A Loving Home

A Loving Home

Prologue: You think your family is screwed up?

Voldemort, the Darkest Wizard of all time, had three women that he loved dearly. With these women, he had three sons, each the same age, but very different.

The oldest, by a week, was named Skye. Skye was very cruel, just like his father. Every day at his muggle school, Skye would pick on the youngest, weakest people. He also cursed at his own mother and even his father, who had occasional visits. He had dark hair, wore black everyday. He had cold blue eyes that reminded people of ice, just like his personality.

The second oldest was Gabriel. Now, Gab was a peaceful boy who prayed every night and never hurt a fly. He enjoyed books, talking with his mother and helping with chores and doing community service. He had blonde hair that was neatly combed and warm green eyes. He always had a smile on his face and was very sweet.

Then there was Scott, the youngest of the three. He was a punk, with blue and black hair and an earring. He had brown eyes that were usually covered by colored contacts, yellow, red, fire and ones that swirled around and could hypnotize someone. He played guitar in a punk band and really did not care much about family issues, but instead, made fun of them.

The boys were all different, except that they were all good looking and that they were all the sons of Voldemort, which did not make a good impression on anyone. These three boys were half-brothers, which shocked many people. Sometimes, people put money down, saying that this was not possible.

However, the beginning of this story is when the boys were all nine, before Scott's band and blue hair. Voldemort was ready to retire from the position of Dark Lord and wanted to hand it down to one of his sons. Therefore, he killed all of the mothers and took the boys to a private home on the outskirts of London. There, the four of them live not so peacefully...

"Father, Skye is trying to kill me again!" Gabriel complained as he came down the stairs. The boys were now fourteen and had just gotten back from Hogwarts.

"He started it!" Skye complained. "He tried to baptize me again!" Voldemort put down the Daily Prophet and stared at the two boys. A sound broke through the silence...it was Scott, laughing at the dispute.

"What's so funny?" Skye snapped.

"What? You are never gonna kill this bastard and you are always hiding behind Daddy...what...did you forget that he's the Dark Lord and kills people every day! Personally, I think that killing is allowed in this house...and it would do us all a favor if you died!" Gabriel looked shocked and Skye laughed.

"Yeah....so dad....can I kill him?" Skye asked.

"NO!" Voldemort shrieked. "Well, maybe later....you can try!"

"FATHER!" Gabriel protested! "I'm your son!"

"Well, you don't act like it!" Skye said, smirking as he pulled out a knife. "Come here, Gab!"

"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with knives?!" Gab asked as he backed up.

"You think I listened to her?" Skye replied evilly. With that, Gabriel ran and Skye ran after him, holding the knife high in the air.

"So, has my band been here? We have to practice!" Scott asked Voldemort as he watched the two brothers screaming and running. Skye stopped and walked over.

"Sorry, Scott....your band sucks...I killed them yesterday." Scott stared, mouth dropped.

"You BASTARD!" Scott screamed, jumping to his feet. Skye ran off and Scott ran after him, cursing the whole time. Gabriel told them to resolve their problem and Skye stabbed his shoulder, and once again, tried to kill him. The chase began, Skye chasing Gab and Scott chasing Skye.

"ENOUGH!" Voldemort shrieked. The three boys stopped dead in their tracks. "Skye, go to your room, Gabriel, heal yourself and then go to your room, Scott, burn your guitar and then go to your room as well!" The boys stared and then each went to their room.

"I'll kill you later," Skye said as he closed his door. Gabriel gulped and then went into his room. Scott went in his room and played his guitar loudly, just to annoy his dad, which worked and resulted in Voldemort coming up and banging Scott's guitar over his head, knocking him out cold and once again making the house peaceful...sort of.

That is the home life of the three boys and their father. There is absolutely no love in this household, try as you might to find it...well...with the exception of Gabriel...no wonder everyone wants him dead. Who will be the next Dark Lord, Skye, Scott or the not so likely Gabriel? This is an audience included story...e-mail your ideas and at the very end...who you think should be the next Dark Lord...it's up to you.