Hello Everyone my name is SMG or Salazar Morton Gaunt, and it has been quite a while, I formally apologize for the wait, I have abandoned my stories, but I recently got back into writing so I plan on re-writing my most popular stories so 1: They actually make sense, and 2: They are Finished. I wanted to start with the Shadow Warlock now known as the Shadow Gaunt, which takes on the Struggle of Harry being shunned by society and finding comfort within the shadows of his true heritage of the Gaunt Family, and the learnings and teachings of the Royal Morpheus Gaunt, otherwise known as Salazar Slytherin. I hope everyone enjoys my new writings, and I really apologize for any grammar mistakes as I am writing this on my phone, so thank you for your patience and support. Let us start, The Shadow Gaunt.
HP/HP Lovecraft a Bit.
Rated M for Language, Violence, Dark Thèmes, Tobacco Use
Parseltongue
Familiar Speak
"Dialogue"
I do not Own any part of HP Lovecraft or Harry Potter by JK Rowling, I do not make money from any of this, please don't sue.
Chapter 1: The Incident
It all started with a Bang. The rift had opened suddenly, it was all in the universe, it was pure, un-touched, un-corrupted. Only Pure radiated within it, it was the beginning, it was the end. It was Death, Life, War, Famine, Pestillence, it was everything. That was until he came along. The young boy was the corrupter, the foul, the terrible. His sole job was to corrupt the pure, create havoc and chaos where he went. Yet he was imprisoned, by the Elder Gods, for even the ones who were the most powerful, and were feared themselves feared the young boy. The Elder Ones imprisoned him to a life of Darkness, they vanished him from the Universe, his soul wandering the deep unknown. That was until to put it Simply, the Elder ones Fucked Up.
A Great War was upon the Verse, The Gods were at war, the Elder Gods against the Horde of The Apothicons. The slaves of the Elder Gods, forced to shape everything had enough, and a great rebellion was formed. The Universe simply could not function without the source of the Apothicons, they knew how to create the universe, and they had the power to destroy it. In an act of desperation, the Elder Gods did the Unknown, they released the Corrupt from his prison and hoped to use him as a weapon. But little did they realize the Corrupt had already been unleashed, and he was creating his own Universe.
It had been a bright morning at Potter Manor, it was crisp but humid making it seem like the temperature was perfect, the leaves on the massive oak trees brushed away, taken by the wind. Today was an important day, the sun radiating but the importance was inside the manor. Inside a Tired young boy, with a gaunt body, Messy Raven black hair, and deadly emerald eyes awoke slowly.