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A Day When Nobody Dies	By : Kalinx Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Voldemort Views: 17197 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-I Forgot to Die
- 2-Never Be the Same
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Author Diddy: waves Hiya ya�ll, Kali here, back with a new fic of doom since Switchblade and I are currently having some marital issues. Don�t worry though, once we establish who wears the pants in this relationship it�ll be back up and running, I promise. Meanwhile, rather than totally seem like I�ve vanished into the nether realms of fic writers I decided to post the latest ramblings of my mind. Let me know what you think. Yup, I've decided to post this one at the same time as the newly rewritten Switchblade, so enjoy!
Disclaimer: One day I too shall own a multimillion-dollar story arc that the whole world will love and hate, until then I don�t own this one, but I can dream can�t I? Also, my apologies to any authors who I draw shamelessly and mindlessly from. I love you all!
Info that may be useful: This takes place in the somewhat nebulous realm of the summer between OotP and HBP. Why not after HBP you ask? I don�t feel like dealing with some of the events revealed in that book, though parts of it will be wormed into this story. I make no attempts to follow current arc beyond OotP though.
Oh, and there will be slash here, yadda yadda.
A Day When Nobody Dies
Chapter One - I Forgot to Die
Well fuck; in retrospect maybe storming out of the Dursley�s house with nothing more than the clothes on my back, invisibility cloak in pocket, wand up sleeve, and Gringotts key in another pocket had been a bad idea. Must be all that Gryffindor stupidity Malfoy keeps claiming I have. Dumbledore�ll have a fit when he discovers I�m missing. Wonder how long it�ll take him to find me? Do I even want to be found? He is the one on whose authority I�m sent back to the Dursley�s every summer. Bloody muggles, treating me like an under privileged house-elf.
Kick my scruffy shoe at a curious stray mutt I hiss at it when it growls. Yipping it turns tail and runs with the prompting of a second toe to the ribs. Simple matter to hunch my shoulders and ignore the condescending stares of the present muggles. What do they know after all? How can they judge me by my appearance and current actions? Bet I look like a stray myself in Dudley�s oversized hand me downs and two day�s worth of grime, mottle colored bruises and scabs scattered over my bared skin. What would Sirius say if he could see me now?
Strangled laugh springing free I clap my hands over my mouth, trying to hold the dead sound inside. Knowing my luck the bloody muggles would think I was insane and call the cops on me. Just what I needed on a day like today, a game of hide and seek with the London police forces. Squinting into the dying sunlight I shrug to myself might as well look for someplace to pass the night. Like a dark alley or something.
Dust flowering up as I slide down a building�s wall I hug my knees to my chest. Did I really deserve this? I mean come on; I already had a crazy dark lord after my skin with all of his rather dimwitted minions chanting death every time I saw one. Then there are my abusive, narrow-minded muggle relatives. Not to mention the close-mouthed Order and that damned twinkle eyed Headmaster. Now on top of that I get to sleep in an alley because I was stupid enough to run away from said muggle relatives because I�d had enough of their shit.
Skull thunking against the wall behind me I growl, �I�m sorry I forgot to die sixteen years ago Fate, now can we please move on?�
�A mistake easily fixed Potter,� a smooth voice says from above me.
Eyes flying open I stare slack jawed at the figure of Lucius Malfoy backlit in the dying sunlight. Regaining my equilibrium I flash him my middle finger, �Sod off Malfoy, I�m in no mood to deal with you right now.�
�Language Potter, you should never speak to your elders in such a manner.�
�Oh for fuck�s sake Malfoy, my muggle relatives were a bit busy coddling their whale of a son to teach me my proper manners when I was growing up. Though you�d be happy to know that my first words were �yes sir� not �Dada�, which I�m sure ferret-face�s were. That or �die mudblood�. Am I right? Come one, which did that slimy prat say first?� Frown at him from my position on the concrete, �Also, how long have you been out of Azkaban? Didn�t know kissing old snake face�s ass had such a quick turnaround time.�
Silent huff of his shoulders he snips, �A week Potter, I�ve been out for a week. And Draco�s first words were �Da lu�erbee� if you must know.�
�Lu�erbee?�
�Cissa and I conjured butterflies to entertain him when he began to notice movement. She called them flutterbees and lu�erbee was as close as he could get at that age.�
Shoulders shaking I burst into a fit of giggles at the quirk of his brow. Tears streaming through the dirt on my cheeks I crumble to my side. Amusement taking on a note of hysteria I clutch at my ribs. Oh gods, Malfoys conjuring butterflies for their only son. Did they have fangs and spout pureblood ideals?
�Lucius, what have you done to that muggle?� Giggles abandoning all pretenses of being amused at the familiar serpentine voice I twist my face closer to the concrete. Butterflies and Voldemort.
�Not a muggle my Lord, and I do believe he has snapped.�
Rolling back onto my back I cover my mouth with grit-covered palms. Manage to crack an eye to peer up at the two figures the giggles stopping dead with a hiccup at the sight of the second man. Designer sunglasses mask his crimson gaze neatly, his black mane brushing the shoulders of a finely tailored muggle suit. Was that my heart thudding against my ribs? My cheeks heating from his confused stare?
Sides weak from the fit I stumble to me feet and duck my head briefly. �That�s my cue, gotta run.� Sneakers pounding against the concrete I dart away from his startled visage, Malfoy�s �wait� ringing out behind me. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Breath rasping in my lungs I turn down an alley. Please Fate just let me get far enough away from them. From him and the sight of his human - humanness. Burst out of the alley and hang a sharp right. Got to get as far away from them as possible. Pointy faced figure of Aunt Petunia looming out of the crowd with a shriek and outstretched finger in my direction.
�Fuck!�
About face on my abused sneaker�s heel and head away from the sound of Vernon�s angry rumble. Shit, shit, shit. Dursleys in one direction, my arch nemesis and one of his minions in another, only one way left to turn. Please let it be free of people I want to avoid. Nearing the alley I cut through I hiss as designer sunglasses and blond hair exit just ahead of me. Fuck you Fate. Chance a look behind me, Petunia closer to me than the whales. Flick my eyes back at the two before me. One way left. Oh God Fate please don�t kill me. Another twist and I cross my fingers as my left foot flies free of the concrete and onto the asphalt of the road.
Eyes wide I dodge the first of the oncoming traffic. Horns blaring at me I whisper a panicked prayer under my breath as I reach the median without injury. Sides heaving I look behind me as the horns blare and tires screech. He was a lane away, Lucius beside him, eyes blazing with his wand held in his hand. Dammit. Leaping blindly in the other direction I scream as a horn blares in my ear, car just missing me. Feet going out from under me I tumble backwards, the squealing of tires and horn shrieking warning me of an oncoming car. I don�t want to die! Not here, not now!
Heart thudding I feel as though my skin has been lit on fire. Palms striking the asphalt I stare wide-eyed at the bumper of the rapidly nearing car. �No!� Bumper halting over my feet I gape at the muggles above me, their car now perpendicular with the road. Oh glory, what have I done now? Goggle eyed in their seats, belts tight against their chests, the muggles begin to talk rapidly. Fingers waving at me then back at the air around them I close my eyes and flop backwards.
Prod of a shoed toe against my sore side, �Are you done trying to do my job for me Mr. Potter?�
Whimper of a laugh as I open my eyes meeting amused crimson eyes above me. �Oh shut up and help me up before the muggles have the sense to call the police.�
Wand disappearing into his suit he holds a gloved hand down to me. Seize it with no few second thoughts and allow him to help me regain my footing. �I should just kill you Potter.�
�Shoot then, I won�t stop you.�
�With only an audience of muggles? Who do you think I am?�
Snort and release his hand to brush off my pants, �A crazy megalomaniac who wants me dead, but who enjoys an appreciative audience?�
�Correct.� Stifled snicker from Lucius halting his line of thought he glares at me. �I am not a megalomaniac Potter.�
�Could�ve fooled me.� Reaching the opposite side of the road I turn to face the rage purple face of Vernon through the halted traffic. Wiggle my fingers at him with a wide grin on my face. Lardy fist in the air Vernon bellows something that doesn�t quite make it across the six lanes. Blow him a kiss and hiss, �Kiss my ass you son of a bitch, you can�t have me anymore.�
�Potter?�
Make a few more choice faces at my muggle relatives through the slowly picking up traffic. �My muggle relatives.� Arched pair of brows from the two. �They like to treat me like a house-elf.� Swift pop of my neck, �Thanks for the hand up but I�ve really got to be going before they discover where the nearest crosswalk is, if I don�t want to go back to them for the rest of the summer. Plus Dumbledore and the Ministry is probably hot on my tail for whatever it was I did back there.�
Gloved hand on my elbow he mutters, �Let me guess, you don�t have a room anywhere do you?�
Shrug free of his grip with a lopsided grin. �Since you already know the answer to that question I�ll just keep quiet.�
Another hand on my elbow propelling me forward as he tuts, �Bloody Gryffindors do they teach you no self preservation these days?�
�Only good for blind courage, you should know that as well as me.�
�Blind courage drove you to jump into oncoming traffic? I think we need to have a long chat about your choices Mr. Potter.�
�Like you care Marvolo.�
Sharp poke of a finger in my spine I growl. �Nonsense Mr. Potter, if you go and kill yourself what ever am I going to spend all of my time plotting for?�
�I don�t know? How about how to increase the sense of your minions?� Tightening of the fingers on my elbow. �Geez Lucius, calm down before you break my elbow.�
Halting next to a shiny limo I make a face at the tinted glass. �Get in the car Potter, I�m sure Draco would love to have you as a companion for the summer.�
Tug open the door and slide into the waiting embrace of expensive leather I mutter, �Get in the car Potter, make Diddy breakfast Potter, fight the dragon Potter, save the world Potter. Do you know how tired I get of being ordered around Marvolo?�
Feigned injury from him as he slithers into the limo. Gods he was almost too good to be - right, stopping that thought right there. �Must you call me that?�
�Would you prefer I simper around your shadow and call you master?� Cheeks burning I scoot as far away from him as possible. �On second thought, I�m just going to stick with Marvolo. Could call you Tom?�
Sticking his tongue out he makes a face of disgust, �Marvolo will suffice.�
�Good.� Gaze out at the passing cityscape I pat my pockets to make sure I didn�t lose my wand, key, or cloak during the flight earlier. Finding each where I remember them being I slump tiredly. Slip my glasses off of my nose, scrubbing at them with the hem of my shirt I glance in their end of the limo. �Dare I ask why you haven�t killed me yet?�
�You surprised us.�
�Surprised?�
Soft chuckle from the blond, �Mm, first finding you looking like something abandoned on the side of the road, then your quick responses to me rather than your frightened huddle. You�ve changed since I last saw you in the Department of Mysteries, it intrigued me.�
Plop my glasses back over my eyes and grimace at the reminder of the last time I had seen the blond man. �Ha ha, very funny, let�s all make poor widdle Potter feel like he�s worth something. Nice shot Malfoy but I�ve heard better from Crabbe or Goyle.�
�I do believe he was being quiet serious Mr. Potter,� his voice says close to my ear.
Yelping I scrabble away from his amused smirk, cheeks a dangerous red. Heel jerking out at his suit-covered knee as he attempts to scoot closer I hiss angrily. Gloved hands evading my fists he clamps down on my upper arms. Chest heaving I twist against his grip nightmarish memories flaring in my mind. �You get nothing but what you deserve boy.� Confusion in his red gaze Marvolo�s smirk slips. �Scream all you want freak, no one cares.� Squeezing my eyes shut against the sight of him I allow my screams from those days free of their cages.
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Ignore my need to stare like a loon at the expansive structure Malfoy calls home I refuse to acknowledge either of the men to my sides. Finely chosen gravel crunches beneath my sole�s as we head for the daunting double door entrance. Crossing my arms over my chest I shiver. At the first sound of my screams Marvolo had jerked back as though burned, smirk replaced with misplaced concern. After a few unsuccessful attempts to get answers from me he and Malfoy had fallen silent for the remainder of the trip. Not that I had minded the silence. It let me fit myself back together before facing off against the ferret. Door opening I snort, speak of the devil there�s the ferret now.
Smile of welcome on his face darkening immediately he snarls, �Why are you here Potter?�
�Surprise Malfoy, since I�m sure your summer was going too perfectly I decided to convince both your father and my arch nemesis to take me in just to fuck with you.�
Hand coming down on my shoulder Marvolo hisses, �Do not try my patience Potter.�
Jerk away from him with a growl I plant my fists on my hips. �Do not try my patience Marvolo,� I mock. Dodge his intended smack with practiced ease I hold my ground, meeting his fierce red gaze with my own anger. �Sod off Marvolo, I don�t need your �charity�. I don�t know why I even came with you in the first place. All I want is to be left alone, but no, you find me wherever I go don�t you? Better then Dumbles at finding me aren�t you? At least you�ve got that on your side you fucking megalomaniac!� Fingers grasping out for me I snap my teeth at them, whirling away from his reach with a hiss.
Wand point leveled at me I throw my head back and laugh. Quick jerk and he closes his hand over my shoulder. Laugh dying I swing at him. �Don�t touch me! Don�t you ever fucking touch me!�
Snape looming over the ferret�s shoulder he shouts, �Watch your language boy!�
�Don�t you dare raise your voice at me boy! I took you in when no one would. Gave you a roof over your head, fed you from my table, clothed you as though you were my son, and this is the respect you give me?� Crumbling to my knees on the gravel I tremble. �You deserve this boy. Earned every bit of it with that lip.�
Palms over my eyes I whimper, �I�m sorry.�
�Mr. Potter?�
�I can�t hear you.�
�I�m sorry sir, I�ll never do it again.�
�What are you sorry about?�
�I�m sorry I raised my voice. Sorry I talked back to you. I�ll do better tomorrow I promise.�
�Not good enough, you�ve had enough chances.�
�Please, just one more chance, I�m begging you. Give me one more chance. I know I can do everything you ask of me if you give me just one more chance. I�ll even do Dudley�s homework for him.�
�Are you implying that you�re smarter then my son freak?�
�No! I just want to make his life easier, give him more time to do what he wants rather than waste his time on homework.�
�You just raised your voice towards me again boy.�
�I�m sorry, oh gods am I sorry.� Tears are beginning to leak between my fingers. �Oh gods, I�m sorry I�m so worthless to you. I�m sorry I can never do anything right. That I�m not normal like your son.�
�Keep talking boy.�
�I�m sorry I didn�t finish the yard yesterday. Sorry that Dudley didn�t like the food I made. That my parents went and left you with me. Sorry that my freaky �friends� threatened you at the station. Sorry I even dare call them my friends.� Wince with each remembered blow. �I�m so sorry I didn�t die, you don�t know how sorry I am that I didn�t die and save you the trouble of raising my worthless self.�
Gentle, delicate fingers brush over the back of my neck tentatively. Shudder from the unwanted contact, peering through the gloss on my eyes over my shoulder. Mildly familiar female face framed with wisps of blond hair. Mother of the ferret, looking at me with soft eyes. Eyes like Siri�s. �Do you want to come inside little one? Maybe clean up, take a shower, put on a fresh pair of clothes?�
Twist into her offered embrace I sob. Cool lips press a kiss to my throat she whispers, �Come on then, let�s get you out of these filthy clothes and into a nice, hot shower. At least you can finally wash away some of hurt.� Wide eyes dart up to meet understanding, caring blue eyes. �I�m sure I can find something for you to wear until we get you some of your own clothing.� Nod hesitantly, standing as close to her warmth as possible when we shift to our feet. Duck my chin at the sight of four worried males. �Don�t you concern yourself with the boys, I�ll talk to them after we get you in that shower. How about that little one?�
Another slight nod from me as she leads me into Malfoy Manor.
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�Mum -�
Frown set my mother turns to level me with a glare normally directed at my father. �Draco Lucian Malfoy, if you dare finish that question you will find yourself in serious trouble.� Jaw dropping I stare at her in shock. She�s never spoken to me in this manner. �I don�t care what your history with Mr. Potter is I want you to drop it. From what our Lord has told me he seems to have been through enough without your additions, or had you forgotten the reaction he had to Severus� command?�
�But he�s Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived? The one slated to be the downfall of our Lord,� I mutter.
Hiss from the Dark Lord turning our heads I blink at the sight of Potter standing in the sitting room�s entryway. Still damp hair covering the famed scar his bared skin is a uniform red color, almost as if he attempted to boil it off. Arms skeletal he continually flicks his gaze from one face to another. Slight huff from my mother, �Come here little one, none of the boys are going to touch you if you don�t want them to. I yelled at them good for you.�
Darting into motion he moves across the room, shifting away from the Dark Lord, Father, and Severus with short skips. Fingers clutching at Mother�s waist he hisses something in Parseltongue. Arching a brow at the Dark Lord in question she rubs a hand up and down Potter�s spine.
Voice soft the Dark Lord says, �He says �thank you�, and wants to know what he should address you by?�
�Narcissa or Cissy is perfectly alright little one.�
Pulling away from Mum Potter shakes his head crossly at the second option. Series of vicious hisses coming from his mouth he concludes by jabbing a finger at the Dark Lord.
Shrugging at the finger pointed his way the Dark Lord responds, �He refuses to call you by a name that Bella uses. Seems he rather despises that sister of yours Narcissa, though he�s got no problems with Andromeda.�
�Why does he hate Bella?�
Smirk quirking his lips Voldemort listens as Potter spits out a brief statement. �Firstly, he would like to remind you that he is still in the room. Secondly, and I quote, �that bitch took something of mine from me�.�
Cheeks flushed Potter begins to shake. Wail filling the silence he crumbles to his knees. Rushing forward Mum hurriedly enfolds him in an embrace. �Sh little one, sh, I�m sorry I made you mad with me. Please stop crying, you can call me whatever you feel comfortable calling me.� Stifled chuckle from her, �As long as it isn�t Malfoy, that�s reserved for my husband and son.�
Tension draining from his crumpled form Potter murmurs, �Ssa?�
�Hum little one?�
�Your sister�s staring at you,� he says, pointing at my gobsmacked aunt.
�Cissy! What in Merlin�s name is That doing here? And why are you coddling it?�
�Our Lord brought him to us Bella,� Mum snaps. Huddled against her chest Potter glares at my aunt.
�A likely story Cissy, you�re going soft in the head.�
�Bella,� Voldemort croons into the shocked quiet.
�My Lord?�
�Crucio.�
Flinching at the sight of my aunt writhing under the curse cast on her I frown as a high-pitched laugh rises over her screams. Wriggling free of Mum�s slackened arms Potter crawls closer to Aunt Bella�s cursed body, the laughter coming from him. Canceling the curse as blood bubbles around Aunt Bella�s teeth Voldemort cocks a brow at Potter. Wide, inhuman grin stretching across his face he holds a calm hand out. Soft hiss of warning Voldemort hands his wand over to Potter.
Struggling to her hands and knees Aunt Bella whispers, �My Lord?�
�Look how good I�ve gotten in a month Bellatrix,� Potter growls from beside my aunt. Flicking the Dark Lord�s wand at my aunt he purrs, �Crucio.� Spine bowing Aunt Bella screams as Potter giggles. Banishing the curse he leans over her gasping form. Kissing a bloody corner of her mouth he snickers. �I don�t think I�ll ever forgive you Bellatrix, but the good news is, I don�t feel like tearing you to pieces quite so much anymore. Who knows, a few more rounds of unforgivables and I might even begin to like you.�
Coughing up a mouthful of blood Aunt Bella croaks, �Widdle Potter�s got a backbone after all.�
Sharp jab in her side of the Dark Lord�s wand. �Don�t tempt me Bellatrix, I�ve still got Marvolo�s wand in my hand.�
Holding his hand out Voldemort mutters, �Give me back my wand child, no killing Bella remember?� Reclaimed wand tapped against his lips he inquires, �Though for a second time cast that was a wonderfully executed Cruciatus, sure you won�t join my side?�
Pulling his knees up he crosses his arms over them, chin resting atop bony wrists. �What�ll you give me if I do?�
Strangled sound leaping from my throat I gape at the Boy-Who-Won�t-Die. What was he thinking? He was the epitome of Light and here he was asking what the Dark Lord would give him if he went Dark.
�Mr. Potter, if you go Dark I swear by Salazar�s name I will give you the marks you deserve in my class,� Severus whispers.
�If you join my side I guarantee you a place to stay that Dumbles, as you say, won�t know about if you wish to use it. Plus, the typical lessons all of my Death Eaters receive in both Dark Arts and physical training, access to my personal library,� bloody hell the Dark Lord was serious, �and a chance to strike back against those who have wronged you.�
New light flaring in Potter�s eyes he asks, �Even if they serve you?�
Quick flick of his wand at Aunt Bella in response a calculating look on his face.
Father�s hand on my shoulder I glance up at him as he adds his own promise to those already spoken. �Mr. Potter should you join the Dark Lord�s side Narcissa and I shall name you as our second son, giving you not only a home within these walls but also the same privileged life that Draco has.�
Floored by my mother�s nod of agreement when he turns questioning emerald eyes her direction I wait for him to answer. Wait for him to change my entire life around with a simple word. Green orbs locking on my face he flinches as I pull a face. �I refuse to have a brother named Harry, so if you accept we are going to need a new name for you.� Hurt fleeing in a flash he laughs.
Turning to look back at the Dark Lord he nods, �I�m yours Marvolo.�
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