Harry still couldn't truly grasp the situation he was in. He looked at the back of Hera's head and then up at Dyre who smiled toothily at him. "So little one what is your name?" Dyre caught up to Hera and they began walking side by side at an even pace.
Harry ducked down and decided to give his real name because they didn't feel as tainted as that older Malfoy had felt. "My name is Harry Potter." Harry kept his eyes on Dyre's and noticed the way they widened slightly and Dyre looked down at him with his mouth agape. "Why?" He looked over at Hera and calmed at her smile.
"Nothing little Harry. Now let us venture into Diagon for a moment so we can get to Gringotts." She nodded slightly at Dyre and the two of them pulled hoods over their heads. "And Harry dear please tell that snake of yours to hide in Dyre's cloak." Harry nodded and looked at the snake once.
~Silly humans. ~ He slithered around Dyre's neck and Harry giggled as the vampire made faces to show his displeasure at being used to hide the snake. Harry stiffened though when they entered the crowded alley and held on tighter to Dyre for comfort. He made sure to hide his face when he noticed the very frantic and worried looking Hagrid searching for him. At first he felt bad for it, but he felt safer with these two than he did with Hagrid who had lost him in the first place.
Once they were in front of the white bank Harry turned and smiled slightly at the goblin guards and waved as they passed. He was never one to be afraid of anything different so it made no difference when they went up to the teller that he smiled again and tilted his head. He heard Dyre choke slightly behind him and felt as if he couldn't be bothered as he turned to see Hera's smile hidden behind a delicate looking hand. Hera turned back to the teller and leaned forward to talk to him. "We wish to speak to the manager of Gringotts to test the riches of the young one's bloodline." Harry felt his eyes narrow in confusion and looked to Dyre for an answer only to blink when he saw the Vampire glaring rather heatedly at his snake.
"Only the young one and one other can follow me. Choose now or leave." The goblin sneered at them and Harry felt like leaving as others in the bank looked at them. He looked between Hera and Dyre and felt that Hera was more likely to understand everything that was going on, but she didn't give out the same sense of safety and protectiveness that Dyre gave. It felt more like she was doing a job and would only protect him for the duration of that time.
"I want Dyre to come with me." Harry saw the look of shock and slight anger on Hera's face and buried his face into Dyre's neck enjoying the cold feeling against his face.
"Then come I shall. Will you hold onto little Harry's snake while we go ahead Hera dear." Harry felt as if he just started something between the two and noticed the cat like grin on Dyre's face. He watched as the mean looking snake slithered out from Dyre's cloak and wrapped itself around Hera's shoulders. If people were avoiding them before they were downright terrified now. Harry had to stop himself from laughing as he saw the look on Hera's face.
Dyre followed the goblin into the back and Harry smiled when he felt fingers card through his hair. "Why did you choose me I wonder? If everything turns out the way we think it will then a lowly vampire like me has nothing to do with you. You should have chosen Hera." Dyre looked down at Harry softly and Harry frowned deeply at the words. In his mind everyone was equal and the only thing that mattered was respect. He respected everyone yet it depended on how much they actually deserved when he chose to show it.
Harry looked forward in the dark hall and past the goblin. "I chose you because I felt that you wouldn't use me. Hera might have done what you would not have." Harry felt a little old when he said those words because he was only eleven and he knew he shouldn't be giving out such words even if only Dyre and the goblin was present. They stopped before a large red door and the goblin opened it with no hesitation before he bowed and left.
Harry could tell that Dyre didn't want to go any further and he slipped out of the Vampire's arms and down to the floor. He took Dyre's hand in his and pulled the tall man along with him into the bright room which made both Harry and Dyre shade their eyes and glare at the source of light. "On the table are two sheets of parchment. The vampire will take the daggers and slash both palms of the supposed human so that an equal amount of blood flows onto each paper. When the blood limit is reached the wounds will heal and the parchment will tell you what you wish to know of your riches." They looked over to their right at the old goblin and nodded. Although Harry could tell that Dyre did not want to be here anymore, but he stuck close to Harry.
Harry walked up to the table and held out both hands above the black and white sheets of parchment and watched as Dyre lifted the blades with shaky hands. "Are you sure about this Harry?" He looked at Harry with nervous eyes and Harry felt as if the vampire wasn't as old as he tried to be. He nodded and winced slightly as the knife sliced open his hands and blood started to drip onto the parchments. The white started to change becoming grey and dirty while the black remained pure and seemed to soak up any light that dared to come near. Harry and Dyre jumped when his wounds healed and the white paper dissolved with a loud screech. The black paper lengthened and a bright red script began to write. "What does it say?" To Dyre it wasn't words, but he knew that Harry could read it and wondered aloud about it.
"I'll read it aloud then." Harry stood up on the next step to get a better view and placed his finger on the first word so he could follow the line.
^Hadrian James Devlin you have chosen to accept your heritage as my last blood and so shall it be known to every creature that holds the title of Dark. You will take my place as their lord, you have no doubt heard of the supposed Dark lord Voldemort and I will tell you with loathing that he is not one of us. He does not hold our power, our blood, or our history and will rot the moment he tries to cross you. On this parchment I am writing to you currently on my last few minutes of life to tell you what you wish, should, and need to know of our blood. The one that has accompanied you here is the one that will support you through anything with no hesitation. If he or she is a dark creature they will serve you to your dying breath and no you can't undo what has been done. Your name has been changed, you are no longer Harrison James Potter. You have been emancipated and have all the liberties as an adult (within reason so I hope that your servant can keep you away from things inappropriate for children). In the vault Devlin there will be three books, Life-which holds all our family, Death-which holds all those who owe us or serve us, and Knowledge-this book will tell you of your heritage and what you need to do to become who you truly are. I know this is a lot to take in little one, but I also know you have a strong will and will adjust to the situation. Get these books and go to Devlin castle where you will be welcome. You will come into your true inheritance when you turn thirteen and until then Dark creatures will only know who you are if you tell them. Yes you can still go to Hogwarts, but the headmaster is crazy so don't trust him and under ancient laws you are allowed to bring your servant so don't let him fool you. –Dark Lord Darian Arcata Devlin^
Harry was about to comment on this when he noticed that the old goblin and Dyre were kneeling before him and when he went to speak the page cleared and the writing became an acid green color.
^Hadrian James Devlin as was stated in the previous note you not only gained your right to become the dark lord, but you have also gained the right to become the demon lord. You will find that necromancy will come easy to you and summoning any demon of your choice will be a breeze, but I will instill a sense of caution as we are of a violent race and they will challenge you for the right to claim this title. I suggest that when you go to the Devlin vault you also stop by the vault known as Deimos and grab these three books; Power, Control, Dominance. Those are the three things that will lead you to victory or your crushing defeat. I suggest that you do not try to summon any demons until you read Control. So to help you I will tell you to read them in this order; Control, Dominance, and Power. Yes I am still alive and no I will never see you. I shall pass when you claim your inheritance of this title at sixteen and be warned that when this happens every demon will know of their new lord and they will either seek you out to serve you or the will seek to destroy you—Demon Lord Thanatos Vice Deimos^
Harry just stared at the parchment as the words faded and then blinked once. He looked up and noticed that the two were still on their knees. "Um…you can stand and speak." They rose slowly and Harry flinched away when he saw Dyre's wide eyes and felt tears prick at his eyes. Thoughts of what his Aunt and Uncle had called him all his life were pulled to the forefront and he stepped back forgetting that he was a foot above the ground. His eyes widened and his arms shot out only to realize he wouldn't catch anything so he closed his eyes instead. He expected the hard ground but instead he fell into something soft. His tear filled eyes opened and he looked up at Dyre with wide eyes.
"What is wrong little lord?" Harry frowned, but didn't stop Dyre from wiping away his tears.
"Aren't you going to hate me? Call me a freak and send me away? Call me Harry please…" Harry looked down and away from the vampire and was even more surprised when he was pulled into Dyre's lap and his head was tucked under Dyre's chin.
"Why would I do that little Harry? You were a friend before and you still are now. The only difference now is that you are our little lord now. I am happy that you hold that title instead of the creepy wizard Voldemort." Dyre made a face causing Harry to laugh and the two looked over at the old goblin who bowed lowly to Harry before straightening and looking anywhere but Harry's eyes.
"Would you like to go get those books now young lord?" Harry and Dyre looked at each other and Harry nodded once until he realized that the goblin wasn't actually looking at him and therefore didn't see his nod.
"Yes please and then could you tell me and Dyre how to get to Devlin Castle?" Harry was only smiles now as he thought about his future and as he stood holding tight to Dyre's hand as they followed the goblin he wondered what Hera was going to do. He looked up at Dyre and knew he had made the right choice though and it was a choice that he would never change.
Death: Slowly going through the process to get our little Hadrian well versed in the art of trusting dangerous creatures! I was going to post this next week but seeing as i am bored and have not slept in...a little over 24 hours i decided to post this earlier.
Any grammar errors re not my fault...okay so maybe they are, but i cant help it. I'm only human. So don't be afraid to point them out so that i can bang my head in a wall. (Don't count the authors note because by the time i get to this i just don't care)
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