A/N: Thank you for all of the reviews.
Harry Potter and the Dark Arts
Chapter 1: Meeting the Dark Lady
July 31st, 1991 – Castle Black, Somewhere off the coast of Scotland
Harry Potter was in the seventh floor library in a deep state of meditation, trying to organize his thoughts, floating three feet over the ground. His godfather, Sirius Black had placed a silencing charm on his feet and was walking up behind his godson. Sirius got a few feet away and smirked, knowing that he was just about to piss off Harry.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY!" yelled Sirius.
Harry snapped out of his trance and time seemed to slow down for him, he landed softly on the ground with his feet and turned around, a ball of energy forming in his hand which he quickly aimed at the intruder, his mind processed who it was and he thought about releasing the bolt from his hand but stopped once he processed the words, this all happened within a couple seconds.
"GOD DAMNIT SIRIUS.. YOU FUCKING PRICK, ONE OF THESE DAYS I AM GOING TO BLOW YOUR HEAD OFF OF YOUR BODY!" he took a breath and grinned, "So what did you get for me?"
Sirius looked over his godson and smiled, "I got you one of the most prized possession's in my family, only a Dark Wizard can wield it." he pulled out a long, rectangular box from his cloak pocket and handed it over. "The Onyx Wand, created in the year 1310 by Constantine Black. 13-inches, solid Basilisk venom core. Apparently, only a Parseltongue and truly use its power.. you have to claim it."
Harry raised and eyebrow and focused, "~I command you to acknowledge me as your master!~" For a split second, nothing happened and then both Harry and the wand emitted a black aura as a wind kicked up around them, the wand hummed and then hissed out, "We have waited for a long time now.. Your heart is black and we feel the evil radiating from your very soul.. We acknowledge you as our master, use us well." The aura imploded into Harry and for a split second his eyes flashed black, he focused on the wand and it changed in appearance, it hid itself, no point in people knowing what his wand really is. "Thank you Sirius, only a year now and I will be at that pathetic school under that manipulative old prick of a headmaster." said Harry, with a very annoyed look on his face.
"You know Harry, that wand has just voided the restriction for underage magic on you, don't you?" replied Sirius, not wanting to bring up the impending departure of his godson.
"Sirius, I have been practicing magic ever since I was-"
"I know, but that is here, Black Castle is heavily warded, no one can get in here and the Ministry does not even know of its existence."
"How powerful is this wand exactly?"
Sirius thought for a moment and pointed to the large couch across the room, "Use a Reductor curse on that couch."
Harry pointed his new wand towards the couch and whispered, "Reducto," and a beam of white light flew from his wand, the concussive force distorting the air and causing books all around them to fly off the shelves, it slammed into the couch and the couch completely dissolved, it didn't explode, it dissolved.
"Holy shit.."
Sirius' eyes looked like they were going to fall out of his head, he looked at Harry and whispered, "It was never that powerful in the past," just then, the wand hummed and then hissed once more, "We have never had a true master before, only our true master can use our real power."
Both Harry and Sirius looked at the wand in shock, sure it had spoken once before.. but that was to acknowledge its' master, since it spoke again, did this mean that the wand could think for itself?
Harry waved his wand and the room returned to its normal state, all but one couch. He looked over towards Sirius and smiled innocently, Sirius in turn saw the look on his godson's face and started to panic. "Now Harry.. surely you wouldn't want to harm your loving godfather? Not on your birthday." his voice was almost a high pitched squeal right now, which caused Harry to break down and laugh at his godfather.
"Just hearing you talk like that is punishment enough for you," said Harry, trying hard to stop laughing.
Sirius just harrumphed indignantly and left Harry to his studies, muttering something about idiotic godsons, which Harry heard but decided to let go. Harry sat down again and began to meditate, soon he was in the same state he was before he was interrupted.
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September 3rd, 1991 – In the forests just outside of Ottery St. Catchpole
Ginevra Molly Weasley, youngest child and only daughter in the Weasley family was sulking in a clearing a couple miles from her house, she frequented this spot but made sure to stay clear of the muggles who were usually drunk in the first place that also visited the spot. Normally she did not cry but today was different, two days ago she sent her only remaining sibling off to Hogwarts and was left alone with only her mother to keep her company, therefore, today she was curled up in a ball against a tree letting herself succumb to tears, she had been this way for a couple hours and had paid no attention to the time. Unintentionally, she had stayed past dusk and was alone in the dark, she did not hear the group of men approaching their new prey from behind until it was too late, one of them had grabbed her with his hand over her mouth and his other arm around her waist.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here boys? It looks as if we have a new toy to play with tonight." said the man holding Ginny in his arms. He quickly grabbed at her shirt and flipped open a pocket knife, using it to cut the shirt off.
Ginny, knowing she was in definite danger tried to scream, only to be slapped across the face by one of the other men, eliciting laughs from all the others. The lead man spoke once more.
"Now.. that wasn't nice was it? We just want to have a little fun with you, if you be a good little girl we might let you go after we finish with you," his voice got softer, more sinister, "but if you struggle, I promise you will die a horribly slow and painful death."
Ginny, knowing she was defeated started to cry again.
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Black Castle
Harry was in the middle of his dinner, having a lively discussion with his godfather as well as their friend, Remus Lupin, when Harry's face suddenly drained of all color, his aura quickly flared, pushing everything, including the table, away from him in a magnificent display of power. Seconds later, a black flame engulfed the air infront of Harry and a phoenix, completely black except for the blood red feathers on its wings and tail.
'Harry, come quick! Something is happening.. something bad!'
"Harry, whats wrong?" asked Sirius, his wand in hand.
"Something is wrong.." he replied, quickly grabbing on to a tail feather and speaking again, "Arawn, take me there." Arawn trilled a song of war and disappeared, taking his familiar along with him.
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The men surrounding the young girl slowly began to undress, their leader, still holding the crying girl spoke up. "I am going first, this little slut is going to learn what the meaning of the word rape is," he grinned, "many times over."
All of them failed to notice the appearance of a young man close to where they were.
Harry looked upon the men curiously and what he was pissed him off beyond all belief, his magic flared and that certainly got the attention of all those in the clearing. The men quickly adopted looks of fear, the leader dropped the girl and started to back away. If looks could kill, all of the men would be dead a thousand times over, he withdrew his new wand and raised it, when he spoke his voice was almost unearthly, it was imbued with the deepest reserves of his magical power. "How DARE you, I will show you the true meaning of pain."
He raised his wand all the way and began waving it in a complex pattern, using a massive destruction spell he had learned about when he was six, learned about but never used. He send a quick message to Arawn, who disappeared and then reappeared with the young girl safely behind his familiar.
"Gods of the Underworld, I call upon you with the ancient power of necromancy. Send forth the guardians of the underworld to do my bidding. Portum Erahunam Tatos Totozatom!"
The earth shook and a storm of fire began to rain down from the heavens as a giant portal appeared in the ground, slowly, three horsemen, riding fully armored thestrals stepped forth from the depths of hell, the leader looked towards Harry and spoke the language of the dead, Harry pointed towards the men, all of whom had lost control of their bowels long before the portal actually opened, and the horsemen took off, making quick work of all of them, but leaving their souls intact, just then a whistle was heard and a huge hand reached forth from the portal, the souls of the men flew helplessly into the palm of the hand before he retreated back into the portals, the horsemen gave a quick salute to their summoner and re-entered the portal. The portal closed behind them, leaving a huge scar in the ground which radiated dark energy.
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Department of Mysteries - Ministry of Magic – Underneath London
Jared, Head Unspeakable for the Department of Mysteries was in his office, reading through a file on some ancient lost order and their spellcrafting skills when the one klaxon he hoped beyond all hope would never go off.. went off, immediately he tapped the pendant he wore around his neck with his wand.
"Code Exodus, I repeat, Code Exodus, All teams report to the war room!"
He threw floo powder into his fireplace and called out for the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
"Madam Bones, We have a Code Exodus situation on our hands, recall all Aurors and Obliviator teams and meet me in Court Room Seven.
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All around England..
Unspeakables, Aurors and Obliviators alike were using emergency portkeys, all of them knew what Code Exodus was and all of them were trying hard to hide their panic, even the most hardened aurors showed traces of panic for the shortest of seconds upon hearing the news. Code Exodus meant that the gates to the Underworld had been opened, never before, in the entire history of the Ministry had the code been used, no wizard had ever successfully opened the gates, it simply required too much power.
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Headmaster's Office – Hogwarts
Albus Dumbledore was in the middle of a staff meeting discussing the first few days of school when one of the dark detectors in his room literally exploded, Dumbledore looked stunned and a look of true fear flashed on his face but was quickly replaced with an emotionless mass as he whispered, "Code Exodus."
Minerva McGonagall heard him however and was the first to speak, "Albus, what is Code Exodus?"
Albus looked up at his Deputy Headmistress and his face paled even more, Minerva had never seen him look like this and knew something was terribly wrong. Albus then amplified his voice using the ancient wards on Hogwarts and spoke, "Attention all students, report immediately to the Great Hall, All students who fail to comply will be expelled from this school."
He then used his abilities as the headmaster to snap the entire arsenal of wards Hogwarts had up into place, all of the professors could feel this and began to get nervous just as Albus spoke up.
"Code Exodus is known by all workers in the Ministry of Magic, it means that some wizard has successfully opened a gate to the underworld.." his voice was almost a whisper now, "Tom Riddle tried and failed miserably to do just that.. whoever did this is extremely powerful."
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Ottery St. Catchpole
Harry dropped to his knees breathing heavily, he started to convulse as he realized just how much magic he had used and how stupid he had been, then he remembered the girl and quickly turned to see her crying, trying to cover her now nude self with her hands, he waved his wand and a big blanket covered the quivering girl. Harry crawled over to her and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder, the moment they touched a white glow surrounded them and quickly disappated, but not before they both noticed.
"W-what was that?" asked the young girl.
"I.. I don't know.." replied Harry, something about this girl drew him to her, he was curious as to what it was though, "What is your name?"
"Ginny.. Ginny Weasley" she spoke quietly, he could barely hear her, "What's your's?"
He thought about lying for a moment, but as he went to speak he found himself unable to, "Harry.. Harry Potter."
Ginny's eyes widened at this and she quickly looked him over and for the first time in his life he blushed, why? He had no idea.. but he was going to find out.
"Did.. Did they.." he couldn't finish the sentence, afraid of the answer.
"They would have if you hadn't shown up." she whispered, looking into his eyes and then scooting over into his arms, feeling for the first time in her life complete and safe in this strangers arms, her hero, her.. what was this feeling? Love? She had never experienced it before. Ginny's eyes then met his and they leaned into each others embrace, gently kissing each other on the lips.
Harry perked up as he felt the approaching magic, 'Holy Shit.. did they send the entire Ministry?' he picked her up, cradling her in his arms and spoke softly, "Where do you want to go?"
Ginny spoke without really thinking, or rather, her heart spoke for her, "Wherever you go.." she quickly realized what she said and blushed, her face and neck.. hell, all the skin that was visible turning the same shade as her hair. "Arawn.. take us to her house."
A/N: First off, sorry for the delay, work has hit me hard and I have been feeling horrible for the past week or so. I do hope that you will forgive me. I am currently debating as to how I should have Molly act in regards to having her daughter, nude except for a blanket, brought into her house by a stranger?
Before you worry too much, thinking 'O great.. another godly Harry story' just wait, what Harry did will take it toll and there will be some serious repercussions in the very near future.
Arawn - This is the Welsh-Celtic God of the Underworld, Terror, Revenge and War.. I literally opened up a page on ancient mythological god names, scrolled down with my eyes closed and picked a name.. its complete coincidence that this name was chosen.