Sins of the Survivor

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. Everything belongs to JKR and I only do this for my enjoyment and not for any profit or money.

A/N: A little chapter to begin with. Tell me what you think. I plan to make Harry somewhat darker, more brooding but not evil. But well, the rest you've got to find out for yourself.

Chapter1

A New Teacher

Rain fell heavily on the Hogsmeade Station, making the students run to the carriages, trying desperately to not get wet. Owls hooted, children hurried and thestrals, even if only a few unlucky souls could see them, tossed their heads back, stamping impatiently on the ground.

One such soul could be seen walking calmly, seemingly content to be soaked through, to a carriage in the back of the caravan, stopping silently in front of the thestrals and petting them affectionately. White, piercing eyes met emerald green, once full of life, forgotten what he had learned during long years of solitude and pain, now remembering, the want to survive kicking in.

His cloak sheltered him from the rain, shrouding him in the comforting darkness of the night, giving him the ability to observe and to learn what he deemed necessary. Many of those, who still lingered by the carriages, gave him a wide berth. Probably fearing him, as he looked as frightening and similar to the Dark Lord as a person could ever be.

He was one of the last to enter the Great Hall, seating himself beside Hermione and letting his cloak fall back. It was the first time that anyone saw the youth who was Harry Potter. Black hair, oddly reminiscent of the late convict Sirius Black, hung messily around his face and piercing emerald eyes, no longer hidden behind glasses, gave him an almost ghostly look.

"Harry! Where have you been? We've looked everywhere on the train and couldn't find you! Oh, we've been so worried!" Concerned brown eyes scrutinized him carefully.

"My apologies, Hermione." The smooth, cool tone of his voice startled her. It was only now that she recognized the change in her friend. He had always been somewhat reserved, like there was something hidden under layers of emotional barriers. Whereas now she could see quite clearly what had lain beneath the surface, Hermione was still not able to identify it.

"How was your summer? You didn't respond to any letters." Something flashed in his eyes, too fast to be recognizable.

"It was fine." He said, his words carefree. "My relatives behaved after the Order's warning. I had a calm, although boring summer." A small barely noticeable smile graced his face, not reaching his eyes. He looked around, turning towards the direction of Ron, who had remained unusually silent throughout the exchange. "I presume your summer went well?" His eyebrow arched in an eerie resemblance of their most hated teacher. It was clearly an attempt to change the path of the conversation, but neither Ron nor Hermione seemed to acknowledge this, as Ron began to ramble about the latest news in Quidditch. The conversation remained smooth, with Harry leading his friends around the more delicate topics. A sound interrupted Ron in the middle of his most interesting story. At the teacher's table, Professor Dumbledore stood up, clearly intending to speak to the school population. Vaguely, Harry noticed that the seat of the Defense Professor was vacant. Blue, twinkling eyes surveyed the anxious students. They met cold emerald ones and paused for a moment, but looked quickly away, although without being able to contain the worry that had been there since Harry came into the hall.

"Welcome, welcome to another wonderful year at Hogwarts! There are a few announcements that have to be made. Firstly, the Forbidden Forest is, as its name says, forbidden." He glanced at the Gryffindor table, his eyes resting on Harry and his friends. Hermione blushed, while Ron reddened, only Harry remained staring into the Headmaster's eyes. "Secondly, all products of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes are banned from the school. If anyone has the urge to see the list of forbidden objects, please contact our caretaker, Argus Filch, for further information. And last but not least, we have a new DADA teacher this year." Students looked around them, some fearfully, others apprehensively. It was a known fact that the position was a cursed one. "It seems to me as if our Defense teacher is a bit late. I…" but he stopped abruptly.

He had almost no warning, no time to prepare himself for what was to come. Harry's eyes narrowed as he felt a presence behind him, accompanied by a flare of magic and a breaking of air. He was a blur. Pushing Hermione to the side, he fell down, barely avoiding a blue light, that would have hit him otherwise. It took the rest of the hall some moments to really comprehend the position their savior had himself in. He stood a bit crouched, a silver dagger and his wand at the throat of the attacker. His eyes were narrowed, the only indication that he was displeased on his impassive face. The attacker was a tall man, probably in his mid-thirties and quite attractive with shaggy blonde hair and brown eyes. He also had his wand pressed against Harry's throat.

A loud cough could be heard behind them, but neither the attacker nor Harry turned, instead looking at each other, their eyes locked in a silent battle.

"I have the pleasure of introducing your new DADA professor to you. This is Professor Hadrian Conrad." A stupefied silence came over the hall. No one quite believed what they had heard.

A corner of Conrad's mouth stretched into a lazy grin.

"Ten points to Gryffindor for excellent reflexes...Mr. Potter."

The youth's lips twitched for a moment before he slowly lowered his weapons, patiently waiting for Conrad to lower his. With a quick movement his dagger disappeared in his robes, while his wand was hanging by his side. Harry made no move to sit down. A questioning look was shot towards him, but he ignored everyone else.

"After you, Professor." He motioned with his hand towards the head table, receiving a small smile in return.

As Conrad swept towards the other teachers, he gave a tiny nod to the young Gryffindor. Eerie green eyes followed his every movement.


Cold. That's what it was. Cold. Simply and undeniably cold. He had always been cold, not worthy, perhaps, to have warmth or heat cursing through him. Of course, he could pretend to be normal, not forsaken by those who should have been the closest to him. But hey, life is cruel and you never get what you want.

His laugh resonated in the darkness of the hallway. It was time to get back to the Tower. No sense in worrying his friends. He had, after all, everything he needed. A book, covered in dark leather, disappeared in the folds of his robes.


It was probably the only place where Albus Dumbledore could find peace, a sanctuary from the burdens of responsibility. The old, battered furniture in its faded burgundy color was illuminated by the dying embers of the fire. There were no portraits here, only a few windows, not seen from the outside but with a magnificent view of the lake.

He remembered too well how he sat there, staring into the fire after that fateful day when the Potters had been killed. While Lily had been never fond of her sister- he cringed as some of those stories came to his mind- giving Harry to Petunia was the only possible solution after Sirius went to Azkaban. Then, after Harry came to Hogwarts he seemed to be well enough, made friends and confronted Tom, although Albus had never wished him to get into these situations. A bloody, battle weary second year Harry appeared before his inner eye, asking whether Gryffindor was the House he belonged into. Albus hadn't lied when he told him that it is our choices that make us who we are. From this point on he saw how Harry Potter grew with each year, finding happiness and going up against all odds.

But he's changed, hasn't he?

The confrontation between Harry and Hadrian had him worried. Hadrian Conrad was a friend, who would be able to help Harry prepare for any more disasters that may occure.

Will occure.

The reaction time with which Harry faced his attacker was inhuman. How was this possible?

I must tell the others to look out for anything strange around Harry. Something changed and I do not know if it's for the better or worse.

With a sigh Albus Dumbledore rose and silently left his sanctuary, dreading and welcoming all the same the things to come.


Blood magic is perhaps more dangerous than any other kind, for blood is our essence, magic is in our veins. Be warned, you, who dare to wander into this field of power, that Blood magic is not only powerful but extremly volatile. One little mistake and you will find yourself ceasing to exist. So heed my warning and do not continue in this study if you're not entirely determined.

Blood magic can make you faster, stronger and better but many have lost their sanity, soul or life for this power.The only way to come out of this with your being intact is to become a Blood Mage.


Darkness surrounded the being, not human, for one couldn't call it a man, as it stood and walked towards the window. A hollow, empty landscape presented itself to him. Sometimes, in those rare moments of sanity, he wished that he hadn't gone down this way, hadn't made the choices he did. But these thoughts were gone almost as fast as they came. Would another make the same mistakes? He felt the agony, the falling into abyss, the separation. It would be easier if he did and then there would be no one who could stand in his way towards world domination.