Darkling Family

Summary: All that Pitch wanted was a family. He just never guessed it would've be this way.

Spoilers: all the HP books and movies and The Rise of the Guardians (movie). If you don't know the books or movies, go read and watch them!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies, they belong to J. K. Rowling. I do not own Rise of the Guardians or any of the characters from the movie, they belong to Williams Joyce. I also do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Pairing/s in this chapter: LE/PB

Warnings in this chapter: Alternate Universe, Character Death, Alternate Universe - Cannon Divergence

Ner words in this chapter: 1,950

"Talking"

'Thinking'

{Talking on the phone}

Dream/Memory/Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV

Prologue

November 2004

PB's POV

Pitch sat in his lair playing with the sand in silence. There was nothing else he could do but try. He might never have enough power... but there were the few thousands who believed. Adults which made the fear lots weaker than what he needed, yet beggars can't be pickers. One more attempt, just one more and... failure. And there goes all the fear he'd collected during whatever war the adults were fighting upstairs. In the 'real world'.

Pitch looked up longingly. Maybe he'd find one of his believers. One really scared and in need of a fear discharge.

He let the shadows transport him into the outside world and looked around. Looked like he was in London.

"HELP!"

And in luck. Pitch followed the scream and stayed in the darkness as a group of drunk men... these were wizards... of course they believed in him because they are taught to and how to fight his minions. How many Boggarts had he sent only for them to return after being forced back into his realm with laughter? The poor creatures never stood a chance against this kind. Pitch's eyes narrowed. Finally, he'd be able to make at least some of them pay for what they did to the poor Fearlings.

"Who'd help a Mudblood like you?" The voice was slurred barely managing the words out.

Pitch turned to who they meant and found a dark-ginger witch holding unto a stick as if it was a life source. He stayed in the shadows and saw her eyes. Green. Not any green. It was like looking into the sky and see all of these stars and constellations. It reminded Pitch of a time where he could see it in another completely different way up in the sky...

"Please, help me."

Pitch frowned as the eyes looked directly into his eyes. The only thing visible in the shadows. The men turned but didn't see him. Not all wizards did believe he existed after all, only some. She did.

"Who are you talking to, you Cunt?"

It was the way she kept looking back even when she was hit that made him move. Maybe there was still some Kozmotis in him... he darkened the alley.

"What's... you summoned a creature?" Another drunk snarled at the believer.

"Bogeyman." The witch whispered in fear and... thankfulness.

The men started shouting around. Throwing their happy memories around and light. He started to be able to feed on their fear. He didn't feel any fear from her which was strange but he didn't question it. He let his Shadowmen eat the men alive. Doing to them what their race had done to his Fearlings for centuries. The woman never tried to escape. She leant down unto her knees and stayed there in acceptance.

Finally, the darkness stepped back and there was no sign of the wizards except their sticks of power. He stepped on one as he approached the woman who looked up at him, tears in her eyes and waiting. Her only fear was that she'd never wed her beloved in a month.

"You want me to kill you?" He asked.

"I didn't summon you but I know that asking the Bogeyman for help has consequences. If it's my life so be it. I won't bargain it. At least I won't die raped by those brutes."

Pitch watched her in silence. She was one of a kind. He'd give her that. He turned around to leave. She'd given him a feast already, he didn't need her fear as well.

"Release me." He warned when she grabbed his robes.

He looked at her who looked back scared. Not of him but of being alone. He turned and grabbed her shoulder manhandling her to her feet. She allowed it still scared. He stayed quiet as he looked at her eyes. In there was an attachment growing out of her knowledge. He saved her life and she got attached to him... her eyes, that called to him, stuck on his golden ones.

"You want to live?" She nodded. "Even so, you want to repay me?" A nod again.

Pitch stepped forward and she showed no more resistance than the usual resistance of a virgin being taken by the first time.

–DF–

Pitch returned home and smirked at the amount of fear he collected. He'd finally manage his army. He was certain of it.

Katherine stopped by once to check on him. She never commented on his handiwork. She understood somewhat his need. Magical humans, adults at that, didn't exactly help to keep him living. He needed more people to believe. He needed to make the Tsar pay.

He looked up at Katherine as she watched him weave the sand that she'd brought him from Sandman himself.

"Why are you here? Don't you have a nature to keep?"

"It's already unbalanced enough thanks to the humans' lack of fear." His Darkling Daughter argued as if she was just a child all over again. "Besides, do I need an excuse to visit the Nightmare King?"

"The Nightmare King maybe." Pitch replied and stored the sand. "To visit your father, now that's a different story."

The smile he got was almost contagious. Almost. He left with her from his workshop and went with her to the library room where she picked her favourite book and handed back.

"How old are you again?" He asked his daughter with a known look.

Katherine sat on the floor before his favourite chair as if she wasn't the Mother Goose and smiled back expectantly. Pitch rolled his eyes and allowed it. She was still his everything, no matter what. Darkness in his heart or not.

–DF–

January 2005

Pitch was working when he felt it. A child... no, too old to be a child. A teenager most likely doing a daring that his or her friends had forced upon him or her.

A summoning to the superficies.

Pitch ignored it, but the teenager didn't stop. Not a daring then. A true summoning!

Unable to refuse it for much longer, Pitch let the shadows take him to the person and couldn't help the surprisement at whom he found. Under the bed of an old full of moth motel room was a dark-ginger woman saying Bogeyman is real like a mantra, a hand on a slight there distend in her lower belly.

"Open your eyes so I can see your green eyes." He ordered, raising the bed diagonally.

The witch opened her eyes and looked back. The happiness that suddenly showed on her shadows surprised him. Hadn't he dealt with her attachment with him by taking it from her body that day? Had some feeling been left behind out of his control?

"I'm so glad you actually came. I was afraid it wouldn't work."

"Why did you summon me? I'm too busy to be here lazing around, you know?"

"I'm sorry. I truly am." The woman stood, thankful that he still kept the bed up and out from the way and walked to the desk by the side as he lowered the bed. "After I met you there was an investigation because of the deaths and they completely checked me. My... fiancé found out I'd lost my virginity to a creature of the dark and broke up with me. I was given very potent anti-perceptive potions... a month later I was in the hospital."

Pitch picked the parchment to him offered and opened it. It was a pregnancy test...

Pitch looked up at her his eyes growing.

"Even though I was made against my will to take anti-perceptive potions I still... your powers... your seed" she blushed deep red, "is too potent."

Pitch looked at the parchment one more time.

"You were left behind by everyone else, correct?"

"Yes, Sir."

Pitch closed his hand and looked up at the woman as the parchment disappeared through his Shadowmen. At Lily Rose Evans if the parchment was correct. She shivered. Good, even if pregnant she should be afraid of him. Pitch sent one of the Shadowmen towards Katherine and sat on a chair.

"Try to rest. Your ride might take a while."

Uncertain, Lily sat down on the mothy bed. It took a couple hours for Katherine to enter the room. Lily having fallen asleep. His daughter looked at the human, carrying the parchment in her hands.

"Who's the creature? The parchment doesn't say."

"I am." Katherine looked back surprised and then towards the witch. "That's your baby brother that she's carrying. I can't transport her with the shadows."

Katherine frowned confused back before comprehension appeared.

"I'll get her to the lair." She agreed ecstatically.

"It's just a believer that accidentally got pregnant. There's no lost love, Katherine." He sneered.

"I know." The woman agreed way too happy about the fact. "See you in several hours, Father."

Pitch would never understand his daughter, still the baby was too small for him to carry the witch with the shadows and she didn't have any money to transport herself to where he had the nearest doorway to his lair. He let the shadows take him and walked to his workshop.

Pitch frowned at finding himself before an empty room. Lily would've need a place to call her own... he huffed against his better judgment and entered. Katherine's knowing looks would've be a nightmare of it's own.

–DF–

Sunday, 31 July 2005

PB's POV

Pitch didn't feel any actual attachment to the witch. She was a believer and once a source of pleasure and fear. Now she had delivered him a son. Katherine was in the next room holding the new-born as Lily's body finally breathed her lasts breaths. Her body wasn't ready for the son of Bogeyman and the only reason it didn't shut down before the time was because Katherine kept her living. That had been Lily's biggest fear, the inability to see it through.

"Can you...?" She requested and Pitch finally entered the room. "What do I...?"

"Think of Harry. How you'll never see him. How you never hear his first word. See his first step." Pitch could've kept up but already the human - who he'd given his former name just so his son wouldn't be born without a name - became bombarded with fear. "Good girl."

Pitch lowered and touched his lips to her's. He didn't mercilessly kill her like he did her attackers. She was the mother of his son and deserved to go out quietly. When he stepped back she was dead.

Pitch turned around and left the room uncaringly about the cadaver that now there inhabited. Katherine was in her room holding her brother and feeding him.

"How long more can you stay?"

"I'll have to check the Globe. See how messed up it become without me." She replied looking finally up. "He has her eyes."

Pitch stepped forward and looked at the darkness of eyes and deep there he saw the same green like stars.

"We'll manage for several hours." Pitch replied and Katherine smiled back. "If I hear of you doing what I did: the human won't go out in a quiet sleep." He warned.

Katherine chuckled.

"Don't worry, Father. No man in my life. I'd send him to you first for your seal of approval."

Pitch raised an eyebrow back at the teasing tone.

"I'll know if you don't." He threatened and she nodded.

Katherine could be hundred-year-old. He still wouldn't let anyone near his Darkling Daughter.

Katherine finally set the sleeping baby on the baby cot in the room. She approached Pitch and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.

"I'll try to be as brief as possible." She promised before she left.

(TBC)

I wrote a fic for the 31 of December and then this one about Christmas hit me in two days a full fic.

It's finished only needs posting... And a Beta :P

First time writing in this fandom and only because there wasn't enough BlackIce pairings. Nor any fic with this type of plot

~Isys