Harry Potter fanfiction
THE DARK SECRET

Dedicated to BrutieBoots, because she's been waiting long for the continuation of this story (even though this is the rewrite). (:

PROLOGUE
CAIN

A handsome lone figure stood at the edge of the lake, his toes tickled by the gentle nips of the freezing black water. His hands were stuffed in black slacks while matte black hair gently swayed with the wind. And even though the air was sharp and cold, he remained shirtless, his chest finely chiseled and pallid.

The elders told him that it was not in their nature to feel much emotion. They told him it was weak, but he felt very weak at the moment. His nutmeg eyes were narrowed and filled with utter sadness, but they remained dry. His flawlessly-shaped lips were pulled into a slight frown as his gazed averted from ripple to ripple of the lake. The elders were right. The elders were always right. He was wrong to think differently. He'd been a fool to think differently.

He'd gotten what he had wanted. He fell in love, but it cost him his secret. The headmaster had told him he'd had to keep his identity confidential from the students, or else he would not be able to learn any longer at his school. And he did. He kept it secret for seven years, but when he met her, things changed. Rules were broken that shouldn't have been broken; stories were told that shouldn't have been told. He'd lost his place at the school and was driven back to where he came from.

He was ashamed. He'd brought shame to his clan, and now everybody feared them even more for what they were. Was it so bad that he'd made one mistake? Of course it was. It cost him his dignity and her life.

Banished. He was banished from both the school and his clan. The forest was no longer his home. He was left to fulfill the title of a savage.

In addition to his loneliness, his heart was shattered. The elders had told him that it was not in their nature to feel romance, that it led to destruction. There was a reason why their kind did not fall in love. But he was stubborn. He was greedy. He wanted to knowledge, thirsted for it. He wanted to experience. Meeting the humans at the school provided him with great teachers. He studied them, learned from them, but he would never fully comprehend it unless he experimented. It wouldn't have been hard for him to find someone to experiment with. After all, he was beautiful, a handsome young man beyond compare. The girls practically worshipped him.

However, he was told that it didn't just come with anyone. The spark, that is. It came with someone especially special. He spent years searching for her, really connecting gazes with each female, but nothing. Until he finally met her, that is.

And then, everything suddenly fell from his grasp. He'd lost control and everything before his eyes went to madness. The black curtain fell over his eyes and he was no longer who he'd attained to be. Everything he worked for was gone.

He shuddered at the memory. He'd had everything at that school, and, within an instant, it had vanished. He'd been stripped of his pride and left to fend for himself. Not even his clan would hear him out. He was banished by the elders and granted eternally shame for what he'd done. To them, he'd ruined everything they'd worked for, for many years.

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. The tide had rose and the lake now covered his bare feet, soaking the hems of his slacks. That life was gone. He had to start anew. He turned his back on the majestic castle that towered above the tallest of trees from across the lake and walked up the pebbled shore of the small island. His past was bloody, but his future, he knew, would be bloodier.