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Summary: Voldemort made a mistake and never attacked the Potters on Halloween night in 1981. As a result when Harry is three his mother gives birth to a baby boy on July 31, 1983. Seeing this child as the prophesied child, Dumbledore sends James, Lily, and baby Alexander into hiding. Not wanting Harry to be hurt, Lily reluctantly sends him to her sister; while staying there Harry is taken by Death Eaters as a bargaining chip for the Potters. During his stay with the Death Eaters Harry encounters a boy sealed in ice. Upon his return to his family, Harry notices that no one seems to be paying attention to him any more, no one save for a strange voice in the young Potter's head...

Warnings: Child Abuse, Near Rape (but no rape), Child Neglect, Morbid Thoughts, Mature Themes, Language, Implied Sex (not until much later), Blood and Gore, Slash/Yaoi/ Male and Male Relationships, Het/Heterosexual/ Male and Female Relationship, MPREG/Male Pregnancy, Character Death, OFC/ Original Female Character/ OMC/ Original Male Character, Alternate Universe

Pairings: Harry Potter/ Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black/ Remus Lupin, Lily Evans/James Potter, others to come

Spoilers: None

Disclaimers: I don't own Harry Potter and company. I am not making money off of this story; this is for pure enjoyment and experience. The plot however, does belong to me, and as such I ask that if anyone uses this plot to please give me credit. Any and all characters that are of my creation are mine; if one wants to use them please give me credit.

'Thoughts'

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'Telepathic Communication'

Spell and/ or Flashback

"Speaking"

Parseltounge

Last Time:

"I'll never forgive you." The emerald eyed boy whispered to the older man as the locks to the door could be heard coming undone.

"I never asked to be forgiven." Dumbledore replied.

Suddenly, the door was almost ripped off of its hinges as a purple faced man appeared. "What do you want?" He said rudely as he surveyed the old man's odd clothing.

"Mr. Dursley, I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, and this," he moved aside and waved to Harry, "is Harry Potter, your nephew."

"Harry is not your cub Lupin! You can't have children so stop trying to take ours!" Almost as quickly as Lily had uttered those words she wanted to take them back. A terrible shocked silence settled on the group. "Oh-oh gods, Remy I'm so sor-"

"Save it Potter." Remus' eyes flashed yellow. "I may not be able to give my mate a child like he deserves, but I know an unfit mother when I see one." The werewolf turned his back on his friends and walked out of the door.

"Make no mistake of this," Sirius said as too began to leave, "you will end up regretting the day you lost your reasoning for a few moments and let your son go. You may have abandoned your oldest child in favor of your youngest, but we won't."

Continuation:

Harry didn't know how long he had been in the cupboard under the stairs. Had it been hours, days, months, or even years? The small boy shook his head, 'No, not years. I'm still the same, small, me.' His chest swelled with a large sigh, but it ended as a wince of pain. His Uncle Vernon had been brutal that first day. Harry still had the bruises.

A shiver ran through the emerald eyed boy as he remembered that day. Dumbledore had been gone no more than a few moments, but Vernon had still lost control of his anger and his fists. Harry had made the mistake of loosing his grip on his treasure causing it to shatter on the ground, and Vernon, having already been stressed about the events of the day, let out his aggression on the small boy.

When Petunia finally was able to pull the over weight adult off of her nephew, Harry's chest and arms were bloody and bruised. Crocodile tears poured from forest green eyes as he shook with fear. Petunia, not knowing what else to do, grabbed Harry by his bloody arm and shoved him into the cupboard. She ignored his cries and pleas to be let out of the small, dark room.

"Vernon!" Harry heard his aunt shout, "Wha- what if one of those freaks comes back and sees what you've done? Who knows what they could to us, to our Dudley!"

Harry would practically hear his uncle pale and shake from the realization of what he had done. "An-an accident, that's what this was! Nothing more than an accident, should any one ask. Why, little Harry Porter, or whatever that blasted boy's name is, dropped a glass of water on the stairs, that fell down the stairs and into the glass shards." Vernon's voice had gone from shaky to confident in mere moments.

The young boy assumed that his aunt was nodding vigorously. "Y-yes, that's what happened, b-but we better patch him up, just to be on the safe side."

"Tomorrow," The fat man had dismissed, "let the boy live with a little pain, maybe his abnormality will disappear if he bleeds it out."

Harry didn't hear his aunt and uncle speak anymore, but he heard a loud shriek from a baby (which he assumed was his cousin). Soon after, the small boy felt plaster fall on him as two sets of heavy footsteps sounded from above.

It wasn't until a few hours later that Harry had gathered enough courage to pull out the shards of the crystal pyramid that were imbedded within his skin. He held back every yelp, cry, and scream of pain, in fear of waking his relatives. The final piece of crystal that Harry had pulled from his skin was the largest of the shards. It was about the size of his pointer finger, but it had gone in horizontally and had done little damage, though it was still bloody.

Emerald eyes couldn't help but stare at the large splinter of crystal. His blood still clung to it; although the crystal seemed to absorb the red liquid into itself. Swirls of red floated inside of the crystal, and young Harry couldn't help but wonder if his toy was suppose to be able to absorb his blood.

"A beautiful sight, isn't it young one?" A feminine voice hissed.

Harry jumped as much as his wounds would allow. "Who-who's there?"

"A friend young one, I'm a friend."

The small boy looked around, desperately trying to find the person whom he was talking to. "Are you going to help me?"

"Yes." Her hiss was long.

"Where are you? Why can't I see you?" Harry emphasized his point by turning his head in different directions.

Harry almost jumped as he felt something slither up his leg. "Such a beautiful boy," the small boy felt it slither further up his body, "A beautiful boy with beautiful blood. Why does the beautiful young one cry?" The voice was almost teasing.

"I-I hurt, I want to go back to my mummy and daddy." Harry made no movement when the creature nuzzled his jaw.

"Poor boy," something flickered quickly across Harry's cheek, "no one is here to care about the poor young one, no one at all."

For a moment all that could be heard was Harry's harsh breathing as he tried to keep his tears away.

"Do not cry young one. I know of someone who will take care of you."

Emerald eyes searched the small space frantically, trying to find the source of the voice. "Who would want me?"

Under his hand, Harry felt the smooth skin of the snake as she slithered further up his body. "There is a man with the element of ice under his control. His father is the servant of my former master. This man wants you, are you will to be his?"

"To be his, I will belong to him?"

There was a series of long hisses that Harry took to be the laughter of a snake. "Such a clever child you are. Yes, you will belong to him, but he will also belong to you. He can take away your pain; give you the family you want."

Harry's eyes brightened with hope. "He can give me back my parents and my brother?"

"No," the snake said,"you are the only one that can regain them. This man will help you create your own family, one that you can love and protect."

Being only three, Harry didn't quiet understand what the snake meant by creating his own family, but he accepted it none the less. "Who are you?"

"I am Avarice, daughter of Nagini, former servant of the Dark Lord Voldemort. I am here to protect and heal you until you are safe with your praesul." Avarice began to lick at the boy's right wrist, "Sleep now, young one. Tomorrow we shall speak again." Harry felt his eye lids become heavy; he felt a sharp pain in his wrist, then nothing.

"What are we going to do Sirius?" Remus whispered as he and his lover gathered their belongings into a never-full bag.

"We're going to find some place to live, and then we're going to look for Harry. Lily and James may be pricks right now, but they wouldn't send Harry anywhere where he wouldn't be safe." Sirius threw another pair of trousers half-harzardly into the bag. "They had no right to take our cub; we have no choice but to get him back."

'They won't let us keep him.' Remus pushed the thought away and helped his mate gather things to put in the bag. "I've always thought that Bath was a beautiful city."

The black haired man smiled at his lover's attempt to bring some cheer into the situation. "Then we shall go to Bath. I think that one of my uncles may have had an unwanted manor up there, maybe I can talk him into giving it to us." Sirius put the last of there belongings into the bag. "There, all done." He pulled out a sock that was set aside on the bed. "Let's go."

Remus reached out to touch the sock, but pulled away at the last moment. "Sirius," he spoke, locking his golden eyes to Sirius' blue eyes, "I know that this is the right thing to do, but is it a good idea to leave Lily and James? We've been friends for years; can we throw it away that easily?"

"No one ever said that this was going to be easy, Moony." Sirius whispered. "We may have been friends during Hogwarts with Lily and James, but they've changed. We've changed."

"Why did things have to change?"

"I don't know love. They have kids now; Lily's near death experience must have messed with something in both of their heads. Hopefully we can convince Wormtail to talk some sense into them."

Remus chuckled. "Could you imagine Peter trying to talk to James in our defense? He practically idolizes Pro-James!"

Sirius shook his head, "No, I'm sure that Wormtail will do the right thing."

The werewolf snorted, "You place too much faith in him." Sirius could hear the slight tinge of jealousy in his lover's tone.

Coming up to Remus, Sirius wrapped his arms around him. "No need to get jealous, lover, you know I'm only for you."

"Who said that it was you I was jealous of?"

A scoff filled the air. "Moony! I'm hurt-"

Remus grabbed the sock in Sirius' hand with a laugh, and activated the Port Key.

James stood outside the door that once led to Remus' and Sirius' room. He could do nothing but stare at the door. It had only been a day since their fight and only a few hours since they had left. There was nothing that James had wanted more to do than to go in and apologize to both of them and to beg for them to stay, but neither his dignity nor his pride would allow him to admit he was wrong.

James' biggest fear was to loose his friends and family to something that he could protect them against. Yet, James' biggest flaw was that his pride often blinded him to his friend's pain and/or feelings. He hadn't meant for any of this to happen. He hadn't meant to be forced to send his eldest son to his sister-in-law, and he hadn't meant to push his dearest friends into hating his wife and him. Things had just gotten out of his control.

A paler-than-normal hand reached up, about to open the door when it froze in mid-air. What was he going to do? Search the room for some evidence of where his friends might have gone? And what would happen if –when- he found them; would he beg for forgiveness or would he demand the swift return of his herd?

Was he wrong in not wanting to apologize to his friends and herd mates? Was he wrong for wanting to protect his wife and sons? Perhaps they had been right, what if Harry was safer with the herd than with his aunt and uncle?

'No!' James balled his fist, 'Dumbledore said that Harry would die if he were stay here, and that Alex would die with him. Harry is safe, he will be loved and when he is returned to us he will be every bit the light wizard that our family is known for. They will both live, and one day Harry will understand why we have done what we did.'

Sad chocolate eyes watched as his hand fell to his side and the door remained untouched. 'I can only hope, that one day, Moony and Padfoot will come to their senses and realize that this was all for the better.'

"James? James what are you doing?"

James turned his head as his wife rounded the corner. He tried to give her a smile full of the hope that he couldn't' feel, but she didn't return it.

"They're really gone aren't they?" she whispered as she wrapped her arms around her husband's waist.

"Yes." James replied as he wrapped his arms around his wife.

"I fear that they won't return to us James. What if we never see them again? Are we willing to throw away over a decade of friendship?" Lily unknowingly repeated Remus' concerns.

"Our home will always be open to them, and they know it."

"What about our son; what about our Harry? I'm afraid James, I'm afraid that we have done something horrible in allowing Dumbledore to take Harry to 'Tunia and her husband." Lily buried her head into her husband's chest and nearly began to sob.

"Don't worry about your sister and her husband. They're too afraid to do anything."

Avarice watched her human sleep. He was still small, at least compared to the other humans in the house. He couldn't have been older that Nagini's newest set of hatchlings. He was still vulnerable and her basilisk instincts demanded that she protect her adopted hatchling, even if she should die in the processes.

Avarice wrapped herself around her human as he shivered in his sleep. This boy was beautiful in her eyes, and she rarely found anything worth looking at a second time. In fact, he was the only being to have caught her eye since she had laid her first nest of hatchlings.

Something akin to a sorrowful sigh escaped the large snake's throat. Avarice still mourned for her first nest. Only a few weeks prior her nest had fallen victim to a deadly raid lead by her human's father. She hadn't been able to save any of her unborn hatchlings as she had been caged only moments after the first wizard had broken through the magical barrier surrounding her nest. Basilisks only bred once every fifty years, and in each nest there were never more than ten eggs, half of which would never hatch and over half of those that managed to hatch wouldn't survive to adulthood. Therefore, any hatchling that Avarice would have would be precious and protected fiercely.

With her hatchlings dead and no mate left to try and create a new nest (Avarice's mate had been captured only a few months before the raid), Avarice's life suddenly only had one goal: revenge. It had taken her weeks to locate the man responsible for her sorrow, but once she had Avarice had set off to kill the human's family much like he had killed hers.

The basilisk had been watching the house for any type of weakness that she could exploit when she had first caught sight of the young human. He had been outside hiding behind a tree from an adult human with dark hair and eyes and a gold werewolf. Avarice's first thought was to strike and kill the boy, but for some odd reason she was unable to do any type of harm to the child.

He was so full of the life that her hatchlings never had the chance to experience. He laughed often and hardly cried, his shiny ebony hair reminded her of the scales of her mate and his emerald eyes resembled the forest green eyes that her hatchlings would have had. She immediately felt a connection with him.

Avarice watched the beautiful human boy for a total of two days and nights before she returned to Voldemort to demand that he relieve her of her duties to him. It was only after her mother had entered the argument that the Dark Lord had agreed to let Avarice go on the condition that she would remain loyal to one of his followers. The young basilisk had chosen the son off Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, the child that was destine to spend the rest of his life at the side of England's most dark wizard; although the boy was encased in a stasis spell, he was still able to communicate with Avarice; this was a well kept secret.

Days passed before Avarice was finally able to enter the house that belonged to her human's family. She found it even harder to find the beautiful boy without anyone around him. It was only when the young boy had been left alone with his mother in the room filled with the scent of death, that Avarice was able to catch a glimpse of him.

He looked magnificent with his raw magic flowing about him and into his mother. Avarice knew then that this human would be perfect for the Malfoy boy encased in ice. Her human would provide strong hatchlings for her master, and her master would provide a loving and strong nest for her human. Avarice had decided in that moment that she would do anything and everything she could to bring the two away from those that wished to control them and to each other.

Her plans for uniting the two had almost been destroyed when an old, but powerful and dangerous, wizard took her human away from his nest. Avarice had just finished singing a song that she had heard the boy listen often to, she had been trying to comfort her beautiful human, when his parent's had taken a case, filled with her boy's belongings, and took her human away. She had barely been able to keep up with the speed of the machine that the wizards had sent her hatchling away in.

The other humans in this new nest had left the boy alone for the past day and a half, this the Basilisk could forgive as they could do nothing should they ever find her with the beautiful boy. She could strike them dead in an instant as none of the humans had any magic to stop her, and by the other humans leaving her hatchling alone, Avarice was able to properly take care of her newest reason for living.

Avarice held onto the sleeping boy and gave a snake-like kiss to his temple. She may have been able to forgive the humans that they were currently living with, but she would never forgive the human that were the sires of her human boy. They had done the unthinkable in abandoning their hatchling, but Avarice was more than willing to release them of their responsibility of caring for the boy and take over those responsibilities herself.

Lucius used to have only one dream, one goal, one mission in life, and that was to be as much like his father as possible. The blonde man could remember when he was a young boy and he would wait late into the night for his father to return from one of his 'secret' meetings. Even as a child, Lucius knew what his father was and who he served (though his father would swear up and down that no Malfoy bowed to any man), but that had just made the young and impressionable boy idolize his father even more. There was nothing else that Lucius wanted to be then to be like the cold, god-like man that was his father.

Lucius used to have only dream, one goal, one mission in life, but times change and so do people. A man that used to only have one dream now had two. He wanted nothing more than to live a long, wealthy, and happy life with his wife and young son, and Lucius wanted his son to be free of the fate that currently awaited him.

Lucius, though he was a man known for getting his way in just about anything and everything, knew that he would never be able to free his son from the fate that he was condemned to. The blonde man ran a hand through his hair, frustration making his body tense and mood bleak.

"Lucius," a soft voice came from behind the stressing man. Lucius turned toward wife; the woman was tall and she had a tragic beauty that became her once she had lost her only son.

"Narcissa," Lucius greeted his wife with a grim look.

Narcissa's dark blue eyes bore into her husband. "Is it done?" her voice was soft and there was a hint of desperation in it.

The blonde man was unable to keep his wife's gaze, and he dropped his eyes to the floor. "It has been done, the spell will stay in effect until-"

Crack! The sound of flesh hitting flesh rung through the air; Lucius' face was sporting a violent red mark.

"Bastard!" Narcissa's whisper was as effective as if she had been screaming at the top of her lungs. "How could you so this? Why did you do this? Do you realize what you have caused our son to suffer at the hands of your mud-blood lord! He was just a child! My baby!" broken tears were running down her beautiful face. "I will never forgive you, husband, and I only hope that our son dies before he can even imagine what you willingly gave him to!"

Lucius, though he knew that as a Malfoy he should have disciplined his wife, stayed silent as Narcissa ranted.

It was a few minutes later, when the silence had became almost palpable, Narcissa held her head up and her back straight as she walked past her husband. "Know this, husband; I will never bring another child into this hell. I won't let you harm another child as long as I live, and if I have to kill you to do this, then Merlin help me I will kill you."

Once his wife had walked out of the room, Lucius pulled in a shaky breath. His wife would never forgive his mistakes, his son would never forgive his mistakes, and Lucius doubted that he would ever forgive himself for this mistake. So, Lucius did the only thing he knew how to do, he locked his emotions away as his father had done before him. He would become every bit as cruel and cold hearted as the public believed him to be. He would gain the hate of his beloved wife and son.

He would become the Dark Lord Voldemort's perfect minion.