Hey everybody. I got started writing the first book of my new series The Dragon Chronicles, but I started thinking that since Harry is going to be the odd man out in his group when it came to his relationships, I decided to give him a new beginning.

And thus, The Furyan's Mate was born.

This one I will definitely dedicate the majority of my time to (in between school, work, and other shit of course) and I will have all chapters posted by the time I'm ready to start uploading the first few chapters of the first book of The Dragon Chronicles.

I eagerly await your constructive criticism and suggestions to better the story and to any flamers out there watching and waiting, let's just say that some people in Lompoc and Butcher Bay owe me some favors.

Other than that, enjoy!

Chapter 1

Some people believe that one could have one but not the other. One could have darkness in their heart but not be evil. Or, one be evil but still walk in the eye of the light.

They're wrong.

There is no difference between the two so it is impossible to have one without the other. The two are so intertwined with each other that it is scary how similar they are.

Like darkness, evil is everlasting, abundant, deceitful, and alluring; it cannot be caught, reasoned with, or even tamed. Its only goal is to feed and feed and feed on every positive emotion and bright aspect of life, and to cause harm and misery to others in order for it to feed even more.

Especially an evil that lasts for years and decades without anything or anyone strong enough to oppose it. It preys on those too weak to defend themselves, satisfying its thirst for fear and despair after every steal, rape, mug, or kill. A small piece of darkness lives inside every human being; however the choices that each human makes during their lifespan grows or shrinks that piece inside them, turning them into either the monsters

There are two types of people who let darkness rule their lives: those who do whatever they want to do for the sick thrill with no rules and no conscience, and then there are those who do their deeds to survive till the next sunrise but with a moral code.

The second type are those who would not hesitate to lie, cheat, sleep around, steal or even kill in order to get their next meal, in order to live another day. The moral code they stick to acts as the leash on that piece of darkness inside them, to prevent it from growing and to prevent them from descending into madness and becoming the monsters that children fear at night. They focus solely on their target and do their jobs swiftly and efficiently, quick and clean with no collateral damage, and with no focus on the innocent lives involved with the target. Common thieves and even some mercenaries would fall into this category, even a few swindlers as well. But again the choices that are made, along with their intent, are what divides this group from the next one.

The first type of people are, in the simplest of terms, without a conscience. Even though they have no remorse for the things that they do like the second type of people, they have no morals, no rules, and no restrictions on who their victims are. Every type of criminal falls into this category from thieves and mercenaries to child molesters and psychopathic murderers. They are the ones who have truly and whole-heartedly embraced their darkness and have allowed it to fester and grow into evil, becoming the lowest scum of the universe and are the ones who are truly losing touch with reality.

One such human was Tom Marvolo Riddle, whose power was so great that it rivaled the power of the former Dark Lord Grindelwand, and he was still considered to be young for a wizard. After growing up in an orphanage where he was bullied, hated, and shown not one act of kindness for seventeen years Riddle grew to hate the muggle (non- magical folk) children who had bullied him and the muggle adults who deliberately turned a blind eye to his suffering. In time, he began to despise and hate all muggles in general, his hatred becoming so deep and consuming that he denied the muggle blood flowing in his veins from his father. For the next almost thirty years Riddle traveled and devoted his life solely to mastering the Dark Arts, falling deeper and deeper into his own darkness until it consumed him completely. When he returned to Hogwarts School Witchcraft and Wizardry where he had previously attended to apply for the Defense against the Dark Arts position, any little piece of his humanity had all but disappeared. When the headmaster turned him down, his campaign of pureblooded wizards ruling over the muggles and the rest of those of 'lesser' blood grew in earnest. Most of his followers were old school mates, but he had managed to rally a few of the Dark creatures to his side as well.

The next ten years were hell on Earth for both the muggle and the wizarding worlds. Voldemort (as he demanded/tortured others to call him) and his followers, the Death Eaters, laid siege to every village they came across all over the United Kingdom and weren't even deterred by the larger populations in the bigger cities, even London. Every witch or wizard that opposed Voldemort was killed without question, be they muggleborn, half-blood, or even pureblood (blood traitors was what Voldemort labeled them as). While it was fortunate that Voldemort didn't expand his sights further than the British Isles, the destruction that he waged all across England, Scotland, and Ireland was devastating. Thousands of wizards and hundreds of thousands of muggles died during those ten long years, and magic became to being exposed many, many times.

Then hope began to show itself, but hope for who exactly in the war was the real question. A prophesy was brought forward to two families by their leader against Voldemort, saying that one of their sons would have the power to defeat Voldemort once and for all. The problem with the prophesy was that it didn't specify at what age the boys would have this power; since babies and toddlers were still untrained in controlling their magic it was in its rawest and purest form yet till their cores reined their magic in, in time, however long that took, and kept it tightly bound unless summoned. This was shocking; while both families were ecstatic that both Voldemort and the war could finally be put to an end they were not happy that it would end at a child's, and one of their own at that, expense. When their leader of the Light told them that it would be for the "Greater Good", that was the last time the two families ever trusted his leadership completely.

They began to make plans divergent from the war that only a handful of their friends were privy to; plans that would ensure the survival of the children from the two families. While playing the ever loyal followers of the Light to oppose Voldemort they conspired and plotted against their leader to make sure that he didn't get his hands on their sons for his prophecy to fulfill itself. While both families did believe in prophecies and their sway over their chosen the two families were not going to let this one be fulfilled while their children were still newborn.

Then both families were forced into hiding due to Voldemort's increased attacks, their newborn children, and their leader growing suspicious of them and their activities. To defer their leader both families agreed to follow his orders and were soon hidden from the world. For fifteen long months both families remained safe as they raised their sons and tried to prevent their leader from suspecting them of foul play. Despite being in the middle of a war, both families were happy and felt safer than ever so long as they were hidden away from Voldemort and the prophecy.

Then, everything went wrong.

Voldemort somehow gained knowledge of the prophecy and was on a manhunt to track down their sons. They at first believed that they were safe under the Fidelius Charm that had been placed at both homes, but then one of the families was attacked. Aurors and members of their secret group for the Light rushed to aid, but the damage had already been done. The parents, Frank and Alice Longbottom, had been tortured into insanity under the Cruiciatus Curse by Bellatrix LeStrange while their son, Neville, had been cursed by her husband, Rodolphus. The long-lasting effects of both curses would result in the Longbottom parents to lose all their memories as well as any self-awareness, and Neville's magic to grow at a very slow rate which would only be at full max by the time he turns seventeen. Things couldn't possibly get any worse for the Light side.

Fate however, loved to be a cruel bitch.

The same night the Longbottoms were attacked so were the Potters, James and Lily along with their twin sons, Hadrian and Samuel. This family Voldemort dealt with himself, wanting to make sure that there was no room left to error. The Longbottom child had escaped his fate when the Aurors had arrived and captured one of his most faithful followers and her husband, Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange. However, as upset as he was about their capture he had felt it to be a just punishment for wasting too much time playing with the Longbottom family instead of doing the job right away. He had been determined not to waste time with the Potter though.

James and Lily Potter however proved to be sneakier than Voldemort or their leader, Albus Dumbledore, realized. This was proven when it was found out later that they had switched secret-keepers for their home under the Fidelius Charm from Sirius Black to Peter Pettigrew, from the most to the least likely person Voldemort would go after for information. They also locked down all of their vaults and left the one they used to help fund the Order of the Phoenix, Dumbledore's group against Voldemort; instead of normal gold inside of it though it had been filled to the brim with leprechaun gold. Adding in a stasis and anti- magical signature tracking charm to the vault, the transferred gold wouldn't be traced back to those that placed it in the vault in the first place, and it would disappear only after it had left the Potter vault. James and Lily had set up some other surprises for Voldemort and Dumbledore, hoping that they would survive the war so they wouldn't have to be put into motion.

But this would not happen.

Voldemort killed James first, but not before torturing continuously under a time space spell; what would feel like hours to James within the bubble he and Voldemort had been surrounded by would pass in seconds in the real world. Every dark curse that Voldemort knew from his school days and even some curses that were from the ancient days of Merlin himself were used on James continuously without pause or rest. Voldemort refused to use muggle torture against the wizard; he wouldn't stoop so low as to use something so primitive from a plebian race. When Voldemort finally moved upstairs to Lily and the boys James was hardly recognizable. Lily pleaded with Voldemort to spare her boys but to take her life in their place. She had ignored his orders to step aside and continued to plead for them. Finally tired of her voice Voldemort fired the Killing Curse at her, but he had eyes only for the boys as he stepped over their mother's body. He sneered when he came to the younger of the two, Samuel, who was busy crying and screaming as loud as his tiny lungs would let him. Voldemort shot a silencing charm and the Cruciatus Curse, a low-level one so the child wouldn't die right away from the pain, at the babe and smirked when Samuel screamed louder than before but was kept quiet due to the first spell. This was one of the supposed children who would have the power to defeat him? Pathetic little thing.

The other child though made him pause. Little Hadrian was standing up using the bars of his crib for balance and was staring at him straight in the eyes without a single ounce of fear. When Hadrian looked past Voldemort to his fallen mother his eyes filled with tears as anguish and anger not suitable for a child his age welled up inside him. He returned his gaze to the man who had hurt his mommy, and did the only thing he could do considering his current age and size; he borrowed one of his dogfather's lines.

"You 'tupid poopy-head!" Hadrian followed this up with a loud, wet raspberry. Voldemort sneered at the impudence of the child; he truly was the spawn of a mudblood and a bloodtraitor.

"You truly have no idea who stands before you, do you child? Who holds your very life in his hands?"

And in true Potter style, Hadrian sassed right back at someone with power. "Yeah! A 'tupid poopy-head, poopy-head!"

"Impertinent little brat," hissed Voldemort as he raised his wand at the crib. He received another raspberry in return. "Well, it's too bad for you that you won't live long enough to continue such disrespect to your betters." He aimed his wand at Hadrian who continued to defiantly stare back with no intention of backing down. His magic hummed with excitement as he channeled it into his wand; he was so close to his victory in this war he could almost taste it. All that he had to do to ensure his rule in the Wizarding World is to destroy these two brats.

"Avada Kedavra!" The shift in the air alerted Voldemort that something was wrong, but it was too late to stop the spell. The green jet of light raced towards the two babes, Hadrian being in the direct line of fire. What Voldemort saw next would haunt his shattered soul to his dying days.

Little Hadrian had closed his eyes mere moments before the spell was cast, but he opened them at the last moment before the spell could hit him. His eyes, which were dark shade of green, had turned to a silvery-white shade with no pupil; like two full moons peering down from the night sky. The air in the nursery crackled with raw magic, turning into a suffocating pressure as it grew. Voldemort's eyes widened as Hadrian reached a tiny hand out and closed it over the beam of green light in front of his chest, held in place by a shield the same color as his eyes. The green light disappeared as Hadrian made a fist to fully encase it; his hand vibrated as the amount of magic stored inside the spell tried to escape his grasp.

"What the devil are you boy?" asked Voldemort as fear, a feeling he hadn't experienced since his childhood, began to fill his veins. Hadrian ignored him as he channeled more of the silver magic into his palm to surround and contain the green light. Angered and insulted that he was being ignored by a babe of all things Voldemort sent the Killing Curse at the child again, but Hadrian caught it in his other hand without even looking up. He began to channel silver magic into his other hand to surround the second beam of green magic; the two balls of magic soon looked like two miniature typhoons with the sickly green light swirling in the centers held in place only by a thin membrane of the silver magic. Frozen in fear and awe Voldemort could only watch with disbelief on his face as the boy then held his hands a few inches apart for a few seconds before slowly merging the two ball together; they combined together to form another ball the size of Voldemort's fist. The magic inside from the two killing curses were violently churning inside, swirling around and bumping into each other as they gained speed and momentum with every passing second.

Then those silvery orbs locked with his own.

"Thomas Marvolo Riddle II," said Hadrian in a voice that wasn't his own; it was pitched higher to resemble a female's but the voice was deep with anger and power, "you and your actions have upset and devastated the balance of this world, along with magic itself. You have abused the gifts that Mother Earth has granted you, and you have brought shame to the name of magic and all of wizard kind. NO!" He raised his voice when Voldemort tried to speak. "You have shown no remorse for the actions you have taken against the innocent, and the horrifying deeds you have committed tonight has only proven this further. DO NOT INTERRUPT ME!" The being inhabiting Hadrian's body sent out a powerful wave of magic that knocked Voldemort back a few steps. He tried to apparate away, but the blockage spells around the house prevented him from leaving with magic. He tried to run out the door but there was an ancient sealing spell on the door that prevented him from even physically touching it.

"Who are you to speak to me like this?! I am Lord Voldemort, and I will cleanse this world of all dirty and impure beings! They have no place in my world; only those of pure blood deserve to wield the gift of magic!" This was the wrong thing to say. The being inside Hadrian moved him to climb the rail of his crib with only one hand, balancing perfectly on top with the sphere in his hand still. He now stood eye level with Voldemort, angered silver eyes focused on fearful red eyes.

"Who am I? Who am I?! I am the soul of all magic! I am what Mother Earth has mistakenly granted to an insignificant worm like yourself!" Magic was enraged now at the audacity of this man before her. Who was he to say who didn't deserve her powers? Who didn't deserve to learn her craft? "She is the one that decides who will receive me at birth! She is the one that decides who is worthy to deserve my power! A mere BABE like yourself has no right to decide for others! And for this you will be punished with your life!"

Time slowed down and it seemed like even Mother Earth was holding her breath. Magic drew Hadrian's arm back and what use to be a simple sphere now had four half-arched blades extending from the center and were spinning fast. Magic threw the sphere at Voldemort before he could recover himself from his stupor; life was silent for a moment as the blades of magic first hit Voldemort, then the center before absorbing into his body. Then, life began again as Voldemort started screaming. His reaction to the large amount of Dark and raw Magic was one of somebody in indescribable agony and fear as he felt his body and magic tear themselves apart. The violent green magic of the Killing Curses were tripled in power thanks to the raw silver magic. His screaming was of a tortured soul being punished in hell for his sins on earth; Voldemort had no idea though that Magic had actually held back on the amount of power that she had poured into the sphere.

His body couldn't contain all the magic inside of him and began ripping itself out of him, literally, through random points in his body. His back, arms, legs, and torso were soon bloody and on their way to creating a nice big puddle at his feet as the raw magic burned and tore at him from the inside out. Random whip-like strands of untamed magic flew around the room, destroying furniture and leaving scorch marks and deep gouges on the walls and floor. A bubble of silver magic protected Hadrian and Samuel as the wild magic bounced off harmlessly.

A bright light enveloped Voldemort as the sphere neared the end of its destruction, the tendrils of raw magic dissipating. Its power was starting to break down and lose its shape; the thin barrier of silver magic was starting to collapse in on itself to mingle with the Dark magic. When the barrier had collapsed enough to make a small hole in the thin membrane the green magic inside was able to escape and tear the rest of it apart. The results were explosive; literally. Like an atom being split the explosion sent out a wave of magic enormous enough to be felt by every magical sentient within five hundred miles in every direction but the wave caused no destruction to the landscape or people within its range. Voldemort's echoing screams eventually died out as the light faded and the magic disappeared. All that was left behind was a pile of ashes, a cloak, and a wand.

Magic sighed at the waste of a once great wizard and climbed down from the rail. She examined her host's younger twin who had fallen unconscious from the pain of the Cruciatus Curse. His own magic levels looked to be average at best for a babe, but the amount of magic he had in him at the moment was dangerously low. Magic raised an eyebrow; the boy hadn't used any magic in the past week. This was troubling and a problem for the boy; his magic would continue to grow just like any magical child but his levels wouldn't expand past his fifteenth year. This would be an issue for him when he went to school.

Magic doubled over in pain as fired raced up her host's spine and down his left arm. She was such a fool; how could she have forgotten that little Hadrian's body wouldn't be able to handle her power, even in her physical form when it was less? She cursed as another lance of fire wracked the young body, which sounded very out of character for a babe. She stiffened though when she felt Dark, forbidden magic that made her sick to her stomach roll over the room.

"No, he wouldn't," she muttered to herself as she turned. To her horror and disgust a shadowy fog in the shape of a human face began to rise from where Voldemort once stood. "Abomination! Demon! Disgrace!" shrieked Magic as her own magic began to whip Hadrian's hair around and lick at the walls of the nursery. "Begone from my sight hell-spawn! May you never again plead with Mother Earth for help after you have so violently perverted what she blessed you with!"

"I am Lord Voldemort! What you see before you is the true level of my powers! Not even Death herself can conquer me!"

"You are still a mortal man, therefore you can still be killed," growled Magic with a feral look in Hadrian's eyes, "so enjoy your days while they last Thomas; Death may not be the one to conquer you but rest assure that someone on this Earth will!"

With a scream of rage Voldemort broke through the roof, sending his last bit of magic at it to cause an explosion as he flew away. Magic wanted nothing more than to go after him but Hadrian and his health were her first priority. Not wanting to cause the young heir anymore harm she gently extracted her soul from his body and nudged him into unconsciousness. Before she could scan the brothers for any other injuries the rood started creaking warningly as plaster and shingles hit the floor just inches away from Lily.

Magic raised her hands to hold the roof in place when it did so on its own. Frowning at the frozen cracks in the roof she was able to pick up another magical signal in the house. A human male in his early twenties, his body and magical core soaked with different potion ingredients. Magic turned herself invisible and hovered in a corner in position to strike if he turned out to be another enemy. Her body didn't relax but her eyes did soften when the form of Severus Snape came into the room, and the normally composed and sarcastic man broke down at the sight of Lily. A broken cry escaped him as he gathered his former best friend in his arms and wept into her hair.

"I'm sorry Lily. I'm so, so sorry." He repeated his mantra over and over as he rocked Lily's body in his arms. Magic's heart ached for the man but she refused to show him any sympathy; it was his fault primarily that the Potters ended up like they did. A sniffle caught both of their attention; they saw little Hadrian facing Snape cradling his mother. He ignored the man and focused his attention solely on Lily.

"Mama? Mama?" Hadrian's broken plea for his mother's attention was lost in his increasing sobs. Magic sent a sleeping charm at him before he became hysterical, his tears still falling. She was surprised that he had regained consciousness at all, but chalked it up to his will alone that had woken him since his magic was almost gone. Rather impressive for a child his age. She grew alarmed though at the intense rage and hatred that filled Snpae's face as he gazed at Hadrian and Samuel's sleeping forms. She could almost hear the thoughts running through his mind going a hundred miles an hour as he drew his wand and aimed it at both boys.

A sharp and loud crack from the street startled Snape and this gave Magic her chance. She released the Freezing Charm on the house and quickly cast a shield charm over both babes. Snape tried to freeze the house again but Magic had cast a second shield charm around the house, leaving Snape no choice but to release Lily's body and apparate away. And just in time as beams and plaster fell and the house finally caved in on itself. The area was silent, Death's presence hovering around the fallen home like an invisible fog. Magic removed the shield charm from both boys and Samuel's cries began to fill the night. She went to comfort him when she caught a powerful magical signature heading in their direction. She turned and was surprised to see Albus Dumbledore walking calmly towards the house as though he was taking a walk through the park. She remained invisible as he bypassed James and Lily's fallen bodies to get to the boys, removing debris with carless waves of his wand. Magic's eyes narrowed on the Elder Wand but did nothing as Dumbledore performed a scan over the babes to check their magic levels. He frowned at the results.

"This will not do at all," he muttered and raised his arm to cast another spell but the roar of an engine from the sky paused him. He and Magic watched as a flying motorcycle came falling out of the sky and screeched to a halt next to the fence. The rider was Sirius Black, godfather to the two surviving babes.

"Albus! What happened here?! How did this-?!" Sirius' frantic worrying was cut off by the Imperius Curse hitting him in the chest. His body relaxed and his eyes glazed over.

"Listen carefully Black," said Dumbledore as the grandfather mask he was always seen with fell apart, "Pettigrew was the one who betrayed James and Lily to Voldemort. He needs to pay for what he had done; go after him and take revenge for them. I will take care of Samuel and make sure he gets to somewhere safe. I also regret to say that Hadrian died as well from his depleted magic levels." Dumbledore lifted the Imperius Curse and quickly planted false memories of their 'conversation' in Sirius' mind. He fixed his grandfather mask in place as the effects of the curse ebbed away. Sirius shook his head to clear his muddled thoughts. When they finally sorted themselves properly he was overcome with rage at Pettigrew.

"That little rat bastard! He'll pay for what he's done!" Without acknowledging Dumbledore or his fallen friends Sirius apparated away to find Pettigrew with a sharp crack.

Dumbledore smiled after Sirius left.

"Now that the mutt's out of the way, we can get down to business. Ah, right on time Hagrid," said Dumbledore as he molded a sad and serious look on his face as 'Hagrid' came running out of the woods behind the house.

"Professor Dumbledore sir! What happened?! How did that blasted-?!"

"Hagrid please," said Dumbledore as he made hushing motions towards the irate man, "the rest of the people do not need to be frightened any more from all this shouting."

The half-giant sight heavily as all the anger drained out of him to be replaced by sadness.

"How could this have happened professor?"

"I am just as confused and saddened by what happened as you are Hagrid, but right now, young Samuel is our first priority."

"Samuel? But what about…?" Dumbledore shook his head, his face filled with fake sorrow for the older Potter heir and Hagrid howled in anguish before Dumbledore could stop him.

"Hagrid please! We must save this sadness for later; right now Samuel must be taken to Hogwarts for the time being. I'll take care of things here."

Sniffling, Hagrid took Samuel who was wrapped in blankets from Dumbledore and climbed the motorbike Sirius left behind. Not giving James or Lily another look out of fear of breaking down again, he kick- started the bike and disappeared into the sky. Once he was sure Hagrid was gone, Dumbledore faced Hadrian's unconscious form and sneered.

"Useless." And with a turn of his heel he disappeared with a sharp CRACK to leaved Hadrian exposed to the elements and his fate. The air behind Hadrian shimmered in the cold October air and the enraged form of Magic became visible again. She raised her arm to vent her anger on the surrounding trees when she felt another core of magic appear in the forest. She frowned in confusion but her anger did not wane; this core's magic was similar to Hadrian's and the late James Potter. Taking no chances Magic picked up Hadrian and cradled him in her arms.

"He will return only when he has been trained, and when his brother has proven himself to be a failure. Until then, he is mine to raise, protect, and love. Woe be to all those who take what is rightfully his."

She may have been speaking in the direction of the rapidly approaching magical core, but she was speaking as a whole to all magical sentient. They wouldn't hear the message in words, but the powerful pulse of magic she sent out to every being who possessed her power would send mental messages and get the point across. Message delivered, she disappeared with Hadrian snuggly wrapped up in her arms.