The Black's Lament
Chapter 1: And Unto Hell You Shall Return
October 31, 2013
Greyfriar's Cemetery
Edinburgh, Scotland
11:50 P.M.
The glare of the red moon barely penetrated the veil of the thick black clouds of the night sky, but was enough to briefly illuminate the black cloaked figure that stood at the foot of the dug up grave in front of her. Another flare of light reflected the massive symbol laid out around her.
A seamless 7 pointed star was crafted with iron bars crisscrossed each other with no visible flaws or openings. Each point of the heptagram was connected to the one next to it with another iron bar creating a heptagon. This whole symbol was surrounded by two iron hoops that barely contacted the points from the heptagon. Inscribed along the inside of the hoops and at various other points were words from an unknown language long lost to society with what appeared to be painted blood. In front of the woman was clear sheen of something could be seen covering hole of the grave and this too was painted with blood in the design of a massive scorpion.
Flicking her hands 7 balls of black fire snapped into existence at each point outside of the circle which revealed the fact that she was holding a large leather bound book in her hands. Throwing back her hood she removed a pendant with the shape of a black dragon eye in the center and tossed it onto the scorpion. She then began to read from the Key of Solomon, chanting out loud in an eerie sounding voice that would have been not alone in the presence of demons.
As it grew closer to Midnight the massive Devil's Trap around her began to flicker with an inhuman light that seemed to suck in light and her chanting grew louder and more frantic with each passing second. Without pausing in her chant she flicked her fingers slightly and slit her wrists and blood began to seep out and land on the painted scorpion with began to glow in its own light.
As a nearby church tower struck midnight the figure abruptly stopped chanting as a hellish fire began to come to life around the iron coffin below her. The flames roared upward where it seemed to strike the glowing scorpion which seemed to buckle, but held. The flames roared once more as the woman gingerly stepped outside of the central circle and into safety. A flash of pure white black light exploded up into the now pitch black sky, piercing through the veil of clouds with an intensity that gave off a massive amount of black energy that reverberated for miles around. At the same time a black smoke poured out of the iris of the dragon's eye and merged into the beam of light. So much so that even the muggles of the area felt the deathly magic. Those of a superstitious nature knew instantly what had happened as they saw the blood moon disappear from sight.
When the light died some moments later a man stood upon the painted scorpion. A towering man of about 6'5'' he had raven black hair that cascaded down his back which was interlaced with deep black feathers that shifted in his hair and would generally go unnoticed by many unless they were looked for. A cloak of the deepest black which would not go unwanted for a dementor was wrapped around him and fluttered in an unfelt breeze. Deep black marks covered every inch of visible skin. But this was all offset by his eyes. Instead of an iris or whites his entire eyes were a flood of soulless black that just screamed of demons.
The demonic man tried to take a step forward towards the woman but was rebuked and burned slightly by both the iron bars and the symbol it created.
Furious the demon opened its mouth and in a voice that was most definitely not human spoke.
"Who dares summon me to this mortal realm?"
In spite of herself the woman shivered at the demonic presence but spoke calmly as she stepped forward, keeping care to stay outside of the central symbol.
"I have not summoned you, but your host."
The demon laughed hauntingly.
"You think I'm just going to give up my host for you? You pitiful human? No, I have plans for you."
The woman shivered again. A threat from a demon was not something to be taken lightly, much less from a 7th Circle demon. Standing tall she clenched both of her hands forcing more blood to well up in the gashes across her wrists.
The still furious demon roared once with a sound that carried for miles and caused many a person and animal to quake in fear. The Devil's Trap buckled again as cracks began to form in the iron bars.
"You're going to regret summoning me you filthy mortal! I have now returned to this realm and I will destroy it once and for all!"
Just as it was about to roar again the woman smirked.
"I think not"
As the demon roared she fell to her knees and slammed both bleeding wrists upon the ground while muttering a single word.
All around her glowing red Enochian symbols suddenly flared into life, overriding the massive heptagram.
"Back to hell you fucker"
Just as the iron Devil's Trap shattered a pure white beam descended from the black clouds from above and engulfed the demon in a light that ripped a deathly black cloud of smoke from his mouth and forced it back down into the portal to hell from which it had come, leaving behind the man who had been possessed.
Even before the white light died the woman had thrown off her hood, revealing long almost as black hair, and rushed forward to embrace the man whose eyes cleared of the blackness from them revealing emerald green eyes.
Hestia Jones threw herself at the now undead man in front of her. Kissing her passionately Black Necromancer Harry James Potter, Former Dark Lord and formerly deceased man of 11 years grinned to himself.
Yes, Hell had returned.
Same Time
#12 Grimauld Place
London, England
Nymphadora Tonks suddenly jerked awake from her sleep in astonishment clutching the top of her left shoulder. For a few brief seconds she wondered why she had awoken before her eyes widened in shock as she realized that she was holding her shoulder and what its significance was.
It was something she had not experienced in 11 years, and something that she did not expect to happen again, although she probably should have. It was Him after all. Tonks didn't even blink as her door suddenly burst open to reveal her cousin.
Sirius Black walked hurriedly to Tonks as he too clutched at his bare shoulder. When he reached her he pulled his hand away revealing an ink black dragon's eyes tattooed onto his shoulder blade. The eye was pulsing with the deathly red light that just seemed to reek death.
With a raspy throat he spoke softly.
"He's returned"
Tonks didn't say anything except turning wide eyed towards her cousin and removing her hand revealing the exact same tattoo.
"We have to prepare and contact the others." She finally said.
Sirius nodded with an evil smirk. The world wouldn't know what hit it.
The Black Dragons had risen from the shadows once again.
Same Time
Headmaster's Office
Hogwarts
Scotland
Albus Dumbledore was normally a calm and collected man, for even in the face of the Dark Lord Voldemort and the current de facto leader of much of Wizarding Britain he had not once quailed. Yet tonight as he stared out at the blood moon that hung over the black landscape ominously on this night caused a slight tremble to flow through him.
Something bad, no, something evil, had just awoken. Something more powerful than Voldemort had once again come to the surface and this time he was at a loss of what to do.
He had felt when the pure darkness had erupted from the epicenter in the haunted graveyard, and known instantly what had happened. For 11 years he had known in his heart no matter how much he wanted to deny it that He would return. Now he just hoped that disaster could be averted again.
There was good reason why He had been called the Hell King by the populace and 11 years ago it was thought that he had been returned to the place he was said to rule.
They were wrong.
A/n: I know another new fic. But any author will tell you that things like this just happen and won't leave you alone. Rest assured I will continue my other fics.
Anyway this one will be a bit darker than my usual fics as for once Harry is actually evil, not entirely…well you'll see. The heptagram in the beginning is a modified version of the Grand Pentacle and the 5th Pentacle of Mars, both of which I got from the show Supernatural.
Note about iron: Iron is generally seen as a sort of poison to demons, ghosts, and generally any monsters, which is why the demon was repelled. If you want to learn more about this or the Devil's Trap go to the Supernatural tv show wiki and search Devil's Trap (symbol) or Iron.
This is a new fic so please Read and Review, I'd really appreciate some feedback on this one.
Regards,
~Ravenic Tauro