood
and stuffed with the softest white bed and a soft green blanket. The floor was
a dark wood, and the room was filled with stuffed animals and blocks and every
toy imaginable. A large bookcase was stuffed to the brim, and a black metal
rocking chair sat next to the crib.
Bella sat Harry down on a charmed mat, taking the blanket from him and setting
it aside. Her boy was dressed in red pajamas with a witch hat on it, and she
wrinkles her nose. She summoned new pajamas from the wardrobe, changing the
obnoxious clothes for a navy blue onsie, snapping the buttons with a pleased
look on her face. She then picks him back up and sat down in the rocking chair,
Harry watching her with curious eyes as she began to sing.
 
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"Madame Lestrange, this really isn't necessary. Goblins care little about
wizard affairs, your son is safe." A disgruntled Boneaxe promised, more
exasperated than anything as he hung upside down with a wand in his face. He
was long used to Madame Lestrange, as he also handled the Black accounts. Years
and Years of dealing with Black's made Boneaxe sure that the Black Madness was
more than just a myth.
Bella relaxed, gently putting him down. Rodolphus stood behind her watching
with faint amusement, holding Harry who was chewing on a stuffed Nandu and
watching the proceedings with tired eyes.
"This isn't going to hurt my darling is it?" Bella asked, sounding worried.
Boneaxe shook his head.
"No more than the usual discomfort Madame. Some pain is unavoidable though, as
his DNA and magical core rearange and expand."
Bella looked ready to argue when her husband cut in. "A little pain builds
character, my love. Let's hurry this up, Harry is going to get hungry soon."
The baby was placed in the center of a casting circle, much to his displeasure.
Bellatrix looked ready to scoop him up, but was held back. The candles lit
around Harry, drawing a gasp from the boy as he stared wide eyed. The candles
were spelled so he couldn't touch them, thankfully.
Bella and Rodolphus sliced open their forearms, each pouring blood into a stone
bowl. Boneaxe took them and started chanting in goblin, circling around Harry.
He poured Bella's bowl of blood over the baby's head, staining his skin and the
white ritual clothes a deep red.
"Blood of the mother, accept your son and he will accept you." The goblin toned
lowely, ignoring the way Harry's blood stained face scrunched up as if to start
to wail. He circled again, this time pouring Rodolphus's blood, Harry nearly
fully coated red now and hiccuping with tears.
"Blood of the father, accept your son and he will accept you." Boneaxe said,
before reaching inside the circle and grabbing Harry's arm. He gently sliced
both hands, though the child squirmed and cried.
"Blood of the child, spilt to welcome the new and fade the old. Accept your new
parents and accept your new life."
Boneaxe hurried back and pointedly distanced from Bella as the baby began to
scream, the blood poured on him being sucked into the cuts on his hand like a
reverse fountain. Harry writhed in pain, screams of agony and terror echoing in
the room. It only lasted a minute, before the baby went still and quiet.
Bella rushed forward, picking up her son and cooing at him. Motherly anger
pumped through her, but was weakened by seeing the slight changes. Harry's hair
was darker now, and soft and curly instead of coarse and straight. His skin was
pale as porcelain instead of brown, and he was slighter, delicate. But when his
eyes, shiny with twars, opened to look at his mother, Bella was pleased to find
them still green. Now even more vibrant, they reminded her of the killing curse
flashing through the night.
"Is he all right?" Rodolphus asked, wrapping his arms around the both of them.
Bella just nodded, overcome with happiness and tears. Her husband missed her
softly on the cheek, whispering, "He's beautiful."
They stood there for a few minutes, until he had to leave to start settling the
paperwork for Harry. She left the room without a word, skirts billowing behind
her and focus completely on her beloved. She decided, on the way to his room,
that while Harry Potter was born in July, Harry Lestrange was born on October
31st. A truely magical night indeed.
"Is a party really necessary?" Rodolphus asked that night, laughing at his
wife's determined face. They were laying on bed, ready for the night, Rodolphus
flipping through a worn book while Bellatrix furiously wrote letters.
"Our son will only have the best! We have plenty of money, and we have to
introduce him to our friends and colleagues soon!" She said firmly, not even
looking up. Her hair was barely contained in a bun, her sleeping robes slipping
down her slender shoulder. Rodolphus looked at her lovingly, soul at rest for
the first time since they decided to have a family years ago.
"Would you like some help?" He asked. She beamed at him.
"Would you order the cake and decorations? As well as inform our Lord?" She
asked, and seeing his displeasure quickly distracted him with a kiss.
 
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The party was held in their private lounge room, only family and friends
loitering around. A stack of presents sat in one corner, a giant cake in
another. Guests were avoiding the cake, as the candles looked like bombs and
none of them would put it past the Lestrange's.
Harry sat on a play mat near the couches, dressed in expensive slacks and a
buttoned up shirt, little feet covered in shoes and tapping against the mat as
he played with his magic blocks that shifted color when he tapped them, and
would say the letter when the charm was switched on. He was delighted, waving
at everyone who greeted him.
"Sister. May I give my congratulations on becoming a mother. I'm so happy for
you." Narcissa greeted Bellatrix, holding baby Draco in one arm and reaching
out to place the other on her sister's shoulder. Bella was positively glowing,
and nearly threw herself at her sister who laughed and attempted to keep her
son from being squished. Draco, already spoiled, did not like this one little
bit and made his displeasure clear. Bella separated from her sister and cooed,
leaning down to pinch Draco's cheeks, who squished his face and batted at her
hand with his tiny fists.
"If you'd like you can put him with Harry. I'm sure my baby would love to meet
his cousin." Bella suggested, looking eager. Narcissa smiled and agreed,
walking gracefully over to the mat and lowering Draco down on it. She patted
his head, before straightening.
Harry looked overjoyed to have a friend, and made a squealing noise that drew
Draco's attention. Draco, also dressed in fine clothing with a faint tuff of
nearly white hair in his head, scrutinized Harry for a solid minute before
deciding him acceptable. Draco clumsily got to his feet and waddled over to
Harry, plopping down next to the boy. Harry made a delighted noise and patted
Draco's knee, before offering him a blue 'X' block. Draco graciously accepted.
"Excuse me, but I was wondering if I could put my Pansy in as well?" A short,
pug faced woman asked. She seemed annoying, but Bella was in far too good a
mood and allowed it.
Pansy was one as well, with dark hair and her mothers unfortunate nose. She was
wearing a soft pink dress riddled with lace, and refused to approach the boys
until Harry offered her his stuffed unicorn.
The party was a hit, and Harry helped open dozens of toys and clothes and
books. He enjoyed his cake thoroughly, Bella got a picture, and made fast
friends with his cousin and Pansy. By the time most of the guests were leaving,
Harry was sleepily resting his head against her collarbone, chewing on his
fingers. Most of the guests had left, when Bella heard a nasty man speak.
"Its surprising we haven't met your..son..before tonight. Surely you would have
made his birth announcements? Or stopped going on raids while pregnant?" The
tall, snobby man paused, looking down his nose at her. "You were pregnant,
weren't you?"
The next thing he knew a wand was stabbing into the side of his neck, her face
very close to his and noticably seething. "I don't like what you're implying.
Harry is 100% Lestrange, and I'm going to show you what Lestrange's are capable
of you bastard!" She hissed, spit hitting his face. Then he was in the floor,
twitching and shouting in agony. Bella cackled as she watched, keeping her wand
firmly on the greasy, self-important person.
Harry, still in her arms, watched curiously as the man shrieked and seized on
the ground, crying and scratching at the ground. He just watched, fingers in
his mouth, until his mother was done.
 
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Voldemort stared at the child, sitting innocently on his desk and glaring
furiously at him. His eye twitched, as he again reached foreward to pick the
child up only for it to start its unholy shrieking. He let out a frustrated
breath, slamming his hands back down on the desk away from the child. It didn't
even flinch, just continued glaring with all the rage in its tiny body. Taking
a deep breath he again reached forward, with the same result. He hollared,
spinning on heel with a dramatic flourish of his robes and starting to pace. It
was late, a week after the party, and Voldemort had been attempting to touch
the child every day since then. The child hated him, making as much noise as
the night he had brought him home.
"Perhaps it's another bad day for him, My Lord." Bella said sheepishly from
where she was standing. Her head was bowed in respect, hands clasped and
fidgeting nervously.
"There is no way he's had seven bad days in a row." Voldemort said coldly,
scowling.
Bella took a deep breath, and nervously said, "My Lord, if I might offer a
possibility?"
He waved her on, still pacing quickly while the child followed him with dark
eyes.
"Well…perhaps it's your, uh, appearence." She suggested, "While it is good for
intimidation and fear, children, well, they just don't like it."
She fearfully watched as her Lord paused and stared at her with a dark
expression for a moment, before storming out of the room. She grabbed Harry
with shaking arms and scolded him. "You're a trouble baby, you are. What will
Mother do with you?"
Harry just giggled and blew a spit bubble.
The next day, while Bella and Harry sat in Harry's room, her Lord stormed in
and snatched Harry up. Gone, was his hellish, snake-like appearance. It was
replaced with a devilishly handsome man, with sharp, chiseled features and a
head full of thick black hair that waved around his ears. Her Lord still wore
his dark, tattered robes and was just as tall, but while he was still pale he
was flushed with color in his cheeks and shapely lips, intense red eyes more
human.
Bella gaped from where she was knitting, the rocking chair ceasing it's
movement. There was a moment of stillness between the Dark Lord and her son,
before Harry's face split into a grin and he screetched happilly, small hands
patting at her Lord's chest. Voldemort smiled smugly, looking pleased with
himself as he gently bounced Harry on his hip.
"That's a good boy." He said, voice no longer a raspy, high pitched hiss. It
was low and deep, a rich rumble that admittedly brought a blush to Bella's
cheeks even in her shocked state. Her Lord produced a large stuffed snake from
his robe, holding it out to Harry who quickly smushed it to his chest.
"This is a basilisk Harry, the most beautiful snake in the world. Her name is
Tanith, and I hope you enjoy your present." Voldemort explained patiently,
still looking far too pleased with himself for winning over a baby. Harry
looked at him in awe, and cried, "Volmort!"
Bella gasped, shock cut short as joy bloomed inside of her. She was at their
side's in a flash, cooing.
"That was his first word!"
Voldemort looked down at the baby in surprise, frozen as the baby joyfully
repeats his butchered name. Something warm curls within him, just as
unexplainable as his overwhelming need to have the child like him, no matter
the cost.
He cleared his throat and passed the child to his mother, bidding a hasty
farewell and gliding out of the bedroom. Harry continued crushing the gift in
his arms.
End Notes
     Only one more chapter of Child Harry, before we start Hogwarts.
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