Disclaimer: I have never owned Harry Potter nor will I ever.
AN: Thank you for the reviews. I will try to neaten up my writing. Also, Dumbles will be manipulative in this fic. I also got a few ideas on different types of magic from Raven Dragonclaw.
Last Time:
"As you can see, we have a late starter. His name is Mortuus Vita, & he will be starting with the sixth years. He will also be sorted first,"
Mortuus walked up to the stool, sat down, & placed the hat on his head.
Well, well. This is interesting. I have never heard of a half-dementor before. Although, should I sort you by your heritage?
Please don't. I don't belong in Slytherin. Please sort me be my mind, not body.
Very well. You have plenty of courage, use dark magic for good, very intelligent, very accepting. You would do well in any house except Slytherin. This is even more difficult than Potter was. I know, GRYFFINDOR!
Now:
Mortuus walked over to the very loudly clapping Gryffindor table and sat down across from Harry. The sorting continued with Gryffindor getting 14 first years, Slytherin getting 15, Ravenclaw getting 10, and Hufflepuff getting 11.
Dumbledore then stood up, "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts. Now I have a few announcements to make. First, The Forbidden Forest is just as its name suggests. Second, due to Voldemort's return, the Ministry has found it fit to place the Dementors around Hogwarts again. So please, do not aggravate them. Third, dig in."
The tables then filled with food. Mortuus was looking around in shock. He picked up a leg of chicken, tried it, smiled, and then started to pile food on his plate faster than even Ron!
When he noticed everyone's shocked faces, he swallowed and said, "I grew up with slop for food. This is the first time I've had food that was actually substantial. Also tastes a hell of a lot better."
With that, everyone got back to the feast, not wanting to know where he grew up.
Mortuus felt a mental probe trying to enter his mind. Snarling, he created a dementor effect in his mind. Looking up at the Head Table, he saw Dumbledore pale and shaking. He smirked as Dumbledore looked at him.
"So Mortuus, what did you do at your home to keep busy?" Hermione asked.
"Well I liked to read; in fact I think I'm actually up to sixth year in some subjects. I wasn't able to practice Wizarding spells until I was eight and I got a wand." Was Mortuus' answer.
"What do you mean by 'Wizarding magic,' that's the only one isn't it?" Ron asked.
"Oh so House Elves and Goblins use Wizarding magic? There are actually several kinds of magic. The kind I used on the guy almost as pale as me is called spirit magic. I'm also a fire Elemental, and can use Chaos, and Dark magic."
"What? The magic Death Eaters use?"
"No that still falls under Wizarding magic. By Dark I mean like manipulating shadows, traveling through darkness, necromancy, things like that."
"Necromancy? What's that?" Harry asked.
"Magic that manipulates the dead."
Before anyone could say more Dumbledore stood up.
"Now that we are fed and watered, would the prefect lead the first years to the dormitories."
Later
"Hey Mortuus, how did you get a wand when you were eight? I thought you had said that this is the first time you've left Azkaban?" Harry asked in the Common Room.
"I made it. I salvaged pieces of wood to make the frame and got permission to use Dementor parts for the core." He then pulled out his wand that was slightly shaped like a gun. It was pitch black and have a chilling aura about it.
"What are its parts?"
"Death Wood with Dementor bone soaked in Half-Dementor blood."
Harry looked up at Mortuus as he said Half-Dementor blood.
Mortuus just nodded. He then said that he was going to bed and walked up to the boy dorms.
