Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Warnings: Violence, gore, language, possible romances on all fronts, or at very least hints at possible romances.
Pairings: Still not certain if I want to have a pairing, you'll understand why once you read a few chapters in at latest. But I suppose that once he returns he could have one, meaning I'd have to develop the story of his world.
A/N: Okay guys, here is my newest work, hot of the printer. A little forewarning that this story is set up like a series would be. So as to prevent confusing I'll be grouping all the Series together in clumps. Just check out the Chapter Title. Example: 1a, 1b, 1c. Like that. Now onto the fic and PLEASE review.
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Chapter 1
Darkness encompassed him, shrouding him in shadows darker then night, its hands caressing the young man gently, as whispered voices sang quietly around him, men women and combination voices could be heard, and yet he saw nothing.
"A Boy." A small female voice sounded out just above the rest, causing Harry to spin in place.
"A child yet…" A male voice added with amusement.
"He seeks something beyond his grasp." An androgynous voice added in, drawing forth more whispers that merged into a sweet melody.
"Let the child pass, his heart is pure and I have met him before." A female voice spoke up, her words as sweet as nectar. "He has much yet to do, mine eyes have seen as such." She finished, and Harry could have sworn he felt a loving hand gently brush his cheek. But it was gone as fast as it had come, leaving him alone in darkness, and silence fell.
"Beware child…" A male spoke up as something soft landed in his hand, something that he gently held. "Darkness haunts your footsteps…" A voice whispered in his ear, yet before he could respond light flooded out around him, blinding him as he closed his eyes, feeling his feet connect to something solid.
Wind, it washed over him. Song of birds swept over him. Grass, it gently tickled all exposed parts of his flesh. Green eyes slid open slowly, eyes blinking several times before Harry Potter slowly sat up, and looked around.
He was on top of a hill, a hill covered in emerald blades of grass. Birds of a multitude of colors flew through the skies. "Beautiful…" He whispered softly as he brought his hand up to brush wayward strands of his hair from his eyes. A suddenly tickling sensation on his face caused him to halt and pull his hand back to look at it.
There, in his palm sat a pure white feather, one that shimmered in the sunlight, making the bright, sunny, and clear day seem a little less bright. "A feather?" He asked himself with a curious look before he pulled the bag from his shoulders and opened it.
Reaching in he pulled out a black book with a self-replenishing quill, a wise move as it always had ink in it. "A journal… He must want me to keep a log of my adventures." He muttered to himself before opening the book to the first page.
'The Beginning,
For that is where I now stand. Metaphorically speaking of course as I am presently sitting atop a great hill and the view of the lake beyond is quite lovely. The scents, the sounds, the sights, the texture, it feels so beautiful. Surely a world this bright, this beauteous is a peaceful one.
This is the beginning of my most grand adventure; The Journey through the Plains Unknown.
Sirius, this is for you. I will find you, and I do hope soon.
And Lucidus, I do hope that you were right on many of those theories as I will be using them.
Enough of my rattling on pointlessly, I think it time for me to figure out where I am, and what the current standings of this world are.'
With a small smile he closed the book and set the quill on top of it before setting it to his side. Next he withdrew a strip of leather, which of course caused him to blink, before he brushed the hair out of his eyes once more. "Duh!" He voiced aloud and would have smacked his forehead if he hadn't been in the process of pulling his hair back and securing it into a neat ponytail that rested at the nape of his neck.
"Archaeous Michail Sirius Black." He whispered aloud as he placed both the book and quill back into the bag deciding not to further snoop. "I like the sound it has…" He whispered with a small smile as he slung his bag over his shoulder and stood up, deep green eyes taking in the beauty all around him.
"Point me." He muttered as he pulled his wand out and laid it flat in the palm of his hand. The wand turned, its tip pointing off to his side. North was just that way, and judging by the present climate he'd gather that he was further South then he had been before, meaning Hogwarts, if it existed in this world would be somewhere up.
So north he turned, slowly descending the hill and entering a brightly lit forest that was thriving with wild life.
'Another two legged...' A small voice spoke up causing him to turn, coming face to face with a snake.
'Err… Hello." Harry greeted, watching in amusement as the snake swung its head back in shock.
'You ssspeak.' The tiny little black snake stated in surprise, long black and scale covered wings flexing in shock.
'And you are a Wyvern.' Harry said with wide eyes that looked into intelligent silver eyes. 'My name is H- … Archaeous. It is a pleasure to meet you.' He said with a slight inclination of his head.
'A well mannered two-legged ssspeaker.' The tiny creature hissed with a nod of his own. 'I have no name. Let me go with you.' He hissed quietly, earning a nod of approval from the teen before he dropped from his perch and landed around the boy's neck.
'Do you know where we are?' Harry asked as he gently ran his hand over the male wyvern's head, caressing the scales.
'Yes… The outskirts of my Dragon cousin's lands. Will you name me?' He asked as his silver eyes bore into intense green.
'Dragon… Romania! As for a name… Does Scycath suite your fancy?' Harry asked politely as he waved his wand summoned up a map of Europe.
'Yesss…' the snake, now dubbed Scycath nodded his agreement before he turned to look at the map that his master had procured.
'Judging by the landscape, and forest that we are in now, I'd judge we are right near the Eastern border of Romania. We need to get here.' he said pointing around the London marked dot. 'As far as I know the Knight Bus runs only up in this area… And I can't apparate…' He said with a frown as he absently tapped the map with his wand.
'My cousins could help.' Scycath offered causing the boy to look at the snake with a strange smile.
'Your cousins? As in the Dragons?' He asked, earning himself a nod. 'I suppose it is worth a shot. Are there any wild Dragon dwellings close by?'
'Yes. The closest one is that way, it takes me from the sun's highest point, to dusk to reach it. But I slither, and you walk, moving far faster than I could in my travels. You could make it there in less then half that time.' The snake hissed in response as he moved and curled himself around Harry's neck.
Without a second word, Harry walked forth. Heading in the direction that Scycath had mentioned. If he could get assistance from the Dragons, which would be highly unlikely, he could get back to London England quickly. From there he could check out his situation, and his standings. 'Blacks always like to make a good impression, what better way could there be but to ride in on a great Dragon.' He thought, smiling inwardly at the mental picture his mind supplied him with.
The journey to the Den of Dragons passed with idle chit-chat on nothing and everything, and, just like the small snake had said, the two of them arrived before a great area, filled with dragons of all sizes, breeds, colors and qualities. 'I wonder if this is even remotely similar to the dwellings that Charley Weasley tends to.' He thought quietly as he came to a halt several dozen meters away from the nearest dragon.
All eyes turned onto him, and his wyvern slowly uncurled itself from his neck, bumping its head against Harry's in a telltale sign that he should say something.
'Err… Hi.' He greeted weakly in Parseltoungue as he waved his hand in a small greeting.
The ground suddenly began to shake as a great dragon, far larger than all those present, moved forward, the others moving to make him a path. Up close the dragon looked ancient; his scales a pale blue in color were scratched and worn, looking as though they had suffered many a hardship.
White eyes met green, and the young teen's thoughts were lain out before the great and ancient being. What felt like an eternity passed in less than a quarter second, and Harry took a stumbling step backwards, though refrained from falling as a small light pink colored dragon braced him with her neck.
'She will take us to our destination.' Scycath said just as the pink one used her tail and scooped them up onto her back and opened her wings. She then took to the skies, her mortal passenger holding on for dear life as the winged being rushed forwards, the world blurring around them.
Time flew by, not a word was shared, and just as the sun set, and they landed swiftly and silently in a darkened alley right outside of the Leaky Cauldron. 'Thank you.' Harry hissed as he slipped unsteadily from her back and gently rubbed her nose in a show of gratitude.
She licked his cheek, before moving to her side and pulling off a tiny pink scale and holding it out to him. Slowly he took the precious pink gem like scale from her great jaw, once more whispering his thanks before she took to the skies and vanished with great speed.
'A great gift that is. The Purity Dragons are near extinct, and a freely given scale from her hide is worth more than any treasure.' Scycath hissed as he eyed the scale, making sure his master properly wrapped it before putting it inside his bag.
'Scycath, my last encounter with a dragon involved me running and dodging for my life. Why wasn't I attacked at the dwelling back in Romania?' Harry asked as he moved to the lip of the alley.
'Dragonsss are ssssuch peaceful creaturesss. I can't sssee why one would attack you.' The black colored wyvern finished just as Harry pulled up all his knowledge of pureblooded nature and he calmly walked out of the alley and into the Leaky Cauldron, drawing many eyes to himself. It looked as though he had just encountered the first difference that this new world had to offer. Tame dragons.
Whispers rose around him as he passed through the pub and out the back alley way, where he used his wand to tap the necessary bricks. The bricks began to move, realigning themselves into a perfectly arched archway which leads to a bustling Diagon Alley. 'Welcome, Scycath, to Diagon Alley, London.' Harry hissed quietly as he proceeded into the magical dwelling, earning him many glances and more whispers.
'The air tassstess funny.' The young snake commented as he flicked his forked- tongue from his fanged jaw. 'Tingly.' He elaborated softly after a moments thought. His hissed words bringing a small smirk across the young teen's lips.
Harry chose to forego a response, knowing that if he were to speak Parseltongue and be over heard, that mass panic would ensue. Or so he would gamble, but he couldn't know for sure seeing as this wasn't his home, even though he recognized many faces in the crowd and many wares in the same shops.
He followed the familiar route up to the crookedly standing building that was made up of the purest of marbles. "Gringotts." Harry muttered under his breath pleased that the building still stood in this realm, looking the same as ever, even that little poem to warn off thieves and trespassers remained the same.
"Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay dearly in their turn,
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more then treasure there."
He smirked, he had recalled that poem from his first visit to the Wizarding Bank, and he knew he would remember it through to his last. He silently ascended the stairs, his feet making seemingly no sound as it was muffled by the noise of the crowd at his back.
At the top of the stairway, a Goblin opened the door with a stern expression as Potter approached the top. Harry, deciding to make a good first impression, calmly bowed his head in greeting to the creature, storing away his shocked expression. "Thank you." He whispered as he passed the gold-loving creature and entered into the slightly less bustling Reception Hall.
Looking around, Harry spotted an empty teller that had a Goblin sitting behind the desk writing something on a piece of parchment with a quill that shone with equal intensity to many gems. He moved with calm determination towards the desk, inwardly burying all his nerves and unease. "Excuse me sir?" He spoke up politely drawing the cold and hard eyes of the Goblin to himself.
"May I help you?" He asked, sounding, bored and strictly professional.
"Yes," Harry said as he swung his bag from his shoulders and reached in, his hand taking but a few seconds to locate the key that he had a hunch was in there. "I'd like to visit my vault." He finished as he held the tiny golden key up and set it gently on the desk, watching in hidden amusement as the other hurriedly snatched the shiny golden key and examined it.
"Everything seems in order, Mr. Black." The Goblin said as he was able to tell with a glance just which pureblooded family it belonged to, while also, somehow telling the creature if the young man was indeed a member of that family. How he did it though, Harry had no clue, and he highly doubted he would ever learn their secrets.
"Griphook!" He snapped, causing a Goblin to hurriedly race over, stumbling once, earning him a stern look of disapproval. "Please escort young Mr. Black here down to his vault." He ordered, his subordinate simply nodding in understanding as he was handed the key and motioned for the boy to follow. And follow he did.
"Follow me please." The young Goblin said as Harry offered his thanks to the Teller before turning to follow the moving creature that took him towards a set of mine carts and told him to hop in.
The ride down was just the same as ever, and still he was unable to fathom how to discover the route and layout of the underground labyrinth of vaults, traps and passages. 'Maybe it's like Hogwarts' stairs, always moving, shifting and changing…' He thought absently as they came to a sudden halt outside of a massive door, one that looked far larger than his own vault back home.
Both of them slipped from the cart, neither one stable on the first step, the being moved towards the massive vault door and ran his hand in an intricate pattern over the solid entrance before he inserted the key and turned it, earning a loud echoing click as the door slid inwards, and lights suddenly flooded the inside. 'Holy crap on a Sunday stick!' He thought in shock before a nudge from his scaly friend had him moving forward and into the chamber.
Mountains of Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts stood in great heaping mounds, piles far taller and wider than Harry thought possible, and there were many of each. But that wasn't all that was there, oh no, there was plenty more.
At the back of the giant sized vault stood dark book shelves that towered up to the stone ceiling, and reached over the entire expanse of the wall. He doubted that even the Hogwarts' library held as many books as this vault did. But one never did know, well Hermione might but that might not be an extensive count as the school was notorious for secrets passages and who was to say that the library did or did not hold one of those?
He slowly moved toward the nearest money pile and went back into his bag before rummaging for a few minutes, before he found a Gringotts money bag. One that happened to have the same spells as his bag. With a small smile he shoved handful after handful of coins into his bag, making a considerable dent in three separate piles before he was satisfied he had enough to last him for a while. He didn't want to have to keep coming back after all.
He then replaced the money sack into his bag, thankful for the spells that made it light no matter what or how much was inside of it. Next he moved to the back, heading over to the shelves, green eyes scanning the books and titles, plucking interesting or useful ones from it, using his wand for ones he couldn't reach. And into his bag went more books then the boy had ever had before. "Hermione would be envious." He muttered with a chuckle as he slipped all the books into his bag and turned to leave.
He got one pace before he noticed it, causing him to stop and frown. The mounds of gold had hidden a glass showcase from him when he first entered, but now that he was on the return trip he could easily see it. His curiosity was rubbed and he made his way towards the shimmering glass case and peered inside.
Inside the case sat three plush and glorious pillows, but that wasn't what caused the boy to gasp. No, on top of those pillows sat three things. The left pillow bore the Signet Ring of the Black House. It was silver with a great emerald that shone with as much force as a diamond, and on its center, embedded in the precious jewel were tiny diamonds which formed the shape of a capital 'B'. Holding the green gem in place were two serpents, made with great detail.
On the right hand pillow sat a small black egg that was the same size as Harry's fist, but it wasn't an ordinary egg. Silver tendrils rose along the shell, making an 'S' shape at the center, before it twisted around and formed jagged wings on the thing's side. He hadn't a clue of what it was, but he found it beautiful and enchanting all the same.
But, the most captivating item of the three sat at the middle. He wasn't sure what it was either, but still it look so utterly surreal. There, on the pillow was a silvery wisp of light and pale smoke that swirled, and twirled in its place.
Harry brought his hand up to set it on the glass, but to his surprise his hand moved through the seemingly solid piece of melted sand. Slowly he withdrew his hand before reaching down and scooping up a Knut and lightly tossing it at the glass, only to watch as it hit with a ping and bounced off.
'Archaeousss… What isss that?' Scycath hissed he slid down Harry's arm to get a closer look at the glass, moving his tail to touch to glass to see if it was solid for him. And it was.
'I'm not sure.' Harry muttered as he brought his free arm back to the glass, watching how it surpassed the solid looking barrier. 'Must be magic. But… I think those artifacts will be useful.' He admitted, earning himself a snort at the magic comment… well as much as a winged snake could snort anyways.
Tentatively he plucked the ring from the pillow and slipped it on, watching as it resized itself to him. Releasing a sigh of relief, glad that the ring had noted he was the Black heir, even if he was from another world.
Next he gently retrieved the egg from its pillow and summoned up a silk cloth which he wrapped around it before placing unbreakable charms on it. Harry then looked back at the wispy thing, unsure how he was going to grab it, especially as it looked like his hand would slip right through it.
How right he was, just has he had expected, his hand passed through it, causing a tingling sensation to erupt in his hand where he was touching the substance. But what he didn't expect was the tingling giggle that rose with it, which caused him to immediately remove his hand, causing more giggling before the ball of wispy light floated up, out of its case.
It began circling him, making Scycath somewhat dizzy as his head followed the thing defensively. It did a good fifty laps before it came to a suddenly halt in front of the dark haired boy, still giggling before it shimmered and changed forms.
"Err… What are you?" Harry whispered as he watched a small creature floating on a cloud materialize.
"Me?" The little guy asked as it spun in place, large purple eyes looking around curiously while little antennae bobbed with every move the critter made.
"Yes you." Harry whispered in amusement having never before seen thing like him/her/it.
"Me." It said as it turned to face Harry. "I'm Sylph!" It declared proudly. "Guardian spirit assigned to the Black Family. But no one has called on Sylph, and Sylph was so lonely with no one to play with." Sylph admitted tearfully as it launched itself forward and landed on Harry's hand sobbing hysterically.
"Don't cry, I'll play with you, and so will Scycath." Harry offered soothingly, before repeating his words to the snake in Parseltongue. The male wyvern agreed, obviously curious of this new being, though he was also cautious.
The sobbing immediately stopped and the creature took to the air. "Really?!" It asked excitedly, eyes wide with quivering tears. The dark haired Boy-Who-Lived nodded earning a happy squeal from the wispy one.
"Do you have a gender?" Harry asked quietly as the critter appeared on his shoulder.
"Yup! I'm a girl! Can't you tell??!" She asked incredulously, before zooming around the teen's head. "And since you got Sylph out of her box, you are Sylph's new master!" She declared cheerfully. "It is my duty to serve all Black descendants, and since you got me out of the box you must be the latest heir." She summed up before suddenly stopping. "Do you have a name?!?!"
"Err. I'm Archaeous, and this wyvern is Scycath." Harry said by way of introduction, offering his finger for the critter to shake. And shake she did.
A good thirty minutes passed before Harry and his two 'pets' left Gringotts, reemerging on the streets of Diagon Alley. Sylph was sitting on Harry's right shoulder, looking around in silent awe, eyes and head only moving from their positions. Scycath on the other hand was absently wrapped around Harry's arm, hidden in the folds of his dark cloak.
Harry moved from the bank, and over to an interesting store where he momentarily gazed at the window display before entering inside, the door making a chiming sound. Flourish and Blotts was the same as ever, books lingering everywhere and people scattered here and there looking things over. 'Some things don't seem to change.' He noted silently before he moved towards the world history section, passing by a few Witches and Wizards that gave him a weird look.
He perused several titles under the History Section, eyes scanning titles. "Hermione… this is where I could use your help." He muttered absently as he plucked 'The History of Dark Risings 0-1992' it was likely the best he could do at this point in time, without Hermione there to help him.
He opened the book as he moved over to one of the many plush chairs that were placed around the area to allow customers to figure out if the book they found was the one they wanted or needed.
Harry flipped through the pages moving closer to the end, stopping on the year 1942. And from there he read:
'Peace has flooded our great nation for many plentiful years, ones that not even the 'Witch Burnings' by muggles could darken. We have known no evil for many generations, but now a darkened shadow hovers over our heads. All the Seers have foretold great darkness to come, and now we feel it growing. It's tainted Blackness crawling at our skin, siphoning our magic reserves. Who or what dare hold such a blackened magic?
1945
Voldemort has risen, bringing with him calamity, death, suffering and despair. He and his army of Death Eaters are moving forward in the view of ridding the world of Muggles, keeping the blood pure and magic to only those of noble heritage. Such twisted views, so many deaths...
1947
The Light is plundered ruthlessly; the Ministry and Defense Groups are all suffering heavy casualties. Things look bleak for Wizarding Kind.
With Halloween came the fall of Hogwarts, and death of Albus Dumbledore.
The Light has been left leaderless, and how the children suffer.
Hogwarts was now Voldemort's base of operation.
1978
Voldemort, in his seemingly immortal glory, signed contracts with the Creatures of Darkness. They are his servants now, and in exchange for their servitude they are given free reign to feast, to kill, to maim.
How the Children cry.
1980
Unease rises in the Forces of Darkness.
A Prophecy of a Savior has been formed, causing Voldemort –widely known as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named—to feel pressured, and in an attempt to remove any threat he began killing all children fitting the supposed description of the Child to Come. He killed any Wizard or Witch newborn that bore eyes more green then emeralds.
He even went after the Potter twins.
But there he met his downfall.
Great mysterious and rumors circulate the event, yet it is well known that Voldemort had turned his wand upon the boys, casting the infamous Avada Kedavra, but somehow the spell rebounded, slaying the man and leaving the two identical babes with matching scars in the shape of a Bolt of Lightning.
1981
Peace reigns once more.
The Potters and their sons have vanished to train, while the Ministry reclaimed the Wizarding School, allowing the British children to once again resume schooling, free of pressure, free of suffering.
1991
The Potter twins have started Hogwarts, how great they are.
They even managed to defeat the invasion of Black Vipers, using quick thinking and clever spells.
1992
Cyrus and Harris Potter have once again risen to their glory, this time rescuing seven students from renegade Moon Walkers in an epic battle that left many speechless.
Perhaps… just maybe they will be able to remove the cloud of looming darkness…'
Harry blinked once, twice, then thrice. It seemed the book was just a summary, a non-descriptive one at that, telling of major points in historical events. He smiled at his luck. Maybe this world wouldn't be too much trouble.
"Dear boy." A woman's voice snapped his from his reverie. "You're eyes are such a lovely green.' A silver haired woman said with a strange light in her dark eyes, and a strange smile played about her weathered face. "Tell me child, what is your name?"
"Archaeous Black." Harry answered cautiously, green eyes unreadable.
"A Black!" She exclaimed, eyes wide. "Surely you jest child!" She said before spotting something shinning on his hand. "The Signet Ring of the Blacks…. Only to be worn by the heir!" She hissed breathlessly before rushing off, leaving a stunned teen in her wake.
But he didn't remain stunned for long. After all, he could hear her shouting about finding the Black heir. 'I think… I'm in trouble.' He thought with a sigh as the rumbling of many feet racing his way reached his ears causing him to turn heel and race down the isle, eyes scanning for a second escape route.
Through the shelves he could see many robe wearing figures race in the doors, causing him to pick up the pace. 'There!" He thought happily, spotting a fireplace. With a swift order, he had Scycath enter his bag and retrieve some Floo powder. Retrieve it he did.
Cries of 'Stupefy' rose in the air, causing red lights to crash along the walls around him, sending shelves falling, books flying and people screaming.
Harry reached the fireplace, pausing momentarily to toss the shimmering powder into the flames, turning them from red to green before he leapt into it, just out of the way of another stunner. "The Burrow!" He cried, vanishing just as five stunners crashed into the fireplace.
Harry's world span. His head felt light, and his stomach churned as though preparing to relinquish its hold upon his last meal. Just as suddenly as it began, it stopped, and he was hurled out of the fireplace, landing in a soot-covered heap. Green eyes opened to the sight of four wands trained upon his face.
"Err... Hi." He greeted lamely, as he regarded the wands cautiously, being careful not to move.
"Who are you?" A male voice demanded.
"Ha—Archaeous." The filth covered, boy wonder answered as he looked up to the voice that had spoken, eyes landing upon a familiar visage. 'Bill.' He thought with relief, his shoulders slumping slightly.
"Why have you come here?" Charley asked with a calm voice, yet his wand didn't once move.
"I got lost in the Floo network." Harry said quietly.
"Oh you poor boy." A female voice cut in, causing Harry to look to his left, at Mrs. Weasley who hurriedly rushed to the boy's side, brushing past two of her sons and her husband before kneeling at Harry's side. "Are you hurt?" She inquired with a worried tone.
"Only dirty, and I apologize but I've also messed up your living room." The Boy-Who-Lived said quietly, cheeks tinged red with embarrassment. "I've never been fond of Floo Travel; I always tend to wind up at the wrong place." He admitted, remembering his trip to Knockturn Alley, back in his second year.
"You're parents must be worried about you. Tell me, where were you headed?" She inquired softly as she waved her wand at the boy and the surrounding area, cleaning it without effort.
"My parent's were killed in the war, and my guardians could care less about my whereabouts. If I die they would be pleased, and I was trying to go to Diagon Alley, I needed some more ink and quills." Harry lied smoothly, while stamping down the guilt he felt at lying to Molly Weasley's face.
"You poor dear!" Molly exclaimed in horrified shock as she brought her hand up to her mouth.
"It's alright." Harry said softly his green eyes meeting the eyes of all the people gathered around him.
"Your eyes are so green." Bill stated with a frown. "What is your full name?" He demanded as he raised his wand yet again.
Harry sighed. "Archaeous Michail Sirius Black."
"A Black!" The Weasleys exclaimed simultaneously in shock.
"You lied to us! You told us that your parents are dead!" Charley stated darkly as he raised his wand along side his elder brother's.
"Well… I've never met my parents, and my relatives always told me that they were dead. Have you met them? Are they alive? Where can I find them?" Harry asked with wide eyes as he dropped to his knees in a begging position.
"Child… Haven't you read the papers?" Molly asked softly as she knelt beside the Black.
"No. I've been forbidden from doing that as well." Harry said truthfully.
"Don't you go to Wizarding School?" Arthur asked in curiosity.
Harry shook his head no.
"Well…" Molly began as she placed an arm around the teen's shoulders. "The name Black has been tainted in the time of your grandmother. And the taint spread to her two sons, presently only her heir still lives and he is as dark as they get. In fact, he is the right hand man of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He pretended to be on the side of Light and once he had gained their trust he betrayed them, killing many of the Order members." The matriarch of the Weasley family explained softly, worriedly taking in the teen's shock.
"That is my father correct?" Harry asked softly, earning a nod from the woman to his side. "What of my mother?"
"We never knew that he had a son, so I don't know who your mother could be, and I bet that your father doesn't even know you exist." Molly summed up with a worried glance over to her husband. "If the Dark forces were to learn of you… it would be chaotic. The Dark Lord must not gain a second Black." He concluded firmly.
Harry took a slow moment to digest the whole thing. "Dear, stay with us." Molly offered softly as she looked up to her husband and received a nod as the rest lowered their wands. "That family you live with seems horrid to you, and children are such precious creatures. We'll call up the current Headmistress of Hogwarts and get you put in there. After all, after having regained the halls of Hogwarts, it has been deemed the safest place in the entire Wizarding world."
Harry nodded slowly in agreement, before Arthur Flooed off to Hogwarts.
"I bet you are hungry dear." Molly said causing Harry's stomach to growl in its desire for food.
"Yes Mrs…?." Harry asked.
"Oh my! We have introduced ourselves!" The woman exclaimed in embarrassment as she flushed a red that was more intense than her hair. "I'm Molly Weasley. This is my eldest son, Bill." She said while motioning to the carbon copy of the Bill from his world. "This is my second oldest son, Charley." She motioned towards the other boy that was built in a buff manner. "And the man who just left is my Husband, Arthur Weasley." She finished. "And when you go to Hogwarts dear, you'll meet Percival Weasley, my third oldest son, the twins, Fred and George who are quite the little troublemakers. My youngest son, Ronald, and my youngest and only daughter, Ginerva." She concluded before ushering the black haired young man into the kitchen.
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"May I have your attention please?" The Headmistress of Hogwarts asked as she swept into the Great Hall, causing many eyes to rise from their dinners and friends, to look at the stern woman that was calling for their attention. "I have a surprise for all of you." She stated calmly. "We have a new student joining us." She stated before summoning the Sorting Hat just as murmurs and whispers rose from the students and staff.
"Please come in." McGonagall called, causing the side door to open, and a young man with long dark hair and battle robes to walk in. "This young man is Archaeous Black." She introduced, causing noise to rise in the students and teachers just as the young teen reached the woman and she placed the hat on the Black's head.
'Well aren't you an interesting person, but worry not, I won't expose your secrets. But I think it best to do as my counterpart wanted.' The hat spoke to the teen, so that Harry was the only one to hear the spoken words. "Slytherin!!!"
The Snake House clapped loudly, while scattered clapping came from the other houses as buzzing like whispers reached his ears, and eyes kept flickering to him as he removed the old hat from his head and handed it to the Headmistress before proceeding towards the table that had forever held his rival and many of his enemies.
"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." A familiar voice spoke up from right beside the place that Harry had randomly chosen to sit down at. Green eyes snapped to the side, and landed upon his blond nemesis, or at least one who looked the same, save his hair was long and loose. Also he looked to be sixteen, meaning that the book he read at Flourish and Blotts had been a few years behind.
"Archaeous Black." Harry greeted in a pureblood fashion as he shook the offered hand just as the table filled with foods and drink.
"You look to be a fifth year." The Malfoy heir commented thoughtfully as he delicately dished himself small and equal proportions.
"Sixth." Harry corrected before copying the blond and putting small amounts of food he wanted onto his plate.
"Why did you transfer here, and from where?" A female that sat across from him inquired curiously, causing him to look up and see the familiar pug-like face of Pansy Parkinson.
"Because I needed a change of pace and I just came from Romania." Harry answered to the point.
"Is your father Sirius Black?" A male to Draco's far side asked, causing Draco to glare at his two housemates.
"Parkinson, Zambini please refrain from hounding our new housemate like a Gryffindor would." Draco said chidingly before he put a perfectly cut bite-sized piece of food in his mouth before chewing it twenty-one times then swallowing.
"It's alright, and yes he is as I am the current heir to the Black line." Harry answered as he flashed his signet ring to the other Slytherins.
"I've never heard of Sirius Black having a son." Nott piped up, earning him a shrug.
"I'm not sure he is even aware of me being alive. My mother was one of his pureblooded one-night stands." Harry said improvising.
"Who is your mother?" Daphne Greengrass inquired as she twirled her golden goblet.
"I haven't a clue. She died not too long after my birth, leaving me to be raised by her squib sister and her muggle husband." Harry said as he plopped a piece of meat into his mouth, and was sure to count twenty-one chews before he swallowed.
"Sounds absolutely dreadful!" Pansy said as she placed a hand over her heart in a fake sympathy expression.
"It wasn't too terrible. They simply locked me up and treated me like a House Elf." Harry said uncaringly, not even noticing the horrified looks directed at him from the rest of his new housemates that had just heard what he had said.
"I'm certain that your father would be livid to find he had a son treated like that." Draco added conversationally as he took a small sip of his pumpkin juice and silence reigned at their part of the table as they all proceeded to eat.
"Oh my!" Pansy exclaimed as she pointed at Harry, causing the dark haired teen to blink. "There is a snake in your cloak!" She shrieked in horror causing silence to befall the hall, and heads to turn towards the Slytherin table, to Pansy before following her sight path to the new student that did indeed have a serpent crawling out of his shirt.
"He is a Wyvern." Harry said into the eerily quiet room as he gently pulled his familiar out of his cloak and picked up a piece of meat with his fork before offering it to him. "And his name is Scycath." Harry concluded as Scycath snatched the offered meat from the metal utensil before swallowing it whole.
"You will fit well into Slytherin." Draco commented, his words causing the rest of the students to resume chatting, mainly about the new student, his familiar and his last name.
"I suppose we will just have to wait and see on that." Harry commented thoughtfully as he continued to offer his little scaled friend more pieces of tender meat, until Scycath was full and sleepy, letting him fly up and slither back into his cloak.
"He is a very beauteous creature." Draco commented just as he set his silverware upon his plate and dabbed at his lips with a white-cloth napkin.
"Don't tell him that, his ego is large enough as is." Harry stated off-handedly before he resumed eating his meal.
Severus Snape swept over to his House's table just as his newest addition concluded his meal. "Mr. Black, this is your new timetable." He said as he handed him a piece of parchment.
"Thank you professor." Harry said politely.
"I am your head of house, and I request your presence in my office later this evening after you are settled into your dorm. Mr. Malfoy is to accompany you." He concluded before he spun to the side and stalked out of the room, glaring at anyone that even looked at him if they weren't of his own house.
"That was Professor Snape." Draco explained before he elegantly stood from his seat and motioned for Harry to do so as well. Together they left the great all, both aware of many eyes upon their backs, including twin green ones that shone with great intensity yet held much curiosity.
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"Enter." Called a familiar voice through the door, before Draco and Harry exchanged a look and entered inside. "You're earlier than I had expected." Snape commented as he looked up from his desk where he sat, grading some papers. "Did something happen?"
"Not at all professor." Harry answered with a nod of his head. "In fact my new housemates were most eager in assisting me get settled in." The Black and Potter Heir added, as he adopted an oblivious look, making it seem he wasn't sure why they were all so kind.
"I see." Severus said with a slight frown before he motioned for the two teens to take a seat in the two chairs conveniently placed before his desk. "Tea?" He offered, and began to poor out three cups after having received a nod from both young men. "I'd like to welcome you to Slytherin." Snape began as he passed the two of them their tea cups.
"Also, you should note that the Slytherin House is often looked down upon by everyone outside our house, and as such we are obliged to protect our own, and keep any qualms between our snakes hidden from other people. We need to appear strong and untied lest we be singled out by others." The Potions Master summed up before taking a sip of his perfect temperature tea.
"Now should you run into any difficulties what so ever, feel free to come to myself or my godson Draco. We will do what we can to assist you." He paused, black eyes boring into intense green. "Your timetable was made to match Mr. Malfoy's own, and as such he is to be the one to show you around." He concluded. "Now, unless you have any questions, you may go."
"Thank you for your time and tea Professor." Harry said as he downed the last of his tea and set the tea cup upon the table before he and Draco left the dark wizard to his own devices.
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"Welcome to Advanced Transfiguration Mr. Black." Professor McGonagall greeted after her class began. She looked as strict as ever. "But seeing as you are new here, we are presently unaware of your current level of prowess. As such you are to demonstrate your abilities to your professors so that we may decide whether or not you're suited to be taking our courses." She explained before motioning for the new student to stand and come up to the front. Harry obliged.
Harry moved from his spot between Draco and Blaise, up to the front where he stood before professor McGonagall, inwardly hoping he wouldn't make a fool of himself. "Alright Mr. Black, please transfigure this toothpick into a Teapot."
Frowning, Harry waved his wand, and watched in satisfaction as the toothpick grew and changed form, becoming an ornate teapot with intricate blue vines traveling its length. "Well done, now transfigure that Teapot into a kitten."
He frowned a second time before waving his wand and muttering under his breath, before watching as the teapot grew larger and furrier as it transformed into a tiny kitten of a grayish coat. "Excellent. Now make that kitten into something magical." She added in to be tricky; after all she was now curious.
Harry tapped his wand to his chin in thought as he ran over how he was going to do his newest task. He supposed that he could just use will power, as that was what he commonly used when he wasn't certain how to perform something, and that generally worked. He muttered under his breath before waving his wand at the purring little kitten causing it to transform into an orb. Not just any orb though. It began to hover mid air, giving off a faint glowing light as tranquil music escaped it. Inside was a miniature version of Hogwarts, with snow dizzyingly around it, and mini-people wandering from class to class.
"10 points to Slytherin." The Transfiguration Professor whispered under her breath in shock as she looked upon the orb that was far better than the muggle ones she had seen. This new student was strong. Perhaps a little crud in his spell movements, but the effects were nearly the same as the graceful spell casters.
"Is that all professor?" Harry asked as he swayed slightly in his spot, earning a nod from his professor before he wandlessly summoned the orb to himself and resumed his seat next to his housemates.
"I've never seen McGonagall gobbsmacked before." Blaise whispered to Harry, who cracked a slight smile as he relaxed into his chair, slowly regaining his energies, green eyes staring intently into the orb he had forged.
Harry wasn't certain why he made what he did, but maybe it was because he felt lonely. Perhaps that was why he could see a tiny werewolf roaming the forest's edge, followed by Prongs and Snuffles. He missed Remus and Sirius so much. He just hoped that the two of them were alright.
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Back in Harry's true world.
'Mr. Remus Lupin,
I regret to inform you, that your honorary Godson, Harry James Potter, has run away from his relatives' home, and his present location is unknown.
Now, I do realize that this would be a shock for you, but my guess is that he is of the impression that he can bring back one Sirius Black from the dead, and has left to do so. I have a solid hunch that he will return in due time, and I felt it my duty to inform you of this before that Order of yours does, and let you know not to worry as he will likely return as soon as he can.
Anonymous.'
A dark figure read over what he had just written before summoning a dark owl. The owl knew where to go, and once the letter was attached to its foot, the dark creature took to the night time skies. The figure then pulled out a blank piece of parchment and began to write a new letter.
'Dear Albus Dumbledore.
I have heard that you are in the market for a new professor to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts and I am interested. Inside are all my qualifications, please feel free to look them over, and send word back with my owl.
Sincerely yours,
Christopher Von-Helsh.'
A second owl, this time a light brown one, flew over to the dark figure and received the second letter. And just like the first, once the letter was attached, it took to the dark skies.
"Things are about to get interesting." A male voice whispered quietly as he tucked wayward dusty blond hair behind his ears.
"You are meddling." A deeper voice commented in exasperation, causing the first man to smirk.
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"50 Points to Slytherin for managing to produce such an excellent quality potion." Snape praised before he swept off to torment the Gryffindors. Harry found that he was more adept with potions when there weren't people hovering over his shoulder, nor someone attempting to pull him into quiddich or homework chatter. Maybe that was why he hadn't faired so well back in his own world…
"Class dismissed." Severus called, bringing about the end of the day's courses. Harry's 'first' day had gone smoothly for the most part. He only had issues in Ancient Ruins, which the professor had asked him to drop, leaving Harry with a spare when Draco had that class, but he was fine with that, and was also glad that Draco hadn't chosen to take Divination, meaning that Harry didn't have to continue that course. It was sort of depressing.
"How does it feel to have survived your first day here?" Draco inquired conversationally as he, Harry and Blaise left the dungeons after having cleaned up their work stations, and were proceeding to the Great Hall for supper.
"I wouldn't know; the day is not yet through after all." Harry commented as they slipped into the dinning area, but he didn't get far before he felt a hand on his shoulder causing him to whip around, his wand out at the perpetrator.
"Such reflexes!" A green-eyed, Gryffindor commented, as he looked at his double.
"Indeed. Surely he must be a trained Wizard!" The twin added as he placed a hand over his heart in shock.
"But look! His eyes!" The first commented as he tucked his left hand into his pocket.
"They are green!" The second exclaimed dramatically.
"Potters! Stop harassing your superiors." Draco sneered, causing Harry to blink. 'Potters?' His mind froze. After looking more carefully, he noted that before him were indeed replicas of himself, of his old self to be more precise.
"Now, now Malfoy. We mean no disrespect, it's just his eyes!" Cyrus Potter said soothingly as he withdrew his hand from his pocket.
"He's right love! They are such a beauteous shade of green." Harris added onto his brother's point, and both of them nodded simultaneously.
"And so rare!" Cyrus continued nonplused by the glare that the Malfoy was directing at him.
"We thought that old Moldy-Shorts had eliminated all kids our age that had green eyes." Harris said somberly as he wrapped a comforting arm around his brother's shoulder.
"But I suppose that even the great Dark Diaper-Wearer could over look a few. Especially a Black!" Cyrus muttered as he leaned into his twin's comforting embrace.
Harry started chuckling. His chuckles then turned to full blown laughter, tears escaping his intense eyes. Everyone watched him wearily. "You two are hilarious." Harry admitted after having caught his breath, leaving his cheeks flushed. "I'm Archaeous Black. A pleasure to meet you both." Harry concluded as he held out his hand.
Cyrus and Harris exchanged a shocked look before Harris leapt forward and began shaking Harry's hand like a madman. "Pleasure to meet you too! I'm Harris Potter, the youngest and most desirable." He said by way of introduction, only to have his elder twin shove him out of the way.
"And I am Cyrus Potter." The other began as he kissed Harry's knuckles, causing the teen to blush. "I am the eldest, and the most enchanting." He finished before slowly releasing the dark haired teen's hand.
"Potter One, and Potter Two, I warn you to leave Archaeous alone." Draco growled threateningly as he grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him over to the Slytherin table, Blaise hot on their heels.
"Well… He was more pleasant then usual." Harris commented offhandedly before the Golden Duo moved over to their own table with a shrug.
"But Archaeous seems so interesting." They said in sync before bursting into chuckles.
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"You've got to watch out for those Potter twins, once you catch their fancy they won't leave you alone until they find a new toy to torment." Blaise said in a sagely manner while nodding his head. "I remember in first year they were obsessed with Draco, believing him to be a male veela. It lasted for the majority of the year before Draco here snapped and tortured them under the tickling charm."
"Blaise…" Draco began in a calm manner before he pushed Blaise's face into the bowl of potatoes. "What have I told you about bringing that up?" He asked in a sweet tone as he released the other boy and sat down gracefully, ignoring all the stunned looks directed at the duo.
"Hogwarts sure is an interesting school." Harry commented thoughtfully as he served himself some food, absently watching as Blaise extracted his face from the bowl of potatoes and spelled himself clean before glaring at the blond aristocrat that was eating unfazed in his seat.
"If life were dull it wouldn't be worth living." Draco commented thoughtfully just as Harry began to reach for his goblet. But his hand never reached it.
'Scycath.' Harry said suddenly causing the whole of Slytherin table to freeze in wide-eyed shock that slowly moved to the rest of the school. 'A thought just occurred to me.' He began just as Scycath slid from the teen's cloak. 'I think you ought know I'm a dimensional traveler and my means of transportation might not allow you and Sylph to come along with me to my next destination. I want you to know this, as I wouldn't want you to worry should I suddenly vanish. And if you have a means to, could you tell our little spirit friend… I think I've gathered enough strange looks already.' Harry concluded before he looked around with a blush.
"You're a Parselmouth." Draco breathed in awe, causing Harry to blush and push his hardly touched food away.
"I know." Harry said quietly before he stood, his green eyes upon the ground before he slipped out of the hall at a relaxed pace, one that shifted once he was beyond the eyes of everyone. He ran. He ran to the doors and out onto the front steps of Hogwarts, flying down them like a bat out of hell.
Harry raced across the front lawn of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was embarrassed and slightly perturbed, unsure what it was that made him suddenly speak the snake-tongue in the crowded Great Hall, he could have waited for Scycath and he were alone.
"Generally when you run like you are means that something got under your skin." A voice from the near tree-line spoke up, causing Harry to skid to a halt, green eyes moving to look for the familiar voice.
The teen didn't need to wait long before a man stepped forth from the shadows of the Forbidden Forest, his black robes billowing majestically behind him. Blue eyes clashed with intense green. "You must be Archaeous." The man spoke up. "Your eyes are just too green for you not to be." The man said by way of reasoning. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Sirius Black, the Right Hand to the Dark Lord. And judging by that ring I recognize so well, I'd say that I am also your father." The man concluded before walking towards the petrified looking young man.
Sirius circled the boy slowly, taking in his appearance before coming to a standing halt before the boy, eyes meeting once again. Harry on the other hand was cold and frozen. Before him stood Sirius, a man he had believed to be dead, but yet this man, wasn't his Sirius. This man was nothing more than a carbon copy, well; the man might have a few qualities similar to his Sirius…
"You are what I would have expected any son of mine to look like." Sirius said quietly before he slowly placed his large hand upon the teen's shoulder. "Well, not the eyes, as I had hoped they'd match mine." He added with a playful smirk. "But otherwise you have indeed inherited the good Black looks, and they mixed well with the looks of your mother, whoever she was."
"Uhh…" Harry began eloquently, causing him to blush. "Sir…" He began anew. "I am curious as to why you have come." Harry concluded, his cheeks growing hotter.
"I came to see if these rumors of my son and heir were true, and imagine my surprise when I saw you race from that castle." Sirius said before he frowned. "Why did you run from that castle?" He inquired in a somewhat worried fashion.
"Well… I accidentally spoke Parceltongue whilst in the Great Hall, and I needed to get away from the stares." Harry answered as he looked down at the ground.
"You speak a noble language then." Sirius said after having sucked in a sharp breath. "But why did you speak it?"
"I needed to tell Scycath something." Harry explained before he reached into his cloak and withdrew his dark Wyvern, earning him a wide-eyed look.
"Well, aren't you a shock and a half." Sirius chuckled before he reached forward and gently pet the black serpent gently. "Where did you find such a divine creature?" Sirius asked in pure curiosity.
"Romania." The teen answered automatically.
"My son, you would make the Dark Lord proud." The man announced with a proud smirk. "Come! We must initiate you immediately into his services!" He said as he grabbed Harry's wrist before reaching into his pocket and activating an emergency port key before Harry could open his mouth to protest.
With a tug like sensation behind his navel, Harry and Sirius were pulled along in a whirl of colors and wind. Just as fast as it had begun it ended, and Harry would have fallen if not for the grip that Sirius held on him. "Sorry about that, I suppose I should have warned you about how we would be traveling." He said sheepishly as he released the teen's wrist, allowing Harry to look around.
"So I take it that the rumors were true." A familiar voice said behind Harry, causing him to whip around. Behind him sat the revived form of Lord Voldemort. "He looks as though he has much promise too." The snake-like man said with a chuckle as he noted the wand in the teen's hands.
"Tonight is a night for much celebration. A new Black within our ranks is an incredible thing after all. A miracle none of us had expected." Tom added with a smirk before he stood.
"My Lord, I am honored to present to you my son, Archaeous Black." Sirius said with a deep bow to his Lord.
"Rise my dearest knight." Tom Riddle said with a small nod, his eyes locked solely upon the teen. "I see that even the rumors of your emerald eyes were true. I think we can expect much greatness from you."
Harry stood there, unsure what to do. Slowly he slipped his wand into his cloak, while his now free hand moved to pet the hissing wyvern in his arms.
"Come forward boy." Voldemort ordered softly, crimson eyes lacking the usual hate they held when Harry normally saw them.
Hesitatingly Harry stepped forward, moving until he was a mere meter away from the double of the man who had caused him so much suffering. "Come closer so that I might mark you." The man ordered with an amused look as Harry hesitated before remaining where he stood.
"I have no desire to take a mark upon my arm." Harry said in defiance, earning him twin shocked expressions.
"You dare go against me?" Voldemort hissed as his eyes narrowed.
"Yes." Harry said softly, his eyes sharp and unflinching.
"Insolent boy!" The Dark Lord seethed before drawing his wand in one swift move. "Crucio!" He snarled darkly, catching the teen off guard.
Harry screamed, and he writhed on the dusty ground. The pain! It burned! It swept through him like burning coals through his veins and knives piercing ruthlessly at his flesh. It was pure hell. But it only lasted a short few seconds that felt an eternity.
He was released from the spell, and he lie in a heap on the ground, panting heavily while staring up at the ceiling, hardly hearing the words his wyvern hissed to him.
"Will you now take the mark?" Voldemort question in a soft voice as he looked down at the trembling young teen,
"No." Harry whispered quietly, green eyes filled with determination as his breathing slowly returned to normal.
"Why do you wish to defy me, son of my greatest warrior?" The Dark Lord asked in curiosity as he returned to his throne and gracefully sat down.
"You destroyed my life." Harry answered in all seriousness as he pushed himself to his feet, his body trembling slightly due to his abused nerves. "I am… what you made me to be."
Voldemort frowned as he tapped his fingers against his armrest. "How did I destroy your life? How did I make you that which you are?" The seemingly immortal man questioned in a thoughtful manner.
"You stole the man who is my father. You needlessly murdered my mother. Because of you I was raised by muggles that thought me to be less than a common House elf. You are the reason I suffered through so much." Harry said darkly, his green eyes sharp with hate.
The Dark Lord chuckled. "The darkness inside of you is endearing. It thrills me so." He admitted as he licked his white lips. "So why does one born and raised in darkness hate the master of the blackest shadow?"
"You are no master. The Dark knows no ruler. She can not be tamed." Harry said with a confident smirk as the man before him slammed his fist down upon his throne.
"He's right you know." A voice from the shadows said conversationally, as Harris and Cyrus Potter emerged from beneath twin invisibility cloaks.
"You can't tame the Darkness, after all She is a she, and we men know that all women are fickle creatures." Cyrus said with a polite nod to Harry while his twin flipped off the Dark Lord.
"Sorry to crash this party, but our dear Slytherins are worried about their newest snake, and we, the foolishly brave Gryffindors that we are, have come to find the lost hatchling and return him to his nest." Harris explained as he and his brother drew their wands at the same time that Voldemort stood with his wand in hand, and as Sirius stepped forward wand trained at them.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort hissed as he launched the green light at the nearest of the twins, only to have his own throne summoned before the light. It was blasted into thousands of pieces, flying each and every way.
"Not the greatest of hosts now are you?" Cyrus admonished with a sigh as he and his twin began the dance of spells.
Colors and voices clouded the chamber, great lights and explosions following at each turn, as Harry, Harris and Cyrus began casting spells together, working like a team well practiced. The Dark Lord and Sirius fought back, smirking as more and more Death Eaters trickled in, to completely surround their prey.
"Just surrender. Give up!" Voldemort cackled above the battle. "Join me Archaeous and I will forget your impudence!" The snake-man offered with a tone of superiority.
"I wouldn't join you even if you could offer me the universe on a silver platter!" Harry snipped back as he launched a cheering charm at a random Death Eater, completely incapacitating him.
"Insolent whelp!" Voldemort shrieked, casting the green light at the dark haired teen, only to have him vanish. But his spell continued forward, striking Sirius Black in the face, killing him instantly.
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