Edited: 8/15/2016 8:26 PM
Prologue
By: Avye, or whatever name I'm using
Pairing: Harry/Voldemort , Severus/Lily
Summary: What if instead of the Durslys keeping Harry, he was sent to a Orphanage not unlike Tom Riddle's, what if his true father had supplied him with a guardian. What if the Light wasn't all that they advertised. This is what could have happened compared to what did happen, It happened because things went off on as different path than before
Warning: Okay just so you know, I HATE DUBLES and Ron, and Hermine and GINNY….so lots of bashing but I'll try to hold myself back, I promise. I'm if almost full support of the dark side, so DARK HARRY, umm…I won't be too mean to James, Sirius, and Lupin, I like Moony he is okay, like the twins.
Author Note: Umm I know I shouldn't be posting another story when I haven't been working on my other ones, it just I feel no inspiration for them, if you understand thanks, if you don't hold your horses I might get some motivation. I'm posting this because I want ideas, and praise and all that good stuff…LIKE COOKIES, be they Cyber or not. Umm I may not post often, because either my computer broke or I'm sick, or I have too much school work (I have Seven school days this YEAR! *runs off crying in emo corner)
Anyway I hope you like this…I always wanted to do a dark Harry story…
Notes:
Speech "Greetings"
Thought 'why am I doing this'
Parseltongue and parslemagic =SSSSS=
Spell "Ala Kazam!"
Prologue
Some time in the year 1981
Magical house hidden in a muggle neighborhood
A black cloaked figure knelt upon the cold stones of the floor, clutching chalk in a trembling hand as they drew the lines and runes of the most forbidden of summons that the figure could find in the time given. Hoping against hope that by some miracle this audacious plan worked.
Releasing a nervous sigh to cope with the building anxiety, the figure dropped the chalk, letting it break on impact with the stones, only to replace it with a sharp ceremonial dagger. Said dagger having gone through previous minor rituals to make it the necessary tool for this complex rite. Much premeditated planning when into this, as it was the last chance the cloaked wizard could chance. Hence the anxiety, nerves, and desperation.
Those trembling hands skillfully slashed across their pale palm, years of practice and habit keeping the movement clean and precise, then proceed on letting the freshly released blood pool, before dropping onto the summoning circle. As soon as the organic fluid touched the white chalk the room was engulfed in light, forcing the figure to look away shielding their pale face from the intense presence of the light, let alone the brightness.
The runes and circles glowed an eerie red before the brightness of the room grew yet even brighter, then suddenly and horrifyingly fast, dimed to a darkness unnatural to our realm, creating a veil that covered the entire room. Shielding in from any who would think to barge in or eavesdrop. A separate plane for which the coming contract could be crafted.
Slowly the unearthly darkness shifted, for even in the vast nothingness of the dark you were able to see feathers as they started to drift from thin air, bringing a soft glow with them. Some where of the purest of virginal white, while others were a deeply tainted black. It gave the sense of hundreds of softly flickering candles around the room, but keeping the mystical feel of what was occurring.
Soon, just as the male figure dared to look again, an ethereal figure descended among the feathers, their wings displaying where these unearthly feathers originated from. Bare dainty feet hovered just above the center of the runic glyphs now scorched into the wooden planks of the old home's floors.
"speak, Mortal, for I have little patience for the greedy cowardice of man, let alone their petty problems." Spoke the inhuman being in a voice of heaven, but with the cruel words of hell. The dark miasma that veiled the room shadowed the form from full view of the human currently kneeling at the edge of the circle.
The black figure looked on for but a second more before speaking in a low tone, but echoing in the silence. Desperating braking through the sudden second thoughts that threatened to overtake the human.
"I wish to make a deal. I wish to save my son"
The wizard only noticed because he was staring at the figure with beseeching eyes, steady in his resolve, but the being in front of him seemed intrigued now. They had shifted what seemed to be their head, in a way that would suggest the where now fulling taking in the mortal before them, rather than staring in the general direction.
