This is some Harry Potter fan fiction I've been working on. The Potter name has dyed out They're closest relatives the Stars have had a son. They named him after his great-great-great grandfather Harry Potter...


Prologue.



Number 4 Privet drive, in its time, was a respectable suburban house, but ever since some terrible owners had it, it went down hill fast.



An old man started to walk down the sidewalk. He was wearing a cloak, so that his face was hidden. Not that it would have mattered, because as he approached each street lamp, it mysteriously went black, the when he passed, it just as mysteriously came back on.



The man started to approach Number 4. Once he got to the door, instead of using a key, he muttered something, and the door swung open. Hurriedly, he walked up the stairs, closing the door behind him. Once he got to the top, he took a left and walked down a torch lit hallway. At the end of it, there was a door. The man took a key out of his pocket, unlocked the door, and came in.



The room inside was very dark, except for a small dying fire in the fireplace. The dim light cast an eerie glow over the room. A young woman with jet-black hair and light green eyes was sitting on a moth-eaten sofa, staring at him. Silently. The man sat down next to her.



Her eyes were very red, and her knuckles had bite marks, as if she had been recently putting them in her mouth. They sat for a good 10 minutes sitting in silence.



Finally she spoke. “Y-you promise you will?”



“Yes.” said the man simply. “Don’t worry; it wont hurt too bad.” And with a flash of green light the woman crumbled.



As the man pushed the woman off the sofa he mumbled to himself. With a sigh of relief, he stretched himself out on the sofa and lay there looking at the ceiling with his mouth open.



There was a small “Crack!” and the man who had appeared to halve dozed off sat bolt up. Hurriedly he went to the window, opened it a little, and peered down at the street. The man sighed and started to shut the window.



Suddenly, he pulled a long wand out of his robes. Jets of green and red started flying everywhere. The old man had noticed a young man slowly walking across the road with a bundle in his arms.



One of the red jets hit the younger man squarely in the chest. He screamed something like “liar!” or “cheat!” but the man had not noticed because he was laughing. The man who was hit practically crawled away.



The older man shut the window, stowed the wand in his pocket, and lay on the sofa once again, knowing he had done his job.









Chapter 1



Harry Star woke up one morning to hear birds chirping. A small beam of sunlight was stretched out across his neck like a scarf. Harry had untidy jet-black hair and blue eyes. He sat up groped for a second, found his glasses, and put them on. Once he did, everything became clear.



A pale boy with short and tidy white-blond hair was standing next to his bed staring down at him. He was almost Harrys opposite. “Taurus!” Harry exclaimed. The boy called Taurus covers his mouth. “Ssh, listen. Its mom and dad.” So Harry did.



Now that he was listening, he could hear a conversation coming from just outside the room. There were two exited whispers. “T-the letters came.” Said a woman’s voice “So its true! His father was a wizard!” Said a man’s Voice. “Or his mother.” The woman said sharply. “It could have well been his mother.”

“Well who ever it was it makes it a lot easier.”

“So when should we tell them?”

“Tonight at dinner.”

“Okay but, Leo, please try to lay it down nice and easy.”

The two people walked down the stairs.



Harry said to Taurus “What was that about”

“I don’t know.” Taurus said back. “I guess we’ll find out tonight.”





That night’s dinner was very quiet. The only sound was the clinking of silverware and the distant sound of cars. Once everyone had finished Taurus’s dad spoke.

“Harry.”

“Yes Mr. Malfoy.” Said Harry expecting this.

He called him this because Mr. Malfoy was Taurus’s dad. Not Harry’s. Mr. Malfoy was just Harry’s adopted father. His real father had died, so had his mother.

“Harry we’ve meant to tell you this just we weren’t sure.” He said, kind of nervous. “Harry you’re a wizard. So is Taurus.” Mrs. Malfoy burst out.

Harry gaped at her. So did Taurus and Mr. Malfoy. “Nice and easy, huh.” Said Mr. Malfoy to Mrs. Malfoy. Mrs. Malfoy blushed.