There is No Good and Evil
Chapter One - Certain Matters
Discalmer: I don't own anything except for me and the characters/places that I make up in my little mind. Everything else is owned by the great J.K.R., Warner Bro. Scholastic, Bloomsbary or whoever else has this stuff copyrighted...Im just borrowing it.
Summary: This used to be titled Shades of Darkness! I have looked over and even completley rewrote parts of it. Still, if it looks familiar you are not(definatley) going crazy. This fic is going to revolve around an American transfer student--I know its been done before but hopfully will be different. It will be about his struggles from everything form girls and sports to Voldemort, traitors, back-stabbings, loyalty and unloyalty, assasinations, Death Eaters, Order of the Phoniex, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy and being torn between the Dark and the Light. Hopefully I'll be able to transfer my ideas into words. Wish me luck. This fic isn't set in stone, so Im open to any suggestions. It will NOT be slash, although Harry and Draco will play major parts in the fic. The main character in this fic is semi-based on me, slightly altered. This will probably turn out to be a combination of Action/Adventure/Angst/possible Romance/as well as just about everything else. Note that this fic is rated R and is planned to get much darker as it progresses. Thanks. Review...(please)
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My name is Lucifer Alexander Thiel. I know, not the most original name in the world but you have to take what they give you, don't you? On the most part Im what you expect of 15 year old boy, errr, young man. I love all the good things in life like girls, sports, and music(in that order).
But then again, Im not exactly normal either...well...maybe normal where I come from, but probably not normal in your standards. I am a wizard. Actually not a wizard, technically Im just an underage wizard(big difference..*cough*sarcasm*cough*). Not exactly what you were expecting, right? Well, maybe it was but that is not the point. Anyway, back to me- Im just now fresh out of my freshmen year of schooling at The South-Eastern Academy of Rural Magic which is located somewhere in the rolling hills of south-eastern Kentucky, United States. Note that I am fresh out of the school...meaning that I am ready for a nice looonnngg relaxed summer break. I probably will have no such luck, but that, once again, is not the point.
What else do I need tos say. Hmmmm. Oh yeah. My family. I am the youngest of five children from a pure-blood wizarding family that moved to America from Germany several generations ago. I say a pure-blood wizarding family because that is what my family claims to be, although there are rumors that one of my great grand-fathers was married to half blooded Veela, a load of bull crap if you ask me. I like to think that I am full-bread good 'ol fashion 100% wizard. Not that Im prjudice towards Mudbl-err--Muggle-born people. Lets see...oh yeah...I guess I should tell you that I can trace my blood back to some old crazy German wizard/Dark- Lord by the name of Grindewald or something like that, nothing to be proud of if you ask me, the stupid git got killed by someone named Dumbdare or Dumdledeers or something. I most not have been paying attention in that part of History class.
My story, however doesn't have anything to do with any of my family's history, or at least not yet.
My story begins on a sizzling hot late June day in the beginning of my summer holidays. I had just finished applying some Anti-Frizz Wizarding Gel For All Occasions into my curly blonde hair(okay, so maybe my hair did have some dark blue high-lights running through it, but it still!) and was just putting my contacts into my piercing bright blue eyes. I swear, some old wizard with too much time on his hands needs to come up with a cure for bad eyesight so I can stop using these damn Muggle contacts.
It was at about this time when I saw an owl fly past my window. I frowned as I had never seen that particular barn owl before. And for the fact that the mail had already arrived that morning. I decided to go see what was up, it might be from one of my friends form school. Maybe one of them got a new owl.
I bounded into the kitchen with my brand-new Nimbus 2002 Gold Edition in my hand, I was planning on taking a little fly in the nearby forest once I had figured out what the letter was about. I spotted my mom sitting at the kitchen table looking at a letter that was, apparently, written on a piece of yellow parchment. Funny thing because us American Wizards had adapted to the muggle method of paper, we didn't use parchment anymore. Paper is much handier than parchment if you ask me, or any sain wizard for that matter. Those British wizards still use parchment though, they are way behind the times. They should get some brains and stop living in the Middle Ages. I mean, they even use lamps and candels instead of just enchanting flashlights and lightbulbs.
It was at about that time when I noticed that my mom's eyes where sort of glazed over and that she had a death-grip on the letter. Funny thing-she was usually calm and was good at hiding her emotions ever since her and dad split up. Never the less, even as I watched her her knuckles were beginning to turn white from griping the letter so hard. Yikes.
"Mom?" I asked tentatively. No answer.
I tried again, "Hey mom, what's up, what's the letter about?" She seemed to snap out of her trance and jerked her head up to look up at me. Instead of replying she simply handed the letter over to me. My mom...speechless? Wow. I read the letter
Dear Ms. Nancy E. Berchens
It is with a great sorrow that I am writing you this letter, but it must be done. I hope that I am correct in assuming that you are well aware that Hogwarts School of Witch-craft and Wizardry played host to the TriWizard Tournament this previous school year? Even if you are not, then that doesn't matter, what matters is that at the end of this tournament one of Lord Voldemort's supporters kidnapped Harry Potter and, using ancient Dark Magic, brought Voldemort back to his body.
It is because of these awful turn of events that I would like to ask you if you would move to Britain for certain matters that I am sure you are well aware of. I hope that you understand exactly what I am speaking of.
Thank You,
Professor A. Dumbledore Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witch-Craft and Wizardry
P.S. Return your answer by owl post as quickly as possible. It should also be noted that if you do chose to accept my offer that living quarters will be provided and that your son will be able to transfer to Hogwarts. Also, if you do agree, do not let anyone know where you are moving to, not even close friends and family. I am regretfull to be the bearer of bad news.
I looked back at my mother, closing my mouth which had subconsciously dropped down while I was reading the letter. I had so many questions that I wanted to ask her. How exactly was the infamous Lord Voldemort all of the sudden back? Who exactly was this Dumbeldore guy? Was he the guy that had defeated Grindewald? What "certain matters" is he talking abut? Was that the same Harry Potter that I had studied so much in my History of Magic lessons? I was so full of questions that I was almost ready to burst, but the only words that I could get out of my mouth were:
"Holy shit." Not exactly up to my usual top-of-the-class-standards. My mom simply nodded her head, not even bothering to chastise my use of language. I was then able to form another sentence. I tried to act cool and confident(and utterly failed) when I asked:
"So...um...are we moving to England then?" I have to admit that it would be an interesting experience, although I would have to leave behind so many of my friends and the house which had been my home for the first 15 years of my life. Not that I was in love with Kentucky, it had to be the most boring place in the world, but the fact that I may be packing up and moving to Britain on a moments notice was not exactly my escape plan.
My mom, on the other hand, was obviously thinking of things far more complex than simply the fact that we may be moving all of the sudden. If there are things more complex, that is. Her eyes were clouded over and much darker than their usual hazel green color. Then she answered my question, the answer that I knew would change my life forever, for better or worse.
"Yes, we have to. If You-Kn...Voldemort rises again, you don't understand, it will be awful, terrible, we can't let it happen. If he rises again, to full power, then...no, I can't even think of it, its too awful..."
Damn. Those two simple sentences that my mother just uttered would change my life forever, and I had a feeling that the changes might not all be for the better. I stared at the letter, which was now laying innocently on the table as if it had not interrupted my life in the slightest. After a minute I got up from the table and grabbed my broomstick. I little flying would do just the trick for getting my mind off of things. Before I had left the kitchen I took one last look at the piece of parchment and muttered to myself "Damn that parchment."
A/N What do you think. Fantastic? Crappy? Somewhere in-between? Tell me. I want at least a few reviews before I post the next chapter...which is already written. REVIEW. thanks.
p.s. This fic will, eventually, get darker. And no---Lucifer will not be a boy mary-sue...i hope.
Chapter One - Certain Matters
Discalmer: I don't own anything except for me and the characters/places that I make up in my little mind. Everything else is owned by the great J.K.R., Warner Bro. Scholastic, Bloomsbary or whoever else has this stuff copyrighted...Im just borrowing it.
Summary: This used to be titled Shades of Darkness! I have looked over and even completley rewrote parts of it. Still, if it looks familiar you are not(definatley) going crazy. This fic is going to revolve around an American transfer student--I know its been done before but hopfully will be different. It will be about his struggles from everything form girls and sports to Voldemort, traitors, back-stabbings, loyalty and unloyalty, assasinations, Death Eaters, Order of the Phoniex, Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy and being torn between the Dark and the Light. Hopefully I'll be able to transfer my ideas into words. Wish me luck. This fic isn't set in stone, so Im open to any suggestions. It will NOT be slash, although Harry and Draco will play major parts in the fic. The main character in this fic is semi-based on me, slightly altered. This will probably turn out to be a combination of Action/Adventure/Angst/possible Romance/as well as just about everything else. Note that this fic is rated R and is planned to get much darker as it progresses. Thanks. Review...(please)
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My name is Lucifer Alexander Thiel. I know, not the most original name in the world but you have to take what they give you, don't you? On the most part Im what you expect of 15 year old boy, errr, young man. I love all the good things in life like girls, sports, and music(in that order).
But then again, Im not exactly normal either...well...maybe normal where I come from, but probably not normal in your standards. I am a wizard. Actually not a wizard, technically Im just an underage wizard(big difference..*cough*sarcasm*cough*). Not exactly what you were expecting, right? Well, maybe it was but that is not the point. Anyway, back to me- Im just now fresh out of my freshmen year of schooling at The South-Eastern Academy of Rural Magic which is located somewhere in the rolling hills of south-eastern Kentucky, United States. Note that I am fresh out of the school...meaning that I am ready for a nice looonnngg relaxed summer break. I probably will have no such luck, but that, once again, is not the point.
What else do I need tos say. Hmmmm. Oh yeah. My family. I am the youngest of five children from a pure-blood wizarding family that moved to America from Germany several generations ago. I say a pure-blood wizarding family because that is what my family claims to be, although there are rumors that one of my great grand-fathers was married to half blooded Veela, a load of bull crap if you ask me. I like to think that I am full-bread good 'ol fashion 100% wizard. Not that Im prjudice towards Mudbl-err--Muggle-born people. Lets see...oh yeah...I guess I should tell you that I can trace my blood back to some old crazy German wizard/Dark- Lord by the name of Grindewald or something like that, nothing to be proud of if you ask me, the stupid git got killed by someone named Dumbdare or Dumdledeers or something. I most not have been paying attention in that part of History class.
My story, however doesn't have anything to do with any of my family's history, or at least not yet.
My story begins on a sizzling hot late June day in the beginning of my summer holidays. I had just finished applying some Anti-Frizz Wizarding Gel For All Occasions into my curly blonde hair(okay, so maybe my hair did have some dark blue high-lights running through it, but it still!) and was just putting my contacts into my piercing bright blue eyes. I swear, some old wizard with too much time on his hands needs to come up with a cure for bad eyesight so I can stop using these damn Muggle contacts.
It was at about this time when I saw an owl fly past my window. I frowned as I had never seen that particular barn owl before. And for the fact that the mail had already arrived that morning. I decided to go see what was up, it might be from one of my friends form school. Maybe one of them got a new owl.
I bounded into the kitchen with my brand-new Nimbus 2002 Gold Edition in my hand, I was planning on taking a little fly in the nearby forest once I had figured out what the letter was about. I spotted my mom sitting at the kitchen table looking at a letter that was, apparently, written on a piece of yellow parchment. Funny thing because us American Wizards had adapted to the muggle method of paper, we didn't use parchment anymore. Paper is much handier than parchment if you ask me, or any sain wizard for that matter. Those British wizards still use parchment though, they are way behind the times. They should get some brains and stop living in the Middle Ages. I mean, they even use lamps and candels instead of just enchanting flashlights and lightbulbs.
It was at about that time when I noticed that my mom's eyes where sort of glazed over and that she had a death-grip on the letter. Funny thing-she was usually calm and was good at hiding her emotions ever since her and dad split up. Never the less, even as I watched her her knuckles were beginning to turn white from griping the letter so hard. Yikes.
"Mom?" I asked tentatively. No answer.
I tried again, "Hey mom, what's up, what's the letter about?" She seemed to snap out of her trance and jerked her head up to look up at me. Instead of replying she simply handed the letter over to me. My mom...speechless? Wow. I read the letter
Dear Ms. Nancy E. Berchens
It is with a great sorrow that I am writing you this letter, but it must be done. I hope that I am correct in assuming that you are well aware that Hogwarts School of Witch-craft and Wizardry played host to the TriWizard Tournament this previous school year? Even if you are not, then that doesn't matter, what matters is that at the end of this tournament one of Lord Voldemort's supporters kidnapped Harry Potter and, using ancient Dark Magic, brought Voldemort back to his body.
It is because of these awful turn of events that I would like to ask you if you would move to Britain for certain matters that I am sure you are well aware of. I hope that you understand exactly what I am speaking of.
Thank You,
Professor A. Dumbledore Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witch-Craft and Wizardry
P.S. Return your answer by owl post as quickly as possible. It should also be noted that if you do chose to accept my offer that living quarters will be provided and that your son will be able to transfer to Hogwarts. Also, if you do agree, do not let anyone know where you are moving to, not even close friends and family. I am regretfull to be the bearer of bad news.
I looked back at my mother, closing my mouth which had subconsciously dropped down while I was reading the letter. I had so many questions that I wanted to ask her. How exactly was the infamous Lord Voldemort all of the sudden back? Who exactly was this Dumbeldore guy? Was he the guy that had defeated Grindewald? What "certain matters" is he talking abut? Was that the same Harry Potter that I had studied so much in my History of Magic lessons? I was so full of questions that I was almost ready to burst, but the only words that I could get out of my mouth were:
"Holy shit." Not exactly up to my usual top-of-the-class-standards. My mom simply nodded her head, not even bothering to chastise my use of language. I was then able to form another sentence. I tried to act cool and confident(and utterly failed) when I asked:
"So...um...are we moving to England then?" I have to admit that it would be an interesting experience, although I would have to leave behind so many of my friends and the house which had been my home for the first 15 years of my life. Not that I was in love with Kentucky, it had to be the most boring place in the world, but the fact that I may be packing up and moving to Britain on a moments notice was not exactly my escape plan.
My mom, on the other hand, was obviously thinking of things far more complex than simply the fact that we may be moving all of the sudden. If there are things more complex, that is. Her eyes were clouded over and much darker than their usual hazel green color. Then she answered my question, the answer that I knew would change my life forever, for better or worse.
"Yes, we have to. If You-Kn...Voldemort rises again, you don't understand, it will be awful, terrible, we can't let it happen. If he rises again, to full power, then...no, I can't even think of it, its too awful..."
Damn. Those two simple sentences that my mother just uttered would change my life forever, and I had a feeling that the changes might not all be for the better. I stared at the letter, which was now laying innocently on the table as if it had not interrupted my life in the slightest. After a minute I got up from the table and grabbed my broomstick. I little flying would do just the trick for getting my mind off of things. Before I had left the kitchen I took one last look at the piece of parchment and muttered to myself "Damn that parchment."
A/N What do you think. Fantastic? Crappy? Somewhere in-between? Tell me. I want at least a few reviews before I post the next chapter...which is already written. REVIEW. thanks.
p.s. This fic will, eventually, get darker. And no---Lucifer will not be a boy mary-sue...i hope.