The Prince's of Darkness

Prologue

A woman of inhuman beauty walked down a deserted street in the black of night. She was small, only standing at 5'3m with a thin and petite figure. She had thick long black hair that reached her tail bone. She was a pale as a mortal human could be. She had a slightly rounded heart shaped face with large onyx walnut eyes, a slightly stuck up nose and thick large dark rose red lips that would make any rose wither with jealousy. She was heavily breasted. Most would say she was a double D on sight. She had an hour glass body, a five inch waist line and matching hips with a matching booty. The only source of light came from the full moon, the glittering stars and the dull lights coming from the street lamps.

The woman turned a corner with the street sign that read 'Private Drive'. She walked to number four. She could smell a lot of blood. Too much for her liking, and went to investigate it.

She went floating over the fence and into the backyard where the smell was stronger. She landed on the bright green grass that looked nothing short of perfect. Her eye's changed. They became a glowing electric blue with a four pointed star as a pupil. Her body started to shift. The only sounds that were to be heard that silent night were the breaking of bones.

Where an inhumanly beautiful woman stood a creature of both dark and light creatures that were both dangerous and deadly. She was small, only standing at 5'3 with a thin, petite figure. She was she was only two shades darker than a piece of paper. She had large white wings that were seven meters in length and five feet in height. She had navy blue scales that were on the tops of her wings, some in between her thin perfectly sculpted pure black eyebrows. Some on her shoulders, elbows, hips, knees and all along her spine. Her hair reached the back of her knees. With the twitch of her pointer finger her outfit changed. She wore a black PVC bikini with matching PVC short shorts. She also wore a black trench coat that was ripped at the bottom and had two holes where her wings would come out.

With one flap of her wings, she took off into the air. Her wings started to move in a Humming Bird motion. Her wings gains speed until they were letting her hover. She saw a window with thick black iron bars on them. She hovered over to see a young boy, nothing but skin and bones. He looked no older than fourteen. The boy was lying in a pool of blood on a stained horrid olive green carpet.

She moved closer to inspect. She held onto the bars and breathed in. She could smell everything. The paint, wood, hell even the dinner of the neighbours had that night. She knew she had found where the smell of blood was coming from. She looked at the boy and inspected his wounds. She could see that he had a big bruise that was forming on his face and it was taking the shape of a fat fist. His shirt was for that seven times his size. It belongs to a bloody whale, she thought to herself. The shit was ripped but it was still covering any wounds that were under it from her sight but it was painstakingly obvious that there were serious wounds underneath considering it was soaked with blood.

His jeans were the same as his top. Seriously overly baggy for his thin body, they were also soaked in blood. But what caught her attention was that they were roughly put back on and weren't zipped closed. When she looked to his eyes, they were the most beautiful green she has ever seen, but when she went to look closer, they held sadness, defeat, hopelessness. They were just staring at nothing. They were glazed as if trapped inside of his own mind. They were hollow as they shed tears of pain and grief. She could see that he was man handled from the clumps of raven locks that stuck together.

She let her emotions rule her for two seconds and the bars were ripped from the wall. Well most of the wall from the room went flying across the night sky. It surprised her that with all the noise she just made, no one came out to see what caused the racket. It was then the smells from the room hit her like a ton of bricks. The scent of blood hit her, since it was the most prominent smell; it smelt heavenly, just like roses mixed with musk. Then the other scents of sweat, tears, mint, chocolate cloth, moth balls and sperm.

As her brain processing the scents her froze on the last one in, shock, horror, anger and sadness. She was at the boy's side in a millisecond. She quickly waved a clawed hand He was severely under weight, de-hydrated, stab wounds on his legs and arms. Seven broken ribs and four of them had punctured his left lung. A broken right wrist, a damaged spine and the last one made white hot blind murderous fury come into her glowing electric blue eyes. The word 'rape' appeared at the bottom of the page. Magic was wild and was calling a dangerous storm that was forming to fast to be natural.

She got control of her emotions before anything else drastically happened. At the top of the list was his name, age along with other specific details like his parents, both adopted and biological parents. She nearly lost control of her magic once again once she read who those parents were but quickly regained herself and promised pain upon those who had anything to do with this treachery.

She had to get the boy medical attention but the damage to his lungs is too bad to be recovered. Not even with magic, unless he came into his magical inheritance which she doubted would be coming anytime soon. But she could make him like her... A crossbreed God had created millennia ago. She was not as old as she looked. She was more than millennia old.

God came to her while she was hunting for fruits and nuts for her family, when God and the Metatron (1) {A Seraphim (2)}, came to her. He wished to give her a gift for what she had done for those without asking for anything in return. She was a perfectly made human and Gods favourite at the time. And he cross bred her from his Angels and dragons. But not just any type of Dragon, it was the Sannin (3). It was a large dragon that came in all colours. You could tell what dragon was Sannin from their four pointed star pupil and size. They were all about 37 feet long as a full adult but they could change their size to anything, they could become little mice sized dragons if they wanted to. It controlled all the elements and was made of pure magic. There were only a few left now. They lived in the cold or even high up in the mountains. There scales were stronger than a basilisks and giant hide put together. It was impenetrable.

She used her thumb nail and made a deep gash in her wrist and let the blood go into his mouth. She used her free hand to massage his through so the blood would not make him choke. She then started to chant in soft beautiful hypnotic whispers "Volo muto is puer. To curabo eum. Childe mea faciat. Integer mi childe. Aliquam fili. (4)"

After a couple minutes she licked her wound and it closed up. She stood up and walked away into the darkest corner and waited for her blood to make any changes.

The boy started to whimper, and then she could hear bones cracking and breaking. His limbs were growing and he was filling out. Muscle was growing fast on his body and any would from bruises to internal wounds were healed right before her eyes.

As the boy's change was happening she was planning out her revenge against Dumbledore for letting such pain coming to her Godchild and now her child. Dumbledore took this child from his family and gave him to another to try and get rid this child to go against his own family. It was like raising a pig for slaughter!

The girl came back to reality to see the transformation was complete. The boy had grown to a huge size of 6'6. His skin became a creamy pale complexion. His face was thinner, longer, and sharper. More aristocratic like, along with hollowed cheeks and any sign of her godson's blood adoption, that the bloody Potters had done was gone. He was no longer Harry Potter. Even his scar was gone. He looked so much like his sire, with the high cheek bones, pointed chin, slightly thicker petal pink lips. His hair had grown longer and was no longer a bird's nest. It became darker and looked so soft and silky.

The young man lying in front of her had stopped breathing for a full ten minutes. The boy sat up coughing and gasping for breath. After five minutes the young man gained his breath and got to his knees. The woman took one look at his eyes and held in a gasp, one turned to red and the other magenta. He let out a small little cries escape his throat. The raven crawled on his knees to that sweet smell that was coming from a dark corner.

Once he reached the corner he rubbed his face in her middle wanting her attention. "Looks like someone knows their mother" The woman's voice was soft, warm and musical. "Hungry Mummy" Was all the young man said. His voice was deep and strong but it held the innocence, weakness and vulnerability only a child's voice held. He was acting like a child, but this time someone was going to help him. She slit her wrist again with her thumb nail since his teeth wouldn't be in until a couple of days. When the young raven saw the wrist, he immediately latched his mouth onto the wounds and began feeding.

Notes:

Humming birds have the ability to Hover so they can eat from their flowers.

(1)The Metatron is the voice of God.

(2)A Seraphim is the highest choir of Angels.

(3)Sannin is a level higher than ANBU ninja from Naruto. I do not know if it is actually a dragon.

(4) "Volo muto is puer. To curabo eum. Childe mea faciat. Integer mi childe. Aliquam fili." Is Latin for "I wish to change this boy. To heal him. To make him my childe. Change my childe. Change my child."