AN: tihs is harry thinking of the story that he is reading
AN: I am bad at this so sorry
"Harry potter got teleported to a black room in space a book in the middle of the room he looks at the title of the book it says Shadowed Malice he reads it starting from chapter 8 this is my life he thinks i better read it"Harry sat in his room, tracing his hand on a thick leather bound cover of a book. The carved wording caused his fingers to trace it once more, feeling the ridges in the old materiel.
Lutain lounged on a flat rock a house elf had brought a few days ago. The rock was set in the window sill to draw heat during the day, a nice spot for Lutain to lounge on when he was board.
A small knock came from the main door, loud enough for Harry to hear. He rolled off of the chair and walked to his door, opening it and glancing down over the edge to see who the visitor was inside the common room area.
Bellatrix stood there, two more men were at her side. The one on her right was large, thick with muscle and a slight blank look to his eyes. But that was nothing, he still had the aura of power and skill.
The other was thin, he still had muscle but shaggy black hair hid his glaring eyes from all.
"Hello Harry!" Bellatrix laughed skipping around the room, the two men looked uncomfortable with her open display of ease. Harry blinked slowly from the top of the stairs, looking down over the ledge at the common room.
"Bellatrix." He nodded back, letting his voice un responsive much to the two men's shock.
"He's at least eight! No kid should sound like that!" The thinner one hissed to the thicker one who wore an identical face of disbelief.
"Hope you don't mind, but I brought my husband and brother-in-law with me!" She said in a little sing-song voice, plopping down on one of the green couches. Harry looked away from her and too the two men.
"Ah, Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange I presume? I've heard much about you." Harry nodded, spinning and starting down the steps in no hurry. The silver lined cloak swirled slightly as he walked out, faintly aware of Lutain coming down behind him. The thick man, Rodolphus, nodded slightly, still confused on why they were here.
"Yep, that's them. The Dark Lord sent a raid on Diagon Ally now, so we can easily get you a wand while this is going on."
The two men finally understood why they were here and nodded, disappearing with a loud 'snap'. Bellatrix grabbed Harry's arm and disappeared with a strange 'pop!'
The Ally was madness. People screaming and dropping from strange curses as they brutally collided together.
"All right, the wand shop is the dirty one right there." Bellatrix hissed, sending a curse of her own and vanishing in the fighting madness.
"Let us go Master!" Lutain hissed already working his way through the battle.
Harry nodded and gasped, nearly being hit by a mustard yellow hex. Dropping down onto his knees he started out towards the shop, crawling through the thick black smoke. Finally after fast crawling, an old rotting door came into view. With no time to spare, Harry threw it open and rolled inside after his friend.
The dirt crusted window blocked out most of the light, a dime lamp offered some shelter but not enough. It was amazing how much of the brutal world was blocked out by the thin sheet of wood and glass. Definitely silencing wards around the place.
"Ollivander." Harry stated, looking down the dusty aisles, knowing that the man he had heard so much about was here someplace.
"Ah, there you are." Harry muttered, looking at a crumpled figure in one of the corners. He slowly raised his head, looking at Harry with dull glistening silver eyes. At once they sparkled like a star and dimmed once more.
"Strange. Strange." He murmured, getting to his feet as he realized that he had been 'found'. Harry already knew that this man was 'insane' as what many Death Eaters had recently told him and how Sirius had and argument for over an hour when he was three, about the clumsy wand maker.
Yes, Harry knew this man very well.
"I assume you came for a wand? Tricky child, coming in the midst's of an attack just to keep out of the Ministry's eye. You are special child, are you not?" Ollivander asked a mad glint to his eye. A small hiss from Lutaian caused him to continue on as he grabbed a number of wand boxes off the shelf, handing them eagerly to Harry, whose core dejected them all.
"11 inches, spruce with Dragon Heartstring." He muttered passing down the wand, and snatching it away even faster. This had been going on for about fifteen minutes, the raid would be over soon, Harry needed a wand, fast.
Ollivander muttered to himself once again, looking through the long thin wand boxes on the lopsided shelf. But Harry's eye was on a single box, set out and sitting on a table top next to a book recording all wands for all people. The box was old, but probably the newest one inside the store. It was set perfectly, waiting for someone.
"What is in that box?" Harry asked, pointing to it, Ollivander spun, eyes wide as he looked at the box, then at Harry himself.
"…I wonder." He mused, setting down the cherry wand he had in his left hand. He stumbled over to the box, grabbing it quickly, yet with perfect care, retracted the dark wood. He held it out to Harry, handle first, and watched with interested silver eyes.
Harry gently took it in his grip, holding the handle carefully, and gasping slightly at the sudden cool but addicting chill that ran through it and up into his arm. From the dark brown tip, a thin white silver substance coiled out, rearing and forming into a miniature copy of Lutain.
The chilling feeling slowly left as the mist 'Lutain' trailed off like smoke into the air, Harry looked at the dark brown wand in slight awe, running his hand down the polished shaft.
"The wand has chosen." Ollivander whispered, looking at the wand with a slight smile, almost sad to see it go. Harry's head snapped up, wondering why this wand was so…different.
"Why was this set aside, Ollivander?" Harry asked slightly coldly, but the unmistaken urge for knowledge poked through slightly. Ollivander smiled hauntingly, all-knowingly.
"Because that wand, child, has an owner already. It had been set aside for Mr. Skylar Potter, three years in the future." He whispered, misty eyes watching Harry's face for any reaction.
Harry's fist clenched, holding the wand tightly, and imagining it in the meaty fist's of Skylar, his…brother.
"This wand was set aside for Skylar?" Harry asked for him to confirm, not looking at Ollivander at all. Ollivander smiled, gently lowering the wand pointing directly at him from Harry's grasps.
"No," Ollivander corrected, causing Harry's head to snap up to meet his eyes.
"That wand is the twin of the Dark Lords, Holly instead of Yew, but the exact same core, from the exact same source."
Ollivander murmured, causing Harry's blood to chill.
His wand? The brother, no, the…twin of the Dark Lords? The one offering to keep him in?
"That wand is for the Boy-Who-Lived." Ollivander finally answered, a small smile curling at the end of his mouth.
"Wouldn't you agree, Mr. Potter?"
Harry said nothing, but caught the small black cloak that was suddenly thrown at him.
"The raid is almost over, I assume you should go and make yourself scarce. If anybody asks, you were never here."
For a small moment, Harry smiled. For the first time in a few years, he had actually smiled. Taking the cloak and slipping it over his head, hiding his face from view; he quickly slid out of the old dingy shop.
Ollivander was correct to say that the raid was almost over. The Death Eaters were being forced back as men and women in bright scarlet and gold robes appeared. Twirling light blue and red curses, the scarlet clad people fired at them, knocking Death Eaters down for their companions to grab. With snaps and Pop's, Death Eaters left as Rabastan and Rodolphus yelled at them too. Bellatrix was too busy dueling three of the scarlet clad people to offer any help.
Finally, Harry saw his chance.
Rabastan signaled quickly for Harry to run over, and he did. Using the speed he had gained being chased by others, he darted. Just as he was almost there, another man in scarlet pounced, sending red curses at Rabastan. His eyes widened and he expertly jumped into the fight, sending worried glances at Harry, who skidded to back away from the duel.
"Master!" Lutain hissed as he had split from Harry inside the wand shop. Harry spun and was quick to notice why.
A man in the gold and scarlet robes sent up a shield, protecting Harry from a curse that was thrown at him from an red and gold member, aiming for a Death Eater.
Harry panted, gaining his breath and taking a step away from the shaggy black haired man.
"Relax kid! We're here to help!" The man barked back, successfully blasting a Death Eater with a red spell.
'So that's it' Harry thought, gaining his breath quickly, 'he thinks I'm a kid from Diagon Ally!'
The man sent the shield again and Harry looked around desperately for his companion. And with his relief, Lutain was spotted among the fallen bodies, hurriedly coming closer.
"Prongs! Cover me! I got a kid here!" The man barked at another red clothed man, and with a cold heart, Harry recognized him at once.
There was no way Harry could forget the messy black hair, or the wire rimmed glasses, or the arrogant aura he had. This was James Potter, Harry's cause of his horrible childhood.
"No!" Harry shouted, kicking suddenly as the shaggy haired man tried to pick him up. He grunted as Harry's foot connected with his groin, breaking his concentration in a shield, blocking a cutting hex.
Harry dropped as the hex hit the man in his side, the man shouted in pain and Harry bolted once again, scooping up Lutain as he bit an unlucky chubby man.
"Come Lutain! We need to get out of here!"
"The mad she-human is looking for you, Master."
Harry jumped over a twitching man, swallowing his disgust as he spotted the man's eyes and nose a little ways off.
Bellatrix indeed was looking for Harry, her mad eyes were filled with panic as she looked around the blood, and curse filled air. She knew better than to shout out his name, and to her relief, he was spotted not that far away, running towards her.
Bellatrix suddenly screamed in pain as a burning spell shot across her arm, causing her to drop her wand and clutch her arm. Harry gasped and continued running, even when a blonde haired man grabbed her from behind, twisting her arm.
Apparently the man also had lost his wand, but was muggle-born and knew fighting from a child; Bellatrix was helpless against his muggle fighting style.
Harry skidded to a halt just a few feet away, watching the fight with huge eyes. Bellatrix gurgled her throat as she was trapped in a choke hold, growing slightly blue.
"No…" Harry whispered breathlessly, staring at the oblivious blonde man. A burning fire, the one that hit Bellatrix, burned near Harry, but still he felt cold. Painfully cold, like he was dying, he could imagine his lips turning blue, and ice caressing his arms.
He wanted a parental figure, one who actually cared. One that filled the empty void with something, and that someone just happened to be Bellatrix, for now that was.
Harry wanted to feel warmth.
The fire that was suddenly dying randomly blazed like an inferno, but not in its original spot.
No, the blonde haired man screamed in agony as his body lit up with orange fire, a shade lighter than his cloak. He threw Bellatrix aside, desperately trying to pat out the flames, but under the orange coat, his skin turned black and charred, melting and dropping off his body in muck of red blood and black flesh.
Bellarix rolled away, grasping her wand and pointing it to attack the auror, only to drop it in shock as she spotted the man.
"Sirius!" The man screamed towards the scraggly haired man who had grabbed Harry earlier. His tone was to quiet, and he knew that, he then coughed, clearing his throat to shout louder.
'Quiet... You need to be quiet! Stop speaking...Just stop breathing... Just lie still and give in... Don't speak, and don't talk.' Harry chanted as he had normally done in the orphanage. He strained his magic, pushing it to go with his desire.
The man coughed suddenly as blood pooled in his throat, a loud 'snap' and his jaw cracked, closing his mouth and forcing him to die, suffocating on his blood.
"Harry-"Bellatrix whispered, spinning to try and find him, only to see him staring at the soon-to-be corpse. Emerald green eyes barley viable under the thick black cloak he had on.
"Don't loo-"
"I did it." Harry cut her off, only to let her look on surprised and in some sort of admiration.
Bellatrix didn't ask any more questions as she grabbed his arm and vanished, using Apparition.
x-(X)-x
Harry sat inside his room, sitting on the one green and silver couch there, watching the fireplace with bright burning silver and black fire, giving of warmth he wanted before.
The door opened a little bit loudly, but still quiet for other doors. Harry slowly opened his eyes, gazing down at the coiled snoozing form of Lutain on his lap, basking on the heat from his body, and from the nearby blaze.
"Harry." Bellatrix asked, quiet enough for someone to miss, but Harry was always good at noticing the small things.
"The Dark Lords requests you." She added on, not wanting to meet his eyes. Harry exhaled, knowing that this was probably bad, very bad.
Harry gently moved, waking Lutain from his slumber, one silted red eye and a few words from his master in Parsletongue was enough to let him know exactly what was going on.
"I would never go to a dark lords meeting ever and who is this lutain?"
After a few days of nonstop wandering, he had finally found his way around the manor a little bit. He could find simple things, like the library (off limits) where all of the bathrooms were, the ball room, dining room, kitchen, and the most important, the Throne room. Where Voldemort awaited him.
Taking a left, Harry inhaled quickly, fidgeting with the silver clasp just under his chin. He slowly lowered his arm as Lutain hissed reassurance into his ear; finally, he pushed the door open silently.
The Throne was set so the door would be lower by a few feet. Harry walked in quietly, approaching with his eyes low and filled with respect.
"My Lord." He muttered, sweeping down low for a bow. It was impressive, that an eight year old had adopted the traits that easily.
"Rise." The cold but sharp tongue caused Harry to hesitate, but eventually did what he said. Harry still had his head inclined slightly, not daring to meet the man in his eyes.
"Bellatrix tells me of what happened in Diagon Ally today." He drawled on, acting not interested, but Harry knew that he was, Lutain tightened his coils as he sensed it.
"She tells me of how you easily killed an auror, but not only that, a member of Dumbledore's army."
Harry was unsure of how to respond, so he did what he thought was best.
"My apologize, My L-"
"How?"
That caused Harry to immediately stop talking and look at Voldemort in the eye. The ruby orbs held slight interest, but the rest was masked…Very well masked Harry might add.
"Excuse me, My Lord?" Harry was slightly confused, looking up but masking the emotion.
"How were you able to harm the…wizard?" Voldemort substituted for lack of better terms.
Harry was unsure of how to continue on this, but he tried his best.
"I-I wanted him to burn, and I didn't want him to speak…"
"So your magic complied and summoned fire." Voldemort finished, exhaling and leaning back in his chair.
"He is as powerful as you first assumed, Master." Nagini hissed, poking her head out from behind the chair.
Voldemort nodded, looking at Harry thoughtfully.
"Tell me boy, what are your opinions on muggles?" Voldemort asked once more, stroking Nagini carefully.
"I hate them." Harry responded with no hesitation at all, it was long ago drilled into his mind.
"They are weak and selfish, they fear what they do not know, and destroy what they fear." Harry finished a strange gleam to his eye that would have caused any other to shiver in fear at the strange sight; Voldemort just seemed happier, if that was possible.
"And tell me child, who are your birth parents."
Harry stiffened, not wanting to say at all, Voldemort seemed to understand slightly though.
"I shall not hold your blood relations against you; I only wish to know who you truly are."
Harry nodded slightly and looked up, a bit frightfully if anything else.
"I- My true name if Harry James Potter-"
At this Voldemort sucked in a sharp breath but said nothing.
"And I'm the twin to bloody Skylar Potter." Harry hissed with pure anger, Voldemort himself could feel the strange prickling given off by his magical aura which repelled against his strong rage and other emotions.
Voldemort held a small frown on his face as he thought deeply about what he had just heard, and felt. Voldemort knew, he knew that he had the Boy-Who-Lived in front of him, begging him not to be taken back to the light. Harry knew this, he knew that he was the chosen one, and Voldemort would not decline him of this.
"You have a very promising future, child." Voldemort noted, causing Harry to grow confused once again.
"My…Future? My Lord?" Harry hastily recovered before forgetting to offer his respect.
"You and I are very much alike, Harry. I intend for you to lead the dark in the name of Salazar Slytherin's Heir, if you are willing."
Harry's eyes widened comically and Voldemort smirked.
"I intend for you to be my heir."
At once, Harry's head dropped, looking down at the cold stone floor.
"It would be an honor, but if that truly is the case, would that make me your son? Would that allow me to call you…Father?"
Voldemort's petting of Nagini stopped as he thought, he had not thought of that, but in all terms, he wasn't against it.
"I believe…that would be…appropriate." Voldemort cleared his throat a few times, sill sounding unsure with his choice.
Harry graced his face with a tiny smile, knowing exactly what else he wanted to say.
"May I have a new name, Father?" The name seemed foreign on Harry's tongue, not used to calling anybody that for years, it seemed...right, to call the Dark Lord that however.
"…You shall be known as…Shadow, the Dark Heir." Voldemort completed after a few moments of thinking. Harry was happy with the choice, it was a good name, and much to his embarrassment, when he was a child, he was often wishing he could name an owl (If he would ever get one) Shadow.
"Bellatrix shall teach you the fine arts of dueling and spell work; I expect only the best from you, Shadow."
And for the first time since Harry was an infant, he felt…wanted. "what kind of a name is Shadow? I hate that name"