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Story: Cold Hearted.

Chapter 4: The Humanity He Knew Not.

By: TheLovelessRose

Story Rating: M.

Chapter Rating: T.

Chapter Warnings: Nothing really.

Chapter 4 Summary: Harry definitely surprises the rest of students with his non human like attitude, as well as his power. But will that really help him get on anyone's good side? Who will be made allies, and who will become enemies? He meets a girl, and sees something in her that could help him in the future, a new ally perhaps? But what of the rest of the student body, and the odd Headmaster herself?

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"Are you sure he's… human?" A voice intoned almost lazily, a drawled tone that held a hint of disbelief.

Kata looked at the oddly uncomfortable Headmaster beside him, a smirk pulling at his lips. Dark purple eyes glanced over his shoulder for a moment before staring straight ahead, eyes warm. He nodded a bit, his head barely moving but he knew the woman saw it regardless.

Selena glanced behind for a moment, taking in the teen's form once more. When her icy eyes met emerald ones, she held them for a moment, frowning as he simply smiled, his eyes turning up into arcs at the movement. The frown held on her thin lips as she walked forwards, leading them down the tilled walkway without much thought- her mind on the teen behind her. An unnoticeable shiver tore at her spine.

There was no way this boy was human.

He was too… perfect. Or at least, perfect in appearance.

His long raven hair brushed his lower back, elegantly pulled back by a silver clasp, his shorter pieces of hair framing his pale, glowing face. His dark jade shirt covered his chest, the bottom brushing against his tight fitting black slacks. His eyes glowed eerily on his pale face, his left partially hidden from wind-swept long bangs. He had a black chocker adorning his pale neck, a large clear crystal hanging from the strip of elegant fabric. His ears were lined with black earrings, his eye brow shinning with a silver bar.

Shadows played along his face, darkness lining his eyes. His emerald eyes swirled with hidden power, seducing even the strongest to come towards him. She refrained from glancing back once again, in fear of trapping herself within his powerful eyes.

She stopped in front of large double doors, her lips pulling into a dark smirk as she quickly regained her normal personality. Raising her pale hand to her mouth, her sharp canine tooth ripped at her flawless finger. Ignoring the crimson liquid flowing from the wound, she glanced at Kata's stiff form, amused. He narrowed his eyes at her and she simply smirked, before drawing a circle on the doors in her blood. She turned on her heal, facing the rather beautiful human in front of her, darkness eating her eyes.

"This is your test. The rules? Don't die. If you live? You get to go to school here. Have fun!" she chirped, waving her hand in a lazy gesture.

The large doors creaked, wind pushing forward ruffling all of their clothes with the force before settling once more.

The shadows crawled around the entrance, draping it in black. Selena looked into the dark room, her eyes narrowing as the temperature dropped significantly. The air was frozen, vibrations running through the air in barely contained excitement. Everything was eerily quiet, making icy eyes narrow further. Never before has this happened. A chilled wind brushed past her, playing with her hair. She closed her eyes briefly before opening them, her eyes cruel.

Ah, they were excited? How wonderful! Smirking further, she stepped back, a mocking gesture flowing from her hands as she mentioned him further.

Shade simply smiled before stepping into the darkness, his glowing eyes the only thing seen throughout the darkness before the doors closed of their own accord.

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Location: Selena's School Of All Things Magical.

Time: Unknown.

Soft strained breathes echoed in the otherwise silent hallway.

A girl of no more than fifteen years could be barely seen, running the halls with inhuman speed. The pictures adorning the walls on either side of her blurred as she ran, fingers clutching the crystal flower hanging from her necklace resting on pale skin. Labored breathes escaped pink parted lips, pale blue eyes wide and glancing behind her fast moving form every few seconds.

She could hear them now, the vibrations from their feet running through her tense form as they dashed after her. She cursed her linage once again, something so instinctual by now that it easily left her pale lips- the words too fast to be heard by normal humans. She gasped, skidding to a stop as the hall ended in front of her. She looked around widely, her white, blue-streaked hair whipping around her face wildly with the movement.

'They are getting closer!' she thought fearfully, 'Too close!'

But there were no way out, only walls. Her mind was flying through possible strategies, ways for her to survive. She couldn't fight them; she was too much of a healer to fight them. There were too many; it would have been five to one- odds that were certainly not in her favor. She spun on her heal, her eyes meeting the burning red of the leader of the group coming after her. She glanced around herself once more, her eyes barely moving to conceal her intentions: no escape.

She steeled herself, her hands still clutching her necklace, trying to take comfort in its weight.

"Have you finally stopped running? Realize it was useless?" The teen in front of the four other males asked, red eyes sparkling in victory. She said nothing, only looking forward with emotionless eyes. He snarled at her, his annoyance shinning through his amusement.

"Your race has always been a nuisance. Brother was right, your race is useless; I have no idea why Father seems to allow your kind to continue. What can your kind do anyway? Freeze flowers?" he asked, smirking at his last comment as the girl in front of him tightened her hold on the ornament adorning her necklace.

"Yes, yes and turn them into necklaces. Didn't your useless mother gift you with that … useless trinket?" he asked, his eyes narrowing cruelly as he eyed the clutched item.

Hatred flared in her otherwise warm eyes, lips pulled up into a snarl revealing sharp teeth. He laughed at the reaction, the teens behind him joining him. She growled low in her throat, the air becoming colder as her emotions spiked. The red-eyed teen laughed a bit louder at the reaction.

"What do you think you could do to me? Your powers haven't even come into their maturity yet! You can do nothing, you pathetic little-"

He was caught off guard as she glared, the wind suddenly violent as it whirled around her figure. Her hair whipped around her wildly, her eyes as cold as the air as she glared at the teen.

She hated him.

She hated him with everything she had, everything she will ever be.

He was an important vampire's son, and because of this thought he was the best. Her powers weren't mature enough? Hah! He was barely even into his inheritance! Oh, he angered her so- trying to dare think her mother was weak. Her mother was one of the strongest Winter Faes, something she was both proud and hateful of. Her father- the King- was a noble man, and the only link other than the necklace she had of her dead mother.

She both hated and lover her race. Hated because of their weaknesses- their standing in the magical society- and loved because of the many people it was made up of that she loved so dearly.

Her eyes glowed with power, the ground at her feet slowly freezing.

She could feel the pull of power, the whispering of death and vengeance as the floor became cold, ice rapidly freezing along the floor as her emotions spiked even more. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, knowing the voice would calm its whisperings when she did. She knew she wouldn't live if she continued to use her powers: The arrogant vampire was horrid, but he was correct about her powers not being mature enough. She would have drained herself to the point of death, and the thought wasn't entirely entertaining to her right now.

She breathed as she opened her eyes, only to come face to face with the burning crimson eyes of the teen vampire looking very livid.

"You dare- dare!- try to fight me?" he growled, venom dripping from his exposed fangs. The sickly green liquid hit his frozen feet, causing smoke to form and ice to melt. He growled, wrenching his feet away from the floor and looking at his shoes in distaste.

"How disgusting: Ice? How can ice hold one such as I?" he asked, and she barely refrained from lunging at him in a wild state of fury.

"Your pathetic, Sepheer (Sa-fear)." She said, her voice low. He snarled at her, glancing behind him to see his group frozen, with horror etched faces. He sighed, running his hand through his short brown hair and down his flawless face.

"Pathetic: Me? No not at all. Them? Perhaps I will agree with you there. But enough with the chatting." He declared suddenly, his arm stretching with a blur as he extended it toward her form.

A whoosh of breath left her as she flew backwards, hitting the end of the hall with a loud bang. Spots clouded her vision, and she could feel the trails of blood escaping her head and down her pale, disoriented face. She could hear the cackles of the vampire, and she groaned as she tried to regain grounding.

"Pathetic! A disgrace to all magical creatures! Look at what you have become with one hit! Stand up Shala (Shh-a-la)! Stand up!" he laughed, ever so entertained.

She groaned again, not even trying to bite back a retort. Her vision swam as she blinked, trying to focus on the figure of the teen vampire. Clutching at the hard floor she tried to push herself upright, only to have her head pound with the effort in an angry retaliation. She fought against the endless blackness, trying to stay above the waters of unconsciousness. She screamed in her fogged mind, helpless as she stared at the fast approaching form of Sepheer.

Suddenly, a cold calm washed over here, the air around her chilling. It made her feel safe, and she didn't even contemplate the thought of keeping her eyes open.

And then… everything went silent.

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Sepheer was proud to say that he was from one of the most noble, oldest vampire clans. Known as the Darkest Shadows, his clan specialized in stealth and assassination, as well as their rather… creative torture methods.

He was bred to be a killer, raised as soon as he was able to steady his small legs to train, and train relentlessly. Many may have been hateful and resentful to their parents for pushing their offspring so, but Sepheer had no such feelings. He was proud, actually. Proud of his strong father, proud of his beautiful mother, proud of his wise brother, proud of his wonderful clan- and that was enough for him.

Of course, his father was always on the… nice side, but he graciously ignored that side of his father. It wasn't an ideal trait, but he could ignore it because of his standing and his strength in the face of battle and fights. But still, he was happy- or at least as happy as he would ever become.

Of course, this… this girl, was ruining his sort-of happiness, and it irritated him to no end. He had trained for so long, his whole life, and this girl dares to be in his presence and claim to be strong- claims her race to be strong? Hah! His race was the strongest, always had been and always will be.

And he was proud of that, because he was just as sure of his own truths as he was proud.

He could feel his body reacting to his hate, his anger, and his frustration as his hand flexed, nails growing sharper. His teeth were elongating, pale lips parting in a battle-ready snarl. His eyes darkened to a solid black, his mind purring at the feeling of his magic unleashed.

And so, his pride made him lock eyes at the girl- the worthless, weak girl that had dared to be in his line of vision- and his strong legs pushed off the ground into a sprint.

And just as he was close- so close! - his eyes saw darkness, and he faded from consciousness, his face morphed into disbelief as he dropped to the ground.

The last thing that he saw was a serene smiling boy, emerald orbs looking at him through slitted irises.

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She was floating, or at the very least something close to it.

It was a lovely feeling. She felt so free, so happy for the first time in her life. She breathed, suddenly realizing with an odd calmness that she hadn't done so before.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Her eyes stayed shut as she smiled, the cold air tickling her throat. Oh, she loved the feeling, she felt oh so safe. She opened her eyes slowly, blinking as she took in the surroundings. She was in the hall still, not dead as she had thought ( and secretly hoped.) She gasped, her small hand touching the ice surrounding her sitting form lightly. They were large spikes surrounding her, a sheet of ice leading away from her down the hall. She smiled despite her confusion to the current situation, petting the cold ice beneath her fingers lovingly.

A soft chuckle brought her out of her reverence, her head snapping up to stare down the shadowed hall. Her eyes narrowed, straining to see what was hidden among the shadows. She stared in shock as a teen stepped out of a shadow and smiled at her gently. She blinked, not really comprehending anything until the teen was suddenly sitting on a particularly large spike that was slanted in form. She gasped a bit, her back hitting the wall of ice behind her and suddenly she felt trapped. There was a long moment of silence were they simply stared at each other. He stayed absolutely still, making her fidget even more out of uncomfortableness. It was several more moments before she spoke, voice wavering ever so slightly.

"Who… are you?" she asked softly, her pale eyes wary. He smiled again, his eyes becoming half lidded as he rested his head on a pale knuckle.

"You may call me Shade, little one." She normally would have retorted to such a statement, but something just made her not want to say anything at all, just stare at this person: Shade.

'His voice is pretty…' she thought almost childishly, a bit dazed.

Now that she realized it, he was beautiful. He looked like a young lord, sitting upon the ice spike with no signs of discomfort for the below freezing temperatures. His legs were crossed, his slacks just as perfect as they were before doing so. His hair was long, pulled back in a low ponytail but it was thrown over his shoulder, the onyx locks flowing down his torso. Emerald orbs peered at her through half-lidded eye lids, face calm and serene, and a small smile pulling at his pink lips.

She felt a blush burn at her face, and she lifted her hands to cradle her head in horror. He chuckled again, snapping her out of her embarrassment. He smiled again, his head tilting a bit to the side as he stared at her unblinkingly.

"What is your name, little one."

She stared at him for a long moment, before answering, her voice a bit in a trance as she stared into his eyes.

"Shala..."

He smiled then, his voice soft but something in his eyes was almost predator like, his grin a bit sharp as he answered her.

"I see. What is it you wish, Shala, more than anything in the world?"

She stared at him with large eyes, her voice stopping in her throat. He stood gracefully, his hand outstretching to her; his eyes glowing.

"I will give it to you, for you have passed my test little one. Now tell me, what do you wish?"

She thought for a moment, knowing from his eyes that he was not lying to her. Her eye darkened a bit, thinking of what she wanted more than anything. She turned her angered but determined eyes toward him, the usually pale, warm eyes tinted with darkness that made the boys smirk sharpen.

"Revenge."

It was only one word, yet it was said with suck soft intensity that it echoed off the walls of the dark hall. The air seemed to become even colder as Shade's eyes glowed all the more at the answer, his smirk widening as he eyed her.

"Is that so." He said simply, his lips lifting in a sharp grin. She took his hand slowly, rising to her feet. She idly noticed that his hand was cold: as cold as ice.

She loved ice.

She nodded, still a bit dazed but determined and he simply grinned as he led her into the shadows.

"It shall be done. But first, we have much to do my little Shala. Much to do indeed…"

And with the soft words echoing in the hall, they faded into the shadows. Shala never saw Sepheer's body pierced by a sword and stained in onyx blood, face contorted in horror.

Nor did she see the body suddenly being wrapped in shadows and slowly fading away as the darkness ate his form.

She saw nothing at all, except for Shade and his entrancing eyes…

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She walked into the hall with a cat-like grace, her lips twisted into a feral smirk as she stepped into the hall. Her smirk widened as the surrounding grew quiet with her arrival, never glancing at the students as she took her place at the head of the large dining hall. She stood behind a large table, looking over the students with dancing eyes.

"Now, I'm sure you all know of the new student. Do make his stay… comfortable and welcome him into our lovely family, hmm?"

With that, the large door opening and everyone stared as the teen strode up into the hall, standing silently as he racked his eyes around him. He felt as many spiked their magic, trying to scare him. He smiled at them gently, slowly raising his own magic in answer.

He watched as the low class demons and creature slowly lost color, the more powerful of them looking at him in confusion. He suddenly let loose a large amount of magic, making the air feel heavy. It was strained and many were choking at the pressure until suddenly, it disappeared, leaving them all breathless and more than confused. Some were on the floor, others hanging onto their tables as they stared at the supposed human.

He smiled, but slowly, his closed eyes opened, his smile turning a bit sharper than humanly possible as he stared out into the large crowd. He bowed a bit mockingly, his emerald eyes glowing.

"Yes. Do take care of me." He answered lightly.

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Yay. Another done~

Sorry this was so damn late. So much happened with the whole some people finding it okay to take my stories, and me burning the hell out of my hands (Seriously, it bloody hurt!) But, here it is.

I honestly don't like this chapter that much (or at all), but next chapter is the one I love!~ I already started it, and should have it out very soon. I do forget who, but someone suggested a winter fairy, and I found I enjoyed the idea just as much as this person. Of course, many asked for a girl so I decided on that as well.

Oh, and just so you know, Sepheer is not dead… not really at least. Both he and Shala will play a part in Shade's plans for the future, which you will learn more about next chapter. Oh, and by the way, Shade is NOT perfect. You will see soon enough, on that topic.

Review, loves?

Chapter 5: Shade has his fun toying with the many creatures at his new school, as well as makes a discovery about the establishment he was never suppose to know. The consequences are a bit more than he could have ever Saw. More allies and perhaps even more enemies are revealed, and he really wonders why life has always been so hard for him. All in the life of Harr- I mean, Shade Black. Right.

Ah, Life...

The bastard.

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