A/N by the 2nd author: For all of you who have missed DARKMARKLV's work then you will love this. I'm taking over! MAHAHAHA! Well I wish it were the world it's actually her story. Even better! With the help of DarkMark I hope it will be up to your standerds. As for her other stories, I think she will return after a break. So on with the updates of the already written chapters.

A/N: Hey, this is one of my new stories. It is SLASH between Harry/OC so please leave it you have a problem with that. Also this story might be slightly OOC, since I am not J.K. Rowling. Thanks.

Disclaimer: I don't own a thing.

CHAPTER 1: PANTHER

A boy around 16 was sitting on his window sill, watching the trees bend over due to the strong wind. The usual bright blue skies were now a dull gray with black clouds gliding around.

He sighed the millionth time that day, all that was on his mind was his loveable Godfather, Sirius Black. Even though he may look healthy his emotional health was hitting rock bottom.

It was August 2, a month until school started. Everyday since school ended he's always had a vision of a building/castle and in the dungeon sat a silhouette of a man, in pain. That was the end of it until he woke up, he knew it had to do with Voldemort because his scar always burned slightly.

It was all his fault that Sirius died. Like Hermione said,

"I only wanted to be the hero." Harry said loudly to himself. The young man hopped off the ledge and walked over to the mirror, looking at it angrily.
It's not that he hated what he looked like; it just reflected how he felt. Dark.
His hair was a little bit shorter and it stuck out more than ever, his bangs covered his scar that he dreaded so much. A dark tan was covering his usual pale skin for being outside too much. His height grew much faster, he now stood at 5'6, and he had a little more muscle in his arms, legs, chest and stomach. He gained more weight so his ribs didn't stick out as much.

The weirdest change in Harry, was his eyes. Hermione sent him contacts for his birthday, so he threw his glasses away. But now his eyes were a bright green with specks of gold and lime green.

Over all, Harry looked dark and handsome. He shook his head when he thought about his birthday. The wizard only received contacts from Hermione, and a black choker with a black diamond in shape of a five point star from Professor Dumbledore, (which he wore every waken moment.) It's not that he was complaining that he didn't get anything, it was because Ron, Hagrid, and Remus hadn't written to him all break.
He looked sadly at the wall; his world was falling apart around him. A spider came across his path; he bent down and watched it crawl over his quill. The door banged open and Harry stood up shocked.

"Hey freak." His cousin shouted, looking over at Harry.

"What?" Harry asked clearly annoyed with the interruption of feeling sorry for himself.

"Somebody is here to see you." He replied looking pale and shaken, occasionally touching his behind. Harry nodded and pulled on a baggy white shirt and jeans, and climbed downstairs. The young wizard cursed, he forgot his wand in the cupboard a while ago.
But as he came downstairs, no one was down in the entry way. Thinking Dudley was just fooling around he yelled at the boy.

"DUDLEY!" The fat boy came out of the kitchen looking at Harry.

"Where is...this person you claimed wanted to see me?" Harry asked grumpily.

"He- he was j-just here! He had this long black thing on with a hood." Harry stopped glaring and frowned.

"Hood?" The young wizard asked, stepping closer to the cupboard.

"Yeah." Dudley was shaking, looking around the room.

"Hmmm," Harry mumbled unlocking the small door, Dudley snapped his eyes toward his cousin and grimaced.

"Hey! Mom and Dad told you, you couldn't go in there!" The young whale reported, not even noticing they were in danger and getting back his nasty attitude.

"I need my wand. If you're smart you'll keep your mouth shut." Harry said bending over. But Dudley went over to Harry and kneed him in the stomach.

"Ergh!" The wizard fell to the floor grabbing his wand in the process.

"You'll pay for that one!" Harry yelled pointing his wand in-between the fat boy's eyes. Expecting Dudley to yell at him, or even look at the wand in fright, instead he was now looking behind Harry in horror.

The young wizard spun around to come face to...well knees with a hooded figure who was at least 6'6 Harry averted his wand onto the stranger.

"Who are you?" Harry asked with out any fear in his voice. The stranger chuckled lightly.

"That is not important right now." His voice was like rich velvet, which sent Harry's hair on the back of his neck to stand up.

"But I can assure you that I mean no threat to you." Harry glared at him.

"O? Then why don't you come in and have some tea and biscuits with me?" Harry asked sarcastically, not moving his position.

"I would be delighted." The figure said walking toward the kitchen.

"Potter! How could you? MUM!" Dudley started running up stairs, to warn his mother, since Uncle Vernon was at work.

"Horrid creature." The stranger said quietly leaning against the wall, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Get out." Harry warned, standing up and raising his wand at him. Slowly the man walked over to Harry. A light touch went down to Harry's ass and the figure walked past like nothing happened.

Anger rushed through the younger wizard's body and he was about to speak a curse, when he noticed his wand was gone.

"You bastard! Give me my wand back." His back was turned toward Harry but he spoke anyway.

"Dumbledore sent me here. So you can relax. I'll tell you and your...family what's happening later on." He said quietly.

Once again, Harry felt anger towards Dumbledore, come rushing through his body. That man always kept things from him. He was interrupted in his thoughts by his horse like Aunt banging down the stairs.

"What is your kind doing here, boy?" He screeched, Harry just sighed and shook his head.

"Don't know." He replied darkly climbing the stairs, two at a time to get to his room. Even in his room he could hear his aunt yell to the stranger but, oddly enough he didn't hear the man.

Tears burst through his eyes, he was so frustrated with Sirius, Dumbledore, himself... he was so weak, and yet he was destined to kill off the most powerful dark lord in history.
Not knowing what else to do he screamed with his mouth clamped shut, and picked up the lamp on his bedside table. Deciding to throw it across the room, a strong hand grasped the lamp and took it away from Harry. The young wizard sighed and stormed past the stranger, until an arm snaked across his waist and slammed him into the man's chest. Hot breath blew on Harry's ear.

"I know what you're going through Harry. Just please, settle down." Harry was soothed by this voice and he slid into the embrace.

"Please...let me go." Harry said weakly. The arms gently let him go and Harry turned toward the stranger.

"Who are you?" The figure sighed and talked in the same soothing voice.

"I'll tell you later...but for now you can call me Panther." He said shrugging. Harry just stood there feeling numb, lightning flashed through the sky and all the power shut off.
Panther glided over to Harry and pulled him out of his bedroom, and down in the living room were his Aunt and cousin were clutching each other.

"It's you! You did this. Wait until Vernon comes home, a good beating sounds good right about now." His aunt replied, pointing a finger at Harry, as Panther stepped protectively in front of the wizard.

"Mum, dad's home!" Dudley screeched, looking out the window and running to the front door, about to open it.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Panther said standing in the middle of the room looking at the wall calmly.

"Fuck off!" The door opened and slammed shut. Curiosity came over Harry as he stepped over to the curtain, turning to see Panther arguing with his Aunt he peeked out the drapes.
What he saw made his blood run cold. Hundreds of Death Eaters were running around the small town going in and out of houses, killing anyone in their path. Blood chilling screams were heard all over as they were tortured to death.
The odd thing about this whole thing was that not one Death Eater stepped close to his house, and there was no one to help stop this torture. No Auror's or Order of the Phoenix members.

His Uncle and Cousin laid there in the street, totally forgotten, and bleeding freely from their slit necks. It was then that Harry Potter turned numb. A single tear traveled down his cheek, unnoticed to anyone else in the room.

Walking like he was in a dream, Harry went out of the living room, into the kitchen, locking the door after him. Yelling could be heard as his Aunt left the house, to die after her beloved family.

The house shook like a powerful earthquake was nearby. But Harry stayed on his feet walking over to a chair, and calmly sitting in it. Pounding was heard on the kitchen door as it fell off its hinges and Panther appeared in Harry's line of view.

"Harry! We have to get out of here..." The boy was a living corpse to the stranger as he picked Harry up swiftly and brought him over to the fireplace.
The house was coming to a stop as pieces of the ceiling fell to the floor, Panther covered Harry's body with his own to help protect him from flying debris. But just as the movement started, it all stopped, and Panther stopped right in front of the fireplace.
Harry blinked and held on tighter to the warm presence.

"What happened?" Harry mumbled, clearly embarrassed with himself for clinging onto someone. Panther put Harry down into a standing position and shook his head.

"Don't know. You blanked out for a little bit." Harry's eyes widened.

"M-my cousin...and Aunt and Uncle, their-," He looked over at the window. "Dead." He said numbly.

"I'm afraid so, I'm sorry Harry, the-." He was interrupted by Harry.

"Death Eaters! They were here, killing." Harry walked over to the blinds and looked out.
Hundreds of bodies lay on the ground all bloody and torn. But not one Death Eater was in site.

"How come Aurors didn't show up?" Harry asked quietly to Panther.

"It would be best for Alb- Dumbledore to explain to you." Harry drudged his teeth in frustration.

"I'm not a baby anymore! I deserve to know what's going on in this world, especially when it has to do with my relatives." Harry hissed looking over at the stranger who straightened up and reached in his pocket with such speed Harry couldn't explain.

"Watch out Harry!" Harry turned around to come face to face with a faceless figure.

"Shit!" Dementors were everywhere and Death Eaters were surrounding the house. Laughter was heard as the front door dropped open with a loud bang.

"Come out and play Potter, we promise not to hurt you." A strong arm pulled him away from the window, into the fireplace.

"Number 12!" Harry clasped his eyes shut as he spun in circles; the only thing on this mind before blacking out was...

'This sure was an interesting day.'

Back at Number 12, Panther lifted the boy in his arms and brought him close to himself and rocked him gently in his arms. A few minutes later Panther set the young man on the couch and turned around sharply at a voice.

"I'm gathering it went okay?" The Figure just glared at him.

"Do you want to know what Harry asked me Albus?" He spat. "He asked me why there wasn't any Aurors there defending against the Death Eaters. While his Aunt, Uncle, and Cousin were being tortured to death, while he watched in the fucking window!" Panther sighed and continued.

"You're ruining your chance with him Dumbledore! When ever your name is mentioned to him his eyes change color and get a glint to them. The only thing keeping him from the Dark is his friends; everything else was taken from him." The headmaster looked grave after the speech.

"And we can't afford loosing him to the Dark side." He said thoughtfully.
The figure slammed his fist onto the coffee table, making a large crack down the center.

"That's all you care about! He's just a pawn to you." Panther hissed dangerously.

"And I'm sure having sexual desires about a 16 year old boy is even better?" The headmaster asked dangerously.

"Well, at least I care for him." The man said quietly, looking over at Harry.

"Albus, you wished me to check on Potter?" A silky voice was heard from the doorway. Snape stood there, clearly hearing the whole conversation.

"Ah, yes. Thank you Severus." Snape walked over toward Harry, but not before exchanging glares with the man in the corner. The potions master kneeled down beside the boy, and pulled out a potion. Seeing that he could talk to Albus again, Panther turned toward the man with a grimace.

"What are you going to do with the living arrangements for Harry?" He asked leaning against the dark corner, covered by all the shadows. But before the Headmaster could answer they averted their attention over to Snape and Harry.

"Potter, welcome to the land of living." The man said sneering.

"Hello to you to, Professor." Harry greeted, sarcastically. He sat up tiredly and looked around the room, not seeing Panther in the corner. He felt very weak and tired. Not knowing what to do, he stood up shakily and leaned against the wall. The young man looked around the room and raised an eyebrow.

"Are we back at number 12?" He asked to no one in particular.

"Yes we are Harry. We need to talk about what happened today." Dumbledore said steeping closer to Harry.

"I don't think there is anything to talk about." Harry replied hastily, not wanting to talk about the past.

"Well! I must get going, good day Albus." Snape said standing up. The headmaster nodded walking over to the couch to sit down. Before the Potion's master left, he walked over to Harry and put a potion vial into his hands.
Harry raised any eyebrow in question. Snape sighed,

"Honestly Potter don't you pay attention in my classes? Sleeping potion. Extra dose. I noticed you have bags under your eyes, when you take this you'll fall instantly to sleep, and dreamless." With that he stormed out the room, robes blowing behind him.

"Harry come here please." Dumbledore spoke up patting the spot next to him. The boy walked over to the couch, never noticing a pair of eyes watching him hungrily from the corner.

"Now, tell me what happened today." The old man ordered. Harry glared at the floor, refusing to sit beside the Headmaster.

"I thought you already knew. O yeah, that's why my relatives were killed because your precious order didn't know about it." Harry couldn't help as the dark side of him was showing to his mentor.

"Mr. Potter, I understand what you're going through right now, but all I ask is to tell me what happened with respect." Dumbledore asked kindly.
Harry placed a hand on the mantle piece above the fireplace and began his story.

"I was sitting in my room when my cousin told me someone was downstairs waiting for me..." He finished his story and turned his gaze from the old wizard over to the flames.

"Who is Panther? Why did the Death Eaters come to my house? Why didn't the Order fight against the others? I need to know more about this." Harry stated, kicking a piece of stone across the floor.

"I'm afraid that I can not tell you what you want to know-."

"Oh, come off it Albus, the boy has a right to know. You can't keep everything from him." Harry jumped about a foot in the air when he heard that familiar velvet voice.
Turning around he saw the same hooded figure come out of the shadows. 'Was he there the entire time?' Harry thought watching Dumbledore's face for any surprise. There wasn't any.

"Mr. Pierce, kindly excuse yourself from this room. I will talk to you later." Dumbledore spoke warningly. But the stranger made no move to leave; instead he came closer toward Harry.

"Hello Harry Potter, My name is Lucas Pierce. Sorry about the rudeness I inflicted upon you today." Lucas extended his hand toward Harry.

"Don't shake his hand." Dumbledore said quietly. Harry looked at the headmaster like he grew another head.

"It's a pleasure Lucas." He took the man's outstretched hand.

"The pleasure is all mine, Harry." A vision popped in Harry's head for a moment. It was a dark room, lit by a single candle. A bare neck appeared, large white fangs sunk into the neckline and a bone chilling scream erupted.

Harry gasped and let go of Lucas' hand. He hated when he couldn't see people's faces when he talked to them.

The young wizard shifted slightly and averted his eyes to the headmaster who was clearly upset with Lucas.

"You wanted to know why the Death Eater's attacked your home. It's not because of the Prophecy, but because of-,"

"LUCAS PIERCE! I gave you no permission to tell Mr. Potter that. We will talk later Harry. Why don't you leave Lucas?" Dumbledore boomed furiously.

"Nope, Not unless Harry comes with me." Harry's eyes widened as he heard these words. He didn't even know this guy.

"I can assure you that there is no way I'll let him go with you to the place." Dumbledore spoke surely. Lucas huffed and turned his heel, walking out of the room.

"Don't forget Dumbledore, I ALWAYS get what I want." Lucas hissed dangerously. With that the front door opened and slammed shut, with Harry not even hearing the portrait of Ms. Black yell.