Serpent Child

“Albus, are you sure you want to leave him here? I watched these people all day and they´re the worst muggles possible!” Minerva McGonagall looked at her old friend and superior doubtfully. “Lots of wizarding families would be glad to raise him!”

“These people are the only relatives he has left. He has to stay with them.” Albus Dumbledore stooped to lay the bundle he was holding on the doorstep of number 4, Privet Drive.

“I don´t think so, Albus.”

The old wizard turned around. “Cornelius! What a surprise! Shouldn´t you be organising the victory celebrations?”

“It is seen to,” the young minister for magic reassured the older man. “But my most noble duty this night is to find a proper place for our saviour, of course. I will not be remembered as the minister who left Harry Potter with muggles.”

“These muggles are his only living relatives,” Dumbledore pointed out.

“Albus,” replied Minister Fudge with an apologetic smile, “they may be that, but Lily Potter´s estrangement with her muggle sister is legend. No witch or wizard in their right mind would believe that she wanted her son to end up with that person.”

“Cornelius...” the old wizard started weakly.

“Cornelius is right for once,” Minerva stopped her colleague. “Harry Potter can´t stay with these people, and as I said, finding a family who will take him will be a piece of cake.”

The minister nodded and took the sleeping baby from a reluctant Albus Dumbledore.

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Wow! A page 1 re-write of the whole series! This oughta be fun!

“I insist on a hearing of the full Wizengamot!” Albus Dumbledore glared at the young minister. “This,” he motioned at the room at large, “is not acceptable.”

“Albus, I appreciate your concern, really,” replied the minister, speaking up to be heard over the wails of the baby held by a young ministry employee in the background. “But the ministry is not equipped to care for a baby for several days or even weeks! The child needs a family, and he needs it now!”

“May I remind you that he´d be sleeping at his aunt´s house, weren´t it for your interference!” grumbled the older wizard. “As I said, I insist on a hearing. Get them away from the parties, if you must. But this,” again he motioned at the room at large, “can not be allowed to happen.”

“Now, Albus,...” the minister turned and looked at the man behind him for help.

“If I may, Cornelius,” Lucius Malfoy stepped forward. “Headmaster Dumbledore.” The blond wizard hinted a bow. “I wouldn´t try to get the child without a hearing weren´t it for the boy´s distress. Let me assure you that young Mr. Potter will be well cared for.”

“I will not agree to Harry Potter be given to a deatheater!” Albus Dumbledore stood his ground.

The blond wizard stopped the minister from interfering on his account with a raised hand. “Headmaster, neither am I nor was I ever a deatheater! The minister himself will vouch for me!”

“Of course, of course, Lucius! Albus, only last week Lucius made a huge donation for St. Mungo´s. His untiring work to help the victims of You Know Who´s attacks is well known! He´s one of the best respected members of the wizarding community.”

“And, as I may point out,” continued Lucius Malfoy, “one of the best apt to foster one Harry Potter. Forget your hatred for just a minute, headmaster. I can offer a father and a mother as well as a brother to young Harry. I have the financial means to ensure he will never want for anything and my position within the community will grant him access to the highest social circles.” He smiled.

“You see, Lucius is the best choice.” Cornelius Fudge beamed at the headmaster.

“But...” started Albus Dumbledore.

“If babbling about deatheaters is your only objection, I´ll bring my foster-son home now,” Lucius Malfoy interrupted. He looked at the headmaster with a broad smile and a raised brow. “Well, as it´s settled, I will be back for the paperwork tomorrow.” He went over to the young witch holding the baby and took it with the certain moves of a man used to holding a child. “I got you, little one. Everything will be alright.” He cooed over the baby, who stopped his racket to look at the foreign man.

“Good bye, gentlemen.”

Lucius Malfoy turned in a flourish of robes and left.

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Oh my Goodness! Harry being raised with the Malfoys. That could be worse then the Dursleys! Looking forward to more.
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Harry being raised with the malfoys?

unexpected i must say!
I like this idea!

Hmmm I like were this could go...keep me posted :)

Kimmy

OHHHHHHHHH I love this. Hary being rasied by the malfoys. This is going to be differnt and new. Looks forward for more to come.

This is great!! Such an interesting twist. Could you please add me to your stalk list. I'd very much like to hear the rest of this.

Interesting thought - Harry raised in the Malfoy family *grins*
Like the name of the story. First I thought he'll be raised by a certain potions master. At least he'll now be pampered by same ...

Lucius kicked the door open, his arms wrapped around the now sleeping child.

“Dobby!”

The elf appeared with a crack.

“Master!”

The creature bowed, its nose touched the floor.

“How may Dobby assist Master?”

“Stop babbling and take him!” Lucius shoved the sleeping child at the creature.

“Oh! Another young master!” breathed the elf, staring down at the sleeping boy reverently. “Young master is hurt!” He pointed one of his long fingers at the boy´s forehead. “Does Master want Dobby to heal young master?”

“Don´t you dare!” cried Lucius. “This is Harry Potter. He will live with us. Prepare one of the smaller guest rooms. Make it a nursery.”

“Dobby will make it a great nursery!” promised the elf and padded off towards the marble staircase leading to the upper floor.

“Dobby!” cried Lucius. “We need something practical! Don´t exaggerate! A cot and a wardrobe will do.”

“No trunk for toys?” asked the elf, his ears hanging.

“A small one.”

The elf beamed at his master before he proceeded upstairs.

“What is that racket about?” Lady Narcissa stepped out of the parlour. “Lucius, you should know better than to shout in this house at this time of the day! Draco´s asleep!”

“I´m sorry, love,” apologized the master of the house. “I had to give Dobby instructions.”

“Instructions?”

“For the boy.”

“What boy? What have you done now?” Lady Narcissa didn´t wait for an answer, but hurried upstairs, following the low voice of the house elf assuring somebody that it was going to give him the most beautiful nursery. When she reached the door of the blue guest room, she stopped short. On the bed lay a sleeping baby.

“Lucius,” the lady said icily, “whose is this baby? Explain!”

The wizard stood behind his wife and wrapped an arm around her waist. She wriggled free. “I demand an explanantion! Now! Where does this child come from? Who is the mother? And why dare you bring your illegitimate offspring to my house?”

“My illegitimate...” spluttered Lucius. “How can you think that of me, beloved. I will work harder to ensure you of my devotion in the future! This is no child of mine! It´s Harry Potter!”

“Harry Potter?”

“The child who was orphaned when he vanquished the Lord.”

“Vanquished the Lord? And wasn´t his mother a mudblood? Lucius, why would you bring such a creature to our home?” The witch watched the house elf pick up the sleeping baby carefully and transfigure the bed into a cot.

“Narcissa, beloved! This child will be considered the saviour of the wizarding world by those fools celebrating the Lord´s downfall! Just think of the prestige that will come with fostering him!”

“I can see that,” admitted the witch, “but I don´t like Draco to grow up with a filthy half-blood.”

“Let´s not see our little guest as the half-blood he is, but as our ticket to the highest circles of society. The doors our money won´t open, this little guy will. Think of the opportunities for Draco!”

“You may have a point, Lucius,” admitted the witch. She snuggled up to her husband and allowed his arm to sneak around her waist. “For Draco´s sake, we will put up with the little brat.”

Lucius pressed a kiss at her temple. “I knew that you would understand.” He beamed at his young wife.

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BornEvil, I added you to the stalk list. Be warned, I have only one. So you´ll be stalked to all my stuff. If it gets too much, just tell me and you shall be removed.

Oho - that's really interesting, I though he'd be pampered, but he will be treated nearly Dursley-ish :)

If the rest of your stuff is anything like this, being on your stalk list will come in handy.
Still loving this story, I totally thought the Malfoy's would spoil Harry as they did Draco, but this makes much more sense.

OHHHHH this is going to be very good. e still is going to be treated very badly.can not wait For more to come.

Hmmm, that's interesting! Keep stalking me, I'll follow along!

Cool this seemes interesting.
Keep me stalked

This is very interesting!¬

I am really enjoying this newest creation of yours,

keep up this awesome work!!

Ohhh my very interesting start to a story! I like it!

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Very cute start Auriga! I'm looking forward to how different Harry might turn out trying on Lucius'... er... narcissa's lingerie!

Seriously though, very nice!

Harry Potter slept the morning away in his new cot. The night had been exhausting for the little child. First, the ride on the magical motorbike, then the apparition to the ministry, more than an hour held clumsily by a ministry undersecretary while men quarrelled nearby and finally the apparition back to his new home, Malfoy Manor.

When the child woke, he made himself heard with a loud, irritated howl. Above his little bed was a high, white ceiling instead of the mobile of stars and snitches he was used to. Harry was in a room he didn´t know.

A loud crack announced the presence of somebody. A greenish creature, with large yellow eyes and pointed ears, looked into the cot.

“Hello, master,” Dobby greeted the crying baby. “Dobby is to bring young master downstairs to mistress and young master Draco.” The small servant stood on tiptoe to lift the baby out of the cot.

As soon as he was freed of his confinement, the little boy wiggled to get free of the elf. Dobby did his best to hold the baby wizard, but had to give up soon. Harry padded out of the room on his besocked feet, the house elf on his heel. Dobby hurried after the child and grabbed his hand just in time before he reached the staircase.

“Let me assist you, young master!” cried the elf and overtook the small child to proceed him on the stairs. With a lot of babbling and coaxing the elf navigated the toddler down the stairs and to the parlour, where Lady Narcissa played with her own son, Draco.

“Mistress, Master Harry is awake,” the elf announced when they entered the room.

“As if I could have overheard that,” huffed the witch. “Draco, darling, come here.” She offered a teddy bear to the little boy, who was as blond as herself and her husband. The child accepted the toy and sat by her feet to examine it closely. “Now show me that boy.”

The house elf coaxed the black-haired boy towards the witch. The boy stood in front of the woman and looked at her curiously.

“He looks like a common peasant, with his hair sticking up all over the place. Why didn´t you brush it, Dobby?” snapped the witch.

“Dobby is terribly sorry, Mistress,” howled the little elf, grabbed a toy and hit himself with it. “The young master was so eager to come down here, Dobby could barely follow!”

“You will brush the child´s hair in the future before he´s allowed to leave his room. If anybody saw him like that, they´d think we neglect him! Oh no, you don´t!”

Harry had sat down beside Draco and had tried to take the other boy´s teddy bear. Lady Narcissa snatched the bear from the boy and gave it back to her son. Harry wailed at his loss. Draco watched the new boy with interest and after a little while decided he didn´t want him to cry. The blond boy held out his teddy bear to the other child.

Harry sniffed and took the toy from the blond boy. He reached behind him and took one of the toys lying on the floor and – in exchange for the bear – offered it to Draco, who took it with a giggle.

Lady Narcissa watched the exchange in surprise and ordered Dobby to bring some food for their new charge.

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This is really good...Maybe Draco wont be such a prat if he grows up with Harry...

and Maybe Harry will become a git...who knows but I like what I am reading...

Kimmy

Wow Harry And Draco playing nicely together, never imaged that happing in a million years.and they both are shareing too. very good HappyAuriga!!!!!! looks forward for more to come.

Aww i'm thinking that maybe draco wont be so horrible when they grow up together or maybe harry will be bad hmm.. :) Wonderful as always.

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