Disclaimer:Yeah, sure i own harry potter- right along with the us military and pluto.
AU- I know i really shouldn't be doing another story but this has been bugging me. I've been reading some fanfics with harry being dark and i decided to try one too. I promise I'll try and update both stories more often. The poem is form Poems of Life by Oliver Mbamara, Esq
WARNING- Rated M for language, sexual implication, violence, and well Yaoi. Also heavy Dumbledore, and Weasley bashing (exl- the twins)
Price Of A Soul
There is a rightful order found
Beyond the things that seem to be,
Something beneath the surface seen
Hidden behind prevalent schemes.
I know this fact through feelings felt
in such relief that come to mind,
When in life I do my bit
And leave results to Spirit's will.
There is a rightful order found
In which Spirit our lives arrange,
Giving us what we rightly earn
With precision in circumstance,
Designed to rhyme and meet somehow
In a rightful order, time, and place
A small home, in a quiet neighborhood with a fresh cut lawn and newly painted exterior didn't look very dangerous. Now, go through the discoloring door, up the hollow staircase and right outside the worn tethering bedroom door to the most dangerous place in the house. If one were to be foolish enough to open this door, a darkened room would open; a stream of awakening light seeping through an old withered window illuminating a Beautiful snowy white owl that was perched on the edge of the window, staring intently on the solitary dark figure looming on the bed.
The figure rose, going toward the owl, "Hey girl, did you get Hermione and that imbecile's letter?" The owl cooed and presented two envelopes to him. "Wonderful. Thank you girl." He presented small morsels to her, which disappeared quickly. Discarding the first one for later, he opened the second envelope and read the curvy handwriting.
Harry,
Hope you are having a better time than I, having to listen to Ronald's constant blathering and continuing to look at this dreary house. Please tell me that we can stop hiding now, I truly wish to rip his head off.
Dumbledore hasn't given us any information- big surprise there. It's utterly boring here without Sirius or the twins, and Guinevere won't stop carrying on about you. I did overhear the last meeting though; Dumbledore mentioned something about needing to find a certain soul, Mrs. Weasley caught me before I could gather any more information.
Nothing on Voldemort, or your blonde. Remus is not back yet. Snape may be a potential ally- I'll continue watching him. When you're ready to reveal ourselves I'll be waiting- for this is killing me.
Forever and always-
Your sister- Hermione Jeanne Granger
As he finished reading her letter Harry could not help but chuckle. The poor girl was stuck in a terribly dreary house surrounded by morons. He played with the thought of finally finishing this boring charade- the only person who had prevented it from being terminated was Sirius and now that he was gone he saw no reason to prolong the masquerade.
Writing a short reply to her letter, he told her that the welcoming feast would be their début. Finishing it, he decided to quickly glance over Weasley's letter- some drabble over nothing. Writing a quick thrown together response he sent them off again with Hedwig.
"Boy! Get down here!" ah the sound of love; Harry grinned before giving his hand a wave in front of him. The grimy oversized clothes were replaced with some fitting black slacks and a comfortable cream dress shirt. His hair was about two inches longer as his body grew a good 4 more inches to accommodate the strengthening of his muscles. He tossed his glasses behind him, as he made his way to the door. The nuisance of constant energy toward a glamor charm now gone.
"Boy! What happened to your clothing? And what did you do to yourself?" exclaimed Vernon as Harry proceeded down the stairwell. Harry looked down at his relative, a malicious grin stretching across his face, "Why dear uncle, I simply decided to get in touch with my inner self. Do you disapprove?"
The walrus sitting at his table turned an interesting shade of purple while his toothpick of a wife and mini-pig son sat silently, "Do I approve? You did some kind of….weird thing with that stick of yours did you do? Now you'll get expelled from that freak place!" Dudley an odd name for a son if you asked him, sat back grinning triumphantly at him. Harry returned it with a grin of his own, one that quickly swiped Dudley's off his face.
"Uncle you wound me, I really thought you would approve. But fear not, I won't get expelled- the silly old headmaster still needs me, and let's not forget my inevitable fight with my dear old friend Voldemort. So no need to worry about ME dear uncle, but I would advise you to worry about yourselves."
Vernon seemed to turn three shades darker- and his wife three shades whiter. Harry's grin only widened in response, "Are you threatening us boy?" his uncle bellowed. "Tsk, tsk uncle. No need to be so annoyingly loud, but I do congratulate you. You managed to understand what a threat is- good job."
Vernon accomplished the feat of turning a color that didn't exist, and Petunia was now the unsightly color of a ghost while Dudley looked like a piggy to the slaughter. "How dare you threaten me boy! We take you in, feed you cloth you and put up with your freakish nature! OUT! I want you out of this house! GET…"
Petunia and Dudley turned to see Vernon's mouth still move, but not a sound was heard. Harry's grin morphed into a sneer as his eyes coldly pierced his uncle's, "Now that just won't do Uncle. You see that would interfere with my plans, and I just simply can't have you ruining them. So let me set some ground rules. One- Do not disturb me. Two-I can perform magic however I please without consequence so Keep that in mind if you decide to break my rules. Three- When I need something you will get it without question. Four- If you break rules one and three, two will come into play. Do you filthy muggles understand?"
All three of them had no other option then to nod in confirmation. Harry did not release his uncle until he had returned to the comfort of his room. He had a lot of planning to do before Hogwarts began- How to reveal Dumbledore as the thieving fool he was, how to effectively get rid of the Weasley's, How to rid himself of the annoyance known as Voldemort, and how to secure a certain blonde Slytherin into his possession.
In the depths of an old Victorian mansion, a meeting was taking place. Black cloaked figures stood in the cold dusty room, as a single man was seated in front; a beautiful dangerous serpent slithering beneath his feet. "Have you found anything at all?" came the slithery voice from the creature on the chair. A figure came forward, "My Lord, they have hid their headquarters well, and their Savior even better. We are trying as hard as we can."
Bloody eyes regarded him hotly, full of rage and not a shred of humanity left in them, "I want Potter, and I want those headquarters. Dumbledore can be dealt with later. Yaxley, did you find anything on what I asked you for?" Another man came to kneel in front of his master, "Yes my lord, after spending months searching through the Department of Mysteries, I found it. Unfortunately I could not remove it, but I remember what it said."
Yaxley paused waiting for his Lords permission to continue, "Well?" the man smiled gratefully, "The soul you require cannot be taken from its body, it is impossible even with magic. But if you possess it, and use it accordingly, you can accomplish anything. Immortality, Ultimate Power, Even a bargaining chip with death. It also told of a series of markings that marked the human who contained this soul."
Voldemort remained silent for a moment, "Anything else Yaxley?" the man grinned at his lord, "it also gave me some hints as to what we should look for. It said that it was a human of magical being, so muggles are ruled out. It also said that the witch or wizard hasn't yet reached full adulthood, meaning it's a student in one of the schools. And finally- the best clue of all, the student would be educated by four famous powerful witches and wizards."
"Hogwarts." Voldemort hissed vehemently through his teeth. Yaxely nodded happy to have found something that pleased his lord. Voldemort dismissed him and called his youngest group of followers- those yet to take the mark. A number of teens came to kneel at his feet; the Dark lord raised them to their feet. "Consider this your initiation, you heard Yaxley I want you all to search for this student." He then proceeded to name of all six of them as they uncovered their hoods.
"Vincent Crabbe," one hood down "Gregory Goyle," two hoods "Pansy Parkinson," three "Milicent Bulstrode," four "Theodore Nott," five "Daphne Greengrass," six "Ah, and young Mr. Dracian Malfoy." A seventh hood came down revealing the soft blonde hair and cool grey eyes of the Malfoy heir. Voldemort's bloody red eyes stopped to linger on the blonde, and Draco had to repress the shudder that wanted to course down his spine.
"Lucius," the elder blonde came forward to a kneeling position, but Voldemort's eyes remained on Draco, "Your son is quite attractive, I wouldn't want anything unfortunate to befall him. Do not fail me again, understood?" "Yes my lord." Voldemort's eyes still hadn't strayed, "Good back to your spot. Yaxley the markings." The man came up and with a muttered spell and a swish of a wand as intricate almost ancient beautifully crafted markings appeared in the air.
"Memorize them; they are the markings that identify the one I want. You are all dismissed." Voldemort's eyes finally removed themselves from the young blonde. The Malfoy's and Snape were the first to leave, the three sweeping out of the meeting straight to Malfoy Manner.
Once there, the cold indifference on each of their faces melted away, "Father…" Draco began, but Lucius held up his hand, "I know dragon, we'll think of something I promise. You just worry about school, Severus and I will figure out something."
Draco nodded reluctantly, giving his father and god father a subdued goodnight before treacking up the stairs to his room. Once there he began to prepare for a much needed rest, taking a quick shower he pulled on his pajama bottoms only to realize he forgot his shirt. Heaving a sigh he made his way to his dresser to fish out his night shirt, before shrugging it on he stopped to study his back in the mirror.
He stared at the beautifully crafted deep shimmering amethyst markings that covered his back. Giving another sigh and a shake of his head he shrugged his nigh shirt on crawled into bed sunk into his pillow and was quickly swept away into his dreams.
Thats the end of Chapter One~
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