The Birth of an Heir

"I must confess, I am glad you are all here." Voldemort said, he along with all of the death eaters he was currently able to amass were in Malfoy Manor. Voldemort was sat on a throne, looking down at the kneeling death eaters while his snake, Nagini, was next to him. Draco Malfoy was included in this, while he was not a death eater yet Voldemort had insisted that Draco join the meeting, Draco was thrilled and his parents were in no position to disagree. "It seems as if it was only yesterday when we were raging war against Dumbledore, now it feels like an event to look forward to. Severus, kindly tell us what has been happening with Dumbledore."

"Yes my lord," Snape nodded. "the headmaster is a bit frustrated as he hasn't been able to recruit as many members as he would like. Partly due to the Potter brat not supporting him and also due to Pettigrew denying your return under veritaserum."

"That is good news," Voldemort said in a pleased voice, as he idly twirled his wand. "and what of Potter?"

"The Potter brat had run from the order member when they arrived at his house, he at the time believed that they could have been your servants. From what the order members told me when they returned, when they tried to catch him Potter had manged to injure about five members while hurting two others, which included Mad-Eye Moody." Snape said, a brief look of surprise appeared on Voldemort's face but it was gone just as quick as it came.

"Really?" Voldemort asked in amusement. "Seven members of Dumbledore's group all dealt with by a running teenager?"

"Yes my lord," Snape answered. "after that Potter had followed the order members back to their headquarters, when a meeting was happening Potter attacked and injured seven more members before his mutt of a godfather was able to stop the fighting."

"My, my, how entertaining." Voldemort chuckled. "There will hardly be any order members left to kill if Potter continues. What else Severus?"

"I had to leave quickly, but I was able to find out that Potter believes he will not get into trouble under ministry laws due to the Triwizard tournament making him legally an adult. The only other really important detail is that the blood wards that were supposed to protect Potter failed to keep out whoever it was that you sent, while we are on that topic Dumbledore does not know who you have sent as far as I am aware."

"I don't expect that he would," Voldemort replied, Nagini hissed, Voldemort spoke to her in parsletounge for a few moments before turning back to his death eaters. "I assume that you all would like to know the identity of the one sent to attack Potter. Here he comes now."

The doors opened, every person in the room turned in the same direction to see who had entered. The figure wore black shoes, black trousers, black gloves, a grey shirt and black robes that ended at his thighs. He had silver pads on his shins, knees, elbows and forearms. His hood was up, covering his face in a dark shadow, making it impossible to see what he really looked like. He walked forward, his body language told everyone in the room he wasn't nervous at all. To many it felt like watching a tiger walk among deer.

The figure stopped in front of Voldemort, not bothering to bow or kneel. He began speaking, not in English but in parsletounge. Snape along with many of the other death eaters wished they could understand parsletounge so they could understand what this stranger was talking about. Voldemort began replying in parsletounge, the two engaged in a small conversation, Voldemort's face was an amused one.

"My loyal followers," Voldemort said to the death eaters in English. "the day of the third task Barty Crouch Junior succeeded in getting Potter's blood so I could regain a body, however that was not all that we succeeded in doing. There was just enough blood left for a little experiment of mine, the person you see in front of you is the result of a mixture between my blood and Potters. He has only two purposes in life, destroy Potter and serve me. He is my heir." Many of the death eaters did not know how to react to the fact that their lord was able to produce an entire person using magic and blood, especially when some of the blood was from Harry Potter.

Severus Snape was in what someone could describe as pure disbelief, he knew that Voldemort possessed abilities that most men and women would only dream of but to be to actually make a person from blood and magic was ridiculous and impossible yet the result was in front of him. Still, despite that Severus could not fathom why Voldemort would chose Potter's blood of all people. Was it simply because the boy was his second major enemy and because the boy's blood would be easier to obtain than Dumbledore's?

More than likely, after all in Snape's mind Potter was nothing but a spoilt and arrogant brat.

"But...but my lord..." Draco spoke, Snape along with a few sympathetic death eaters winced as they realised that the boy was likely going to get hurt. Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's parents, also seemed to realise that if the tensing of their neck and shoulders were any indicator. "...Potter's just a filthy half-blood! He shouldn't..."

Draco found himself cut off as Voldemort's heir, without warning, turned and kicked Draco straight in the mouth, knocking out a tooth and sending the blonde pureblood on his back. Lucius and Narcissa flinched but did not say anything. Draco was on his back, hand on his bleeding mouth as he looked up at Voldemort's heir who had begun hissing at him in parsletounge.

"Ah young Draco," Voldemort chuckled once his heir had stopped hissing. "it appears that my heir does not appreciate interruptions, nor do I for that matter. If you interrupt again then it will be me who punishes you, is that understood?"

"Y...yes my lord." Draco said in a shaky voice as he got back to his knees.

"Half-blood." Voldemort's heir spoke in English for the first time since entering the room as he looked at Snape, who tensed slightly upon realising that he was the one being talked about. "A half-blood in our ranks." He said in a voice much like the one of a younger Voldemort, many death eaters looked at Snape, the vast majority not knowing that he was a half-blood.

"Ah yes," Voldemort smirked. "Severus is indeed a half-blood, which makes it all the more amusing that he believes himself to be better than us."

"My lord, I do not..." Snape began protesting.

"Do you not?" Voldemort asked in a fake confused voice before suddenly shifting to his regular voice. "I hate liars. You are capable of fooling many people Severus, but it is extremely unhealthy for you to think that I am one of them, I see how you walk and talk like you are better than us as do many of my followers."

"Shall I kill him?" Voldemort's heir asked, flicking his wrist and allowing a black wand to come into his hand.

"No," Voldemort said with the slightest shake of his head. "Severus is fortunate enough to still hold some value and wise enough to not reduce it, aren't you Severus?"

"Yes my lord," Snape said quickly. "I..."

"However," Voldemort interrupted. "that does not mean that Snape should not learn what happens when people overestimate their worth. Do keep it controlled." Voldemort's heir nodded before he jabbed his wand in Snape's direction and hit him with a cruciatus curse, Snape fell to the floor, screaming in pain. The curse was held for about thirty seconds before released. "Did that feel good?" Voldemort asked, his heir nodded while Snape's body suffered the after effects of being put under the curse. "I do hope you have learnt your lesson Severus, it would be a shame if you needed another demonstration about why you should control your attitude."

"Y...yes my lord." Snape barely managed to get out.

"Good, now my heir will be giving us all a small demonstration." Voldemort said, he pointed to three death eaters. "You three come forwards." The death eaters nervously stood up and walked to the front, knowing better than to refuse. "I will offer you three a deal, the first one able to defeat my heir will take his place and will be personally trained by me. I do hope you'll try your best."

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"Dumbledore!" Snape said as he entered the headmaster's office.

"Severus, I am glad you are back," Dumbledore replied. "what has happened? What have you learnt?" Dumbledore asked, judging by the look on the potions masters face he thought he might not like what he as about to hear.

"Potter must have been lying to you." Snape replied, a shocked look on his face. "Moody and Shacklebolt must have been fooled somehow, or someway."

"Severus, what are you talking about?"

"They said that Potter fought with the man who attacked his muggle home."

"Yes, but I do not see..."

"If Potter truly fought him then he should be dead!" Snape interrupted. "There is no way the brat could have lasted longer than a minute against him."

"Who was he Severus?" Dumbledore asked.

"Voldemort's heir!"

"What?!"

"You're going to want to get your pensive out." Snape said, he was tempted to tell Dumbledore that he might as well give up now but knew that the old man was too stubborn to listen.

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