What If?

November 2nd, 1981; Malfoy Manor

'Finally, the rat is back' Thought Lucius Malfoy. Sneering at the pathetic worm named Peter Pettigrew.

"Stop, scampering you bloody twat!" Lucius snapped . He pulled out his wand-elm with a core of dragon heartstring-and hit him with a crucio.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh, please Lucius" the rat screamed in pain. The bloody worm didn't know what real pain felt like. 'Try getting that from the dark lord' Lucius thought Smugly. The stupid worm thought he could just barge in His manor like that.

"Please sir" pettigrew begged "I only wish to inform you that the dark lord is dead, sir" The worm whimpered under Lucius blank yet angry gaze.The dark lord... Dead. Impossible! Lucius screamed in his head. He absentmindedly forgot about the rat in the manor and called upon his family.

"Lucius, is something the matter" Narcissa questioned as she walked into the room with their sleeping child in her arms. " I was almost finished putting dear Draconis to sleep"

"Narcissa there is no need to use draco's full name, on another note, yes there is something wrong. It seems" Lucius paused "…. It seems, that the Dark Lord is dead." There was silence at first and then they realized.

What were they going to tell the Ministry.

Almost instantly their plan was underway, Narcissa flooed the ministry crying for help.

"S-s-sir.." Pettigrew stammered "What about m-me"

"GET OUT!" Lucius Screamed "Don't come back either!" The ministry was soon to arrive and he didn't need to be questioned of the man's presence in his home. He called to his wife to be sure to put Draco back in his sleeping chamber and soon after that they answered the door.

"Good Afternoon, Mister Malfoy sir and the Missus as well" The man said with a smile " What seems to be the problem"

"I don't remember anything a-and" she cried " there is a dark mark on m-my husbands arm, neither of us can-c-can remember anything" Clinging to her husband like she hasn't seen him in years. Nobody seems to notice that is a very good actress.

"Calm down ma'am, My name is Cannon, the Director of the Investigation Department and the Ministry Police" he turned away and spoke into his wand like a walkie talkie " I am going to need an investigation team at the Malfoy Manor in ten"

"Surely there is no need to have all that ruckus in our home, we just put poor draco to bed, Sir" Lucius fumed

"This is a very serious matter Mister Malfoy, don't worry your child will be safe" With that Cannon was off searching the house for clues and lucky for the Malfoys, they had hidden secret "clues" that would make the Ministry think they had been controlled by the imperius curse. Cannon had come back into the Family room where Lucius and Narcissa sat. Near them was a small rocking playpen, in it a little, pale, blonde boy lay sleeping in the soft warm blankets not realising he had been moved from his bedroom. He slept on. "Im so sorry Lady and Lord Malfoy" Cannon whispered "But it seems that you have been under the imperius curse for a few years"

"Oh" Lady Malfoy gasped as she fell to the floor

"Get them both to St. Mungos right away" Cannon stated

"On it boss" one of the other men replied as he took Lady Malfoy in his arms and gestured for Lucius to follow.

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Moments after they had apparated into St. Mungos Lucis was already treated and a woman was telling him to keep still as she readied her wand for a tranquilising charm. But Lucius wasn't having it.

"My dear nurse as you can see I am perfectly fine" he Crooned

"Mister malfoy" she said sweetly "Goodnight" and she charmed him as he was concentrating on what she was saying instead of squirming around.

November 5th, 1981; St. Mungos Hospital

Where am I, Lucius thought. Pulling himself from his dream state he saw a white roof and smelled the chemicals from potions. Oh I am fine, just in the hospital, he thought calmly…..HOSPITAL! he screamed in his head as he sat up. There was a sign on the door. He had to focus his eyes before reading it,

Dear Lucius,

Draco and I have left the Hospital,

When you wake we will be in Diagon Alley

We are free to go as we please

Be home soon

-Narcissa

Free to go, Lucius thought, he would pay a visit to his greatest ally and friend; Severus Snape. Who should be at Hogwarts

November 5th, 1981; Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Severus' Quarters

Severus Tobias Snape wasn't always the nicest color of the rainbow. Bloody hell he didn't even like colors. Still Lucius trusted Severus with his life. Waiting in the room that the house elves brought him to was extremely boring. Severus was teaching his N.E.W.T potions class, so Lucius had to wait another half hour till he was finished. Lucius liked the way the room was-to an extent- colorful. If you count slytherin green walls with a small silver trim about three and a half feet off the ground and the rest of the walls were black. The decor was green and black as well with very minimal silver. Two loveseats sat close together by a crackling fire where Lucius moved to stay warm.

A large door made of very expensive mahogany creaked open and Severus walked in."Lucius, My dear friend is something wrong" Severus queried.

"Severus!" Lucius exclaimed standing up and running to the man " The Dark Lord….." there was silence "Can you feel it Sev!" He said with a smile. Severus couldn't help but look completely confused at the man in front of him. And then asked what had happened to him, he replied with the story of the ministry and what the rat had told him.

"Ahhh, I see I told you not to call me 'Sev'" He mumbled angrily. It was true, Severus felt the emptiness where he called upon the Dark Lord using Occlumency. He's really gone. Well my jobs' done then Severus thought.

"Fine then….." Lucius paused "Sevvy" 'Sevvy' looked at him angrily and as if to say 'do whatever you want' he shrugged. "What should we do Sev" Lucius looked up to Severus with big pleading eyes.

"Well considering were free…" he waited "Lets go shopping shall we, I need some new potions ingredients anyway" He sighed, giving in to the other mans pleading LOVED shopping. Although potions ingredients sounded boring, he could still drag Severus off to his favorite clothing store.

And thats where they found out what happened.

How the Dark Lord died and 'The Boy Who Lived' as well. The child responsible for the Dark Lords' death was now living with his Muggle relatives. There were rumors that they weren't the kind of people who accepted Wizards. Little did they know, they were right.

9 YEARS LATER

May 27th, 1990; Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey

" FREAK!" Vernon Dursley screamed to his nephew, whose REAL name was Harry James Evans Potter. He was now 9 years old and his birthday was in two months and four days. Although Vernon and the other Dursleys-Dudey and Petunia-were terrible to Harry, whom they all called Freak-who got used to the name as they never told him his real name- he was grateful that his uncle hadn't come to beat him again.

"C-Coming, Uncle Vernon" Harry called in a small voice. He was only about Four feet tall, because all his life he lived in the cupboard under the stairs. Which was susceptible to the fact that he barely grew. It also had something to do with the now everyday beatings that he went through because of his Uncle. When he got down to the kitchen he received his list of chores for the day as the Dursley were taking their little Dinky Diddykins to the Zoo and then out for dinner. At least they will be gone all day, Harry thought.

" Freak you'd better be done with everything on that list when we get home, or you're sure to get a beating. Understand boy" he chastised.

"Y-yes Uncle Vernon, Sir" Harry said in the smallest voice it was almost not heard. But he was sure that if Vernon hadn't heard it. He would have beat him right then and there. The Dursleys left Harry alone to do his chores. Today is the day, Harry thought-obviously his gryffindor blood working- I can do this… once i have finished the chores. I'll pack up and i'll go. Harry had been planning this about as long as Vernon had been talking about the Zoo with Petunia.

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Finally, Im done, Harry thought. He nearly tripped over the carpet in the family room as he ran to his cupboard. Packing up all his things in a backpack that Harry had found shoved into the back of the supply closet. He made sure to leave the door locked as he slowly closed it behind himself. He sighed at the thought of finally being free.