The darkest flight
By
Zar-raven
Chapter one (don't expect me to name the chapters)
Disclaimer
Crap people if you think I own Harry Potter you're all stupid cuz I'm not a very good writer and J.K. Rowling is totally a good writer….pulse if I owned Harry Potter he wouldn't have ended up with Ginny as I hate her ass he would have been with some Slitherin dude or just Slitherin…. Or his heir… depends on my mood…
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It was the second of September and Hermione and Ron sat at the Gryffindor table for breakfast. It was a Sunday and they were planning on spending it together with their newly formed relationship.
They sat there bickering back and forth about their schedules.
Luna and Neville sat farther down the table. Luna had taken to sitting with Neville as he was her only good friend now that Harry wasn't there.
Near the end of breakfast a bird flew in. It was odd because all the other owls had already left the hall and as it happened, this wasn't an owl, as was normal for wizards, but a raven. This raven had a bigger wing span than a normal raven and had a red stripe on his head as well as red tipped wing feathers and its eyes were an intense red. Everyone watched as it landed in front of Hermione.
The hall, usually loud and buzzing with conversation was now silent as Hermione hesitantly reached for the black parchment and unfolded it.
The writhing was in red but the hand writing was recognized at once.
Dear Hermione,
I'm sorry for leaving so suddenly but I had to have time to figure things out. I hope that this letter reaches you in good health and that you have been well this past year. I apologize for not writing to you sooner but I have been terribly busy.
I'm sorry that I replied to none of your letters; as I had them redirected to my bank account and have only just read them.
I write you to tell you that I have come to my senses and will be coming back to Hogwarts on the second of September at one. I hope to see you then.
Your friend,
Harry
Hermione gasped and handed the letter to Ron.
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Two figures stood on a balcony. The younger of the two looking at the view below, while the older watched the teen
"I don't know what to do Zar." The black haired teen whispered. "I don't think I can go back there…" he whispered.
The dark figure, Zar sighed "You can't just not go back…you're never going to be able to live the life you want until it's over." Zar drifted over to the young teen and stood beside him looking at the world before him. "Don't be so sad, my little raven, you're not alone in this anymore."
"I know…" the teen whispered.
"You're never going to be alone again… I promise you that." The teen, Raven, shivered as he became more aware of Zar's powerful presents.
Raven turned around a few minutes later to find that Zar wasn't there any longer even though his presence was strong.
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Dumbledore, Hermione, Ron, Luna, Neville, and a few others stood waiting for Harry to arrive.
"When is he going to be here?" Ron complained only to be answered by Hermione hitting him upside the head.
"Don't be stupid Ron…" she told him, "He won't be here for a few more minutes."
But just as she said that there was a crack of Apparation and two figures appeared the taller of the two placed his hands on the younger's shoulders and then pulled him into a hug then Apparated away with another small 'pop.'
The younger headed toward them…. 'That couldn't be Harry? Could it?' Hermione thought. And it didn't appear to be Harry for the figure had long shoulder length hair that was straight and neat, and aside from that the figure didn't walk like Harry… in fact, the person almost drifted across the grounds.
The raven haired teen stopped in front of them.
"Harry?" Hermione asked looking him over.
"Were you expecting anyone else around this time?" he asked, smiling brightly. Harry was taller, though not as tall as Ron. He looked older. His features where more angular and feminine, he had gotten rid of his glasses and grown his hair out long so it was now framing his face and brushed his shoulders. His robes where dark and finely trimmed with green to match his eyes. In all Harry looked hot.
"Don't you ever leave like that again!" Hermione yelled at him smacking him across the face.
Harry blinked a few times "Of course," He agreed, "it was immature of me to run off like that, I apologize for my rash behavior." He told her calmly.
Everyone was gaping; it was completely unlike Harry to be so…resolved.
"Harry, my dear boy, where have you been the last year… we were unable to locate you." The headmaster said gravely.
"I was training." He stated simply, and indeed he looked like he had been training.
"But Harry, how could you be training with the law against under age magic? You should have only just been able to use magic outside of school." Hermione asked, always the curious one.
"I was in America. There law stated that as long as you have an apprenticeship you can practice magic and of whatever kind your teacher is willing to teach you when ever your teacher permits it." Harry stated. There was a long moment of silence as the others wondered who he had been taught under. "Now if you would all please excuse me I'm going to go rest before dinner. It has been a long trip." Harry turned to leave.
"Dear boy, if you would join me in my office after dinner so we can discuss a few things?" The headmaster asked. It was stated as a question but by all means it wasn't one.
"Of course headmaster," Harry said, and with that he walked off.
Neville and Luna ran after him and were talking to him like he never left before they has even gotten inside.
"Wow," Ron said as Harry walked away, "that was… different."
Hermione ignored him completely and turned to the headmaster. "You don't think his gone dark, do you?" she asked the headmaster worried.
"Don't worry Miss. Granger; I'll talk to him about it later." He replied his eyes glittering like always. With that he walked off heading for the school leaving Ginny, Hermione, and Ron alone with there thoughts.
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Harry lay in his bed almost asleep, for it had been a rather long journey all the way from the states, with quite a few different Apparation points and three separate Portkeys. Plus, there was the fact that it was only 4:00 a.m. in California and he had had to get up earlier so that he could be here by 1:00. He usually woke up around 5:00 because Zar had him up early for his training every day but 2:00 was a little too much for having stayed up until midnight.
He had just fallen asleep when the door slammed open. He was on his feet in an instant, his daggers drawn.
"Fuck." he swore when he realized that it was just Ron. He dropped back down onto the bed, putting his daggers back in the holsters.
"Sorry mate," Ron said nervously, "I was just wondering if we could talk, you know catch up on everything that happened in the last year…" He trailed of when he saw Harry glaring at him. "Or not..." he said defensively.
Harry sighed "It's not that I don't want to talk Ron, it's just that its only 4:00 back home."
"Home, Harry?" Hermione, who had walked in at one point, asked.
Harry looked at his friends before answering, "Yes, my home, where I have been living for the past year with Z… my master." ((A/N yes master because it was an apprentice/master thing))
"But isn't home here with your friends? You always us to think of Hogwarts as your home…" she asked.
"A lot has changed in the last year, 'Mione."
She looked like she was about to say something but then thought better of it.
Harry stood and grabbed his robes and pulled them on over his muggle clothes. "I'm going to grab a cup of coffee and then talk to the headmaster; I'll see you at dinner." He told them as he walked past them.
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Harry walked through the painting of the bowl of fruit, only to be confronted by Dobby.
"Hello Dobby." He said tiredly.
"Hello Mr. Harry potter sir!" the elf said in his normal bouncy tone. "Is there anything I can gets you?" he asked excitedly.
"Could I have some coffee please, Dobby, if it's not too much trouble?" Harry asked softly.
"Of course Harry Potter sir." Dobby smiled running off to get Harry some coffee.
Harry sat down at the table his head resting on it. Dobby placed the coffee on the table in front of him, and Harry smiled appreciatively.
"Thank you so much Dobby."
"Anything for Harry Potter sir." He said happily bouncing. "I is happy you is being ok Harry Potter sir, and even more glad that you have come back."
"I missed you too, Dobby." Harry said "we will have to talk some time, but I have to go talk with the headmaster. I'll see you later Dobby, okay?"
"Okay Harry Potter sir!" Dobby said as he bounced over to the other house elves.
Harry and his cup of coffee headed up stairs to the headmasters' office. That's when Harry realized he didn't know the password. So he started listing off candy.
"Lemon drops?" he asked.
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Fifteen minutes later
"Umm, blood pops." Harry said hopefully, "No? Then how about… skittles?" again not the right one…
"Please just let me in?" he asked the statue.
"All you had to do was ask nicely..." the statue said, "No one seems to figure that out. Though it is fun to watch people say random candies trying to figure out the right one."
"Wonderful, a statue with a sense of humor." Harry said sarcastically as the stairs opened and he stepped upon them.
Harry knocked softly on the door, or he was about to when the door flew open and an angry Snape stepped out. He sent Harry a glare and went down the stairs.
Harry then knocked softly on the already open door.
The headmaster looked up and smiled at Harry brightly his eyes twinkling. "Ah Harry, my dear boy, I hadn't expected you until after dinner."
"I'm sorry if I'm disrupting you headmaster, but I just thought that whatever you had wanted to talk about would be important, and, that if you weren't busy, we could talk now?" Harry asked his voice flat, and his face not showing much emotion.
"Of course my dear boy," Dumbledore said smiling, "please do sit down." He said motioning to the chair in front of him.
Harry gracefully sat in the chair provided and smiled slightly at the old man. "I'm assuming this has to do with who has been teaching me this past year. Am I correct professor?" he asked.
"Yes my dear boy, it does, you see we must make sure you are up to par with the seventh years so you can continue being in class with your friends."
"Of course headmaster," Harry said in a monotone, "though I am positive that I am on the same level as my peers. My master showed me much and if proof is what you are in search of, I have the documents right here for you to look over." Harry said pulling said documents out of his robes, handing them to Dumbledore
Dumbledore read carefully over the documents but was frozen at the name signed at the bottom.
There signed in green ink was the name Salazar Slytherin.
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So peoples what do you think of the first chapter…?
I'm so happy about finally posting my first story!!
Anyway please review even if it's to correct my horrible spelling and bad grammar
Yours in fanfiction
Zara