Almost twelve years later...
A teenager was soaring through the night air, taking short breaks to touch back down but then soaring up about fifty feet everytime. Then suddenly there was figures, black cloaked figures gliding around him and he seemed to not noticed the bitter coldness which abrupdtly stormed in. All happiness seemed to leave the world, nothing but despair and depression. The young man just hovered there with his eyes closed and his arms stretched out on either side of him.
Suddenly there was a shrieking and frightening scream. The glass in the windows around them shattered and onlookers covered there ears while their faces were etched with pain and terror. The young man opened his eyes and even the Headmaster who was one to look on seemed surprised. His eyes were the color of blood red and his expression had changed to dark and, well, evil. The hood of his cloak flew off of his head revealing a long dark haired teen. He looked troubled and maybe a hint of fear, but more than anything he looked calm and collected, for he had after all the best of the best to train him to this point.
His skin was normally a tannish color and his eyes normally were emerald green. He wore a long black cloak with black robes which were currently flapping themselves every which way in the air and it seemed that beems of darkness kept radiating off of him.
All the onlookers inside this test room in the Ministry were so far absolutely astounded at how the Headmaster of Hogwarts had been able to cope with this boy and teach him to control his powers. The dementors now stopped circling around the young man and all formed a cirlce around his hovering body. It was obvious that they were about to suck out his soul in unison but before they could even start to enhale through their distorted holes known as mouthes something strange happened. The boy now thrust his hands down at the ground creating some sort of funnel that spiraled up around him and the dementors preventing them from escaping, it was like a patronus barrier. Then the spectators heard from within the tornado like shape someone scream the words, "Shadowfury!"
The funnel disappeared and the dementors fled in every direction looking very distorted and blinded, like they had no idea where they were going. Even some heard the shrill cry identified only as the dementor scream which only few had witnessed. They seemed to be burning from the inside like the Cruciatos curse only much, much worse. Once they had gone warmth and light had returned back to the room and the young man touched slowly back down to the ground breathing heavily.
All was silent, not a single person in the room said anything, they just stared blankly at the six foot two build young man in front of them. This continued for about thirty seconds until a voice from the crowd broke the tension in the air. "Brilliant, absolutly brilliant." It was the Headmaster of Hogwarts, "you see here," he directed everyone's attention to him, "that not only at the age of almost fourteen is he physically strong but also he has the capability to perform magic well beyond the talent of a sixth or seventh year at my school!" He exclaimed. "What you have just seen here today is a patronus-like forcefield as strong or if not stronger than a full embodied patronus you and I can cast with a wand, AND you have seen a Warlock in training perform only one spell in his arsenal perfectly! The Shadowfury Curse!"
Now while the Headmaster was addressing the Ministry officials and press related marketing the young man behind him regained his green eyes and normal skin color. He whipped out his wand from within his cloak and gave it a little flick and his shoulder length hair was immediatly dressed up into a small ponytail.
"Furthermore, I propose we continue the project and not shut it down! I and the other portraits of previous headmasters at the school would all agree that if there is a threat, which I believe if there is it has been greatly shrunk over the past years, that we continue to fight and turn what we have shown you here today into a powerful weapon!"
"A powerful weapon for what, Professor. Are you suggesting that this boy is nothing but a tool to be used when difficult times arise. Merely a bloody machine!" Barked one reporter.
The Headmaster reached up with one hand and touched his forehead, "I think you of all people should respect someone like me when it comes to sensing dark things, sir. I believe, along with the portrait of Albus Dumbledore, that with this child" he pointed behind him but the teen was no longer there, he had been excused from the room while the headmaster talked, "however innocent he may be now could possibly rage another war like the one we fought so many years ago!"
"And ya' listen to what a portrai' of ya' favorite headmaster says, do ya'?" Said a...less intelligent reporter.
A small whistle wizzed by the crowd until it found the owner of the voice who had just spoke ill about the deceased professor pinning him against the wall by a magical nail. "Never insult Albus Dumbledore in front of me.." Came a deep voice from across the room.
"Thank you Hagrid, that is well, you may escort the Dementors back to Azkaban now." Said the Headmaster and Hagrid bowed and left. "I believe like many others sir that dark and terrible times lie ahead, something else is happening around this boy and until you and your so called 'experts' can figure it out and whether you approve or not I WILL continue to see the boy for discussions and lessons in my study on Tuesday evenings!" His temper was shortening now, like a lit fuse.
"Calm down mate, its just those bloody reporters from the Prophet always trying to nag us like that." This voice came from Mr. Ronald Weasley, Director and Founder of the Dark Arts and their Ways department at the Ministry. They were walking now down the hallway towards the main hall where all the fireplaces were, the Headmaster had a direct instant path back to his office.
"Ron, I want Apolcolyps in my office tomorrow evening as usual, I don't care if you have to smuggle him out in a rucksack!"
"Yes, Headmaster" he said it with a grin.
The other turned around as he stepped into the fireplace, his expression was a serious one, "Soon we'll all have to make the choice between what is right...and what is easy..." And with that he threw the powder down at his feet and green flames shot up around him while in unison his said, "Hogwarts!"
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Apocolyps continued his lessons with the Headmaster for years until he was almost fully mature physically and with his powers. He now had the ability to fly for hours on end, slip into the shadows rendering him undetectable amongst other things. In one of their first Occulumency lessons the Headmaster had tried to dig so far deep into Apocolyps' memories it had literally scarred him for life, his brain was affected so much that a deep cut raged from the top of his forehead on the left side of his face, down over and on his eye making his eye always appear the color of blood and down onto his cheek.
After he had completed all his training he had more scars than that on his body. Most from some of the activities that he performed whilst in training, but he didn't mind. He had grown up and was now eighteen years of age standing at six feet ten eight inches and having a rather muscular build. His hair like always was long and jet black with his emerald green eye and red eye the color of Christmas he had joked.
Truly he was a good man now, the Headmaster had taught him well and raised him like a son, they were connected somehow, him the the boy and they felt close to eachother. Still, there was some dark in him, mostly mischevious darkness trying to find a way out of the deepest part of his mind where it was contained only to surface when Apocolyps wished. In short, all was well. The threat level of his presence seemed to lessen and lessen as the years went by. He became a Ministry official associated with his mentor the Headmaster.
He had started hanging out with the potter girl who was about his age. He name was Jane Hope Potter daughter to Harry and Hermione. She was always hanging around the castle even after she finished school there. So one day after one of his lessons he plucked up the courage to ask her out to a trip to Hogsmeade, she was a little reluctant at first wondering if her father would mind but forgot all about it after seeing his bulk body and his handsome faced, she thought he was good looking even with scars. They went to dinner and had a blast and before anybody knew it they were lost in eachother.
Eventually they started going out to surprisingly the pleasure of both her parents, they kept it clean and only got as far as a snogging session here and there but otherwise they just wanted to be around eachother all the time.
Now even more years passed and nothing unordinary happened, eventually Apocolyps and Jane married and their wedding was amazing, Harry and Hermione were so proud of their baby and welcomed their new son in law. They bought a flat in London together and settled down, Jane was a professor at Hogwarts now teaching Charms after Professor Flitwick went on a permanent vacation while Apocolyps maintained his job at the side of side of his mentor. All was well.
