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Chapter 2:
By: TheLovelessRose.
Story Rating: M.
Chapter Rating: T.
Summary: When Harry decided to search for the truth, he was sent to Azkaban for his snooping. Now in there for two years he has changed, and when he is finally free he will turn magical Britain upside down.
Warnings: Dark themes/ Mentions of sexual activities (insinuations) both het. and slash / Dark! Harry/ Slightly insane! Harry/ Manipulative! Albus/ Bashing of Albus, Weasleys (except for Fred and George and maybe Bill), and Hermione/ STRONG! Harry/ Seer! Harry (with limits.)/ Harry goes to a new school./
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Last Time:
Sighing (though it sounded more like a hiss) he left Lucius' mind and ignored the panting man on the floor in front of him. He had a lot to think about.
And with that thought, he raised off of his throne and swept out of the meeting room, his wizard robes billowing around him dangerously.
Snape would be most jealous.
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.:::Cold Hearted:::.
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And he's been only only
playing undercover all the while
(One one smooth smooth sharp sharp tongue tongue)
Take a take another 'nother look into his eyes
(He he just just talks)
And you will on-ly see a rep-tile
You could find somebody better girl
He could only make you cry
You deserve somebody better girl
He's c-cold as ice
He's a cold-hearted snake
Look into his eyes
Oh ohhhh
He's been tellin' lies
He's a lover boy at play
He don't play by rules
Oh oh oh
Girl don't play the fool
-no…
-Cold Hearted, Paula Abdul.
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A faint creak echoed.
Glowing emerald eyes opened swiftly and scanned his surroundings in an almost lazy fashion. Blinking lightly, the shadowed teen watched as a scream ripped through the silence. A light flickered toward the end of the large hall, only to shut off bringing darkness once again.
Another scream; another flicker.
He raised his head a bit from its bent position, ignoring the pop of his neck and the cling of his chains that bound his wrists against the wall. The screams continued, when one left another joined in, the sound growing louder as it seemed to travel the length of the hall until it came dangerously close to his own holding cell.
A loud scream ripped at the darkness of the hall, and he noticed with dull emotion that it was the man occupying the cell next to his own. His eyes stared straight ahead, watching as a slow glow seemed to manifest itself in front of his own cell, only to pause at the bars in its way. Simply walking through, the ghostly figure settled in front of the kneeling teen, legs nonresistant, face shadowed by the tattered robe it wore. The ghostly figure seemed to be watching him, its head seemingly tilted to the side a bit, the robes swaying lightly with the movement. The silence around them continued, neither moving as they both continued to stare.
The ghost like figure let a low, raspy chuckle loose, causing the teens eyes to glow eerily.
"Do you bow before me?" the raspy voice questioned, its voice a monotone. It gave nothing away, no emotion, nor a hint of a gender it could possibly belong to. The teen seemed unaffected by its cold voice, ignoring the shivering bodies of those in cells around them. His eyes flashed as he raised his head a bit more.
Suddenly a light breeze flooded into the cell, the breeze uncontrolled until it seemed to wrap around the teen. In an almost playful manner it tugged on his long hair, making it float and sway around his face. Slowly, he rose, and as he did the wind blew a bit stronger until the chains simply vanquished their hold on him, his pale arms as perfect as always, not a mark on them.
The teen's eyes flashed.
"Never." He said, his voice as cold as ice, but as smooth as silk. The ghostly figure seemed to almost shiver at the sound. A pale, long fingered hand escaped from the tattered robe, rising lightly to grasp at the hood. It pulled lightly, allowing its pale face to be viewed.
As it dropped the teen smiled, his face shadowed.
"To what do I owe the pleasure, Lord Rai Dementor?"
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Livid red eyes pierced the face of every bowing figure, reducing them to nothing but shivering, fearful children.
The man ignored their pitiful-ness, much too angry at the news a shuddering Lucius had just reluctantly given to him.
The man snarled in anger, ignoring the whimpers around him as he turned on his heal and left the meeting area, his strides long and quick with purpose. As he walked down the hall his eyes took in double doors before him, and without a second of thought he pushed them open with a bang, swiftly walking to the middle of the room. His glowing red eyes stared at the large circle in the middle of the room before walking into it, settling in the middle.
With a final growl of anger, he simply disappeared with a crack. The sound echoed off the walls of the darken room, making the manor silent with unease as the Dark Lord left.
The ones left behind simply stayed where they were, frozen.
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The Dark Lord appeared in front of bars, a sneer still twisting his lips. He walked in front of the bars before pulling his wand in a fast movement, waving it with a jerky movement. The bars seemed to disappear. He clenched it in his hold before walking forward, eyeing the shadowed cell with cautious eyes, slowly murmuring a word and watching as the tip of his wand glowed lightly.
"Shadow." He called simply, his voice monotone.
There was a breathy chuckle that made him spin to look at the wall to his left, watching with guarded eyes as a teen seemingly walked out of a shadow. His crimson eyes racked the form before him, the sneer slowly leaving his face as he observed.
The teen was pale, his skin glowing in the light that shone form his wand. His long, onyx hair flowed down his back, shorter pieces framing his equally pale face. Emerald eyes, with specs of purple seemed to glow in his face, black shadows below insinuating that the teen did not sleep, and if he did, it was very little. A long tattered black shirt covered his thin frame, the fabric brushing against the top of his knees as he walked to him. A pale hand lifted and absently brushed a piece of hair back as emerald eyes watched him, just as he was watching him.
"Shadow," he repeated, stepping forward. The teen's lips twisted into a small smirk as he stopped in front of him, his head tilted a bit up to look as his face.
"Power." He greeted, smirk still in place. The teen waved a hand lazily, his eyes never leaving his own.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"The Dementors."
"Ahh. I see…" he said simply, his glowing eyes searching crimson before suddenly shimmering in amusement. Voldemort's lips lifted in a sneer, anger in his eyes. He braced his hands on either side of the younger, shoving him into the old brick wall behind him.
"So it was you! What have you told them?" he said, his voice cold. The teen simply looked at him, his amusement still present though dimming with Power's disrespect.
"I do not control such beings."
"No, but I am suppose to! And you have daily contact with such beings. Explain!" Emerald eyes hardened.
"I owe you nothing." He hissed softly, and Voldemort dropped his hold on him, watching him with hidden wariness. The teen glared.
"I have given you many warnings and pieces of advice, yet you heed only some. It is your own undoing and I shall not have you taking your frustrations out on me! Understood?" he asked voice hard. Voldemort watched him for a moment, before nodding jerkily. The teen eyed him before smiling slightly and leaning leisurely against the wall.
"Do you know why dementors came to be, or rather, how?" he asked. Voldemort looked at him oddly.
"No."
"Yes, I had guessed as much, for if you did you would not be here in front of me." He gave the teen a searching look.
"You make it sound as if there is someone else? Perhaps someone that controls them?" 'Shadow' gave him an amused smirk.
"There is always someone or something that controls a rather large group such as this one."
"Oh? What group do you belong to? Who is your Lord?" He got a smirk in response.
"You are getting off subject." 'Shadow' said, but his eyes shone in amusement at the question. He, as well as Voldemort knew that no one ruled him. No one could. But the question wasn't asking that. Shadow's grin widened. Ah. So the wizard had finally realized his place in the war, perhaps?
Voldemort smirked tightly.
"That I am. Go on."
"Yes, well the dementors were once wizards and witches as well- or rather still are… somewhat." Seeing Power's incredulous look he chuckled a bit, the raspy sound sending an unnoticeable shiver down Power's back.
"The dementors came to be simply because their individual powers grew to be too much- too intense- too powerful for them. And in order to stay alive their bodies simply adjusted accordingly. The dementors were once empaths. They sensed emotions on a deeper level than normal wizards could. Because of this, they grew increasingly interested in their powers. Only a few hundred bare this special trait after-all." He paused, tilting to his head to the side for a moment, lips twitching in amusement. For what reason- Voldemort did not know.
" But they weren't the only ones interested in their abilities. As soon as the English Wizard government got word of this they immediately rounded up some test subjects. They wanted to test the boundaries of their powers. What if they could intensify someone's feelings? What if they could control someone's feelings? What if they could take them? And after many tries, and many experiments, they decided that the only way to intensify the results was by making the wizard or witch itself loose emotions." He said simply, absently running his hands through his hair. Voldemort simply processed the information, nodding after a moment.
"I see. But what does that have to do with controlling them?" Shadow's mouth split into an eerie grin.
"The government thought that they had rid their test subjects of all emotions other than hate and despair. They were wrong. It is impossible to do so, for each was human, no matter how their appearance had changed. The now named dementors knew all too well what the government was planning to do. The corrupt government wanted to use their powers for their own use, killing and spreading despair to those they deemed worthy of the treatment. But they also didn't know how to fight back, so of course they made a leader. The first dementor, himself. Their Lord." He finished, slowly walking over to back wall and kneeling, closing his eyes as chains seemed to grow from the wall and wrap around his wrists and ankles.
All was silent for a moment before Voldemort sighed softly, running a pale scaly hand down his distorted face.
"Why? Why do you help me?" He sounded so weak, so pathetic that Harry couldn't find it in himself to ignore the question. He opened his eyes slowly to stare at Power, or Voldemort whichever he preferred at that moment- in this case Power.
Swirling green and purple eyes pierced through crimson red.
"I do because it is needed. You are needed." He said simply, closing his eyes once more. The air turned cold and Voldemort sighed again, his breathe visible. He turned and walked toward the bars before stopping right before them, turning a bit to stare at the dangerous, but beautiful man chained to the wall opposite to him.
"Thank you…" He whispered, before disappearing with a light crack. Glowing eyes blinked and a raspy laugh ripped through the air. Harry laughed until he coughed, a grin cutting his face, eyes glowing.
"Don't thank me yet, Power. I doubt you will when everything is over…."
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"I'm not quite sure I understand what you're saying…" a wary voice intoned slowly, brown eyes staring at twinkling blue. The older man's lips lifted into a gentle smile, eyes twinkling though sad, and wrinkles pulling at his face.
"I know it's hard to understand Minister, but do try to understand." The old man started, eye twitching just barely in hidden annoyance. Merlin, how stupid could one wizard be?
"He must be brought out. People are beginning to question your judgment over his imprisonment. There was no trial, nor any official story that was published. Their beginning to wonder about your decisions." The old man said solemnly, though inside he was smirking.
Of course no one was talking. Everyone believed him one hundred percent. People were much too easy to manipulate these days. And the minister was just another someone to put on his chess board. He needed the boy out now. He should be very damaged by now, and hopefully rid of those annoying emotions he had before he went. He probably forgot about himself and Sirius all together, which would wonderful. He would have to start all over again, but it was worth it. The Potter boy was much too valuable a pawn to dispose of yet.
"But why? Weren't you the one who said-?"
"Yes, I did Minister, and I know my information was correct. I didn't want you to be stolen from, after all no one's above the law except the one who controls it, isn't that right?" he watched with a hidden sneer as the man seemed to puff up a bit, trying to show his importance.
The idiot.
"I didn't want the people to second guess your decisions. I would be devastated if you weren't elected once again. Minister Fudge." He watched with a hidden grin as the man immediately agreed and started to ask for the papers and guards to escort them.
Simple. All he needed to do was mention the reelection and he had the man in his pocket. How sad, yet wonderful at the same time.
At least, for Albus Dumbledore it was.
But then again, he had no idea what was to wait him in the darkest prison cell he had left his Golden Boy.
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A/N: YAY! Another done.
Next Chapter: Harry is let out of prison, but he has become someone even Albus never anticipated. Refusing to be his Golden Boy once more, as well as refusing Hogwarts, Harry's secret plans begins to unravel, and he is accepted to a school defiantly not approved of by Albus. But why would Harry listen to him anyway? Starting a life all over again is not going to be easy, and starting a school life may even be harder. After-all, what can the only human at a school of magical creatures do in such a situation? Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, oh my.
Chapter 3: Harry definitely surprises the rest of students with his non human like attitude, as well as his power. But will that really help him get on anyone's good side? Who will be made allies, and who will become enemies? This school is definitely not normal, and just as Hogwarts has its secrets, it seems as if this one does as well. Surviving school had never been so hard.
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