Drarry AU in which six children are raised as the Dark Lord’s weapons.
Antonin Dolohov took in the three children standing before him: one was covered in freckles and had hair as bright as the fire flickering beside them, the other was petite and overpowered by her frizzy hair, and the third had huge, knowing eyes that didn’t lower when they met Antonin’s. They all looked solemn, as if they were at a funeral rather than in the hall of an extravagant mansion.
The doors to the hall opened and the three of them turned to see three people enter. Lucius Malfoy was being trailed by his son, Draco, and the daughter of one of their lord’s death eaters. The girl kept her eyes on the ground before her, wringing her hands.
“Where is he?” Lucius wondered, standing beside Antonin.
“He’s keeping the boy. He wants to raise him himself.”
Antonin and Lucius shared a tense look. They had both been present when Pettigrew had arrived at the meeting with a toddler in his arms. He had announced that it was the Potter boy and the Dark Lord had instantly ordered Pettigrew’s presence in his study. The boy had gone with them.
“How does the Dark Lord intend to raise a boy?”
Antonin opened his mouth to answer, but the doors to the hall opened once more. His lord entered, a small, inky-haired boy on his heels. The boy’s large eyes took in the hall, then the people in it. Antonin was startled to note that the boy’s eyes were the same shade as the killing curse.
“These are the children?” His lord asked.
“Yes, my lord,” Lucius bowed his head slightly. “They are all four years old, just as you asked.”
“Good. Take them to the nursery. Their placement exams will be tomorrow. Owl Bellatrix, Rabastan, Rodolphus, Amycus, and Alecto. They will be present.” With that, the lord headed toward the door, his robes billowing behind him. “Come along, Harry.”
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