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Title: The Boy No One Knew Existed
Author: fasterleaner, a.k.a. Kai
Rating: PG-16, higher scenes will be friend-locked.
Length: Chapter 1/[?]
Year: 1/7
Warnings and Disclaimers: It's there before the story. I will only post it once. It can be found here. This link will also lead you to the soundtrack.
Summery: 11 years after Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort disappear, two unlikely boys find the weight of the world on their shoulders as everyone looks towards them to end this war. I bring you the seven years at Hogwarts of Harry Potter's son. Pre-Deathly Hallows. (I know, my summaries suck. I'll get a better one from someone who knows the entire plot and can actually write well.)
This chapter was edited by sensuifu. Give him love!
Chapter 1 - The Boy No One Knew Existed (And the Boy Everyone Thought Impossible)
Once Aiden had gotten onto the train, he didn’t know where to go. He knew only one person at Hogwarts. He started down the aisle, looking for the compartment she was in. He had to check several stuffed cabins before finally finding it, full of girls. He considered sitting in the compartment next to it, where he saw two or three boys that didn’t seem much older than himself. But the raven haired boy wanted familiarity, so he opted to join the older female amongst the horde of girls.
The long haired boy had managed to find an empty compartment towards the back of the train, isolated from the other students. Before the train really began moving, several students had wandered to the back to the train, peeking into the boy’s compartment searching empty room. Whenever someone tried to enter the compartment, he stared at them until they left, uneasy. Only one person had managed to stay, a silent, careful boy who didn’t even seem to look at the long haired boy, except when Mat sighed and gave up staring. Some people just didn’t see that others wanted to remain alone.
When the train got to the destined school, Kaylee all but dumped Aiden in front of the half-giant standing by the edge of the lake. He was way too glad to get away from the red haired girl he’d sat with; the constant chatter still echoed in his ears. The students were a long ways off from Hogwarts itself, but the young boy could almost see the beautiful castle behind the trees, on the far side of the lake. It seemed to stand higher than the stars, reaching for whatever lay beyond. Professor Hagrid, as Kaylee had addressed him, called out for all the first years to gather, and they rode the boats awaiting them at the shore’s edge across the lake, to the school. Aiden had long since been told not to bother figuring out what pulled the boats, or where they came from. He rode in near silence, as did the rest of the students. Only once did someone fall in, and he was quickly pulled out of the water, blond hair dripping. His wet clothes dripped along the ground when they landed.
The first years were bustled all too quickly into the Great Hall, straight to a singing, rugged hat sitting on top of a stool.
I may be just a hat to you
But to others I’m their pride
I’m a thinking cap, you see
From me there’s nothing you can’t hide
Be you a brave Gryffindor
With a will stronger then naught
Understanding of what’s right and wrong
For Gryffindors, a brave battle fought
Be you brilliant Ravenclaw
A mind and memory powerfully shaped
With such affinity towards knowledge
There is no boundary without an escape
Maybe you’re a Hufflepuff
Where lie the pure of heart
A truer friend you’ll never find
A loyalty that will never part
How ‘bout clever Slytherin?
Where the cunning ones remain
A planner if one ever was
One who knows the truth of pain
Four loyal houses come together
And join to form a brethren
Together a new dynasty is made
By such majestic men and women
So put me on, and try your luck!
See the house to which you belong
You can put your trust in this old hat
For I am never wrong!
The large room erupted in cheer as the hat finished singing. A tall, sturdy woman stood up to the stood, unraveling a long scroll from which she read aloud in a clear and commanding voice. The room stilled as the sorting began.
Ron and Hermione Weasly hadn’t told many that Harry Potter had a son. Mostly just family and close friends knew about Aiden; the world wasn’t ready for the son of a missing hero. All of their hopes that they thought the golden boy would fulfill would have fallen onto Aiden, and no one wanted him to be so responsible while he was so young. So when Professor McGonagall, still working as the Transfiguration teacher, called out - a small pause as she reread the name - “Potter, Aiden”, the entire room seemed to gasp. The raven haired boy went to sit on the stool, and put the hat onto his head.
A small voice started whispering in his ear. “I remember your father. A remarkable man, he was. He understood the purpose of the thinking cap, and I’m sure you’ll figure it out too.”
Just hurry up and sort me into anything but Slytherin. I can’t be Slytherin; it’d destroy everyone’s memory of my dad. Anything but Slytherin!
“Not Slytherin? Your father said the same thing, ‘Not Slytherin, not Slytherin’ over and over. You’d better be GRYFFINDOR!” The hat yelled the house name, and Aiden took the hat off. He set it back on the stool, and walked to the table far left, which had cheered the loudest at the house name. Aiden sat down between Bill and Flour Weasleys’ child - Kaylee - and a boy he remembered from the compartment next to his. He sighed relief as the sorting continued.
If Professor McGonagall paused at Aiden’s name, she simply gawked at this one. She finally managed to get it out, wondering if it was possible for this person to even exist.
“R-Riddle, M-Matthew”
As the long haired boy walked to the stool, he glanced again at the raven haired boy he’d seen getting on the train. This was the son of the man who took his father away? Mat didn’t allow himself to think long as the sorting hat was lowered over his head. He couldn’t trust where his thoughts would take him. Especially not into those eyes.
“You’re the son of Tom Riddle, aren’t you? It’s been so long since he was sorted. His blood still runs strong in your veins, though. The same blood of Salazar Slytherin. And,” the hat paused before speaking again, “something much more feral. So, I’d better put you in SLYTHERIN!”
Mat stood up as the hat was taken off, walking to the table that cheered for him. Second from the right, covered with children who resembled those cruel men he’d grown up around. Men he’d recognized as Death Eaters, who’d deemed it fit to continue on as if the Dark Lord had never disappeared. The long haired boy glanced at the boy who’d managed to stay in his compartment, a Ravenclaw named Balendin Hoder. Mat sat down at the end of the Slytherin table, where even the older students around him seemed to want to talk. Or at least get on his good side.
Times hadn’t changed from when Harry Potter had chosen to quit school. The dark side still had a lot of support - and more now that the golden boy was missing. Not that the disappearance of the Dark Lord had done much, but strong Death Eaters had managed to cover up his disappearance. They simply claimed the Dark Lord didn’t have time to deal directly with ordinary Death Eaters. And the dark side had managed to gain support, as the good side acquired stronger bearing.
The teachers stared at Mat throughout dinner, wondering if it was possible for the Dark Lord to be human enough to raise a son. Or if he was human enough to have an interest in a woman in any way other than a follower - or an enemy.
Dinner passed quickly, the only sound resonating through the room was the whispers of two boys who no one expected to show up.
That night, as Aiden lay in his bed, he remembered what Kaylee had told him a long time ago, when he was little. His father had gone off to kill the Dark Lord. From the books Aiden had read, and Ron’s stories, he knew Voldemort used to be named Tom Riddle. That was in a record his father had written for Aiden, and left for Ron to teach him as the young boy grew. So, if that Slytherin was named Riddle, didn’t that mean he was connected to Voldemort? Didn’t that mean that through that boy, Aiden could find a clue to his father’s whereabouts?
Aiden decided, right before he went to sleep, that he would ask in the morning, since he was too tired to climb out of bed and ask right away.
~~~~~
Aiden was disappointed to find out that the only class he had with the Slytherins was Potions on Friday. He didn’t want to wait that long to talk to Riddle. His classes seemed to last forever, and the Gryffindor had a hard time concentrating. Several times teachers had to stop and make sure he was paying attention. Upon his affirmative, the class would continue, yet his mind did not stay long. As Friday came about, he was trembling in excitement. He had, by then, convinced himself that the Slytherin could tell him exactly where his father was, and how to get there. It was a logical conclusion, after all. The Slytherin’s father, Lord Voldemort, was the last one to really be seen with the missing man. Lord Voldemort was high on pure bloods and high class morals; Aiden doubted the killer would allow his son to grow up in any environment which promoted the wellbeing of all creatures. The youth would be his successor, and therefore would need to be taught exactly how to rule over all creatures, magical or not. The logical person to teach the Dark Lord’s son such morals is the powerful Dark Lord himself. And, since father and son had obviously been together so long, the young man must know something about that mysterious night so long ago. In conclusion, Riddle knew where Harry Potter was kept, and could provide easy access to the absent man. So Aiden approached the long haired boy after a very, very long Potions class with little else on his mind.
“Hey, Riddle. I have a question for you.”
Mat turned around and stared at the Gryffindor. “And what would one so golden as you want with someone so Slytherin like me?” Mat smirked, taking joy at the flinch the slightly smaller youth gave at the mention of his father’s nickname.
“You…you know where he is, don’t you? My father, that is.” Aiden looked at Mat a little too hopefully; those striking emerald eyes (also inherited from his father, whose eyes were inherited from his mother, and so forth) seemed to stare straight into the long haired boy’s soul. It made him very uncomfortable.
“Your dad, Potter? Hell, I don’t even know where my dad is. And I don’t really care. Why would you be so blockheaded as to think I knew anything, Potter?” Mat wasn’t smirking anymore, and his tone was cold. The other’s eyes were doing something to him, and he wanted to know exactly what it was before he freaked. He wasn’t used to being stared at like a hero.
“Blockheaded? I was only asking, Riddle. Jeez, you don’t have to insult me.” Aiden made sure to emphasize the last name, and turned to walk away. “At least I can keep a civil conversation.”
“Like what you’re doing now?” the Slytherin was smirking again.
It took most of the patience that Aiden had left not to punch the other boy. He was a jerk! No wonder his father wanted Voldemort dead; if he was only half as bad as his son, Aiden would have sent his father after such a man too. Though, from what Aiden had learned about Lord Voldemort, he was sure the Slytherin in front of him was only a mild, well-behaved case.
Mat turned away from the fuming Gryffindor, heading towards the grounds outside. He didn’t care to listen to any answer the golden boy might have given him; he had better things to do than baby-sit a very misguided young man.
Aiden spent the rest of his Friday in the library, looking for something helpful. He couldn’t get Kaylee to help, but the boy he’d sat next to during the feast had become a quick friend, aiding in keeping the Gryffindor’s attention during some of the long, boring classes during the week. One of the many helpful things Aiden had discovered about his new friend was that Jayden was an expert at finding out information when it came to mysteries.
As the day neared an end, and neither boy had found anything helpful on locating spells or tracking potions, they trudged back up to the Gryffindor tower for a good night’s rest before their homework called in the morning.
~~~~~
His dreams weren’t peaceful. He tossed and turned, pain searing through his veins. A man stood above him, amused at how pathetic he was. As another spell was thrown his way, the man only laughed, and strengthened the hex. The laugh was haunting and deep, yet inhuman. Is reminded him of the hissing sound a snake would make while laughing at its prey. He disliked that sound.
Escape was his one thought.
He turned over, and saw another man. Well, not a man…yet. Emerald eyes stared at him, and his body flared in heat. The cause was indefinable. Never had such pain, fear, and emotion welled up at one time like that. That familiar gaze was almost worse than the snake like man. It haunted him more. Those eyes that saw right threw him...he turned to run.
And fell off the bed.
Author: fasterleaner, a.k.a. Kai
Rating: PG-16, higher scenes will be friend-locked.
Length: Chapter 1/[?]
Year: 1/7
Warnings and Disclaimers: It's there before the story. I will only post it once. It can be found here. This link will also lead you to the soundtrack.
Summery: 11 years after Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort disappear, two unlikely boys find the weight of the world on their shoulders as everyone looks towards them to end this war. I bring you the seven years at Hogwarts of Harry Potter's son. Pre-Deathly Hallows. (I know, my summaries suck. I'll get a better one from someone who knows the entire plot and can actually write well.)
This chapter was edited by sensuifu. Give him love!
Chapter 1 - The Boy No One Knew Existed (And the Boy Everyone Thought Impossible)
Once Aiden had gotten onto the train, he didn’t know where to go. He knew only one person at Hogwarts. He started down the aisle, looking for the compartment she was in. He had to check several stuffed cabins before finally finding it, full of girls. He considered sitting in the compartment next to it, where he saw two or three boys that didn’t seem much older than himself. But the raven haired boy wanted familiarity, so he opted to join the older female amongst the horde of girls.
The long haired boy had managed to find an empty compartment towards the back of the train, isolated from the other students. Before the train really began moving, several students had wandered to the back to the train, peeking into the boy’s compartment searching empty room. Whenever someone tried to enter the compartment, he stared at them until they left, uneasy. Only one person had managed to stay, a silent, careful boy who didn’t even seem to look at the long haired boy, except when Mat sighed and gave up staring. Some people just didn’t see that others wanted to remain alone.
When the train got to the destined school, Kaylee all but dumped Aiden in front of the half-giant standing by the edge of the lake. He was way too glad to get away from the red haired girl he’d sat with; the constant chatter still echoed in his ears. The students were a long ways off from Hogwarts itself, but the young boy could almost see the beautiful castle behind the trees, on the far side of the lake. It seemed to stand higher than the stars, reaching for whatever lay beyond. Professor Hagrid, as Kaylee had addressed him, called out for all the first years to gather, and they rode the boats awaiting them at the shore’s edge across the lake, to the school. Aiden had long since been told not to bother figuring out what pulled the boats, or where they came from. He rode in near silence, as did the rest of the students. Only once did someone fall in, and he was quickly pulled out of the water, blond hair dripping. His wet clothes dripped along the ground when they landed.
The first years were bustled all too quickly into the Great Hall, straight to a singing, rugged hat sitting on top of a stool.
I may be just a hat to you
But to others I’m their pride
I’m a thinking cap, you see
From me there’s nothing you can’t hide
Be you a brave Gryffindor
With a will stronger then naught
Understanding of what’s right and wrong
For Gryffindors, a brave battle fought
Be you brilliant Ravenclaw
A mind and memory powerfully shaped
With such affinity towards knowledge
There is no boundary without an escape
Maybe you’re a Hufflepuff
Where lie the pure of heart
A truer friend you’ll never find
A loyalty that will never part
How ‘bout clever Slytherin?
Where the cunning ones remain
A planner if one ever was
One who knows the truth of pain
Four loyal houses come together
And join to form a brethren
Together a new dynasty is made
By such majestic men and women
So put me on, and try your luck!
See the house to which you belong
You can put your trust in this old hat
For I am never wrong!
The large room erupted in cheer as the hat finished singing. A tall, sturdy woman stood up to the stood, unraveling a long scroll from which she read aloud in a clear and commanding voice. The room stilled as the sorting began.
Ron and Hermione Weasly hadn’t told many that Harry Potter had a son. Mostly just family and close friends knew about Aiden; the world wasn’t ready for the son of a missing hero. All of their hopes that they thought the golden boy would fulfill would have fallen onto Aiden, and no one wanted him to be so responsible while he was so young. So when Professor McGonagall, still working as the Transfiguration teacher, called out - a small pause as she reread the name - “Potter, Aiden”, the entire room seemed to gasp. The raven haired boy went to sit on the stool, and put the hat onto his head.
A small voice started whispering in his ear. “I remember your father. A remarkable man, he was. He understood the purpose of the thinking cap, and I’m sure you’ll figure it out too.”
Just hurry up and sort me into anything but Slytherin. I can’t be Slytherin; it’d destroy everyone’s memory of my dad. Anything but Slytherin!
“Not Slytherin? Your father said the same thing, ‘Not Slytherin, not Slytherin’ over and over. You’d better be GRYFFINDOR!” The hat yelled the house name, and Aiden took the hat off. He set it back on the stool, and walked to the table far left, which had cheered the loudest at the house name. Aiden sat down between Bill and Flour Weasleys’ child - Kaylee - and a boy he remembered from the compartment next to his. He sighed relief as the sorting continued.
If Professor McGonagall paused at Aiden’s name, she simply gawked at this one. She finally managed to get it out, wondering if it was possible for this person to even exist.
“R-Riddle, M-Matthew”
As the long haired boy walked to the stool, he glanced again at the raven haired boy he’d seen getting on the train. This was the son of the man who took his father away? Mat didn’t allow himself to think long as the sorting hat was lowered over his head. He couldn’t trust where his thoughts would take him. Especially not into those eyes.
“You’re the son of Tom Riddle, aren’t you? It’s been so long since he was sorted. His blood still runs strong in your veins, though. The same blood of Salazar Slytherin. And,” the hat paused before speaking again, “something much more feral. So, I’d better put you in SLYTHERIN!”
Mat stood up as the hat was taken off, walking to the table that cheered for him. Second from the right, covered with children who resembled those cruel men he’d grown up around. Men he’d recognized as Death Eaters, who’d deemed it fit to continue on as if the Dark Lord had never disappeared. The long haired boy glanced at the boy who’d managed to stay in his compartment, a Ravenclaw named Balendin Hoder. Mat sat down at the end of the Slytherin table, where even the older students around him seemed to want to talk. Or at least get on his good side.
Times hadn’t changed from when Harry Potter had chosen to quit school. The dark side still had a lot of support - and more now that the golden boy was missing. Not that the disappearance of the Dark Lord had done much, but strong Death Eaters had managed to cover up his disappearance. They simply claimed the Dark Lord didn’t have time to deal directly with ordinary Death Eaters. And the dark side had managed to gain support, as the good side acquired stronger bearing.
The teachers stared at Mat throughout dinner, wondering if it was possible for the Dark Lord to be human enough to raise a son. Or if he was human enough to have an interest in a woman in any way other than a follower - or an enemy.
Dinner passed quickly, the only sound resonating through the room was the whispers of two boys who no one expected to show up.
That night, as Aiden lay in his bed, he remembered what Kaylee had told him a long time ago, when he was little. His father had gone off to kill the Dark Lord. From the books Aiden had read, and Ron’s stories, he knew Voldemort used to be named Tom Riddle. That was in a record his father had written for Aiden, and left for Ron to teach him as the young boy grew. So, if that Slytherin was named Riddle, didn’t that mean he was connected to Voldemort? Didn’t that mean that through that boy, Aiden could find a clue to his father’s whereabouts?
Aiden decided, right before he went to sleep, that he would ask in the morning, since he was too tired to climb out of bed and ask right away.
~~~~~
Aiden was disappointed to find out that the only class he had with the Slytherins was Potions on Friday. He didn’t want to wait that long to talk to Riddle. His classes seemed to last forever, and the Gryffindor had a hard time concentrating. Several times teachers had to stop and make sure he was paying attention. Upon his affirmative, the class would continue, yet his mind did not stay long. As Friday came about, he was trembling in excitement. He had, by then, convinced himself that the Slytherin could tell him exactly where his father was, and how to get there. It was a logical conclusion, after all. The Slytherin’s father, Lord Voldemort, was the last one to really be seen with the missing man. Lord Voldemort was high on pure bloods and high class morals; Aiden doubted the killer would allow his son to grow up in any environment which promoted the wellbeing of all creatures. The youth would be his successor, and therefore would need to be taught exactly how to rule over all creatures, magical or not. The logical person to teach the Dark Lord’s son such morals is the powerful Dark Lord himself. And, since father and son had obviously been together so long, the young man must know something about that mysterious night so long ago. In conclusion, Riddle knew where Harry Potter was kept, and could provide easy access to the absent man. So Aiden approached the long haired boy after a very, very long Potions class with little else on his mind.
“Hey, Riddle. I have a question for you.”
Mat turned around and stared at the Gryffindor. “And what would one so golden as you want with someone so Slytherin like me?” Mat smirked, taking joy at the flinch the slightly smaller youth gave at the mention of his father’s nickname.
“You…you know where he is, don’t you? My father, that is.” Aiden looked at Mat a little too hopefully; those striking emerald eyes (also inherited from his father, whose eyes were inherited from his mother, and so forth) seemed to stare straight into the long haired boy’s soul. It made him very uncomfortable.
“Your dad, Potter? Hell, I don’t even know where my dad is. And I don’t really care. Why would you be so blockheaded as to think I knew anything, Potter?” Mat wasn’t smirking anymore, and his tone was cold. The other’s eyes were doing something to him, and he wanted to know exactly what it was before he freaked. He wasn’t used to being stared at like a hero.
“Blockheaded? I was only asking, Riddle. Jeez, you don’t have to insult me.” Aiden made sure to emphasize the last name, and turned to walk away. “At least I can keep a civil conversation.”
“Like what you’re doing now?” the Slytherin was smirking again.
It took most of the patience that Aiden had left not to punch the other boy. He was a jerk! No wonder his father wanted Voldemort dead; if he was only half as bad as his son, Aiden would have sent his father after such a man too. Though, from what Aiden had learned about Lord Voldemort, he was sure the Slytherin in front of him was only a mild, well-behaved case.
Mat turned away from the fuming Gryffindor, heading towards the grounds outside. He didn’t care to listen to any answer the golden boy might have given him; he had better things to do than baby-sit a very misguided young man.
Aiden spent the rest of his Friday in the library, looking for something helpful. He couldn’t get Kaylee to help, but the boy he’d sat next to during the feast had become a quick friend, aiding in keeping the Gryffindor’s attention during some of the long, boring classes during the week. One of the many helpful things Aiden had discovered about his new friend was that Jayden was an expert at finding out information when it came to mysteries.
As the day neared an end, and neither boy had found anything helpful on locating spells or tracking potions, they trudged back up to the Gryffindor tower for a good night’s rest before their homework called in the morning.
~~~~~
His dreams weren’t peaceful. He tossed and turned, pain searing through his veins. A man stood above him, amused at how pathetic he was. As another spell was thrown his way, the man only laughed, and strengthened the hex. The laugh was haunting and deep, yet inhuman. Is reminded him of the hissing sound a snake would make while laughing at its prey. He disliked that sound.
Escape was his one thought.
He turned over, and saw another man. Well, not a man…yet. Emerald eyes stared at him, and his body flared in heat. The cause was indefinable. Never had such pain, fear, and emotion welled up at one time like that. That familiar gaze was almost worse than the snake like man. It haunted him more. Those eyes that saw right threw him...he turned to run.
And fell off the bed.