Title: Child of the Shadows
Author: Serpent in the Shadows
Rating: M/R
Pairing: HP/OMC (Implied)
Warnings: Slash, Elf!Harry, Dark!(not evil)Harry
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter but I do own the OCs that you will find in this story
Summary: Sirius makes a decision that changes Harry's life forever. Will he be able to cope or will it destroy him?
Beta: Pysche
AN: This story will be a written in 'snapshots' - just showing the vital parts of the plot, characters and such. Since it will take place of the period of 5 years, it would have turned out way too lengthy and some of it totally pointless. Plus, this isn't the main story...rather a 'prequel' to my main story which will be a Crossover and much more detailed with an already planned slash pairing for Harry.
The Birth of Dark Elves
The first race of elves were known as the High Elves for they were great beings of Light. They were the supreme rank and every elf began with this title. Their looks were ranged from pale as new fallen snow to rich gold and shined as brightly as the morning sun. They lived in peace but set themselves above all others. But when war threatened their lands, they became divided for some wished to use blood and dark magic to defeat their enemies and save their people. They thought it was the only way.
The Council, comprised of the heads of the Seven Ruling Clans, voted against such and strictly forbid any and all uses of anything but Light, Earthly magic. But the seeds had been sown and several families went against the Laws and began practicing Black and Blood magic, teaching their children as they went.
The War raged on, creature against creature, Light against Dark, each fighting for their land rights and their way of life. The war was eventually won but at a high cost.
Children died, families torn, lands were lost and gained, but the 'taint' had taken hold and the High Elves fell.
As the next generations were born, the clans that had practiced Black and Blood Magic began to notice that they no longer looked like their grandparents. Their hair turned darker...first brown then on to black. Their eyes were once shades of silver and blue, but now ranged from black to red and in some cases a rich purple. Where they were once tall and willowy, they were now shorter and more compact, with skin colors in various shades of copper, brown and even black.
Too different from their brothers, they couldn't hide what they had done or were any longer and the Council, afraid, banished the new Dark Elves from their Realm unable to bare their presence any longer.
And thus, the Dark Elves began their lives anew and the High Elves became Elves of the Light.
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"Yes, Uncle Vernon."
"And another thing..."
Harry mentally sighed and continued to gaze unseeingly out of the window, not noticing the other cars or buildings they flew by as he tuned out the normal welcoming home rules and verbal bashing that came out of his uncle's mouth. Of course this time it was a lot worse - Vernon's face hadn't dropped that familiar shade of purple since he had been confronted by Moody, Lupin, Tonks and Mr. Weasley back at the train.
So as the speech went on and on, Harry let his thoughts drift back to everything that had happened and gritted his teeth against the constricting feeling that began to blossom in his chest. With the death of his godfather and the knowledge of prophesy him and his friends had fought so hard to keep out of the Death Eaters hands, he felt as if his world was crumbling around him.
He had always known that he was different...destined to be at the forefront of this war but had never realized exactly what that meant until now. He had to kill, not just survive til the end but actually kill another person, even if Voldemort didn't exactly look like a person or even human anymore.
He really wasn't ready for this.
He was only fifteen, still in school, failed in protecting his mind and failed in protecting those around him that he loved. And right now he wasn't sure if he could do what needed to be done.
"Boy! Are you listening to me?"
Harry's head snapped around and meet his uncle's beady, enraged eyes in the rearview mirror and gave the man another 'yes, Uncle Vernon' before a solid fist slammed into his shoulder courtesy of his cousin who was sitting beside him. Of course Dudley was the picture of perfect innocence when both his uncle and his aunt turned around to look at him when he let out a sharp hiss against the pain.
But with all eyes on him, no one noticed the red light Vernon had failed to stop at or the truck that was in their path.
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Birth of the Siayons (Shadow Elves)
Over the course of the next year, the Dark Elves traveled away from the land they once knew and set out to find a new territory. Along the way, the group of exiles divided into two, unable to come to an agreement over where to settle. The majority headed towards the mountains, the rest headed deeper into the woods, preferring the dark, thick outcrop of trees.
This smaller group eventually found their home deep into the woods and began their lives, content for the first time. Hunting was exceptional, and the group began to thrive, their children grew strong and proud and they were at peace.
But unknown to them, they attracted attention to another species, who watched and learned, curious as to who these new dark creatures were. And after ten years of gathering information, they approached the Dark Elves with a proposition - protect the neighboring Vampire clan during the day, when they were asleep and at their weakest, and in turn, they would share their knowledge of Blood Magic and give the same protection to the Elves during the night when the Vampires were at their best.
They agreed.
A century passed and the Blood Shadow Clan (Vampires) and the Dark Elves lived together and their vast knowledge grew along with their people. They were at peace and before long, the first hybrids were born.
These half vampire, half dark elf children were the first of their kind and much loved by both species. The hybrids gained both traits from both parents - all their strengths and none of their weaknesses. They could walk in the day, had fangs but never needed blood to live, and the ears of their elvish blood. They retained speed and agility, their prowesses for hunting and swordplay. But the most intriguing thing was their affinity for the Shadows.
Whereas the Vampires could 'shadow walk', these hybrids could call, talk, mold and give life and form to something from nothing more than a dark patch cast off by an object blocking the sun. No one understood it, no one expected it, but both species were proud and in awe of their children and they were protected above all else.
So when war was brought to them again, the hybrid children were hidden safely away while the Dark Elves and Vampires stood side by side to protect their home from the invaders, only to win with much loss.
Ten Dark Elves, five Vampires and forty-six hybrid children - ranging from one month to fifteen years - were all that was left.
With their depleted numbers, the Vampires and Elves had to take multiple partners, mostly the hybrid children once they were of age, in order to repopulated. But in doing this, the first real flaw of the hybrids came to light - they were sterile.
Unwilling to ask for outside help, but desperate for the continuation of their people, the last remaining Dark Elves and Blood Shadow Clan devised a ritual born of both Blood and Black Magic that could make any human the blood offspring of one of the hybrids. Ten human children - magical and non-magical - were stolen and the ritual was preformed by the oldest of the hybrids, giving them the children they so desired along with the great influence over the Shadows but unfortunately they were also sterile.
So the 'adoption' ritual became a factor of their lives, rules were laid down, and the line continued until present day.
They called themselves Siayons - Children of the Shadows and the few lucky humans to see them gave them the name Shadow Elves
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Dark blue eyes scanned the edge of the forest, watching silently for anything that shouldn't be there. His body was naturally still, but relaxed as he sat on the back of the dark horse that didn't blink or breathe. The waiting was hard though, but it was all he could do at the moment while he waited for the right time to move.
This would be it, the one thing he had been waiting on since he began his new life with the Siayons. The magic he had placed on the boy some time ago was warning him that the time was near, that he would be able to take him from his home and preform the ritual that would make him not only a Siayon but also his own blood child. His to care for and protect, his to finally give a home too.
"Are you ready?"
The whispered words startled him but he made no outward motion to show it. Looking back over his shoulder, he nodded his head to his own 'father'. "Yes, have been since I landed here."
The older Shadow Elf chuckled and shifted his weight on his own horse before he dismounted, watching as his son and heir did the same. "Hard to believe that was five years ago."
"Hard to believe that its only been a few months back in my old world."
Elder Naos nodded his head, "I'm looking forward to meeting my new grandson. It will be nice to..." His words trailed off as his son gasped, his dark eyes shutting briefly as if in pain.
"It's time."
No more words were said as the two pulled the hoods of their cloaks up and vanished in a swirl of shadows.
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The Naos Family Linage
From as far back as the time of the High Elves, the Naos family have always been master ship builders. Their boats were highly praised and sought after. The tradition continued even after they were exiled for preforming Black and Blood Magic and were happy to settle with the elves that insisted on living in the forest instead of the mountains. They built their homes at the edge of the land just meters from the river's edge.
With new and vast amounts of wood at their disposal, the ships grew in strength and availability, allowing for the Dark Elves to be able to move around more and keep an eye on things.
As the family grew and became wealthy, several of the members also joined with a few of the Blood Shadow Clan and the first and last naturally born hybrid born was a great joy to all.
Acharon Naos was barely three years old when he was whisked away, hidden while his family fought and lost their lives in the last war to hit their land. Upon returning to his home, an elf took him in, raised him and allowed him to learn from the vast books that had been in his family's possession the art of ship building and became a Master Shipwright before the age of twenty-four.
As time went on, and the last remaining Dark Elves and Blood Shadow Clan died leaving behind the newly named Siayons, Acharon continued his work, never once taking an apprentice and flat out refusing to take in a human child and preform the Ritual. After all, he was immortal, and honestly didn't feel like having to take away time from his craft.
But hundreds of years later that all changed when a human named Sirius Black appeared out of nowhere.
oOOoOOo
Albus Dumbledore sighed and closed his eyes briefly, the bright muggle emergency lights continued to flash even behind his lids. With a weary shake of his head, he turned away from the scene and sought out one of the aurors that he had sent over to investigate what was going on. At this point, all he knew was that the Durselys', and presumably Harry, had been in a car wreck.
Making his way behind the muggle police line, he found both Moody and Shackelbolt conversing near a small shop at the corner of the street. Hidden behind Notice-Me-Not charms, the three of them went unnoticed easily as Moody began to speak.
"All three of the muggles are dead. Ran into that large truck over there by what I can make of it. Died instantly."
"And Harry?" he asked.
Kingsley frowned, his eyes darting away from the Headmaster and leader of the Order of the Phoenix, to keep an eye out on any trouble. "Not here but I can tell you this. Muggle witnesses swear they saw two people in 'capes' appear in 'black mist' grab a body and then disappear the same way. A team is on their way to Obliviate them as we speak."
"Death Eaters?"
Moody shook his head, his magical eye roaming over everything, "Who knows, but there wasn't any mention of white masks."
"So, the best possible outcome is that he is missing."
"The question is," Albus said as he turned and surveyed the scene once again, "is it his life or his body that we need to find?"
