Really sorry about how long this has taken, I have had it written for at least a week now, but my internet decided to go from only working a little bit to not working at all and its taken ages to get it fixed.

Chapter 4: Chaos

Yami approached the house where Voldemort currently resided. Voldemort had been forced by his associations to find a home outside the boundaries of a Shade territory; it had taken him some time because congregations of humans tended to attract Shades.

As Yami drew his shadows together into human form he sensed something strange. Yami paused; his shadows were flickering between leather clothing and the robe that the non-human preferred him to wear.

Yami could sense another Shade.

His reaction was deeply ingrained and instinctual. He moved forwards rapidly, still maintaining his human form, but now coiled into a fighters crouch.

Yami brushed past the two Death Eaters standing guard at the doorway. All the humans knew him and didn't block his path.

Yami reached out with his senses, the other Shade was younger than he was, but at a guess Yami would say that he was still well over a thousand humans years of age.

He was right, Yami stepped into the large room in the centre of the house. Voldemort was seated in his usual place and waiting impatiently in the centre of the floor were two other Shades.

Each in human form, they were watching each other with undisguised hatred. The first of them was the one that Yami had sensed, his great age shown in his gleaming red eyes and his ability to totally mask the presence of the younger violet eyed Shade.

Yami turned to Voldemort who was sitting and watching them all with a look of cool satisfaction. It was time that this foolish human learnt that he didn't try to manipulate a Shade. Yami dropped his human form and lunged for the other two Shades.

Their reactions were so immediate and predictable that Yami was able to combat them both at the same time.

The older Shade dropped his physical illusion and hurtled backwards, he was old enough to know that Yami had the greater strength and he was better off holding back a little at least for the moment. The younger Shade however, hadn't the others knowledge and tried attacking.

Yami slammed the young Shade with a wall of magic which became a stabbing arrow of power. The young Shade let off a shrieking sound as he was sapped of strength. Yami paid him little attention as he gathered his shadows to attack the older Shade.

It was at that point that the others arrived. It had to have been at least forty Shades. Varying from lavender eyed newborns who couldn't even gather into a human form, to a Shade that Yami recognised and who wasn't much younger than he was himself.

Voldemort had risen to his feet, wand raised. "Now that you are all here, we can discuss. It would be greatly beneficial to our cause if you will work together."

Not a single Shade in the room listened; they were all in shadow form and lunging in to join in the fight.

Young and old the Shades attacked each other.

Two Shades fighting a traditional meeting battle could destroy whole human cities. Forty Shades fighting a war of mutual hatred could easily destroy the entire planet. Yami pulled away from the Shade he was currently grappling with.

Most of the Death Eaters had fled screaming in terror a few minutes ago. Some remained and they were all either dead from fright or misplaced magical attack or they had become gibbering wrecks.

Yami looked around for Voldemort.

The non human was standing some distance away watching them attack each other with a look of blind hatred. The emotion filled Yami with delightful energy. The ancient Shade approached the tainted human. "You should have stuck to your own human magic. You have not the mind, intelligence or magic for dealing with creatures as ancient and powerful as Shades. You were stupid to think that allowing us access to more fear would encourage us to work together. That can never happen; you have brought this upon yourself."

Yami backed off ready to rejoin the fight. Voldemort's emotions had lifted in fury and he raised his wand. Yami ignore the spell, and he was to forever regret that decision.

"Avada Kedavra." The wizard spat.

The primitive killing spell in the form of a glowing green light slammed into Yami's shadows.

The energy seemed to drain out of the Shade. Yami remembered when he had last felt like this, he had just been born. He had no energy, nothing. The terror from those Death Eaters left alive began to trickle into him slowly, but it was so slow.

Power attracted power and Yami had nothing left. No reserves and no strength so the power couldn't move into him. His shadows were congealed on the ground and Yami had to drag himself using pure physical momentum into the darkness under the nearby trees. His darkings curled around and departed, no power meant no food so the darkings were no longer interested.

Yami could barely move, barely concentrate. His mind was not able to focus.

He remembered how long it had taken him to gain any level of power when he had first come into being. Yami wasn't sure how long he remained in the shadows, it took what felt like an age for his power levels to reach a point where he felt that he could move back out into the open.

As he did Yami tried not to draw attention, he was in no condition to fight even the weakest of the young Shades.

What was happening outside his meagre shelter was chaos of the first level.

Yami could see those flickering fading darkness's that told him that several Shades had been obliterated. However there were now at least twenty new born Shades. All of them were wandering around, their shadow forms mingling in confusion.

Yami stared. There had been so much magic and fear in the air that they had created more Shades.

Yami glanced around. Voldemort was gone and the remaining Death Eaters were dead. So at least there weren't going to be any more newborns, still this many was going to be a problem, there just wasn't enough space for territories for this many Shades.

Yami tried to back off, but another Shade appeared behind him. Yami fled. He had no other choice; to face off with this Shade would be his destruction.

He tried to make his way back to his territory, but he couldn't sense the boundary spells. Yami concentrated as best he could considering his barely present strength. However his inability to sense the spells had nothing to do with his current weakness. The spells were gone, as were the boundary spells of all of the territories that were nearby.

Yami felt a cold hatred rise up in his centre; this was the fault of the non-human. He had caused this and one day he would pay.


Is anyone surprised that Yami hates Voldemort, mmm no.

One more chapter, a sort of epilogue to go