Nyx Academy

Summary: Harry reached a breaking point during the holidays before 6th year and now he's a dark creature with a brand new attitude. Friendships are made and broken, mates are found and the balance of the World is in the hanging.

Beta: Mawwe

Warnings: Violence, blood, gore, nudity, swearing, past mention of abuse, starvation and self-harm such as cutting so please don't read if you're susceptible to this, this story will also be a Slash and Harem pairings so don't flame on that. I haven't decided on whether I'll post the Lemons/Limes here to take them to where they won't get deleted.

I was once known as Totalanimeloverno1 but I changed my penname to match that of my Deviant ART account EmeraldNeko which holds all of my drawings. Whether I'll be drawing covers for my stories depends on if I have time and inspiration really but I might, so just in case there's any confusion I was the owner of Merlin's Academy/Rewrite the only reason I haven't posted anything for it and the fact that it's gone from my account if because I had a nasty, nasty virus that whipped everything including all my documents and I was more concerned about getting my course work back than the stories so I decided on a fresh start for them

Also note anyone else who's a Beta can you please contact me as I'm looking for another one but you must be quick-ish at sending my work back to me and willing to have Lemon's/Limes in them as I'll write it as a full and just take out naughtiness and post it on AdultFanFiction . . . Maybe ^_^

I now have a fab new Beta who has gone through my chapter and made countless corrections to grammar, spelling and sentence errors (the sentences that didn't make much scene before now do) so a big thanks to you Mawwe ^_^

Thank you and enjoy

Chapter 1 – Breaking Point and Changes

The anger burned deep inside him, consuming his soul in a way he never thought it could. All he could think about was the death of his beloved godfather and the Prophecy that Albus bloody Dumbledore had dumped on him just hours before he was due to leave Hogwarts for his hated relatives. All he wanted to do was walk to the manipulative bastard and tell him exactly where he could shove the bloody Prophecy and leave everything behind, all the painful memories and deadly experiences. It also didn't help that his friends felt the stupid need to pry into his personal feelings when he clearly told them to piss off. He was in no mood to converse with them so he opted for staring blankly out of the Express window with an icy glare that probably would have made Voldemort piss himself. His 'friends' clearly didn't get the message when Ron rudely shook his shoulder making the glare switch from the innocent window to the redhead, who was looking very uneasy to be on the receiving end of the icy glare,

"Harry, mate, are you alright?" The question was hesitant and Harry's glare only deepened, he longed to shout at his friends for being so inconsiderate of his want to be left alone, that they felt the need to keep their pointless stupid babble when he couldn't give two shits, but he couldn't say anything of what he truly felt. He was the 'Golden Gryffindor Boy' and the 'Boy-Who-Lived' and he noticed very early after starting Hogwarts what the Wizarding world expected him to be like and if he strayed from that path they all turned against him and accused him of all sort of things, like becoming dark. So he had to uphold certain standards and one of the many he had to uphold was his 'kindness' to his 'best friends ever' so with a fake smile he forced the glare away from his face. "Fine, just thinking that's all," Ron relaxed very visibly and went back to speaking with Hermione about something or other and Harry switched to glaring outside the window once more.

When the train stopped at Kings Cross Station he dutifully walked out with his friends trailing him like lost sheep still taking about something Harry didn't want to or need to know about when the Weasley Clan, minus Charlie and Bill, attacked them. Mrs. Weasley gathered him into a tight hug that he wanted nothing more than to walk out of and shout at her for trying to mother him when the only mother he ever wanted or needed was Lily Potter. But as his duty calls he hugged her back tightly with a well hidden grimace. "Mrs. Weasley, how are you?" The woman beamed at his question and promptly answered she was fine but disappointed in his actions at the Ministry. It caused the hate he had started to feel for anyone associated with Dumbledore grow. How dare this woman lecture him, she wasn't his mother nor did he need her to be, but he plastered on a mask of sorrow and told her what she wanted to hear, " I know, my actions got Sirius killed and my friends hurt, I should have listened to Hermione when she told me that it was a trap." Mrs. Weasley seemed satisfied and turned to her son and he was silently and furiously shocked when not a single person corrected him. They truly believed he had killed Sirius. That upset him even more and he wished his relatives would show up soon so he could leave to wallow in self-pity and hatred.

"BOY!"

It seemed his prayers were answered as he spotted his overweight uncle waiting nervously by the barrier for him; his face slightly red in anger and his pig like eyes were narrowed on him. "I have to go now. I'll see you in the summer?" He turned to his 'friends' and Ron bit his lip and nudged Hermione who rolled her eyes, "The Headmaster told us you had to spend the whole summer at the Dursley's, and we're not allowed to contact you." She bit her own lip now and he forced a smile at her. " That's fine Mione," He hugged the girl and she threw her arms around him making him bite his lip in anger but the others assumed it was pity or some other rot. "We'll see you on September first."

He nodded said his goodbyes and went to leave when Fred grabbed his arm and pulled him into a hug, "This is for you." He pressed a shrunken box into his hand, " From Luna, Neville, George and myself," He pulled back and gave him a tight smile, his deep blue eyes were tinged with sadness, then George pulled him into a second hug. "Be safe, and if you ever need us then write, we don't care what anyone says," Harry nodded dumbly and allowed a soft true smile grace his lips before he walked off to his uncle.

"Ready boy?" Harry nodded and followed him out pulling his trunk along, Hedwig's cadge was already empty as he let his beloved owl stay at Hogwarts with instructions to come to him in 3 days. They both located Vernon's car and Harry got his school trunk in the back of the car, and then sat in the backseat, ignoring his Uncle's pig eyes. "Now you listen here boy,"

Harry looked up and cut across him harshly, "Shut up." Icy emerald eyes connected to his uncle's pig muddy brown ones and the man shivered at the hate he could see, "Let's go, there will be a few changes this summer." The man to stunned and scared to answer nodded and pulled out of the car park and drove to Privet Drive. With a metal smirk Harry settled himself, 'Yes things will definitely change.'

Harry realized during the past school year that his magic was becoming more accessible as time went on. So he had started to train on his own so no one would know that his magic was growing, he didn´t want anyone to know especially not The Headmaster. His trust in The Headmaster had during the year dwindled down to nothing, the old goat has avoided him all year and because of him never telling Harry what he needs to know the old goat got Harry´s godfather killed! So he has started to keep his own secrets (more so than before). He could now do wandless magic pretty good and has more control of how much power he uses in his spells.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by the time his uncle had pulled into the drive way of number 4 Private Drive. His uncle seemed to have regained his confidence during the ride as the minute they were behind closed doors and in the living room with Petunia and Dudley he bellowed at Harry, " DON'T YOU EVER,"

"Silence" Harry cut across the man with an iron voice and cold steal eyes, "You have no need to speak with or to me anymore, if you do you don´t want to know what I will do to you!" His uncle seemed too cower backwards into the sofa as Harry seemed to grow in front of him, but Harry could see that his face was growing redder by the minute and he stood up. "HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO US LIKE THAT YOU FREAK!" Harry barely suppressed a flinch at that and something inside of him sort of snapped, his magic began lashing around him violently and his uncles eyes went wide, "you´re ggoing too get expelled from that ffreeak school off yours if you use ma-magic" he stuttered. "That´s only with magic done with my wand" Harry smiled. He felt a rush of power when he said his next words, "But I don´t need my wand to do magic anymore.." When he said this he waved his hand towards the fireplace "incendio" he intoned and the fireplace lit up with bright orange flames" His relatives all paled to a sickening white. "Sit." He indicated to the place between his stunned and terrified wife and son, and the man did as asked immediately.

"Here's how things are going to play out, so listen carefully. Understand?" They nodded and he continued,

"Firstly and most importantly I am not to be disturbed, for anything, I don't care what orders Dumbledore gave you, you leave me in peace and I shall do the same.
Secondly any chores that need to be done get your whale of a son to do them because I won't, I have too much to do this summer and I won't be waiting on you lot hand and foot anymore.
Thirdly if Dumbledore asks you will tell him you're following his orders to the letter and tell him nothing of what I'm really doing.
Fourth you're not to enter my room for anything, not cleaning, not fetching something and most defiantly not for snooping." At that his emerald eyes glared at Dudley who actually pissed himself.

"You're not allowed friends over for any reason while I am in the house, and you're not allowed to breathe a word of anything to them. Lastly I will sort my own food out and when I leave the house you don't ask questions or follow. Am. I. Clear?" They all nodded quickly terror etched in their eyes at the change of their once submissive nephew and cousin.

"Good, any breaking of these rules and I'll take harsh action. Much like you did to me in the past. Be thankful I don't have the luxury of time to sort out a suitable punishment for that. Yet." They shivered and he nodded in satisfaction, "Now I'm going up to my room, I don't want to be disturbed for anything. Not even if the house his burning down or being robbed. Understand?"

More nods and he left with his magic whipping around him ever so slightly.

Once in his bare room he sneered at the wall disdainfully before placing his trunk at the foot of the bed and sitting down roughly on top of it, head in his hands as he finally allowed his dam mask to break. Tears flooded out of his eyes shamelessly as he silently wept for the only person to ever truly care about him.

It was about 2 hours later when he calmed enough to think straight, although he did have sore eyes and a headache from his crying. Drying his eyes with his sleeve, he stood and went downstairs to get something to eat. He noted Vernon and Dudley were watching TV intently and both winced at the sound of him passing the room but said nothing or even turned to look at him, 'good' he thought before he entered the kitchen where he saw his aunt cooking a roast. She turned to him fearfully as he searched the cupboards for painkillers.

"W-what do you need?" She stuttered nervously, he regarded her slightly before answering, "Painkillers."

"Top left hand cupboard in the red basket on the top shelf," He nodded and opened said cupboard and pouted at the basket that was too high up for his five ft. five frame to reach when to his surprise the basket floated down to him before he could think to cast a spell to get it down. He nodded in satisfaction thinking 'hmm that´s a first, if I can train myself in doing the same but with control that´s going to be a great advantage' he ignored his Aunt's stunned, fearful eyes as he searched through the basket and found his aunt's old painkillers for her back she got a last year. They were strong, very strong, so he popped three out. "Are you sure you want to-" He swallowed them dry and raised an eyebrow at her, "My magic is too strong for normal Muggle painkillers, three of them is like two weak ibuprofen" He was glad that he had picked that up from Hermione when she had spoken to Ron about differences in healing in the Wizarding and muggle world in third year. He doesn´t remember why they had spoken about that, and neither does he care. "But what do you care, Muggle." He sneered before glaring at the basket which zipped up to the shelf in the cupboard it was on previously and the glass doors shutting swiftly, a crack forming along the glass because of the force which caused him to sigh slightly. 'Have to work on how much power I put in' Harry thought. "How long will you be?" She jumped, "It's nearly done," He nodded, "Make me a plate, I'll wait in the living room" and he left.

He entered the living room with scowl and grabbed the remote and changed the channel which made his cousin turn to him in anger but seeing the scowl he shut up and watched the news channel Harry had put on. Vernon looked like he was going to burst a blood vessel but Harry ignored him in favour of the latest disaster in Rio, a hurricane had killed hundreds of Muggles. He scoffed slightly, muttering "stupid muggles" under his breath. He turned the TV off and leaned into the sofa which he had to himself as the whales relocated to the armchairs which they could barely fit their girth in. "Dinner's ready." Petunia announced nervously and Harry stood up swiftly and went to the kitchen, his plate was on the counter and he eyed the food suspiciously, he wanted to check the food before taking it so he thought about if he knew any spells that checked any tampering with food, he remembered reading of one in a defense against of the dark arts book last year when he researched for a DADA paper, Reprehendo pro sollicitare. He cast the spell but detected nothing foreign, same with the glass of Pepsi beside it. He nodded, took them and went upstairs shutting the door softly and sat at his desk and started to eat.

When he finally finished 45 minutes later he heard a hesitant knock which caused him to frown, "I told you not to disturb me," He glowered at his aunt who held a plate of cake and pouring cream in her hands. "I thought you might want desert," She held it out and he hissed, "No I don't. I hate black forest cheesecake so get lost." He slammed the door in her face and shook himself in the vain attempt of getting rid of his hateful thoughts and anger. "Stupid bitch" He had told them to leave him alone and to not disturb him for anything. Growling slightly he felt in his pocket and remembered the shrunk box which Fred had given him, he brought it out and glared at it until it grew to its normal size, which was quite large, and there was a letter on top.

Harry,

I don't care what Dumbledore or anyone else told you, Sirius's death is NOT your fault, if you believe that we have orders from Remus to knock you senseless. He wanted to write this to you but the headmaster have him under observation under the guise that he is unstable after losing his mate, a load of shit if you ask us so we've promised to pass on anything he wanted to give you. He said if you blamed yourself, he will talk your ears off for thinking something to stupid. Dumbledore was at fault for not informing you of the risks of the 'dreams' and for not teaching you Occlumency himself, and we second that by the way. Ignore anything Ron, Ginny or Hermione have told you as well, I'm sure they were laying it on thick about their 'injuries' but the minute they arrived at Hogwarts Madam Pomfrey healed them, they were told to put an act on by Dumbledore to make you feel guilty, well don't, you were hurt worse than they were and didn't get treated until much later. Luna and Neville also wish to say they support you and you alone and if you need them, or us, send a letter. No hesitation or we'll all talk your ears off. Also Bill and Charlie are on your side and say you can contact them if you need or want to, we know you don't know them very well but the reason they left Brittan was because they didn't want anything to do with Dumbledore and his Chicken Order. Now the box contains your birthday gifts from us as we know Dumbledore has blocked all your mail, we overheard him tell Ron and Hermione. Bill says to contact the Goblins after your birthday, Sirius's Will needs to be read and he's been told that the Potter´s will might also need a second look at. We hope to see you sooner than the first of September,

Fred and Georg and by extension Remus, Luna, Neville, Bill and Charlie

He smiled slightly and placed the letter aside before open the box and pulling out a brightly wrapped gift he knew was from Luna, there was a letter on top of it as well.

Harry,

The sparkling Nargle's still believe in you

Luna

He chuckled at her letter, it was just so Luna, but he understood what she meant, and he always did much to everyone's confusion. Opening the gift he found a large book on Dark Creatures, Harry frowned but shrugged thinking Luna knew what she was doing and he knew there was a reason for everything she said and did, he looked back in the box and saw two knives that were spelled to stay sharp and in his possession, they were beautifully made with sterling silver that were charmed to never rust and had interact patterns of golden vines on the blade, the hilts were wrapped in a simple blood red cloth with a emerald in the bottom. He grinned and set them aside with her letter.

The net was slightly smaller and soft and wrapped in a deep earth green that were a shade darker than his eyes and he felt Neville's magic all over it and a letter on top once more.

Harry

I am with you, no matter what anyone says, if you ever need me write.

Neville

Ps. my gift is a bit practical, you'll need it in the future, trust me.

He opened the gift gently and ran his fingers along the velvet green material, and lifted it to see that it was a knee length robe, he let his magic go a bit to sense what charms were on it, he sensed fire-proof and water-proof spells, it changes to suite his size, warming and cooling charms for the different seasons and even basic protection charms. He slipped it on and it adjusted to his slender frame of his five ft. five figure before he sat back down and pulled out a red wrapped gift and he knew it was from Remus with another letter.

Cub, first of all, DON'T BLAME YOURSELF, Sirius's death is NOT YOUR FAULT so don't you dare think otherwise. I'm sorry I couldn't be there to comfort you but the goat have me confined to Grimmauld Place since I have been grieving the loss of Mate Sirius as your know.Anyway I hope you like your gift unlike Neville I thought it would befit you emotionally more than anything. All my best and happy birthday,

Remus aka Moony

He pulled the gift towards him and felt that it was a book of some sort so he opened it and frowned when he saw that it didn´t have a title, he open it and gasped.

On the first page was a photo of his parents and a baby in the hospital, both of them were looking at the baby with such love and adoration it brought tears to his eyes as they looked up with bright smiles and tears of happiness as they proudly posed with their first born son for the camera. He turned to the next page and saw a photo of Lily and James at their wedding. His mother looked stunning in her knee length white dress, it was simple with lace, 3 quarter sleeves and a pink heart pendant, her fire red hair was pulled into an elegant knot but had strands framing her heart shaped face, her emerald eyes alight with fire. His father was dashing in his black tux and proud cocky smile on his face and he held Lily's hand in his own with his hazel eyes filled with joy.

He bit his lip and closed the book and promised himself to look at it later when he wasn´t so emotional that he'd cry over the simplest thing. He pulled another gift out that he knew was from the twins. He opened the box to find the latest Weasley jokes and a document stating him as an official partner which he signed and it vanished to the shop and he suspected to the Bank. The next gift confused him; it was a potion bottle with a letter attached to the side.

Harry, I know we've never met and you'll be wary of my gift, if so get the Goblins to check it for you, they'll be happy to do so. It's an eye correction potion, I think you'd be happy to show of those stunning emerald eyes of yours

Bill

He grinned but didn't take the potion and set it aside, he would ask the Goblin´s to check before he took it. Then he pulled out a small bag which wriggled.

Harry, this is more for fun than anything, I saw you flying in the Tournament and I just had to get this for you. It's perfectly safe so don't worry.

Charlie

Ps his name is Mori

He opened the bag and a small Horntail Dragon flew out and around the room once before landing on his palm. The dragon hissed at him before sniffing his hand. The dragon seemed to approve of him because he curled up and feel asleep within moments. Gently placing Mori on the desk he turned to the box and found a letter.

Potter, I know it's shocking ME writing to you but I wished to let you know that I am sorry for your loss, I did everything I could to warn the headmaster but he wouldn't listen to me and insisted you handle everything alone. I was the one who sent the Order to you at the last minute, I tried to get Black to stay behind but he was adamant to go and I couldn't stop him and for that I apologize. My gift for your birthday is the box which is actually a trunk with several compartments for your use, it is password protected and keyed to your magical signature. And before you write to ask, I will explain it all when I see you on the first.

Severus Snape

He sat in dumb shock as he re-read the letter before grinning. Standing up he took the robe off and folded neatly before placing it in his new trunk which was now a forest green color with his name written in silver. He placed the rest of his gifts in there and sat thinking of a password when he hissed in Parseltongue. "Nightmares Truth"

With that done he grinned and laid on his bed, however all thoughts of happiness fled when Sirius's face entered his mind's eye, his eyes slid shut just as a tear trickled down his cheek and his mind entered the nightmares that would fill his summer.

To Be Continued

The next chapter will be posted in 2 weeks titled

Chapter 2 – Letters of Concern

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