Fate is a cruel Beautiful Creature

Pairings: Voldemort x Harry

Warnings:

AU: When Harry was born he was accidently thrown back in time. and found by a hateful muggle family.

MPreg: Men have babies in this

Slash: Gay love

Fate.

She could either be cruel or kind depending on the person.

In Tom's case Fate was cruel. She taunted and hurt him constantly, condemning him to a life filled with hate and cries. Forcing him to be beaten by a drunk bigoted father every single fucking day of his childhood until he was six when he ran away.

She was much crueler to Harry. He was beaten far worse than Tom ever was only he got an explanation as to why he was always getting hurt. He was a freak. That's why.

That's all he ever knew.

And he was only four when he ran away, unable to continue living with people who hurt him.

But in both cases she was kind. Both blessed with unimaginable intelligence and charm.

But that comes later.

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Lily screamed and shielded her babies, her precious Harry and Aidan, from the darkly cloaked man in front of her. A flash of green light and she fell to the ground in an unmoving lump.

The dark figure pointed his wand at the closer baby, Harry, and whispered the same curse he used on Lily but faltered as green eyes that reminded him of his lover and said the curse incorrectly.

The baby flashed out of sight leaving a slightly dazed figure. Alarms went off before he could kill the second baby and the door banged open. The dark figure dropped his cloak before disappearing.

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Splash! Splot! Whoosh!

A small dark haired haired blur raced through the dark alleys throwing the occasional glance behind him to make sure he was not being followed.

He was getting tired, he had been running all day. The pain in his chest from his last beating. It was almost unbearable.

Almost.

He pushed the pain to the back of his mind and focused on moving his tiny body forward trying to create as much distance he could from that house.

Once he could not run anymore he found an area to hide and covered his body in darkness. He left out a breath he did not know he was holding and closed his eyes. His all body ached and his stomach felt like it was eating itself.

The boy slowly laid down on the cold hard ground and tried to get some rest. His body was tired and all he wanted to do was take a nice long nap but he could not.

The boy let out a loud sob and curled into himself desperately attempting to warm up. He shivered and cried some more but nothing changed.

Crying was not helping him yet he could not find it in himself to stop sobbing his heart out.

This time he cried himself into oblivion.

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Someone found him a year later. The year had been long, cold and consisted of many days of starving but eventually he was able to nick pockets with ease and strengthen his emotions.

He had not cried since that day. He would not allow himself to be that weak ever again.

He had been taken to the police station first and questioned immensely.

"What is your name?" One officer asked. He was short and thick, his balding blond hair decorating his shiny head and his sausage fingers were writing and pointing at paper.

The boy just blinked as he spoke uncomprehensively. He know he was speaking, just not what he was saying.

"I asked you what your name is," The man grumbled.

The boy just sat still not liking the way the man was acting hoping they would just let him go.

"Can you understand me?" The man asked.

The boy just stared at him blankly causing the man to sigh. He pointed to his chest and said very clearly. "Harold Colligans."

The boy blinked and understood what he was asking. He did not know why he figured out how easily he picked up the question but he shrugged it off.

The boy pointed to his chest, mocking the older male. "F-fwee- Fwee- k. Freak." He managed to say so quietly Harold almost did not hear him.

To say the man was surprised would be an understatement. His fat face turned red with anger and disgust reminding 'Freak' of his adoptive mother and her fat ugly face.

He shuddered at that and looked away, not wanting the police man to notice his reaction. Unfortunately he did.

"Let's get you to an orphanage and a teacher." The man said. He made a quick call and led the boy to a waiting room and explained what the teacher would be for.

Alana Syucro was a 25 year old former educator who taught kids with disabilities and who spoke many different languages. She would be helping the boy catch up on his social skills or at least attempt to. The child had already missed many milestones and would have a challenging time learning.

She was the best though and if anyone could help him, she could.

An hour later a young woman rushed in and greeted the officer. She was quite pretty with long black hair and pale skin. Her big blue eyes observed the boy for a moment before exchanging in a quick conversation with Harold.

"This is Alana, she will be your teacher from now on," Harold introduced after a quick conversation with her. "Alana, this is the boy I talked to you about."

Alana gave him a friendly smile and held out her hand, the boy hesitantly took it and moved his arm slightly. Alana gave him a warm smile and led him out of the station.

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"Gregory is a cute name." Alana sighed as that name was rejected as well. "How about Dennis?"

The boy shook his head.

Alana frowned and crossed the last name off of her list and stood. They had spent the past three hours attempting to have the boy speak and occasionally throwing in random names to see how the boy reacted. She had to say he was a quick learner though she assumed it was his young age that helped him learn.

She had at first tried teaching him English but the boy could barely say anything other than 'Freak' and 'Sorry Master' so she switched to a more productive language. Sign language.

"How about you think of names and I'll think of names and we can decide tomorrow." She offered.

The boy nodded and stood from his chair. She drove him to a large brick building with a large iron fence either there to keep people out or keep the kids in. The boy had a feeling it was the latter.

Alana took him by the hand and enter through large wooden doors. She led him to a desk and waited for a moment until she could gain the woman behind the desks attention.

The woman was on the phone, she had messy brown hair and plain brown eyes that flickered at the boy annoyedly as if she hated the thought of more brats to look after.

She forced a smile and said a polite hello to the boy before dismissing Alana saying the station already called in and sorted the boys information out.

Alana bid him a goodbye and left.

The boy looked up at her and waited for her to do something. When she just ignored him and went back to her work he decided to go off and explore for himself.

He followed the hallway and stilled as loud voiced sounded. He followed the voices and found himself at door. Slowly he pushed inside and peaked around.

It was noisy and the boy did not like it. He backed out of the room and made it to a silenter area only to pause as he heard someone following him. After a year on the streets his ears could pick out the softest sounds. He turned to face his stalker but no one was behind him.

"I must commend you. No one else has ever noticed my presence before." The boy turned to see an older boy standing in front of him. He was handsome with olive skin and dark hair and eyes.

The boy turned and watched the older carefully. The older boy extended his arm, "My name is Tom. What's your's?"

The boy shook his hand after a bit of hesitation. Then he shrugged and looked at Tom curiously.

"You don't know your name?" Tom asked confused trying to dissect what the boy was trying to say.

The boy shook his head and looked at Tom expectantly.

"Well then, I guess I'll name you. You are Syren now. Okay?" Tom says after thinking for a while.

The boy looked at him curiously.

"Sirens are mystical creatures that draw people to the ocean with their beauty and voices. Then they drown their victims and eat them."

The boy blinked and shrugged.

"Okay, your name is Syren now. I'll call you Sy."

The boy nodded eagerly at Tom. He looked up at the taller boy and grabbed his hand looking up at him with wide green eyes.

"Sy!" The boy smiled happily clutching the older boys arm. He nuzzled Tom's arm and memorized the older boy's scent.

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"You're both FREAKS!"

Tom held his Sy against his chest in a futile attempt to protect him as the older kids beat them.

"I heard the small one can't even talk! He must be stupid!"

Syren pressed his small body against the older boys. For some reason whenever he was around Tom his soul seemed happier and he felt less pain. Like they were linked or something.

Tom gasped as he felt Sy shake beneath him and stared at the bright green light that emerged from the boy. The light never touched him but it did touch their bullies. They fell down and never got up. Not that either boy cared. They simply took the corpses and threw them in the lake before returning to the orphanage.

Little did they know that Sy's accidental magic got them noticed.

His name was Albus Dumbledore. He walked right into the orphanage the next day and talked to Sy. Just Sy, not even sparing Tom a glance.

The Dumbledore figure took Sy away from Tom so he could speak to him in silence. That's when Tom had his spur of accidental magic. Wind forced the older man back and away from the four year old he had come to adore. The six year old ran up to Sy and pulled him close and glared coldly at the man with the the silly name.

Tom had no idea why but it caught Dumbledore's attention and before they knew it both were being told farewells and listened to promises of seeing him soon before he just disappeared.

That one visit caused more visits by equally strange people. All of them wishing to adopt one of the beautiful boys that caught Dumbledore's attention but none willing to adopt both. Tom was too old for some of their tastes while no one wanted a mute child.

Then Cyprian Malfoy came in one day. Silence falling over all the children as they witnessed the blond man stroll in proud and tall. He was what every orphan in this dreaded placed wanted. Wealth and power and that is what he screamed.

When he cast a glance at Tom and Sy he nodded to himself as if they were acceptable. "I want those two."

The orphanage woman just stared at him and went on her speech that turned every other possible parent away.

They were freaks and loners. The smaller one is too stupid to speak and the older one is cold as ice.

Cyprian Malfoy just ignored her and pulled something out of his coat and pointed it at her. The kids stared as the woman they all had their lives in fainted. Chaos erupted and kids ran attempting to get away from the 'bad man'.

Tom pushed Sy behind him but otherwise stayed where he was.

The blond man kneeled in front of them. "Come with me."

Sy giggled at the opportunity to be adopted with his beloved Tom and jumped into the blonde's arms. Tom carefully took the man's hand. There was absolutely no way he would leave Sy.

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Life became much different for the two boys. When Cyprian had first brought them to his mansion he told them that he was not adopting them because of something about tainted blood but because they caught his master's eye.

His name was Gellert Grindelwald. He was dubbed as a dark lord but neither of the orphans cared much. They were just happy to be away from the dreaded hellhole and safely together.

Cyprian lived with his wife Claudia Malfoy nee Black who was a pretty trophy wife who seemed a bit insane in everyone's opinion and their six year old son Abraxas.

Abraxas was a pretty boy with perfect blond hair and blemishless skin. He looked quite like a porcelain doll and a smaller version of his father leading both boys into believing the entire family acted as perfect as they possibly could and were hiding something important.

Also the family was for weak beautiful smart trophy wives for all the other families to desire after.

Pollux Black lived there as well from time to time in between his very busy job. He is hardly ever there and wanted his spouse and children looked after. His wife Irma Crabbe was definitely not a trophy wife. She was, for lack or a better word, ugly and quite dumb. Tom witnessed first hand how she tried reading a book. She was staring at the same page for five hours before Tom decided to tell her that the book was upside down.

She was nice though and made the kids homemade cookies that tasted much better than any house elf could ever dream.

Her daughter Walburga was the oldest out of all the children being 13 and already engaged to her cousin Orion Black. Alphard was the second oldest being 11 and then Cygnus being the youngest at 9.

They all served under some great man who was going to help shape a new world through horrible means.

Tom and Sy couldn't see it in them to care.

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Tom and Sy were given two rooms on arrival. Sometime throughout the night Sy would sneak out of his room and into Toms bed.

That was how they found them one night.

They were supposed to meet the Dark Lord today. Not that either boy knew that until they were rudely awoken in the middle of the night. Sy just allowed Claudia to carry him there since he had no desire to wake up so early. Tom let Cyprian carry him though he was wide awake at the thought of meeting such an idolized person. Abraxas went with his cousins since they were not in the inner circle group.

They entered a dark hallway and Tom struggled to stay awake. He blamed his small body for not being able to handle being up so late as he felt himself nod off.

They entered a bright room filled with masked figures.

Sitting in the middle of the room was a young blond man with a friendly smile on his face.

Tom nuzzled his head into Cyprian's neck as the pure power radiating off the man hit him. This man had power and it was hard not to notice.

"Is this them?" A crystal clear voice rang through the room causing many to shiver. "The rumors are true then? These two boys hold much power."

Tom forced himself to remain calm and collected as Cyprian put him no more than five feet ahead of the Dark Lord. Syren was placed besides him just yawning cutely and rubbing his eyes.

"Hello there," Gellert said with a fake smile.

Sy just glared up at him for interrupting his sleep and ran up to him. He punched him in the leg earning quite a few gasps.

Gellert raised his wand, "Crucio!."

Syren glared and moved out of the curses range easily. He was not one to mess with when angry. He read in the manor a lot of books and observed the adults carefully.

Sy just climbed onto the man's lap and cuddled to his chest before falling back to sleep.

Tom blinked, not really surprised at Sy's behavior. He climbed into Gellerts lap as well and pulled Sy close to him. He fought sleep off for about as long as he could, which was about a minute, before falling into a deep slumber.

Gellert could feel their power and potential that it was almost scary.

They would be very helpful to him though so he decided to allow them to use him as a pillow. He would establish dominance over them at some later point.

Maybe when Sy's puppy dog eyes weren't looking at him or when Tom's intimidating glare wasn't directed towards him.

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