Chapter 1 ~ Learning of Hogwarts and the Encounter
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Disclaimer: HP does not belong to me sadly.
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Harry Potter had been cleaning the house all day. He was only seven, and the Dursleys expected him to do all this work. He had been cooking for them since age five, and had just recently begun to clean the house and the gardens as well. When he didn't do something fast enough they locked him in the cupboard under the stairs. It served as a room of sorts for the small boy; it was his only respite from the shouting and physical abuse …
Yes, they beat him and forced him to do crazy things. Who in their right mind has a child cook over a grill? He had numerous burn scars from incidents with the large metal cooking tool. He also had scars from working with knives and weeding the garden. On top of that, they beat him at least once a day, no matter how well he did. Would this ever end?
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Nearly four years later …
Harry awoke to screaming from the kitchen. Taking one look at his appearance through the meager light of the grating in his 'bedroonm' door, he almost threw up. He really needed a shower, but they wouldn't let him take one. He had to stay like this until he couldn't move, then they would drag him upstairs and toss him into the shower. At which point, he would barely be able to clean himself, from exhaustion and lack of nourishment. Damn them …
He got up and brushed the spiders off of himself. He pushed at the door and found it locked. He closed his eyes and began to slowly 'fix' some of his injuries. After doing so, he opened the door with sheer will. It creaked slightly, but he was able to slip out.
This 'fixing' had started a few years ago. After Vernon had done a number on him for not cutting the roses properly he had been tossed into the cupboard, bruised and bloody. He was sure that a few bones were broken, and that most of his limbs wouldn't work properly after that. Then the light came and 'fixed' him. It had come from inside him he realized later.
Sighing he made his way to the kitchen and began making breakfast. After some shouting, he managed to cook the food to an adequate level. No matter how well he did, they were never satisfied. They would never appreciate him for who he was, no matter what he tried. Was this acceptance, this acknowledgement, what he really wanted?
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Arekusu stood in front of Olivander's wand shop. He had gotten his Hogwarts letter about a week ago. The goblin had found him a room at a hotel near the Leaky Cauldron. He had been staying there, helping out in the kitchen every now and then to pay back the innkeeper. This was the last stop on his shopping trip, for his school supplies.
It was a relief to know that he had somewhere to go now. Maybe he could find out more about why his identity was fucked up at this 'hogwarts.' He sighed, ran a hand through hiss knee length obsidian hair, and entered the shop. Hopefully the wands wouldn't reject him here. He had been practicing 'dark' wandless magic, and there was a chance that the wands would reject him.
How he was able to do wandless magic was beyond him. From what he had read about it, this type of magic was something most adult wizards had trouble with. It was also a wonder how the ministry hadn't discovered his 'practice' either. He wasn't from England, this might have something to do with it. From what he had deduced before teleporting to Diagon Alley, he was somewhere near Japan. That's where he came from, presumably.
"You are here to acquire a wand I assume Mr. Kurokane?" a man asked. Arekusu turned at the voice, not having heard the man coming.
"yes."
"Let us see then, … here we are …" the man said as he held out a box for the boy. After opening it, angry sparks flew out of the wand.
"Not that one," the man said.
"Mr. Olivander, which one do you think will fit me?"
"I am not sure young one, the wand chooses the wizard." The man replied as he handed over another box. Taking it, Arekusu felt a cold piece of wood in the box.
"Not this one," he said, shaking his head.
After going through half the wands in the store Olivander said,
"There is one other, but it is very unlikely …"
"What do you mean sir?" Arekusu asked.
"It came from another wand maker. When his life was taken, he left me his wands. I am afraid I only have one of them left …"
"And?"
"It is very temperamental. I have never seen anyone have the power or discipline to weild it."
Arekusua was getting annoyed by the lack of response.
"I guess …" he finally said. Olivander snapped his fingers and left the main area of the shop. He came back a few minutes later and gave Arekusu a box.
"This is the wand I mentioned, hopefully it is your match."
"Let us hope so." The boy said as he opened the box.
Unlike the other times, there was no shower of sparks or flash of red light, signaling the rejection of the wizard. This time, he felt warmth and a strong connection to the wand he caressed. He picked it up and gave it a quick wave. Black sparks flew out of the wand, creating a physical representation of how he felt. A frustrated black wolf appeared and sat at his feet. He knelt down and stroked the animal's head.
"This is incredible! You are the first one to not hurt themselves while trying to weild that wand." The old man said.
"Really?" asked Arekusu.
"Thirteen and ¾ inches … Hinoki Cypress ... unknown wand core … Yes, this wand is yours." The wandmaker said.
"How much is it?" asked the boy as he picked up the wolf. It was just a pup, so he could hold it easily in his hands.
"I will not require any payment from you; that wand is priceless." The owner of the wand shop said. Arekusu nodded, as the wolf dissolved into nothingness.
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Harry was startled out of his dreams by knocking on the front door. He had been getting letters for two weeks now, but his uncle refused to let him read them. He quickly tried to clean himself up, and unlocked his door. He brushed spiders off of his overly large clothes, smoothed out his hair, and did the best he could to look presentable. Hopefully, he had done well enough of a job.
He crept into the living room quietly, not wanting to wake or disturb the Dursleys. His actions were not needed, they had gone out for the day. Thankful for this absence, he opened the door. Staring back at him was a man in black clothing. What was that? A bath robe he was wearing?
"I am looking for Harry Potter." The man said in a cold voice.
"I am Harry," the boy said.
"I am supposed to take you to get your school supplies." The man said.
"School supplies? What are you talking about?" Harry asked. The man sighed heavily and pushed past him into the house.
He scowled at the sight of the interior, choosing to stand.
"You haven't seen your Hogwarts letter?" the man asked.
"No. Hogwarts? What's that?"
"I shall show you." The man said. How could the savior of the wizarding world not know what Hogwarts was? The boy was obviously playing around.
The man pulled something out of his robes and handed it to Harry.
"Read this," the man sneered. Harry glared at him and opened the letter. He was surprised to see an invitation to a school called 'hogwarts.' In order for this to be true he would have to be what was called a 'wizard.' As far as he knew, he was just a worthless boy. This didn't make any sense …
"This can't be." He said.
"What are you talking about boy savior?"
"Huh? I am not a wizard, so I can't go to Hogwarts. Boy Savior?"
Snape sighed and ran a hand through his greasy hair.
"You are a wizard Harry Potter." He said. The boy glared at him, not believing what he'd just said.
"I am not. There is no way."
"yes you are. Tell me Potter, have you ever had anything weird happen to you?"
"I … How do you classify weird?"
"Ugh! Have you ever done anything that 'muggles' or non-magical people say is weird?"
"Oh that." Harry said as he carded a hand through his slightly messy shoulder lenth black hair.
"When I was five my uncle got mad at me for not cooking breakfast properly. He cut all my hair off, and it grew back the next day."
"That's what we call 'accidental magic.' Has there been anything else?"
"When I'm angry, glass shatters and things break."
"That is rather common for a wizard your age."
"I still don't get it. How can I be a wizard?"
"your parents were wizards, therefore, you are also a wizard." The man said.
"… so … This 'hogwarts' is a school for wizards? I haven't grown up around wizards, will they even let me attend?"
"yes. There are some wizards who come from 'muggle' families. They are allowed to attend Hogwarts."
"Alright, so where do we start?" asked the boy.
Harry walked next to the man, who had introduced himself as Severus Snape. They were in an area called Diagon Alley where, Snape had said, he could buy his school supplies. Harry couldn't stop looking at everything. This place was just so foreign … so fascinating …
In the book store Flourish and Blotts, Harry bought a lot of books. Snape sneered when he saw some of the books Harry had chosen. Among the school text books were a few 'dark' spell books. He may have been sneering on the outside, but on the inside he was smirking. Harry Potter wasn't going to remain a neutral wizard for long. When he did turn dark Snape wanted to be there.
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After getting his wand Arekusu felt something pulling him. Curious he followed the feeling. It led him into another alley, where he heard whispering.
"This place is known for dark wizards … beware … Nocturn Alley …"
He had learned to sense people shortly after his 'identity' test. It wouldn't do to have someone sneak up on him. Olivander was the only exception.
Sensing no one he kept walking. He stopped at a wall and followed it to a door.
"Welcome to my shop. Are you here to find a familiar?" a person asked. Shrugging Arekusu nodded.
"We have a large variety of creatures here. Most of them are considered 'dark' of course. Look around and tell me if any of them strike your interest." The person continued.
He started to peruse the shelves. Cages, aquariums, and boxes littered the floor and the shelves. After about ten minutes of this he felt something. It was the same thing that had drawn him here …
He stopped, and felt along the shelf he stood in front of. He could feel an aquarium there, with some sort of animal in it. Putting the location to memory, he went back to the front of the stor.
"You found something?" asked the owner. This time, he could tell it was a woman.
"Yes,"
"Let's see then. Show me." Said the lady.
He led her to the aquarium and she sighed.
"there's no way. No one has ever tamed 'him.'"
"I feel a connection to this one." Arekusu told her.
"Alright, but don't sue me and bring me to court cause you got killed or nearly so. This snake is known for his violence and craziness."
"I'll keep that in mind." The boy said.
Chuckling the woman said,
"I like your style boy. Where you from anyway?"
"Japan."
"Interesting … Are you sure you want this snake? Kraits are really poisonous."
"Yes," Arekusu told her. He was beginning to get irritated by the woman.
"Alright then," she said as she picked something up.
"Just let me put him into this basket for you." She said. He could hear a rustling sound as the snake slithered into the basket. Then a shriek could be heard as the woman dropped the basket. The snake had its fangs sunk into her wrist, making her keep screaming.
/Tell her to shut up …/ muttered the snake as he retracted his fangs. Perking up Arekusu nodded./I can do that./ he said.
/You are a speaker?/
/A what?/
/I can understand yu, and you can understand me./
/Right, sorry. I am kind of new to this wizard thing./
/New? You are new to this and you can speak Parseltongue?/
/I am afraid I don't know what you're talking about./ replied Arekusu.
/You can speak to snakes. How long have you known you were a wizard?/
/I am not sure. I can't remember … I also don't know much about myself./
/Really? What is your name then child of 'magic?'/
/Arekusandaa./
/Is that Japanese or Chinese?/
/Japanese why?/
/I have a little knowledge of the Asian languages. I wasn't sure which one though./
/Alright./
/My name is Najar. Remember it Arekusu./
/yes, I will./
/Let's leave this place. I tire of being stared at every time 'humans' enter this shop./
/I will make sure that they don't stare at you anymore./ said Arekusu.
/You better hold to that elfling./
During this conversation the shopkeeper had been staring at the boy in bewilderment.
"Are you alright? I mean you're not taking any halucinagenic potions on a regular basis are you?" she asked.
"No. I. am. Not. What is the problem?" he asked.
"Talking to snakes or Parseltongue … it's not something most of us can do." The woman said.
"So. I'm a dark wizard in training. What's the point." He said sarcastically.
She glared at him [which he ignored] and then smirked.
"If you're sure. I will love seeing the day when I find your dead body on this street." She said. Arekusu glared at her, making sure she got the message before stopping.
"I assure you, madam, it will be you dead first."
"Yu a pure blood kid?"
"Why does that matter?" he asked.
She sneered and said,
"I detest half bloods and muggle-borns. I think I should tell you the other name for them. You are young, but you will discover the way the world works. Mudbloods!"
"Mudblood … I am not sure if that is what I should be called …"
"If you don't know simple things you must be a mudblood. Leave that snake here. I will not sell to mudbloods!" the woman exclaimed.
Arekusu's eyes flashed and the room began to heat up.
"I would advise you hold your tongue." He said, forming a ball of fire in his hand.
"What are you going to do? You're obviously an underaged wizard. The ministry will find you the minute you try to hurt me. That is if you can."
"I assure you that won't be a problem." Said the Japanese boy. The woman's eyes widened slightly but she made no other reaction.
"This is my shop. I say what goes around here. Put the snake down and leave."
"Why don't you let Najar decide that." Arekusu hissed.
"Najar? Now you think you can defile the house of Slytherin with your lies! You cannot talk to him!"
"Yes I can." Said the boy.
/he can speak to me. You shall die if you don't let me leave this dastardly shop now insulant woman!/ said the krait. He was definitely getting angry now.
"You are just imagining the whole thing. Only the dark Lord Voldemort can speak to snakes! That and his founder of house Salizar Slytherin." The woman said. Chuckling Arekusu smirked at her.
"What's with you anyway? I tell you you're lying and you just smirk at me. I, Galerian Black, the sister to Bellatrix Black and Narcissa Black won't be trounced by some mudblood trash! Stup-"
A black shield appeared around Arekusandaa. He didn't know how he knew to erect it or even how he could in the first place. This was supposed to be the shield charm, which he shouldn't be able to do yet.
"What the fu-"
/Shut her up. I tire of this. We are leaving./ Najar said. Arekusu quickly silenced her, let Najar slither around his left arm, and left the shop. He made sure to use a locking spell on the door. He vaguely wondered how he knew the spell, but decided to get out of this strange place. If he was seen here, the innkeeper would freak.
While being a nice person the innkeeper was what most wizards called 'light.' Because of this, he freaked out every time Arekusu did magic. Arekusandaa's magic was dark-based so he had a hard time doing 'normal' magic. The innkeeper insisted he only do 'normal' magic if he was going to do magic at all. Being untrained, sometimes accidental magic came from the young boy.
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It was at the wand shop that Snape took the boy-who-lived to last. He nodded and ushered the boy to go in alone.
"Ah! Mr. Potter, I wondered when you would come here." A man in the corner said. He was short, [only two inches taller than Harry's 5'0] light skinned, and had long white hair that frizzed around his shoulders. Harry blinked, not expecting to find someone looking like that in this shop.
"Hello, I would like a wand." Harry said as he leaned against a counter.
"That is what I knew. Come here boy." The man said as he brought out a tape measurer. Harry eyed it suspiciously and then walked over. After being 'examined' Olivander pointed to a box and it floated over.
"Try this one first Mr. Potter."
Harry took the wand and waved it. A glass shattered nearby.
"No not that one," said Olivander. He handed the young wizard another box. Harry flicked the wand, seeing red darts fly out of it.
"Not that one either." Said the man as he threw a box in Harry's direction. The green eyed wizard caught the box, opening it carefully.
As he touched the wand the counter behind him exploded. Boxes and glass items were thrown into the air. Harry ducked, barely avoiding being hit in the head by a glass box.
"No, No, definitely not." Olivander said as he waved his wand to clear the debris. He got up, covered in smoke, and smiled at Harry.
"… curious …"
"What's curious?" asked the boy.
"The wand I just picked up … try it …"
Harry picked up the wand and immediately it warmed in his hands.
"That's the one Mr. Potter." Said Olivander, clearing away some items, and fixing others. He nodded and Harry came over to the now fixed counter.
"That wand's core has only had one other. The phoenix who's feather was used in that wand only gave one other. A dark wizard indeed holds the other …"
"A dark wizard?" Harry asked. He plastered a smile on his face to hide the smirk he wanted to show.
"… the wizard is dark, but great …"
"Okay …" Harry said, stepping back a few steps.
"That will be seven galleons Mr. potter." Said Olivander. Harry fished out the galleons and placed them on the counter. He took the wand and left the shop.
Dark wizard … wonder which one …
Snape glared at him when he came out.
"What took you so long potter?" he asked.
"Olivander's wands didn't fit me that well. It took a while to find one that did." Said Harry.
"yu are hopeless Potter …" said the man. Harry glared at him and begun to walk again.
Dark wizard … Why are people staring at me?
He turned his head to glare coldly at one of the 'staring' people. What was so special about him? Maybe Snape would know.
"Snape?"
"yes Potter?"
"Why are people staring at me?" asked Harry. His owl, Hedwig hooted next to him.
"… you defeated the darkest wizard of the time when yu were a baby." Said Snape.
"Darkest Wizard? Does this 'dark' wizard have a name?" asked Harry.
"Yes … V-voldemort." Said Snape. Even though the dark lord was gone he still felt scared saying the name. It was as if the dark lord himself would hear him and crucio him.
"Voldemort? Why is he so special?" asked Harry. He noticed when Snape flinched and smirked.
"He gathered many followers. His goal was to dispose of muggles and muggle born wizards. He was very dark indeed."
"So," the boy prompted. Snape huffed and continued.
"He heard from one of his sources that there was a boy that could kill him. He immediately went to stop the problem."
"A boy? If he was so powerful how could a boy kill him?"
"That is what he wondered as well. That boy was you Harry Potter. You were able to reduce him to a mere spirit …"
"You speak of him as if you 'knew' him." Said Harry.
Damn … the boy wasn't supposed to find out.
"I knew of him. Some of what I told you is common knowledge."
"I doubt anyone would know of his true motives unless they knew him personally. You-"
Snape erected a silencing charm and then let the boy continue,
"were obviously one of his followers."
That's not what he wanted to hear.
"Maybe I was, maybe I wasn't. it is no concern of yours. With your shopping done I shall take you to somewhere you can stay for the remainder of the summer."
"Why? It is clear you don't like me mmuch." Asked the boy.
Sighing Snape said,
"I may not like you much but even I don't think that anyone should be subjected to living with muggles."
"Really? Is that an emotion Snape?" asked Harry. Up until now, the man had been cold and shown no emotions at all. Harry had wondered if he even could.
"Shut up Potter. Follow me, there is an inn near the Leaky Cauldron. You can stay there until August 31st. I shall come to tell you about Hogwarts then." Said Snape. Harry nodded and followed the man to this 'inn.'
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Arekusu got up and stretched. He went over to the bathroom and turned on the shower. The water immediately became the right temperature, pleasing the boy. He took off his pants and slipped under the spray. He allowed himself to revel in the warmth. He would never be able to relax anywhere, but this was nice …
His hair took the longest to clean. After he was finished he stepped out and made his way over to his bed. He pulled some clothes out of his trunk and began to put them on. Black muggle-style jeans, a black t-shirt with snakes and dragons embroidered into the fabric, and dragon hide boots comprised the outfit he had chosen. He pulled the clothes on and stood up. He summoned his brush wandlessly and started to brush his long hair.
When he was done, he banished the brush back to the table he had gotten it from. He tied a piece of leather around his head like a headband to complete the look. Satisfied he went down to breakfast. Today would hopefully be a good day.
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Harry James Potter got up, having been awoken by the rays of sunlight pouring through the curtains. Snape had assured him that he could get a room at the inn for the entirety of the time before August thirty-first. he had gotten a room, stripped, and fallen asleep almost immediately. Now, he needed to wake up and find some food. His stomach growled as he stood and popped his back.
He made his way to the bathroom and turned on the shower. It was so nice to actually have a shower he could use, without being yelled at for it. He stepped into the water and lathered up some soap. After washing himself, he turned off the shower, and wrapped himself in a towel. Now he would put on some of the wizard clothing he had bought yesterday.
It had only been a week since he had arrived here. The change was phenominal. Now that he could shower regularly and eat food every day he had begun to look better. It wasn't enough to fix his skinny frame but it was something. The years of malnourishment may never be able to be corrected. Neither would the scars and other reminders of the Dursleys fine care.
He pulled out a dark green shirt, dark blue jeans, and his new boots. They were considered 'plain' and 'boring' by Snape, but Harry liked them. They were colors he liked and fit him properly at least. Not like Dudley's hand-me-downs, which were five or six times too big. Anything that fit him properly was something he would treasure, at least for now. He would probably find other clothing as he grew older, but this was fine for now.
He put on the outfit and then grabbed the brush he had bought the other week. Snape had graciously performed a hair growth spell on him. His choppy, messy, and normally untamable hair was now waist length, easier to manage, and rich. It was a nice contrast; it fit Harry Potter. The other style, fit 'Boy.' He never wanted to go back to the Dursley's again. Unfortunately for him, Snape had said that Dumbledore put him there in the first place. The old man had ordered him to live there until he went to school, and would probably send him back there for the summers as well.
He ran the brush through his hair, liking the feel of it. After the tangles were out he braided it, so it fell along his back in a nice plait. Then he made his way out of his room, to find some breakfast. Each day had been exciting since he had arrived here, maybe he would meet someone new today. Preferably a 'dark' wizard, the 'light' ones had begun to annoy him.
He had started to notice that some wizards were dark and some were light. Snape told him that aura reading was a rare gift that most wizards tried for years to master. Harry did it with ease, able to tell who was dark and who was light. Surely some dark wizards tried to pretend they were light. Voldemort's followers would surely be thrown into prison once they were sighted.
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Arekusu went up to the counter and grabbed a plate of food. The food was free for the guests, as long as you were on the innkeeper's good side. Thankfully he was, for he hadn't taken a lot of money out of the Potter vault. This was so that people couldn't get suspicious. If large sums of money were being taken out of the Potter vault, someone was bound to notice eventually.
He had just sat down to eat when another person entered the room. He froze, listening to the footsteps as the person made their way to the counter.
"Mr. Potter, it is nice to see you. The food is on me today." The innkeeper said. Now that was interesting … His 'brother' was here too? Why hadn't he noticed before?
The other person took some food and sat down across from him. They ate in silence and then the other person spoke up.
"What's your name?"
"Arekusandaa." Replied the Japanese boy.
"Areku-?" inquired Harry, having trouble pronouncing the name. Arekusu sighed and fixed his orange eyes where the other boy's face should be.
"alexander. Sorry, I'm from Japan. It gets hard to remember most people can't pronounce my name."
"It's alright. I'm Harry Potter." Said the other boy. He walked around the table and held his hand out for Arekusu. When the other boy didn't respond he frowned and smirked.
"Too good to shake my hand? Are you a pure blood?" asked Harry. Snape had told him about the whole pure blood superiority thing before dropping him off at the inn.
"I'm not sure actually. Hand shake? Sorry, I'm blind." Said Arekusu as he held out his hand. Harry took it and they shook.
"It's nice to meet you." Said Harry. He was delighted to find that this wizard was dark, and not hiding it.
"How long have you known you were a wizard?" asked Harry.
"I don't really know. I-" the Japanese boy cut himself off and gestured for the other boy to follow him. He led Harry Potter into his room, where they could talk. He wasn't going to explain why he didn't know, in front of anyone else who could hear him.
/Why did you bring a 'human' with you elfling?/ asked Najar as he entered the room with Harry following.
/He seemed interesting enough. He has a connection to me that I would like to explore./
/What is it?/ asked the snake. Before answering Arekusu slapped Harry lightly on the cheek.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"Yeah, I can understand what you are saying." Said Harry.
"What? You can understand Parseltongue?"
"That's what it's called? I thought I was the only one who could talk to snakes?"
/I assure you that is not true human./ said najar.
"Human? Isn't he human too?" asked Harry.
/YOU will have to speak Parseltongue fi you are trying to ask him something./ said Arekusu.
/Sorry. Isn't he human too … what do I call you?/
/How about using my name human. Najar./
/Alright …/
/He is … should I tell him? Arekusu?/
/Tell him if you wish./ said the orange eyed boy.
/He is a dark elf. A pure blooded dark elf to be exact./ said the snake. Two stunned boys gaped at him.
/Full blooded? I didn't know that. Why do people have to fuck up my life?/ asked Arekusu.
/You didn't? What did you think you were child?/
/I thought I was a half blood. You know … half human and half dark elf./ said the boy.
/No, you are a pure blooded elf. Where did you get such ideas?/
"What's going on?" asked Harry.
"I might as well start at the beginning if that's what you want to hear."
"Go ahead. I would like to know why I'm 'connected to you."
"forgot you heard that. You were going to find out eventually."
"Find out what?" asked Harry. Arekusu held up a hand and started to speak.
"This all started about a month ago. I awoke, in a dark room, and then found myself teleporting to Diagon Alley. Before you ask, I don't know how I did it, or why. Apparating is a very advanced bout of magic that a thirteen year old shouldn't be able to perform."
"Apparating?"
"It's when a wizard transports themself from one place to another. How long have you been a wizard again?" asked Arekusu.
"I found out a week ago." Said Harry.
"That would explain things …" said the other boy.
"Once able to move, I made my way to Gringots. After arriving there I took an identity test. Up until then all I knew was where I was from, my age, and my name, Arekusu."
"Why? Why didn't you know?"
"I am not sure. I don't even know who my real family is."
"Identity test, shouldn't that have given you the answers?"
"I was getting to that."
"The identity test came up with something that shocked me. It said my parents were … Lily and James Potter, which is curious because those are the names of your parents." Said Arekusu. Harry stared at the other boy for a while, not believing what he had just heard. He had a brother?
"That's where things got weird," continued the other boy. He slapped Harry's cheek to snap him out of his denial, leaving an angry red mark on the other boy's skin.
"The information from the test was fucked up. Someone had performed dark magic on me, which caused the test to be inaccurate and unusable."
"So what did you do? Surely there must be another way to figure out who you are."
"That was what I was hoping. There is the family inheritance test. That's what I tried to have done …"
"Tried?"
"After I did the necessary blood sacrifice part of the test things went wrong. The parchment, that was supposed to be used for the test, was burnt to ashes. The goblin who did the test told me that dark magic was behind it. Lily and James Potter had illegally adopted me, and you were my 'adoptive' brother."
"That's it?"
"What were yu looking for?"
"Maybe some of what you can do and your last name." said Harry dryly.
Arekusu smirked and replied,
"Curious aren't you? My full name is Arekusandaa Kurokane. For those who can't pronounce it, that's Alexander Darkmetal. As for my abilities and race … That's hard to say …"
"What is the reason for that?" asked Harry.
"The identification test said one thing, and the inheritance test couldn't even give any real answer. I am not sure what to believe."
"So what did the identification test say?" asked the green eyed wizard. Arekusu sighed and ran a hand through his hair. This was starting to make him mad, he needed to keep his power in check. It wasn't Harry, it was the memory of what someone did.
"It said I was a half human half dark elf hybrid. My powers were being a heliopath, telekinesis, control of darkness, minimal control over electricity, and aquarius master. Heliopath and aquarius master are the ability to turn oneself into fire or water respectively." Said Arekusu.
"How much of that is true?" asked Harry.
"I am not sure. I know the Heliopath part is true. The dark elf thing was obviously wrong."
"Really? What did you do?" asked the other wizard excitedly.
"I went to a shop in Nocturn Alley, where I found Najar. Nocturn Alley is the darker version of Diagon Alley. A woman was accusing me of being a muggle born or what is called mudblood by other wizards. She told me that I couldn't have Najar and to leave her shop. Because I was confused about some concepts, she assumed I was a mudblood."
"That is stupid." Said Harry.
"I am not sure if it is true or not. Considering the elven heritage thing I would say it probably is false. To assume something like that was stupid."
"I started to get angry with her. The room began to heat up, and I was able to form a fire ball in my hand. I am not sure how I did it so don't ask." The orange eyed boy said.
"I wasn't going to. I was going to ask if you could teach me how to do that."
"I can try. It's not something most can do. Wandless magic is something most adult wizards have trouble with.
Considering I am elf and not human, it might be something you can't even do."
"Damn."
"So, did you set her on fire?" Harry asked after a few minutes of silence had passed between them.
"No. I should have done that. Najar threatened to kill her though. It was pretty funny." Arekusu told the other boy.
"What did she do about it?"
"She kept telling me that I was imagining being able to talk to him. She kept rambling about how I was 'tarnishing' Salizar Slytherin or something. Then she started yelling."
"yelling? What did you say to her?" Harry asked with a small laugh.
"Nothing, technically. I smirked at her when she was giving me the whole 'halucinating' thing. She got mad, Najar told me to shut her up, and we left."
"Shut her up? That spell is surely not a first time wizard spell."
"It's not. I am sure she is still yelling her lungs out, with no one who can hear her. I am not sure why I can do certain magic. It is one of the things I don't remember. 'You are such a fu-cking Mudblood.'" Arekusu said, doing a pretty good imitation of the woman.
Harry started laughing, which eventually prompted Arekusu to do the same. After sobering Harry asked,
"So do people stare at you too?"
"yeah, I think so." Replied the other boy.
/They do. I want to bite them every time./ said the snake.
/Why?/ both boys asked.
/You are not from Britain remember? They think you look weird. Either that or they are looking at yu like they want to mount you./ the snake said.
/Mount?/ Harry asked. Arekusu covered a chuckle with his hand.
/Do you want me to explain this one or should you?/ asked Arekusu.
/I shall do it. Child of earth./
/yes, Najar?/ asked Harry.
/Do you know of mating?/
/No. What's that?/
This is going to be a long talk …
Arekusu sat down on the bed and pulled his 'brother' down beside him. Harry was startled but recovered quickly. He put a hand on Arekusu's shoulder for balance. The elf prepared to strike but found that he didn't want to. Normally people touching him made him angry, but there was just something about Harry …
He reached up a hand and pushed some hair behind his ear. His hand touched something pointed and he startled slightly. Elves had pointed ears, but he hadn't noticed his until now. Curious … Sometimes life really didn't make sense …
-separater-
A/N:
I would like to explain something before anyone asks. The prologue was confusing age wise. In the first part of the chapter Arekusu was eleven, and when he gets to Gringots he is thirteen.
He teleported and then blacked out. What happened between the two years will probably never be explained. He was out cold, which only kept him alive because he was an elf. In this story, they are immortal and can live without food or nourishment for several years if need be.
Working on the next chapter. I am going to have fun placing them in their houses. Ron, Hermione, Draco, the OC who is going to be with Harry, and some other recognizable characters will appear in the next chapter.
R and R Please.