Chapter 2- Remembering

Hunter sat alone in his room thinking about what was yet to come out of this year. Vincemort will be coming at him with everything he has, there is little to stop him since Darcodorf reverted to his true dragon from. Not to mention the once horrible monster of Griffengree…. Known as Kane, was no longer there to keep an eye out on him. "He was a freaky red bastard… yet he did help me… sort of," Hunter muttered to himself as he looked over his trunk time and time again.

He kept packing and repacking everything, as if something was missing from his collection. He kept all of his belongings in the trunk and out of Kurtley's hands… speak of the devil, he just heard him walk by his door and placed something near. "The bastard is trying to rig my door again" Hunter sighed as he flung it open.

He was rather shocked though, there wasn't anything there to try and trick him. Instead there was a cold bottle of water lying against the wall for Hunter. "Well I'll be damned," he whispered.

A close examination of it determined that the bottle wasn't tampered with. God know how many times the twins Jason and Adam (aka Christian and Edge) slipped laxatives into the drinks of those unsuspecting. Hunter took the drink in as he kept looking over his books; Helmsley stared on with great interest wondering what his master was doing. "You think I am going nuts huh? Well… I think I am too. Look, I hardly have anything and yet I feel there is something missing out of Mount Crapmore. What do you think?"

Helmsley of course never said a word. He kept looking about the room and even dug up some old books Hunter hid under the bed.

As time passed, he felt he wasn't ready. The great Hunter Potter, not even a graduate from Ringwarts School was to take on the 'Dark Lord' that is Vincemort. He didn't know of any healing spells for himself let alone the trick spell to make everything put itself away and saves time on cleaning the room.

Desperate for a distraction, he read the latest paper the Newt Eyes; all spoke of the 'passing' of Darcodorf and how so many people spoke fondly of him. Yet the stories were strange and odd. "He lost his family in a terrible fire." One story writes.

"It was him left alone to raise his young brother, although there were many fears that he too perished in the horrible accident. Darcodorf rose to the occasion to help his disfigured sibling find his way…"

"What a bunch of crap" Hunter growled as he threw the paper off to the side. Helmsley even snorted to the news as he looked over the paper. "It's a good thing we know Darcodorf well or else we would be believing anything anyone writes! Besides, you and I both know he has more the one odd sibling right?" he smirked.

Once again, no reaction from his dragon, Hunter wished Chris were here; at least he would get some sort of reaction from his best friend, or even Stephoine. Even if the joke wasn't very funny.

He continued to pack, and stored through his books to see what would be of use, as well as his potion set. He still had lucky potion left; yet it was down to a few drops. Chris must have borrowed some at one point or another. He picked up bits of newspaper from the ground and kept reading a paragraph or two, the history of Darcodorf made no sense whatsoever to Hunter. Especially his crowning achievements claiming he has developed uses for parts of dragons. "What did he do, test it on his little brothers? I doubt it. With the way Kane turned out, who's to say what the others came to be!" Hunter growled as he tossed the paper onto his bed.

The last paper he came across was one he dreaded. It was a snippet of an upcoming book… written by Snitsky! "I thought that guy vanished?" Hunter whispered as he decided to sit down and read what Snitsky dug up. He recalled Kane mentioning that the nosey reporter saw his dragon eyes. Yet he recalled by the end of the school year… he went missing mysteriously, and recalled the ad in the paper about the lost reporter.

"I Snitsky have learned the truth behind Darcodorf's lost past, he has keep secret from the world of his true origins. The truth about Darcodorf is…" Hunter was worried if Snitsky spilled the beans on this, he tried to find the continuation to the page, at the bottom of the paragraph it read. "Continue after the comics"

"Of course, no one reads anything past the comics!" Hunter muttered as he searched the room for the paper. He looked about only to come to Helmsley's litter box, the comics were right beside it. He pulled the paper up and brushed any of the gravel litter from it, turning past the comics Hunter continued to read feverishly.

"Darcodorf was the one who set the fire that killed his parents, he claimed it was an accident. However truth be told differently. His parents were a powerful sorcerer and sorcereress who worked as at a funeral home. Due to a mishap between Mugglejabronie trick or treaters, Taker Darcodorf did the unthinkable and set the house ablaze that forever would change his life. The fire killed both parents, and yet spared his younger brother who became disfigured from the flame. Taker Darcodorf went into isolating for many years before returning a man, and attended his first year at Ringwarts"

Hunter had to stop reading. "What a storyline huh Helmsley? Helmsley?" Hunter's trusty dragon was asleep, sprawled out on his bed. "Should have known" he sighed as Hunter crumpled up the paper. As good of a story that was… Hunter couldn't help to think how much of it was true. Kane did wear a mask for a while, claiming it was to help control his dragon powers… yet how could a simple thing do such a great job? Why a mask?

How come Darcodorf never talked of his family? Let alone reveal to everyone Kane was his brother, the resemblance was uncanny, how could anyone not know? There soon came to be another piece of paper, one just nearly tucked under his bed. Pulling it out, Hunter read it.

"The unhealthy relationship between Hunter and Darcodorf would forever prove to be so. Hunter Potter, the man who survived Vincemort was instantly taken under wing of the great sorcerer that is Darcodorf. Yet why of all people? I assure you Hunter Potter is something, but why place such a burden on him? Why did Darcodorf take a shine to the young sorcerer?"

"Shine? You call sticking my head in a vat of memory spit a shinning to! They haven't even seen the bruises he gave me. What the hell are you smoking?"

Reluctantly he kept on reading, it made him sick when Snitsky said he was a close friend with Potter. Upon seeing his new image, Hunter shuttered. "Friends? I wouldn't even let you drag me into a broom closet looking like that… come to think of it, I will never let a dude drag me into a broom closet again!" Hunter growled lowly once more. He threw the paper away, sick of reading it and figured he had much more important work to do, like packing. This was going to be a hell of a year… Hunter just emphasized in his mind the word Hell.