Hello everyone! I just want to let you know that this story is based off another great trilogy and that you should read that before this. Trust me, you will LOVE it. IT's Called The Darkness Within by Kurinoone. This story will NOT make sense if you don't read that story first. Damien is an OC created by Kurinoone.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or The Darkness Within

Chapter 1: Damy's Issues

Damy's POV

I walk into my bedroom while reading my advanced defense book. This year I've decided to focus more on my studies seeing as this is my last year. I plop down on my bed, book in hand. If I'm honest with myself, then I would say that's not the only reason for me reading up on my defense studies. Ever since I was kidnapped by Voldemort I've just been feeling so helpless. I hate that I couldn't protect myself, and I hate that Harry had to come to the rescue again. It made me feel like I was useless and while I do appreciate that he came to save me, it doesn't change how I feel. I guess I just wish I could be more like Harry. Dad never hesitates to let Harry in on the fighting.

Even if I am about to turn seventeen I think I will always feel like a child around my family. Especially Harry, I know he means well, but he's just so protective. I can never go anywhere without someone with me. Even if Harry has moved out, I can't help but believe he has something to do with it. You would think that my training with Harry would have gotten less intense since he doesn't live at Potter manor anymore, you would be wrong. Ever since I almost died in that tomb, Harry has been like a drill sergeant. I think he's afraid something like that will happen again and while I'm flattered at his concern, he's driving me mad. I swear if he does one more surprise attack, I will strangle him.

After finishing another chapter, I close my book and throw it on my desk. On my way out, I hear a noise coming from the bathroom. I slowly turn around and head for the bathroom door. I open the door as quietly as possible and step stealthily inside. I look around and see a seemingly empty bathroom and I head towards the small closet to the left of me. I slam it open and see nothing but toiletries. I let out a huff of annoyance; I could have sworn the sound was coming from in there. A feeling begins to creep into me, the feeling of being watched. I look around quickly and don't see anyone. I decide to head to the shower curtain, this time I slowly slide the curtain open. No one is there either. I sigh inwardly, maybe I am just paranoid. Or maybe Harry is messing with me again. Whichever the case is, I decide that no one is in the bathroom. No sooner have I stepped into the bedroom that I am shoved to the ground, with a hand clasped around my throat. The hands quickly shift onto my shoulders firmly, making escape impossible. My panicked hazel eyes frantically search for the source of my capture. I see amused emerald eyes staring back at me and my eyes shift from panicked to annoyed.

"Are you kidding me?" I shout in Harry's face. He chuckles softly, but doesn't let go which annoys me even more.

"What was your mistake, Damy?" He asks seriously. I glare at him with intense anger.

"Get the bloody hell off me, Harry!" I shout back at him, completely ignoring his question. His grip tightens in response.

"Not until you tell me your mistake."

"I don't know! Maybe my mistake is believing that I could just be left alone for one bloody second!"

"That's actually quite right; also you gave up far too quickly. Always be alert and never give up." He finally releases me and I quickly jump to my feet. I give him a contemplating look. I decide to strangle him like I promised myself I would. He seems to read my thoughts because the second I've thought of it he gives me a smug smile and yanks me towards him. I yelp in surprise. He pulls me against his chest; he has an arm secured around my waist and has my back against him. His other arm is around my own chest. I curse inwardly. He chuckles yet again. My face scrunches up into a scowl.

"Ah, ah, Damy. None of that."

"I didn't do anything!"

"But you were going to." Harry counters.

"Alright, alright! You can let go of me now."

"But-" Harry is interrupted suddenly by the arrival of our mother.

"Boys, no fighting in the house, Harry, let go of Damy, and both of you come down for dinner." She leaves without another word. Harry finally lets go and proceeds to sit on my bed. I look over at him in confusion.

"What are doing here, anyway?" I ask curiously. He looks up at me and smiles.

"Ginny has a match tonight. How else would I get fed?" I roll my eyes and sit in the desk chair across from the bed.

"I don't know. Learn how to cook?"

"Funny."

"You're right, your food is hopeless." He gives me a playful glare and I smile widely at him. For some reason this makes his eyes light up. 'Maybe he's glad to see me?' I think happily. I decide to forgive him for tackling me. He really is a great big brother.

…

Harry and I head downstairs for dinner and notice Uncle Siri standing beside Dad. I didn't know he was coming for dinner. I run over to Sirius and give him a big hug, and he smiles widely.

"Hey there, Pup!" He shouts enthusiastically. I stiffen at the sound of my favorite nickname; it reminds me of the feeling that everyone in this family thinks of me as a child, it makes me angry. I quickly pull away and try to hide the expression on my face. Though, it seems I couldn't hide it fast enough.

"What's wrong, Pup?" Sirius asks worriedly. I look up sheepishly and try my best innocent look.

"Nothing." I say quickly. It seems that has just made everything worse because now everyone's eyes are on me, including Harry's, in fact Harry's gaze seem to be the most piercing.

"Damy." My mum says with concern in her voice. I look up with a renewed vigor.

"What? I said I was good." I reply.

"That's not what I saw." Sirius contradicts. I turn to glare at his persistence.

"You must be mistaken."

"I'm not." He argues. "Did I say something to upset you?"

"No." I say, frustrated.

"Damy, what is it?" arryHa Harry asks. I turn to him and give him an annoyed look.

"It's nothing." I say quietly. I find it hard to lie to Harry after everything that happened between us.

"So there is something." He states. Damn. He caught that. I sigh audibly and run my hand through my dark hair. I look to Sirius and feel guiltiness creep inside of me.

'Just tell him' I think to myself.

"Uh, well, I don't think I want you to call me Pup anymore." I mumble the last part of my sentence quietly, he catches it nonetheless. His expression turns from confused to hurt.

"Why not?" He asks.

"Well, I am a bit old for that, don't you think?" I ask.

"I suppose so." He says insincerely. I look away awkwardly. There is a long, tense silence after that. I clear my throat loudly.

"Um, so are you staying for dinner?" I ask Sirius. He instantly becomes closed off.

"No, I just came to share some information with your dad." I notice him shift uncomfortably, he's obviously hiding something. I turn to share a look with Harry, only to find him purposely looking away. So they've told him as well, have they? I turn to look back at Sirius with a determined expression.

"What information?" I demand. He looks taken aback at the forcefulness of my question.

"Well, that's auror business, Pu- I mean Damy." My expression doesn't change.

"Is Harry an auror all of the sudden. I had thought he hated aurors." Harry turns and finally looks at me; fury is etched in his face.

"What, were you going to lie and tell me they didn't tell you anything?" I say icily. His eyes turn towards the floor in order to avoid my gaze.

"Damien, that's enough now. Tell Sirius goodbye so that we can eat dinner." Dad says sternly. There is no room for argument in his tone. I sigh and turn towards Sirius.

"Goodbye, Auror Black." I say sarcastically. Without a second glance I sit down at the table. Sirius gives me a pained look, says goodbye and leaves through the floo.

Everyone sits in their usual seats. I look across me and see my Mum's angry expression.

"That was very rude, Damy." I look at my plate dejectedly. We all begin to fill our plates in silence. The silence seems to stretch on forever.

"I just don't see why you all always have to keep things from me. I'm not a child anymore, I can handle it." I shout at them.

"Like you handled Voldemort? " Harry says quietly. "How about the day walkers? Or how about me? Were you careful with any of those things? It's not about how old you are, it's about how you handle things! None of this concerns you, so just let it be, Damien." Harry yells the last part of his speech. His speech seems rehearsed and I cant help but feel as if Harry's been holding this in for a while. I slowly look up at Harry and glare at him with an intensity I didn't know I possessed. I stand up angrily.

"I really wish you would stop acting like my dad. I mean for merlin's sake, you barely act like a brother, why go through the effort!" Before either parents can interject Harry rises up in anger.

"I don't act like a brother? How many times have I saved your sorry arse?" He shouts in my face. I laugh sarcastically.

"And why was it I was ever in danger in the first place? Oh yeah, you!"

"Damy!" Mum yells. I look around at everyone's angry faces I feel a pang of hurt churn in my gut. I swallow the lump in my throat and turn away from my family.

"Suddenly, I'm not so hungry anymore." Without another word I walk out of the room, not even sparing a glance at anyone.

…

I've been in my room for two hours just staring out the window, whilst lying against my soft sheets, trying to calm down. No one has even come to see if I'm alright yet. As soon as this thought crosses my mind there's a knock at my door. I turn my head towards the door, and uneasiness begins to show on my face. For some reason, I hope its Harry. I have to admit I do feel a bit guilty about what I said to him.

"Yes?" I ask apprehensively.

"Have you packed for tomorrow, sweetie?" My mum asks nonchalantly, as if nothing happened.

"Tomorrow?" I ask. "What's tomorrow?"

"Don't you remember, we head back to Hogwarts tomorrow? It's your final year." Realization hits me hard and I remember why I was so excited this morning.

"Oh right. Yes, nearly."

"Okay sweetheart. Um, could I come in for a moment? I brought some chicken. I figured you'd be hungry." I smile involuntary at my mother's kindness. I feel my anger melt away at her words.

"Yeah, of course, Mum. Come in."

Immediately the door opens and my Mum walks in with a plate of chicken and roasted potatoes. She sets it on the desk, and turns to look at me with a sweet smile on her face.

"Would you like to talk about what happened at dinner?" I look up at her sadly. I feel tears in my eyes and look quickly down. I shake my head quickly. I feel her arms surround me.

"Honey, what's really bothering you?" She says softly while rubbing circles on my back. I can't help but open up to her.

"It-it's about what happened, with Voldemort. I-I just, I feel so foolish. How could I be so stupid? I just left; I was so powerless against him."

"Of course you were, sweetie. Most grown aurors couldn't stand up against him. You fought well. But that's not what's really bothering you, Damy."

I look up her, a confused look on my face.

"What?"

"What happened when you were alone with him? You said you remember everything. You never told us what went on." My eyes grow wide with shock and I look away quickly.

"I don't want to talk about it, Mum." I look up and see her disappointed expression and I quickly change the subject. "Is Harry still here?"

"Well, he was going to see you off to Hogwarts but I guess he figured you wouldn't want to see him." I look down, ashamed. "Was he wrong?" I look up and smile sadly at her.

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Harry's POV

I apparate into my home to find Ginny sitting on the couch near the fire in her Quidditch robes. She turns at the sound of my entrance. She looks surprised to see me.

"I thought you were staying at you parents tonight?" One look at me and her expression changes. "What happened?" How is it that this woman can always see right through me? I smile fondly at her.

I walk towards her and I take her and my arms and inhale her scent. She smells warm.

"I missed you." She smiles up at me and kisses me softly on the lips.

"Did you hear about that new dark witch?" She asks.

"Sirius told me. How did you find out?"

"My dad. So, what do you think? Is she a threat?" I look up at her with a smug smirk on my face.

"Nothing I can't handle." I state smugly.

Little did I know how wrong I was.

Thank you for reading. Please let me know what you thought. Sorry if the first chapter was too depressing I promise it will get happier.

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