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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: Well, it's official, I've got no life! Here I am, on my day off - for good behavior - and I'm doing nothing but adding fics to assorted fanfic sites. Oh woe is me! I'm also working on a one-shot staring our every beloved 'Hero' and some suspicious Slytherins...trust me, it'll be a one-shot...I think...anywhore, onward to the next chapter of this fic!
Disclaimer: I'm in charge of the manga bookgroup at my store, are you?
Warning: This fic will contain lots of weirdness and probably lots of blood, death, and sex at some point; also, that sex I mentioned, most of it is going to be gay sex. You have been warned.
Chapter Two - Never be the Same
Bones no longer quite so noticeable in my figure after a week of whatever I wanted to eat, I flash a smile at my reflection. Who�d have thought that accepting Marvolo�s offer would have led me this? Hair still black as night now shot through with a few streaks of white I tug the potion lengthened mass back at the nape of my neck. It was slightly tamer now that it fell to the bottom of my ribs, something to do with its own weight Cius had told me when I had boggled at it the first morning after Severus� potion took effect. Another of Severus� potions had lightened my eyes to more of a spring green, which bordered on lime bright. The most noticeable change in my reflection came not from a potion but a simple tube of woman�s make-up. Thanks to Ssa I now had a way to cover my infamous scar. Couple the foundation�s cover with a simple charm to keep the make-up from rubbing off and I was no longer recognizable as the Boy-Who-Lived. Add a new name, Deomor Frei Malfoy, to the physical changes and it was safe for Cius to take Drake and I to the Ministry to register me as theirs.
�Almost ready to go to the Ministry Deo?�
Speak of the ferret. Smoothing my palms down the front of one of my �casual� robes I grin at the blond head poking into my suite�s sitting room. �Mm Drake, d�ya finish preening already?�
�Moue, I do not preen Deo.�
Final check to be sure my new wand was held surely up my sleeve. Marvolo had been the one to bring in the wand maker a few days ago when Ssa announced their intentions to register me today. Said my old wand would already be registered in the Ministry�s records as Potter�s, which would not help our task one bit. So he had commissioned the wand maker to craft a new one based on my new identity waving off any offers of reimbursement by claiming it was an early birthday present. Fingers caressing the smooth, redwood again I scrunch my nose at Drake�s look of concentration as he double-checks his hair.
Waggling my finger in his view I mutter, �Don�t preen my ass Drake.� Sticking his tongue out at my comment he leads the way to the vestibule of the Manor.
Pressing a kiss to my cheek Ssa beams at the two of us. �You both look perfect, makes me proud to call you my sons.� A kiss to Drake�s cheek, �Lucius will be meeting us in the Ministry�s lobby.� Holding out a battered tin cup she activates the portkey with a wink.
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Feet hitting the marble flooring of the lobby with only a bit of unbalance Drake and I release the portkey. Mask firmly in place I follow in Drake�s wake as we head forward to have our wands scanned and our badges handed to us. Gatekeeper scanning my wand I pray that Marvolo�s spell work holds up against the Ministry�s detection systems. If it bleeps that my magical signature is that of Potter�s I�ll have no choice but to run for it and hope I can exit the Ministry building far enough ahead of the Aurors to portkey to Marvolo�s current stronghold. Much less if it registers the Unforgivables it has cast during my daily spell lessons with Cius.
Name badges out held the official ducks her head in acknowledgement. �Have a nice visit to the Ministry Misters and Mrs. Malfoy.� Affixing my badge to my robe I scan the milling crowd for Cius� blond hair. Catch sight of him a breath before Ssa and head his direction, the other two falling into step on either side of me. Nodding his greeting he matches our pace as we continue to the elevators.
Doors swooshing shut I manage to contain my start as a kindly voice speaks from behind me, �Lucius, what a surprise running into you at the Ministry this afternoon. I was under the belief that you had requested the day off?�
�Indeed Albus, I have the day off. I am here on family business.�
�Oh, and who might the charming young man with black hair be?�
Tap of his cane against my thigh prompting me to turn I meet the twinkling eyes of Dumbles blankly. �My adoptive son Deomor. Narcissa and I took him in when I found him starving and injured in a muggle city near You-Know-Who�s latest attack.� Arch of those bushy white brows as Cius adds, �He and Draco became close acquaintances during his recovery, and taking him as my son is the least I can do for him. Deomor this is Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, the school you shall be attending come fall.�
Emotions still held behind the mask of a vacant expression I murmur, �Pleasure to make your acquaintance Headmaster.�
�Indeed young Mr. Malfoy,� elevator stopping at the Auror level, �I trust I shall see you September 1st?� Brief nod. �Very good, have a pleasant day then.�
Door closing behind Dumbles� we drop a couple more levels to the Minister of Magic�s floor. Aurors racing about the hallway greet our eyes when the door opens and we step out. Wild pink standing out in the crowd I smirk as Tonks plows into another Auror�s back. Bowler hat popping out of the office at the end of the hall Minister Cornelius Fudge shoves his way through the mass.
�Is this a bad time Minister?� Cius inquires blandly.
Bowler leaping from the Minister�s head and into his nervous fingers he jerks his head back and forth. �No, no, of course not Lucius,� quick flick of his eyes, �it�s just, young Mr. Potter�s been missing for nearly two weeks without any sign.�
False sympathy crossing Cius� face he shakes his head, �I am sorry Minister, I shall do everything in my power to aid the search.� Slight prod of his cane to my calf, �However, I do not come here merely to make social calls Minister. I took this young man in when I discovered him injured near You-Know-Who�s latest attack. He suffers from severe trauma as a result of witnessing the attack. In spite of that fact he and my heir have become good friends, and it is my wish to adopt him as my own in hopes to give him the sort of life he lost in the attack.�
Empty smile barely touching my lips I meet Fudge�s eyes impassively knowing the still evident malnourishment in my face was only aiding my case. �It is a pleasure to meet you Minister Fudge.�
Twin spots of color on his cheeks Fudge twirls his hat between his hands. �Oh you poor boy, you are most lucky that Lucius was the one who found you. I cannot bear to think of what may have happened had You-�
Allow a sliver of fear to light the blankness on my face and take a shuddering step into Cius� chest. Hands rising of their own volition to clutch at my hair I whimper pitifully. Cane flashing past my jaw Cius growls at Fudge, �Minister! I hardly think reminding my poor son of his suffering is necessary.�
�O-of course, so sorry Lucius, terribly sorry. Everything is just so hectic right now, so dreadfully horrible.� Hat sitting back atop his head he jerks about and leads us through the crush. �Shouldn�t take more than a moment to write up the papers and authorize them, so terribly sorry young man. Stressful time this is, what with You-� voice trailing off at my answering moan he wobbles his head in sympathy, �sorry.�
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Stress sang in my nerves as Ssa released my hand the second our feet touched the Manor�s vestibule. Fingers tore at my bound up hair, strands clinging to my knuckles. :Bloody fucking incompetent nitwit! All he cares about is saving his own ass from the fire. Keeping it from roasting. Save the savior. Find the goddamned savior or Dumbles is going to tear you into little pieces: Stomp through the vestibule and into the Manor proper. Ignore the resident Potions bat in favor of my raving. :Shitheads, all of them! Ministry of Incompetent Morons is more like it. Finally outfoxed them in running away from the Dursley�s. By the time they find me - if they find me - most of them will be dead. Fudge is going first.:
�So sure young one? What if I find him useful in his incompetence?�
Whirl to face the sound of a silky voice teeth bared in a silent snarl. I hadn�t heard Marvolo approach me, yet there he was a mere hand�s breath away. Ruby gaze narrowing at my silence he throws his hands out in an attempt to snag me. Teeth snap at his fingers as I scramble backwards. Arms wind mailing as my heel slips on the tile I hiss as one of his hands gains purchase near my shoulder. Eyes widening in surprise as my lack of equilibrium pulls him off balance Marvolo follows my body�s collapse.
Skull cracking against the floor I blink dazedly for a moment. Subtle shift of a hip near my groin rocketing me back into the present I wriggle uncomfortably, my body reacting to the touch against my will. :Get off me Marvolo.: Whisper of breath across my throat I struggle to regain control of my limbs. :Damn you Marvolo, get off me this instance. I will bite you.:
Hip dragging over my groin to lay flesh with mine, another enflamed groin settling over mine. :No, I think I rather like you this way.: Mouth locking over mine he presses his pelvis down.
Oh Godric, I was - he was - oh fuck. Eyelids flutter as I begin to answer his kiss. Mind overwhelming my desire I sink my teeth into his lower lip. Right fist flying in concert I land a blow on his cheek, managing to squirm out from under him as he scrabbles away from me with a yelp. On my feet in seconds I pant, blood coloring my lips. Heart dancing against my ribs I dart for the stairs, �I told you not to touch me!�
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�Honestly M�Lord must you push poor Deo so?� Spare the Malfoy matron a glare from my awkward position, nose pinched closed to stave off the bleeding, head tilted back. Cool cloth dabbing my split lip she clucks her tongue, �I am curious though, do you do this because he is who he was, or is there something I should know?�
Tongue wetting my lip, flavor of copper in my mouth, �I find that I am drawn to him because he is who he was, and because he isn�t who he was. He intrigues me.�
�Do you love him?�
Scowl at her, �Where do you get off asking that of me?�
�I am his mother,� she retorts, color high in her cheeks, �at least as much of a mother as he�s ever had.�
Guilt filling me I pat her arm as she pries my fingers from my nose. �My apologies Narcissa, I find that I am out of sorts when around him. I believe that I may come to love him if he will allow me to.�
�All I ask is that you do not hurt him any more than he already has been.�
Doors opening with a swoosh Narcissa�s sister and her husband freeze at the sight of me sitting on the floor, blood being cleaned off by the blond.
�M�Lord?� Rodolphus inquires with an arched brow, �What happened to you?�
Chuckle answering his question, Narcissa vanishes the bloody cloth. �Young Deo evidently has a vicious streak when provoked.�
�M�Lord!�
�Shush Bella, I am almost positive that I deserved worse tan this for my actions.�
Catch sight of the darkening in Narcissa�s eyes a second before she screeches, �Almost positive? Almost positive!�
Flinch as Bella pulls her wand at her sister�s rising voice. �Bella stand down immediately; Cissa please calm yourself for a moment.� Silence ringing I tug at a fistful of hair, an action reminiscent of Deo�s own earlier. �I apologize if I seemed insincere in that statement Cissa, I confess, once again, my uncertainty in interacting with your son.� Ghost of a smile on my lips I murmur, �He reminds me of myself in so many ways.�
Soft noise from Rodolphus, �M�Lord?�
�Ah?� Glance over at the quiet man with dark red hair. �What do you wish to say Rodolphus?�
Brief dip of his chin, �Jugson wished for me to alert you to the information he overheard while filing some papers near Mr. Weasley at the Ministry.� Tense at the mention of the Order member, but motion for him to continue. �Arthur was heard claiming that his twins had sent a letter to Mr. Potter through his owl. Said that the bird had shown up at their �home� a little over a week ago.�
Pinch the bridge of my nose, irritated at the added wrinkle in my plans, �And since Bella knew of one Mr. Potter�s residency within the Manor she had no complications in pretending to visit her dear sister to get the information passed along. Am I correct Bellatrix?�
�Yes M�Lord; however, I also felt that this gossip, whether true or not, could not wait until you called for us next.�
�Potter�s here? Since when?�
Oh? Bella had not informed her husband of this fact? Astounding that she had obeyed her sister�s request for once. �Technically Rodolphus, though he now answers to the name Deomor Malfoy -� Incoherent shriek echoing through the Manor I leap to my feet. �Weasley was not lying, those thrice damned twins did send a letter.�
Skirt whistling Narcissa nods, �That, or Deo�s relapsed from the stress.� Pointed look directed towards me. �We have had a rough week, had to request that Severus not return until he had adjusted because the sight of him was setting Deo in to fits.�
�Bloody hell Narcissa, why was I not made aware of this?�
�You did not ask.�
Stomach sinking at her bitter reply I take the stairs two at a time, sensing the Lestranges following us. I had promised the boy my protection, a home under my roof, and I had completely ignored him this past week. He probably thought that my promises were empty, made on a whim to sway him to my side. Or made to control him. Dammit, this was going to be more difficult then expected.
Steps ahead of us in arriving at Deo�s suite, Lucius jerks the door open. Pouring into the empty sitting room I follow on the Malfoy�s heels as we make for the bedroom door. Hairs on the back of my neck standing on end I shove the two blondes away from the door. Fingers grasping the handle I yank it open, scream of pain jumping from my throat as a bolt of uncontrolled magic slams me to the floor. Second bolt leaping for my form I brace myself for it�s impact.
Redirected at the last moment it lands on an armchair in the sitting room, splinters of wood raining from the cloud of dust the exploding chair creates. Merlin did the boy remind me of myself. Pull my complaining body from the floor I gaze into the destruction that was a bedroom minutes earlier. He needed to be trained; not only to utilize his growing power, but to control his emotions so that he would not burst in this manner. The child was a wreck, amazing he had lasted this long without a display of this nature.
Disheveled figure filling the doorway Deo holds a crumpled letter shakily out to me. Face blank he hisses, �Read it Marvolo.�
Accepting it I quirk a brow at him, �Are you certain you wish for me to?� Nod of agreement he slides past me to stare at the chair�s corpse.
Harry, or whatever you�re calling yourself to stay hidden; if Hedwig finds you, and we don�t doubt she will - right smart bird you�ve got mate - don�t respond through her, come to our shop in Diagon as soon as possible. Dumbledore�s threatening twenty-four hour Auror watch on you if he finds you - he would�ve sent Hedwig and followed her if we hadn�t already sent her out. Where ever you�re hidden know that our family�s here for you. We �accidentally� overheard the old man talking to your Uncle about how he should�ve made it so you couldn�t run from them - told Mum and she went bonkers - how we�ve kept this knowledge from him we don�t know, but we support your running. Hope Hedwig finds you safe, and you believe us. We work every Thursday and Saturday in the shop.
Gred and Feorge
�Twenty-four hour Auror watch?� I mutter incredulously, �Who does that coot think you are?�
�The boy he met five years ago,� comes his monotone reply. Hold the letter back towards him I purse my lips in surprise when he takes it only to drop it to the floor. Stepping closer he tilts his chin, peering up at my eyes. �Tomorrow�s Thursday Marvolo, you�ll be joining me at their shop to make up for ignoring me this week.�
Nod my acquiescence as I pop my shoulder, cringing at the twinge of pain. �Salazar Deo, how ever did you create a bolt of pure magical energy?�
�No clue Marvolo, but Bellatrix looks ready to murder me for it.�
Grabbing her sister�s shoulders Narcissa growls, �Touch a hair on my son�s head out of malice and I�ll have Lucius reset the wards Bella.� Twisting her around the Malfoy matron smiles sweetly at Deo, �Bella and I are going to have a cup of tea little one, you should take a moment to speak with Rodolphus while the house elves fix your bedroom.�
Smile flitting over his face he moves away from me. �Of course Ssa, enjoy your tea.�
Petting Deo�s cheek Lucius follows the two women, �I shall let the house elves know, and leave you to your conversation. Shout if you need me Deo.�
�Motioning for us to followDeo leaves his suite, �What�s on your mind Mr. Lestrange?�
Eyes flicking my direction as he responds, �You are not the boy I saw at the Ministry.�
Walk faltering he shakes his head violently, as though he were attempting to keep memories from rising. �A lot can change in a month Lestrange.�
�True, though I must admit, you look better than you did then. Healthier. Happier.�
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�I�m not going to apologize for biting you, but I am sorry about the bolt that struck you down earlier.� Lift my eyes from the tome in my lap I cock my head to the side at the sight of a pajama clad Deo standing before me. Hands clutch at his sleeping pants as he rocks back and forth out of nervousness. �I just wanted to tell you, that�s all. It�s not that I dislike your company, I just don�t like being touched against my will.�
Set my book to the side and clasp my hands beneath my chin. �Understood, I do not expect an apology for your actions in the foyer. You did warn me more than once before you acted. I should have acted more wisely when I noticed your frustration.� Duck my head at my weakness I whisper, �I don�t know how to act around you. I don�t want to behave as though you are who you were, but who you are confuses me. I have no clue how you feel, I can�t predict your actions any longer.�
Fingers tentatively grasping my chin I look back up at him with a tremulous smile. �I like Rodolphus Marvolo, he isn�t the same man I lost to a month ago.� Fazed by his non sequitur I collapse back against he sofa�s cushions. �I think we could become good friends.� Close my eyes to hide my pain at his statements I start when a weight settles into my lap. �Marvolo? Did I say something bad?�
Soft, baby whisper in my ear I blink. He was sitting in my lap, teeth latched onto his lower lip in concern. Had his �relatives� punished him for saying these sorts of things? The poor boy crumpled even more as I sat there silently staring at him. Jerk out of my reverie and reach to tug him closer as he shifts away. Release my grip on his limbs as he stiffens, not willing to frighten him. �No little one, I was just startled by your words.� And your actions. What were you doing in my lap?
�Oh, okay.� Wriggle uncertainly against me, cheeks coloring. �Is it alright that I�m sitting in your lap?�
Gods yes, I had no issue with you being here with me. �No, I mean yes, I mean - � chuckle nervously, �you can sit in my lap whenever you want to Deo.�
�Good.�
Arch a brow at his comment, �Good?�
Flash of his old Gryffindor courage he nods, �Yes, good.�
�And why is that good little Deo?�
Pressure of his mouth over mine briefly, sending my heart dancing. Wide eyes follow his form as he skips from my lap and towards the door. Pausing in the doorway he gives me a smirk, �I like Rodolphus Marvolo, but I like you.�
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