Curse of Fate

itle: Curse of Fate
Author: Mistress Nika
Rating: PG-15 (Yes, 15. That's somewhere between PG-13 and R)
Summary: Thousands of years into the future, vampire Harry only wants to join his loved ones in death. However, his curse of immortality is absolute. Therefore he sends himself back into the body of his infant self, vowing to this time refuse eternity. When do things ever go according to plan? Unexpected changes to the timeline, people who aren't as they once were and more send his life spiraling out of his control.
Pairings: Harry/Lucius(main), possible Harry/Severus, possible Lucius/Severus, possible Harry/Lucius/Severus, Sirius/Remus, Theo/Hermione, possible Theo/Blaise, possible Hermione/Ginny, Draco/Luna, possible one-sided Harry/Luna on Luna's part, possible Hermione/Pansy, Cedric/Eleanor(OC), past Harry/Ginny
Warnings: AU, het, slash, angst, language, violence, time travel, VampireHarry, DarkLordHarry
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Note: Due to ffnet being a fascist bitch, I will be using the unattractive -SCENE BREAK- to illustrate a scene change. If this interrupts the flow of the story, I apologize. Blame ffnet. Everything is always their fault.

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Chapter One:
His body tingled as magic danced across his flesh and a comforting warmth filled his soul. The first thing Harry saw as he opened his eyes was a flash of green light encompassing the form of woman he had only seen in photographs. The woman's anguished cry was cut short as she dropped heavily to the floor. He wanted to scream in anger, to tear apart the Fates with his bare hands. How could this have happened? He was supposed to go back to the moment of his birth! What went wrong?

Red eyes burning with hate peered at him over the body of his mother. He tried to scream; to yell and curse, but all that came out was a child's plaintive wails.

A skeletal hand rose from under black robes, holding in it's grasp a slender wand.

"Avada Kedavra."

Harry screamed as pain lanced through him. White hot, it raced through his blood and seared his nerves.

An answering shriek of shock, pain and anger filled the room as Harry lost consciousness.

When next he woke, he was cradled in gentle arms as voices spoke around him. These voices he could remember as clearly as if he had heard them yesterday, though for him it had been three millennia.

"Now Remus, we must remain calm. For young Harry's sake, if nothing else." The voice of Albus Dumbledore, the voice of reason.

"Calm?" From above him, Remus Lupin, who clutched Harry to his chest protectively. He could feel the man shaking with barely restrained rage as he fought for control. "Two of my best friends are dead and you want me to remain calm?"

"I am as saddened as you are, but we must keep our wits about us." The sadness was evident in the old man's voice, through the clipped words and tightly controlled tone, yet he refused to be dragged down by it. Harry knew that once it was all over, he would likely break down in the privacy of his office. Until then, he would do what had to be done.

What had to be done...

'Sirius! They think he's a traitor! I've got to stop him from going after Wormtail!'

At fifteen months, Harry was far from able to go chasing after his godfather. Nor was he able to communicate clearly his innocence. However, that wasn't going to stop him from trying.

"Mooy!" he managed to say, earning him the attention of the two men. His tiny hands reached up for the werewolf, pleading for him to understand. "Afoo! N'go!"

Remus brought his own hand to clasp Harry's, anger and pain clouding his amber eyes. "Don't worry, Harry. We'll find that traitor and make him pay."

Harry let out a little baby growl. They weren't getting it! They couldn't let Padfoot go after Wormtail!

Remus, ignorant of the child's distress, was speaking to Dumbledore again.

"I'll take care of him, Albus. The Potters are all dead and Lily's relatives are muggles. They wouldn't know how to raise a magical child. Peter probably would have even less an idea what to do with him."

"My boy, you know the Ministry's stand on werewolves and children. They would never let you keep him. It's better he go to Lily's sister, Petunia. I believe she has a son his age. She'll be able to raise him properly."

"But they're muggles! Harry will be a powerful wizard. How could they care for him properly?"

"They can give him a stable home."

"And I can't?"

Harry had never seen the werewolf so angry. He was positively livid!

The two men continued to argue custody for several minutes, Remus even suggesting he take Harry into hiding to escape the Ministry. Finally, Dumbledore managed to get the upper hand when he brought up the full moon. How could Remus possibly keep Harry safe from those who would want revenge for their master's death when he himself was a danger to him, even if only one night a month?

It was a low blow and they all knew it.

Dumbledore left a few moments later, looking repentant, to make arrangements.

Harry was still frantically trying to think of a way to save his godfather when a ruckus came from outside. Only then did he realize they were standing in the living room of his parent's house in Godric's Hollow.

A redheaded man Harry recognized immediately as a younger Arthur Weasley ran in the front door looking disheveled.

"Sirius Black is outside!" he shouted frantically. "The Aurors are trying to restrain him, but he's gone mad!"

At that moment, three Aurors were blown through the open door with a single curse, knocking Arthur down as well. A cloaked figure followed after, scrambling over the fallen bodies of the stunned men frantically. Blue eyes glowed with rage as a hand came up to brush away black locks that had fallen over his face.

"Moony." Sirius' voice was harsh from emotion and pain flickered through his eyes as Remus stepped away from him, drawing his wand with his free hand and shielding Harry with his body. Ignoring the wand pointed at him, Sirius' reached forward pleadingly. "Gimme the Prongslet." he begged. "Please."

"How dare you?" Remus growled, his amber eyes flashing dangerously. "You betray our friends and then come for their son? Traitor!"

Sirius faltered briefly and carefully stowed his wand away, moving slowly so as to not provoke the werewolf further. "It wasn't me, Moony. I swear. You gotta believe me."

"You were their Secret Keeper!" Remus exclaimed angrily, gesturing angrily with his wand.

"I wasn't!" Sirius hastily explained, desperation coating his words. "It was Peter! We thought it'd be safer to switch to him! Everyone knew how close James and I were!"

Remus' wand faltered slightly before training on the dark haired wizard more steadily, his eyes narrowing in contemplation.

'He's considering it.' Harry realized. 'How can I make him realize the truth?'

He decided to give it one more go.

"Pa'foot!" he yelled as loud as his little lungs would allow.

Both men looked down at him in shock.

Reaching out for his godfather, he tried to get his mouth to cooperate. "Or'tail bad!"

Remus' hand dropped to his side and Sirius looked close to fainting.

"Heh heh." Sirius laughed weakly. "Kid's a genius."

Remus studied him in awe before saying gently, "Harry, do you know what's going on?"

Harry nodded frantically. 'They're getting it!' he cried happily in his head.

"Pa'foot good!" he exclaimed.

The two men looked at each other with wide eyes before looking back down at the child that seemed far too intelligent to be just a child.

"Must get it from his mother." Sirius joked.

Remus nodded absently, then pinned Sirius with a penetrating gaze. "I doubt anyone is going to believe a child's cries of 'Wormtail bad, Padfoot good' is sufficient evidence of innocence. As it is, Aurors are likely to attack first and ask questions later. You should hide out for a while, Padfoot. Let me talk to Dumbledore before we go around proclaiming your innocence."

A grin broke out over Sirius' face and he strode quickly to Remus' side. Throwing both arms around the werewolf, mindful of Harry, he said, "I knew I could count on you, Moony." Pulling back, he looked down at Harry. "Keep a close eye on him. As long as Harry's alive, so are James and Lily."

With a last look, Sirius' apparated away and Harry, still weak from the failed attempt on his life, faded into darkness once more. He was sure, this time, things would be different.

-SCENE BREAK-

The next time he woke, he was cold and alone in the dark. He lay on something lumpy and far from comfortable. Dust and mildew invaded his nose, making him sneeze. Peering into the darkness, he could just make out vague shapes. A slanted ceiling with a single empty light fixture dangling from it. Buckets in a corner and various bottles lining the rotting shelves. With a click, shuttered light suddenly filtered in, making him squint his sensitive eyes. Turning to the source of light, rage and despair welled up within him. It was the door to the cupboard under the stairs.

In the kitchen, Petunia Dursley shrieked as all the glasses suddenly shattered, as if by magic.