AN: I love you guys so much! Thanks for the faves and all the follows (*). Sorry for that disappearing act but my final exams were going down this term. Now only less than two weeks until school is over for the year!!!!!!!!! Last exam f*ed me up today. EMS is no child's play. Six Invigilators and CCTV...
AN: Bacia Eterno is ITALIAN for 'Kisses Eternal' at least that's what my dictionary says...
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I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER.
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Chapter Two:
Now Let's Rewind This
Back To The Beginning
Alessio: Hello, you must have been confused about the scene in the Great Hall, and you must be wondering 'How the fuck did that mess go down?'.
Well...not in those exact choice of words, but somewhere along the lines of it. Well, even though I don't feel like sharing with the Slytherin-Ravenclaw Squad, I'll tell you. It all started when I had avoided staying at my personal hellhole...After my stupid Muggle relatives had conveniently FORGOT ME at the Platform. Well, except Dudley...
Malik: As if I don't have one too, Mr Goody-Goody. Augusta was horrible.
Alessio: Shut it, Mal. I know that you're still mad over the fact that I tattled on you to your Mum when you tried to wrestle a rogue centaur.
Malik: Yes bitch, I am. Now let's carry on with the bloody story...
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30 June 1996
Location: Kings Cross Station
A very depressed looking Harry James Potter and Neville Franklin Longbottom disembarked the Hogwarts Express with heavy hearts after they had had finished saying their goodbyes to their friends, really not looking forward at all to their summers.
They waited and waited for their respective relatives to pick them up, but no one showed. Harry had suggested that they cross to the Muggle side when it got dark. They had been waiting far too long for their relatives. No one was at the station anymore. Only a few Muggles milling about, all the cafes and kiosks were closed.
So they sat on a bench, eating a small portion of some of the food that they had bought on the train.
'You know, Gran had always threatened to leave me alone at the Platform, but I had never thought that she would actually like, you know. . .do it.'Neville mumbled softly to Harry.
Harry gave the boy a grim smile. 'I, on the other hand, always knew that this day would come. My Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon always hated me. My cousin on the other hand seemed to actually, I don't know...like me for a change. And for some reason, he really hated being in the same room as either of his parents the whole summer before Fifth Year began. Something must've happened while I was away...' the raven hair said. He carried on munching on a Pumpkin Pastie.
'Everything would have been better if only both our parents were okay. Yours are dead. Mine have been driven bonkers. Both of us have been oppressed for years, suffering abuse from the people who are supposed to care about us...'Neville stated sadly.
Emerald eyes met chocolate brown as they clouded over. 'Why is it always us that have to suffer?'Harry murmured.
'You won't have to any longer,'a smooth voice spoke from behind them before both boys' vision faded to black.
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THIRD PERSON
The black haired boy felt someone dabbing at his face with some cloth, gently singing a sweet lullaby softly in a hypnotic voice as he regained consciousness. He didn't open his eyes, fearing that if he did, the person would end their beautiful song.
"I know that you're awake. I won't bite you. Well—I could bite you if I really, really wanted to,"a soft voice spoke with an amused tone.
Emerald eyes snapped open to see a pair of impossibly round neon blue eyes framed by long black eyelashes that reminded him of the waters of the Bahamas or Mauritius colors like the ones in Aunt Petunia's travel catalogues.
Harry wasn't sure if the stranger was a man or a woman, since his softer yet still angular facial features made them look androgynous. Chestnut brown hair cascaded like a flowing river down to their back, held back by a silver ribbon in a ponytail at the nape of the person's neck.
Their lips were a pretty rose petal shape that could break hearts if ever set into even the slightest hint of a pout, their color almost like a rich wine. Their nose a strong aristocratic one.
Their skin tone was paler than even Harry's already was, literally appearing as white as snow. The person was decked out in precious gems, from the bandy jewel flower crown on their head to the gold blood diamond encrusted belt around their curvy waist.
The stranger wore a pale yellow Victorian era corset dress with flowing white sleeves that went all the way to their elbows. On their feet they wore nothing, bottle green nail polish decorating their nails.
All in all, they were simply stunning.
"Am I dead? Because I think I just saw an Angel,"Harry said with a smirk.
The stranger's elegant eyebrows arched. "Your pickup lines are so cheesy, my dear. You need to work on them better if you wanna get into someone's pants. And I highly, HIGHLY recommend that you don't attempt your nonsense with me,"they said with a posh English accent that was marred with some other accent.
'Where on earth am I?"Harry asked as he looked around a luxuriously furnished bedroom with a color scheme of green, cream and gold. It was rather pleasing to the eye.
'Italy,'the stranger informed him in an innocent voice that deceived no one.
"WHAT?!"
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NEVILLE
I opened my eyes to find myself face to face with a beautiful woman with curly dark brown hair and wild purple eyes that seemed to penetrate (hehe) deep into my soul.
'Hello there!'she whispered softly to me in a voice that I felt something within me tell me to recognize it, but I just couldn't place where I had heard it before. It was as unreachable as a distant memory.
'Um—Uh, hullo?'I stuttered out, my face turning red from embarrassment. The woman's plump ruby lips twisted into a smirk. Her curly hair flowed down to the base of her tailbone, she wore a glittery dark blue Victorian corset dress and had a belt made of the finest jewels wrapped around her tiny waist. Her fingers had numerous rings, her hair braided with ribbons. She looked like those Disney Princess people I had heard Lavender tell Parvati about.
That picture faded as soon as she opened her mouth.
'You're just so cute, I could just eat you up,'she whispered even more quietly, her voice turning slightly guttural at the end. And that caused me to squeak.
'Don't eat me, please! I-I probably don't even taste nice! I'm all pudgy and whatever!' I said in a panic.
The woman gave me tinkly laugh that instantly calmed me down and spoke. 'Silly child, I was just joking!'she said through peals of giggles.
'I knew that. I was just playing along!'I retorted with a red face.
'Sure you did, Luv. Sure you did.'
Then I look around the royal blue, silver and black room, taking in its luxurious image.
'Where am I?'I asked the woman.
'Italy,'she said bluntly.
'COME AGAIN?!'I exclaimed, not believing what I heard.
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HARRY
'What do you bloody mean that I'm in ITALY, you nutter?!' I yelled.
The stranger said nothing to me and only handed me a long piece of parchment.
I began to read and what I saw, I absolutely did not like.
Dear King and Queen Riddle-Tepes of Vampires,
We have finally located your son after nearly fifteen long years after he was taken away from the Queen along with the King two days after he was born.
We had to try and use some underhanded tactics with the Goblins of Gringotts but eventually we had gotten the information we needed.
Below the letter is a false and true birth certificate of your Prince.
Your loyal subjects,
Liliana Quinn Hawthorne
and Peter Jakob Pettigrew
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BIRTH CERTIFICATE (1)
Name: Harry James Potter
D.O.B: 31 July 1980
Age: 15
Father: James Charlus Potter (deceased)
Mother: Lily Quinn Potter nee Evans (deceased)
Siblings: None
Grandfather: Charlus Alexander Potter (deceased), Tadeus Aaron Evans (deceased)
Grandmother: Dorea Calypso Potter nee Black (deceased), Quinn Patrician Evans nee Hawthorne
Godfather: Sirius Orion Black(deceased)
Godmother: Alice Melinoe Longbottom nee Montgomery (mentally unstable)
Creature Inheritance: None
Mate: None
Core: Light (Merlin Level)
Magical Talents:
Metaphormagus: 25%
Hereditary Blocks: (placed Albus P. B. W. Dumbledore)
Animagus: 100%
Metamorphmagus: 75%
Parseltongue: 40%
Wandless Magic: 100%
Occlumency: 80%
Creature Inheritance: 100%
Potions in system: (given to by Albus Dumbledore)
Loyalty to the Light
Amortentia: keyed to Ginevra Weasley
Distrust of Slytherins
Nutrient Siphoner
Kiss of Death: to activate at age 18
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BIRTH CERTIFICATE (2)
Name: Alessio Khalil Riddle-Tepes
D.O.B: 31 July 1980
Age:15
Father: Jamison Carlo Tepes (alive)
Mother: Tomlinson Marvolo Riddle-Tepes (alive)
Siblings: Maedrian North Riddle-Tepes, Dante Lukariah Riddle-Tepes [Dudley Vernon Dursley](Triplet brothers)
Grandfather: Carlo Alessio Tepes (alive), Thomas Alan Riddle (Deceased)
Grandmother: Delta Calypso Tepes nee Black(alive), Merope Atiya Riddle nee Gaunt (alive)
Godfather: Sirius Orion Prince-Black(alive)
Godmother/Aunt: Liliana Quinn Hawthorne (alive)
Creature Inheritance: Royal Vampire
Mate: Draconian Lucien Malfoy (1/4 Submissive Veela)
Core: Dark (Off the charts)
Magical Talents:
Wandless Magic
Hypnosis
Shape Shifting
Parseltongue
Telepathy
Levitation
Shadow Walking
Necromancy
Blocks: BROKEN
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'What is the meaning of this?' I hissed to the stranger.
Their calm demeanour was replaced by a really weepy one. 'You're my son!'they sobbed into their small hands.
I was surprised. Tell me how a dangerous as fuck Dark Lord was supposed to be my real mother?! He tried to kill me at least seven times already! And I have a twin?! My dad, grandmother and grandfather are ALIVE?! I'm supposed to be a VAMPIRE?! This situation was just getting too ridiculous (Riddikulus) now!
As I was too busy fuming silently, two people came bursting into the room. They both were very tall males and both had long inky bluish black hair. The younger looking one had these strange neon blue eyes like the apparent Dark Lord sitting across from me but the rest of his face looked too much like the taller man's
The difference was that the other man's eyes were a strange topaz color. He rushed over to the still weeping brunette with an unbelievable speed and cradled him into a small ball snuggled between his arms.
The blue eyed boy gave me a lopsided grin and spoke with a soft voice:
'So...I see that Madre given you the birth certificates?'he said with an awkward English accent laced with something else.
I gave him a 'what do you think, genius?' kind of look.
He gave a nervous chuckle. 'So...um, hi? My name's Maedrian...But you can call me Mae. If you like! That is...I'm not not pushing you to! Perfectly fine if you don't want to! Uh—!'
'Mae-Mae you're babbling again,'the topaz eyed man said with a fond smile as he stared at me, his eyes filled with glee.
The other boy blushed a faint red at that. 'Oops.'
The man grinned at me some more before saying:
'Hello. My name is Jamison. You can call me Jami if you want until you get comfortable...'
The "if you ever do" wasn't hard to detect in the air.
Finally Riddle lifted his head from Jamison's arms and looked at me with apologetic eyes.
'I'm pretty sure that you know me, Harry...'
'Please don't call me that,'I said sharply. After all he had done? No fucking way.
He nodded silently. 'What do you wish me to address you as?'he asked.
'For now? Nothing. I wish not to speak to you.'
'I guess that I should be going...'Riddle mumbled sadly before managing to get out of Jamison's arms and rushed out of the room at a simply impossible speed.
'You shouldn't be so hard on him, Harry...'Jamison whispered.
That just made me angry. 'Why should I not be! He made my life a living hell for five YEARS! He nearly killed me SEVEN times—!'
'Two actually. He did not attack you at all after your second year. And he did not touch my cousin, Lils and I.'Jamison said.
What? He's James Potter?! You know what? I shouldn't be even surprised by this shit anymore.
'Then, pray tell, James, who did?'I asked snottily.
'Albus Dumbledore.'
No Harry. Stop being surprised now. This is your version of a normal day for you. I had told myself.
I inhaled deeply before speaking.
'So you're James Potter?'he said.
'Basically, yes.'
'Liliana is Lily Potter nee Evans. And she's your cousin?'
'Pretty much.'
'Dumbledore tried to get rid of you two why?'
'I had already started aligning the kingdom with the Dark Side. Tom and I were in the middle of negotiations. Dumbledore did not wish for it to happen, so, he took us out. But not for long. After you were born, Tom adored you and your brother so very much. When Lils, you and I were taken away, he was heartbroken and eventually found us...'
'Then what happened?' I asked.
'That is for Tom to tell you as I do not know of what had happened then.'
I felt a strong twinge of guilt weighing on my heart. Maybe I should give them a chance. But why did it take them so long to find me? Jamison knew about Liliana's sister. They knew where she lived. So why did they leave me to rot in my personal hell?
So that they could pamper their sweet 'Mae-Mae'?
He probably had a much nicer life than I did, lucky thing.
'Hn. Whatever. Can I please just go back to sleep?'
Maedrian's face fell and Jamison's became closed off as they left the room.
Tch. No matter what happened—I still can't get used to the fact that my whole world has been taken off its axis.
They have to earn my trust.