Quick author's note. This is a Creature! Harry fic, also an Inheritance! Fic. Severe light and Dumblefuck bashing as well as Dark bashing. In this Harry is independent and could really care less about the light or dark. As you guessed this is a Dark Harry fic. Don't like, please don't read.

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Another Kind of Evil

Ch.1 Fear

The rain pattered softly on the roof of number four Privet drive. In his room Harry lay on his bed, quietly listening to the rain and thinking of the past year. Down stairs Vernon glared at the ceiling, speaking to his wife in a low whisper.

"It will be six years, Petunia. Six years that we have allowed that freak to go to that school and every time he comes back he gets worse." Vernon scoffed. "Hiding in his room, believing he is better than us." Beside him His wife drew back, afraid. "I think I know what must be done." With a final look to his wife of 16 years, Vernon ascended the stairs, each thud of his foot, a death sentence.

Petunia quivered, recently Vernon had become violent. Angering quickly and striking the subject of said anger, usually the boy. However, there were times… where it was not just Harry who felt her husband's wrath.

Above the large man stopped outside of his nephews' door, considering for a moment the locks that hung loosely before him. "Freak" he murmured. Without knocking Vernon opened the door. There on the bed lay Harry, his body thin and week looking. Various cuts and bruises adorned his form each in different states of healing. Scars decorated his arms, legs and abdomen, on his chest was carved the word "Freak". Vernon sneered.

Harry jumped, startled noticing his uncle in his room for the first time.

A cold look entered the man's eyes "This has lasted long enough."

Harry paled as his uncle sprung.

Below, Petunia shuttered as she heard the Beating begin loud crashes, bangs and cracks brought tears to her eyes. Wet thuds sent her to the floor, worse was the silence that consumed the empty space the noise had left. She shook and cried on the floor, unconsciously rubbing a bruise around her wrist, a gift from her husband.

Harry was a mess, laying in a pool of his own blood and covered in the same. Bone deep cuts and welts littered his already battered body. One spread across his face, usually forbidden territory. It started above his left eye, cut through his eyebrow, mercifully sparing his eye and ended under the right corner of his mouth. Above Vernon looked on.

"I should have done this years ago." His voice was like ice as he raised a small shard of broken mirror to attack one last time. Instinctively Harry rolled onto his stomach and covered his head, waiting to die.

Darkness consumed them.

When Harry awoke he was in a small clearing surrounded by trees. Confused he tried to sit up and examine his surroundings, however stopped when he felt two things out of place. One something was winding loosely around his ankles and two, something heavy was sitting on his back. Slowly Harry turned his head to find something very large and covered in black feathers surrounding him from behind. Frightened he tried to get up and shake off the enormous thing. However he forgot about the thick rope like thing binding his ankles, and subsequently tripped, landing face first on the grassy ground. Groaning slightly Harry stood again after realizing that what ever the heavy feathered thing was it was not hurting him. He stood and turned to look at the thing again, only it was not there. Turning his head he it and, before his eyes, it stretched. "a… wing?..." Turning his head he saw the matching one on his right. 'what the hell is going on?' He pondered the large black wings before an odd sensation reached him. Curled loosely around one of his legs was the thick black rope from earlier, cautiously he followed it's progress up his leg, when his eyes could no longer see he used his hands, gently feeling where it led… to the top of his pants… then into his back…

'What the hell is going on with me?'

Behind him he heard a soft rustle and spun, his wings splayed threateningly his tail moving slowly but threateningly back and fourth.

Harry's eyes widened as one of the shadows among the trees stepped out into the small space.

It was a man. He was taller than Harry by about 10 inches, his skin was pale and his features pointed in a way that spoke of beauty, power and grace. "Relax Son of Lilly. You are safe."

Harry started, his wings and tail flexing outward for a moment. "You…. You know me?"

A light chuckle emanated from the man. "I know you better than you know yourself."

"if that is true, what is happening to me?"

The man's sea blue eyes darkened, "you have reached your inheritance Harry. It lays dormant in all magical beings until it is needed, as yours was."

Harry shook his head, "no, I'm not a… a…. creature. I'm human, my father was human. Hell my mother was a muggleborn."

The man laughed, and the sound was music "Not all blood is awakened, Harry. Your father's veins coursed with three different blood types, Were, Vampyre and Darkling. Your mother was a fey. Adopted when she was an infant, as fey never keep their young."

Harry stood his mouth gaping as he contemplated these facts. "But my father wasn't a werewolf, nor was he a vampire. "

Again the small chuckle. "Humans are not very perceptive Son of Lilly, there are things in this world even wizards have not herd of. Your father's were blood was true were, the animal they change into varies from person to person. They maintain their human minds while transformed and while they must turn at least once during the full moon they are not forced into it. The Vampyre blood is similar, you can be out in daylight and although you will need blood once in a while it is not your only source of nutrition. The darkling is interesting and farther back." He paused for a moment considering, finally he seemed to mentally shrugg and continued. "Back thousands of years, the Darklings, a species of demon, was dieing. To save their species they decided to mate with other worked out best."

"But if it was so long ago, why is it still affecting me?"

"Magical blood does not dilute like a wizard's... Harry, you must come with me, your new blood may destroy you if you don't."

Suddenly his wings splayed again having fallen from their defensive stance. " Why should I go with you when I'm needed here?"

"if you don't come you will die."

Harry thought for a moment unsure and scared. "I dont know you, I... I need to tell some one…" His wings fell as he became afraid.

"I am Subpetiae a fey like your mother. do not worrie son of lilly, Any human whom you wish to tell will understand when you return. Come."

The man, so beautiful so threatening held out his hand, and still afraid, Harry took it disappearing in a small flash.

Dumbledore glared at his desk, pictures of a blank lot littered it. Number four was destroyed and Harry was missing. "Professor." The elderly wizard looked up at Minerva McGonigal. "he can not be..."

Dumbledore sighed. "He's not."