A/N: No beta, all mistakes are my own. Some warnings: mentions of non-con, slash, mpreg, language, character death, and Dark!Harry.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

"We can't just leave him." A dark haired man whispered sharply.

His companion shrugged. "I don't see why not. We don't know who he is and for all we know it could be Potter."

The dark haired man glared at his friend. "What would Potter be doing down Knockturn Alley?" The other man just shrugged again. "Plus, this boy looks too much like a Black to be Potter anyways."

The other man just gave him a meaningful glance. "Oh, so you've had a good look at Potter lately?" He shook his head, sighing tiredly. "I'll help you bring the boy, but if this causes trouble it'll be your head, not mine."

The dark haired man smiled brightly. "I knew you would see it my way, now come over here and pick him up, he's filthy, can't be getting my new robes dirty."

Snorting the larger man picked up the unconscious boy that someone had left to die. "Of course, him being filthy is the reason I have to carry him and not because your prissy little arms would break under the dead weight?"

Harper Montague's tinkering laugh filled the street. "What good is shagging a werewolf if they don't do all the heavy lifting?"

Fenrir Greyback's barking laughter was the only answer he received before the werewolf disapparated away. Harper followed seconds later.

He arrived in the entrance hall of the Dark Lord's manor, almost landing right on top of his lover and the unknown wizard they had just rescued. Ignoring Fenrir's smirk he started walking towards the infirmary, knowing that the werewolf was following, probably looking at his arse as well. He gave a little teasing wiggle as he pulled open the massive doors.

Narcissa Malfoy jumped up from the chaise she had been relaxing on as the infirmary's doors were pulled open to reveal Harper Montague coming through followed by Fenrir Greyback, who was carrying someone in his arms.

She was alert immediately as Fenrir got closer and she could see the condition the boy was in. "Place him on a bed Fenrir, Harper go and get Severus." She commanded quickly, ignoring Harpers indignant spluttering, and running every diagnostic spell she knew. Quickly reading the results, Narcissa hastily summoned the necessary potions that she had available and spelled them into his system. Even through the dirt and grime she could tell that his color was much better than even moments before. Just as she removed his clothing, Severus walked in, followed by Harper. "Oh good you-," the words died in her throat though as she gazed at the tattoos on her patients chest.

"Bloody hell, it is Harry Potter!" Harper yelled.

Severus Snape looked down at the boy, Potter apparently, who was lying unconscious in the Dark Lord's personal infirmary. None of this concerned him at the moment though, no what had his attention, and no doubt what had caused Narcissa to look so stunned was the heir tattoo on Potter's chest.

Narcissa seemed to be in shock, so it was left to Severus to make sure their Lord was made aware of the situation. He turned to the other occupants of the room. "Harper, go and inform the Dark Lord of what is happening, also mention that it is very important that he comes here as soon as he is able. Then go and find Lucius and Bellatrix, do not tell them what is happening, just bring them here." He ordered, glaring when the little idiot just stood there.

Harper glared at Severus. "What is with everyone bossing me around? Do I have a sign on my forehead or something? Did Draco curse me again?"

Snape mentally rolled his eyes and snarled. "No, now leave before I do curse you!"

Harper sent a wounded look at Fenrir for not saying anything in his defense, which only made the werewolf smirk at him. He left the room grumbling about shitty mates and greasy bats the whole way.

Severus just shook his head. Looking at Fenrir he asked, "Where did you find the boy?"

The werewolf smiled grimly. "In Knockturn Alley, behind Cock and Blow." Snape raised an amused eyebrow. Fenrir just smirked. "Harper is very adventurous." He said, answering the unasked question.

Snape chuckled, and then looked back down at Harry Potter. He was still dirty, probably from whatever he had been tossed in behind the sex shop, but Severus could tell that there was also a lot of blood covering the boy. The whole situation was surreal, and didn't really make sense. Severus knew that Harry Potter had been at his relative's home not even two days ago, so how had he ended up left for dead in Knockturn Alley?

Narcissa still seemed to be in a dazed shock, so with a flick of his wand Severus cast a very powerful diagnostic charm on Potter, and read the results, mentally listing everything he would need to brew. When he came close to the end of the very long sheet of paper, Severus nearly dropped it. He understood now why Narcissa's brain seemed to have oozed out of her ears. He wanted to shake his head in denial. Just as his thoughts were becoming a bit too much, the doors opened once again and the Dark Lord entered followed by Lucius, Bellatrix, and Harper.

Voldemort looked at the blank faces of Severus and Narcissa and wondered if Potter had cursed them somehow, why were they just standing there like that? Spotting Fenrir in the corner, he asked, "Did Potter curse them?"

Fenrir shook his head. "No my Lord, they were fine until they read his diagnostic results and saw his heir tattoos."

Voldemort walked closer to the bed, Lucius and Bellatrix following curious to see what was going on and why their Lord had mentioned Potter. There were gasps as they looked down and saw the tattoos. Instead of just the Potter crest, there was also the Black crest. In fact the more predominate crest was the Black one, which meant that a Black was Harry Potter's father, not a Potter.

Severus handed the Dark Lord the diagnostic results as soon as he finished reading the rest. He knew the moment the Dark Lord had seen the most shocking thing on the list when his head snapped up and he gazed at Potter just as questioningly and dazed as Narcissa still was.

Everyone else in the room was curious to what could shock their Lord so much, considering he didn't seem fazed about seeing the tattoos.

Harper's patience finally ran out and he petulantly demanded, "Well, what does it say that has all of you so freaked out?"

If it had been anyone other than the Dark Lord's godson, then there would have been a few Unforgivables thrown around, instead the Dark Lord just glared at Harper and received a cheeky smile in return.

Harper huffed and rolled his eyes, "If you're not going to tell me then I'll start guessing, and I really don't think any of you want that."

Everyone else all seemed to sigh exasperatedly at the same time at how utterly childish Harper was, but silently they were all agreeing with Harper's assessment, none of them wanted him to start guessing. The boy had the most morbid imagination, and he was always delighted to make the guesses as gruesome as possible.

Voldemort looked straight at Harper, and simply said, "It seems that Harry Potter was raped by his own father," he paused just to torture his godson a little, "and became pregnant."

Question: What should Harry have?

A. Twins

B. Boy

C. Girl

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